Glenn was awkwardly quiet the whole trip but Daryl chalked it up to the mission at hand. They made quick work of clearing the lot. It was when they started digging that the boy spilled.
"Maggie's pregnant." The boy choked. Daryl stopped and looked at the man who now looked like a scared little boy and much more pale.
"No shit?" Daryl's voice surprised himself. Glenn nodded. "Congrats man." He walked over to him and patted him on the back.
"No. This can't happen. We already have one baby coming. We can't have two screaming babies with us." He was becoming hysterical and Daryl eased him on the ground.
"Like it or not, it's gonna happen." He informed the boy, but he kept shaking his head in denial.
"I messed up again. I let Maggie down again." He said. Daryl didn't want to really deal with anymore drama right now, but apparently he had to be the voice of reason now.
"Ya messed up cause you knocked up the farmer's daughter. He ain't going to be too happy 'bout that, but there's nothing you can do now." He told him, picking him up off the ground. "Now come on. Let's finish what we need to do." Daryl huffed, picking his shovel back up. Glenn pushed his hair back and nodded. They started up again, in silence. They were finishing up when Glenn broke the silence again.
"Sorry." Glenn said, throwing dirt to his right. Daryl gave him a look, but continued working.
"For?" he asked.
"If I just made you two come with me, he'd still be alive." Glenn was staring down, just looking into the hole.
"Can't blame yourself. We told ya to go. Not your fault anyway." He threw his shovel to the side, finished with it.
"I just keep thinking what if? I just- I just don't know."
"Ya can't think that way. 'Sides if it's anyone's fault, it's mine." Daryl told him. Glenn gave him an odd look.
"What do you mean?" he asked him.
"It was my shot that hit him. My arrow, my fault." He said it almost nonchalantly, with an unknown undertone.
"That was just a freak accident. You can't blame yourself for any of it. You di-" Daryl's head shaking cut him off.
"Let's get this done. T-Dog will be bringing Lori and Carl here soon." Daryl said, kicking the ground.
Carol spent about half an hour trying to get Carl to finish 20 equations before having to take a break.
"It's okay sweetie. We'll resume your schoolwork after the funeral." She gave him a small smile. "Now I'm going to go check your momma before you leave. Why don't you go and find Theodore. Tell him I'll have your mom out in about 10 minutes." She smiled before walking away.
Andrea had managed to get Lori dressed, even with no effort on the practically-comatose woman. Carol knocked on the door before walking in.
"Are you ready?" she asked, sitting across from her. She just sat there, staring at the ground.
"Come on. You need to do this for you and your son." She edged. For the first time in almost 24 hours, the woman voluntarily moved, and gave Carol a cold, hard stare.
"Why? What's it going to do? Nothing. Not a damn thing!" she was on her feet, her face a deep, angry red.
"You can't believe that. You know that's not true." She told her.
"How would you know? You didn't go to your daughter's funeral, and you seem to be just fine." Lori's harsh words bit right into Carol's chest.
"That was a mistake. And I didn't have anyone else counting on me. You have Carl. You have another baby who's going to look to you for memories of their father. You have to be strong for both your children." She told her.
"I can't." Lori said, her words cracking. Before Carol could say anything else, Carl came into the room.
"Are you ready to go mom?" the boy asked, his words sad, but he held a hard composure. Lori looked from her son to Carol, who nodded at her, before looking back to her son.
"Yes." She gave her son a small smile, pulling him with her out the door, leaving Carol alone. She tried not to think of what Lori had said to her, but she couldn't stop the tears. For the second time, she didn't get a chance to say goodbye to her daughter. Carol's cries were cut off by yelling coming from upstairs.
"Wha' do ya mean he's not there!" Daryl was going ballistic. This should have been an easy thing. Dig a hole, put 'em in and cover the hole. Then they could say their goodbyes. Instead it's been a confessional and a fuckup. His rambling thoughts were interrupted by a stammering Glenn.
"I-I-I don't know. No one thought about it." Glenn was quiet for a few before gasping in realization. "Damn! Lori and Carl are going to be here any minute!" he exasperated, pacing back and forth. "What are we going to do?" he asked Daryl, who was a loss himself. Nobody can catch a break.
"We act like we did it. Ain't no reason to drag her and the kid into a bigger hole." Was all that Daryl came up with. Wiping his face, Glenn nodded in agreement.
"What happens if we run into the walking Rick though?" he asked, picking up his shovel to repack the dirt.
"Take care of 'em like any other walker. Just try ta be more discreet." Daryl shrugged. He wasn't the plan man, and he was just pullin' shit from his ass, hoping it would work.
It took them about 15 minutes to refill the hole. The sound of a engine came screeching behind Daryl as he loaded the left supplies into the bed of the truck. Glenn had gone in to grab something to mark "Rick's" grave. He was just placing a small painting at the head of the grave. Carl walked up to the grave and sat in front of it. Lori made no signs of leaving the car until T-Dog opened her door, pulled her out, and helped her to her son. She eased herself next to her son, who held onto her side. T-Dog left them and walked to where Glenn and Daryl were at the truck. Glenn still had a pained look on his face like he was just punched in the gut.
"Everything alright?" he asked him. Glenn looked at Daryl who rolled his eyes, but nodded.
"Rick's not in there." He whispered. T-Dog gave him an look like he's gone mad or something. Glenn explained.
"We came and dug the hole. When we went for the body, it wasn't there." He finished. T-Dog had a shocked look on his face.
"Then who's in there?" he motioned behind him with his head.
"About 5 feet of dirt and bugs." Daryl shrugged, closing the back of the truck with force.
"And you're not going to tell them?" he asked, concern filling his voice. Daryl and Glenn both gave him an "Are you stupid?" look. T-Dog nodded.
"Right. Sorry. What do we do though?" he asked.
"Nothing. Just act as though he is actually in there." Glenn said. They all turned to see Carl helping his mom up off the ground.
"Well I think we got enough supplies now. I even grabbed a couple things for the generator to fix it. Hopefully we can get it fixed." Glenn said, settling into the passenger seat.
"Let's just get back first." Daryl suggested, sliding into the driver's side. Once everyone got back into their cars, they headed out.
"What's goi-" she cut herself off with the sight in front of her. A scared looking Michonne was looming over a calm Herschel on the floor, her katana held high in the air.
"Michonne." She calmly said, closing the door behind her. "Michonne. It's alright." She said, stepping over herschel's body. "Put the sword down and tell me whats wrong." She told her, wavering her hand down.
"This man trying to stab with some needle. Told him no, but he wouldn't listen." She said, placing her sword on the bed. Carol nodded and helped the man off the ground.
"I was just trying to give her a shot to calm her down. She woke up bewildered. Figured it might help, until she attacked me." He said, straightening himself.
"Michonne. This is Herschel. He's been taking care of your injuries. We found you in a store. You had a big gash on your forehead. Lost a lot of blood." She informed the woman. She nodded as if she understood.
"I was coming back. Got attacked by some men. Kidnapped me. Had to escape. Running a lot. I knocked my head on something. Hiding in the store was the last thing I remembered." She explained, shaking as she did.
"It's okay sweetie. You're safe. Nothing too scary here except for the doctor with the needles." She tried to lighten the mood, which seemed to help.
"Now. Do you mind if I give you this shot? It'll calm you down." Herschel told her. She glared at him, but held her arm out. It only took a few minutes for the effects to kick in, and when it did, she laid back in bed.
"Where am I?" she asked sleepily. Carol had to think for a minute before replying.
"I think it's called Woodbury. Some place about 20 minutes from the town." She stopped talking when she seen the horrific look on the woman's face.
"What's wrong?" she asked, slightly panicked.
"Woodbury." She echoed Carol; her voice was thick with horror and exhaustion, before passing out. Carol, confused, left the room, wondering what she said.
About to hit chapter 15. Wow. I'm shocked I've actually stuck to this. Not too great, but I have. So..Rick a walker or a man who's been picked up by some unkind people? Oh yeah…Maggie's pregnant. Who woulda guessed? And guess who's coming into the picture? I really don't like him, but he's a part of the story nonetheless. I love David Morrissey though, so I'm a bit more lenient toward the character.