Allison (rewritten)

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It's been two months since we arrived at this prison. We had made it a home. Rick and Hershel tend to the crops and animals. Beth still cares for Judith when Carol isn't. When Carol don't have Judith, she's cooking meals for everyone or reading to the kids in the library. Daryl goes out and hunts for game. Maggie and Glenn spend most of their days and nights up in the tower. I'm pretty sure you can guess what they do up there. Everyone's doing fine. All the new people were nice and friendly. The kids were the best part of all this. Michonne has been gone for weeks trying to find the Governor, but always came back with no leads. Andrea died the night we got the woodbury residents, the governor killed her. 

"You're back." I yelled as Michonne passed through the gates. 

"I am." She laughed. 

"You gonna stay for a while?" Daryl asked.

"For a while." She answered with a nod.

"Did you get me anything?" Carl ran up and asked. 

"I did. Here you go." She pulled out a stack of comics and handed them to him. "I get to read them when you're finished." 

Daryl and I have been better. He's happier and better since his brother died. I know he misses him, but there's nothing we can do about it now. He's more excited about being a dad now. 

The new people, Karen, Sasha and Tyrese and a bunch of others tend to the fence where the walkers stayed piled up. Their trying to keep it from falling and allowing walkers to invade our yard. Some of my memories came back. My parents faces stay planted in my mind and my brothers. I had another brother, but I still can't figure out his name. There's nothing in my files. 

We have a doctor now, besides Hershel. He checks on me from time to time. He's a nice man, but I've never got his name. I'd rather not. People die, and sooner or later they all will, so I try to keep my distance as much as possible. Zeb seems to like the new company. Their all afraid of him, but their dealing. He mainly stays close to Judith or outside where the other kids play. 

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"Why are they all piling up right there?" I asked Carol. 

"I don't know. Maybe their getting smarter." She joked. "Let's go get Daryl, maybe the guys can go do something about it." 

"Maybe push post up against it or back the bus up there to keep it from falling. But they'll just find another spot to push through." I said crossing my arms. "Maybe I can go out there with Zeb and clear it some." 

"No. You can't." She shook her head. "You're pregnant."

"But I can still do everything. I can do it." I nodded. "Have faith."

"I can't allow you to do that. I'm sorry." She frowned. "It was Daryls decision to keep you safe right now." 

"It's not any of your decisions. Their my own, and if I can make this place just a little bit safer, I will." I argued. "I will have Zeb, and I will be fine." 

"There has to be another way. We will figure it out. Just sit tight for now." She instructed. 

"Don't you have story time to get to?" I asked laughing.

"I do. But first I want the guys to look at this and consider our options." She nodded.

We walked up to where Daryl was eating and sat in front of him. I laid my head don on the table and sighed. 

"What's wrong with you?" Daryl laughed. 

"Besides this baby, Carol won't let me leave." I chuckled. 

"It was my idea, if you get mad, get mad at me." He muttered. 

"Come here, we need you to look at it and see if there's anything we can do." Carol nodded. 

We all got back up and walked toward the gate. A group of people were working on clearing the gate as best they could. But it wasn't enough. More and more were coming in and pushing into the gate. 

"I offered to go out with Zeb and clear as much of them as I could." I shrugged. "Sooner or later you'll need my help." 

"We can cut up some post and stick them up to keep it stable." Daryl nodded. "You're our last resort, and only the last resort." 

"But that's not fair!" I argued. "I can still do this."

"Well, we have the post idea. Maybe the bus." Carol spoke up. "But it's story time, I'll let you two talk." She laughed walking away. 

"I'm coming today." I yelled. "Since I can't do much else!"

"You know where I'll be." Carol waved.

"I'm not punishing you." Daryl chuckled. "Just trying not to lose you."

"I guess you missed the announcement, I can't die." I rolled my eyes. 

"Maybe, but it probably can." He argued touching my stomach. "I'm not losing you or it." 

"Only one way to find out." I shrugged. 

"Not happening." He shook his head. 

"Whatever, but I am serious. Eventually you all will need me." I frowned. 

"Maybe." He sighed. "But not now. They have it under control for now." 

I kissed his cheek then walked inside towards the library for Carols story time. I know what she really does, she knows I know but I promised to keep it quiet. 

"There you are." A little girl yelled running up to hug me. "We are about to start." 

"I'm here Mika." I laughed. "Go sit by your sister. I got watch Carol." 

"Thank you." Carol yelled. "Ok, so last time we talked about how to hold a knife. This time we will discuss how to use it." She picked up a knife and held it and showed the kids where to stab a walker and if necessary how to stab a person. 

A loud clang behind the book shelf sounded and Carl stood up looking shocked and confused. 

"Please don't tell your dad." Carol pleaded. 

Carl stomped away and out of the library. I went after him to try and talk to him. 

"You know how to use all of this." I said. "The other kids need to learn."

"I know." He nodded. "I won't say anything. I just didn't want to come to seem like a kid." 

"But you are a kid. You could've came, no one would make fun of you." I laughed. 

"My dad told me once, no more kid stuff." He nodded.

"But it is ok to still be a kid. When we are out there, you can't do kid stuff. In here it's ok to have fun." I assured him. 

He took my words into consideration and walked back to his cell to read the comics Michonne brought back for him. He was a kid, and a good one. Carol was doing a good thing teaching other kids how to survive. As for me, I was really in prison. I can't leave, or help anyone. I have to sit here and let others take over. I guess that's ok too, I need a break.