They've lost two havens that weren't as safe as they originally thought. Now they've found the best place they could imagine, but the walkers are no longer their biggest concern.
Rick and MJ's group must survive the dead, the living, and the forces...
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Andrea went back to Woodbury, and the others are continuing their plans to survive whatever comes next. MJ hears Beth singing downstairs, and she decides to leave her cell. Everyone's gathered outside their own, and the brunette walks halfway down the steps until she's standing behind Maggie.
Beth looks up at them as MJ sits down, and she reaches out and rests her hand on the younger girl's shoulder. Maggie places her hand on hers, then her fingers curl MJ's hand and she squeezes it lightly.
"Your turn, Mama." Ellie speaks up and everyone looks over at her.
"For what?" MJ asks.
"Sing." She says, and the older girl laughs.
"Mama don't sing."
"Yes, you do."
"What about that lullaby?" Jr. asks. "You used to sing it when we were babies."
"There's a lullaby?" Mary asks as she looks at her daughter.
"Um... Yeah. I used to sing them a lullaby." MJ clears her throat. "When they were babies, before they knew that Mama can't sing." She shakes her head as she looks back at Ellie.
"What song was it?" Beth asks. "Maybe I know it."
"That's doubtful." Matt says. "It's Spanish, Beth."
"Oh."
"Where did you learn Spanish?" Mary asks, and she takes a deep breath. "Do you all know it?"
"No." Dean half laughs. "None of us have the discipline that MJ has."
"Dad left us—"
"Sam." Both of his older siblings look at him.
"He left at a motel for a couple months when we were kids." He continues anyway. "The woman who ran the motel was Mexican. Her kids taught MJ, and she loved the language so much that she studied it every chance she got."
"I did not leave you." John argues. "I was working a job that lasted a lot longer than I thought it would. I was around." He says, and Sam scoffs.
"That's enough, Sam." Dean says as he looks over at his brother.
"Sorry." Ellie mumbles, her voice soft.
"You, my love, have nothing to be sorry about." MJ says as she stands up and jumps over the railing to get to her daughter. "Your uncle needs to grow up, but that has nothing to do with you." She wraps her arms around her and picks her up off of the floor.
