"Rosie!" Dale called out. Rosie turned her head to look at him. He was standing maybe 20 feet away. "We're having dinner. Come join us," he said. Rosie went over to him and they walked the rest of the way to the house side by side.

When they got inside, Carl smiled at the sight of Rosie. "Sit by me," he said, tapping the spot on the table next to him with his hand. Rosie sat down where he said and looked down at the table. Nothing was on her plate just yet, but there was water in the glass in front of her, so she took a few sips.

"Carl," Shane suddenly said, making Carl look over at him. "I want you to keep your head up, ok? Your old man, he's the toughest son of a-"

"No cussing in the house," Patricia interrupted, giving Shane an annoyed look.

"Sorry," Shane said, an amused look on his face.

Carol started walking over to the guest bedroom. "Lori, dinner," she said, looking over.

Maggie turned to look at Carol. "She's not in there," she said.

"Where is she?" Dale asked, furrowing his eyebrows. The room went silent, everyone giving each other uneasy looks.

Rosie's eyebrows raised. "She's lookin' for Rick," she said, thinking everyone else already knew that.

"She went after him?" Dale asked, his eyes wide with worry.

"Saw her take the car," Rosie said, shrugging.

"And you didn't tell anyone?" Andrea asked, annoyed. Rosie didn't say anything else for fear of getting in trouble. Everyone already seemed mad at her for not saying anything, and she didn't want to make it worse. She didn't even know that they didn't know Lori left.

Shane got up out of his seat. "Nobody panic. She's gonna be around here somewhere," he said. Everyone got up with him.

I just told you she's not here, Rosie fought against saying. She got up and left the house, assuming that whatever dinner they were planning on serving was forgotten about. Wanting to avoid any of the people who were now angry at her, Rosie decided that she'd just go to Daryl's tent and either read or color.

When she got to the camp area where the tents were, Rosie saw that Daryl's tent was not in the same place it was in before. She furrowed her eyebrows, spinning around in a circle, just in case she missed it.

Where'd it go?

"Rosie?" a female voice said. Turning towards the voice, Rosie saw that it was Carol. "Do you know where Daryl is?" she asked.

Rosie shook her head. "Tent's gone," she said, gesturing to the empty space where Daryl's tent used to be.

Carol sighed and looked around like Rosie had a moment ago. "Come with me. We'll find him, ok?" Carol said. Hesitantly, Rosie nodded and started following a few steps behind Carol. She hadn't spoken to Carol much since Sophia in the hallway. Part of her was nervous that Carol was mad at her for putting Sophia down like that, but the other part of her reminded herself of what Rick said.

No one is mad at you. You did what you had to do.

So Rosie pushed her worries out of her head and pretended like nothing had happened with Carol at all. As they walked through the grass, she kept reminding herself that Carol wasn't mad.

"Look," Carol said, pointing out a small fire in the distance, near the tree line. Rosie furrowed her eyebrows. What's he doing out there?

Rosie and Carol walked the rest of the way towards Daryl. He was poking at the fire with a big stick and his tent was set up a few feet away. He looked up when he heard them coming, glancing at Carol, and then at Rosie. He looked back down at the fire.

"We can't find Lori," Carol said, her voice shaky. "And the others aren't back yet."

"She left. I saw," Rosie mumbled, digging the toe of her boot into the dirt.

"Yeah. That dumb bitch must've gone off lookin' for 'em," Daryl said, keeping his eyes on the fire.

"What?"

"Yeah, she asked me to go. I told her I was done bein' an errand boy."

Carol looked taken aback. "And you didn't say anything?" she asked. Daryl stayed quiet, a strange expression on his face that Rosie couldn't quite put her finger on. Carol sighed and looked away for a moment. She walked over to the tent, and then back over to Daryl. "Don't do this. Please. I've already lost my girl."

What is she talking about? What does she think Daryl is doing?

Daryl stood up abruptly, stepping close to Carol. "Yeah, that wasn't my problem neither," he spat. He dropped the stick he was holding and went into the tent. Carol rushed off, a hurt expression on her face, leaving Rosie alone in front of the fire.

Unsure of what to do, Rosie sat down in the spot that Daryl was sitting in before, looking down at the small fire. "Daryl?" she said, not bothering to go closer to the tent, figuring she was already close enough for him to her hear.

"What?" Daryl said, sounding extremely pissed off. Rosie considered not saying anything else and leaving him alone, but she thought he'd get more mad if she didn't just go ahead and finish what she was going to say.

Rosie honestly wasn't even sure of what she was going to say yet. But she thought back to the RV and what Daryl said to her when he thought something was wrong with her. Now she thought something was wrong with him, so she asked him the same thing he asked her.

"You a'right?" Rosie asked, her voice quiet and nervous.

Daryl didn't say anything for a long time. Rosie thought that maybe he had fallen asleep or something, until he finally did say something. "I'm fine," he grumbled. Rosie didn't think he was telling the truth because it definitely seemed like something was wrong.

If he was fine, he wouldn't have brought his tent so far away from the others. If he was fine, he wouldn't have been so rude to Carol. If he was fine, he wouldn't have taken so long to answer.

Then why are ya all the way out here? Rosie wanted to ask. She didn't though, because she figured that if he didn't want to talk about it, then he shouldn't have to. Rosie always felt annoyed when people tried to get her to talk about things she didn't want to talk about, so she thought Daryl might be the same way.

"Ok," she said quietly, standing up. She walked a little closer to the tent. "Can I... um, can I get my backpack?" she asked, holding her hands together behind her back.

"Don't care," Daryl responded.

Hesitantly, Rosie climbed into the tent. She looked over at Daryl. He was lying on top of his sleeping bag, his back facing her. She wanted to say something that would make him feel better, but she had no idea what to say. So she looked away and unzipped her backpack. She pulled out one of the coloring books and the pack of crayons and stood back up. When she looked back at Daryl, he had shifted to lay on his back with one hand beneath his head. He glanced over at her, seeing her looking, and sighed.

"'M fine. Go play with Carl or somethin'. He's prob'ly worried 'bout his parents," Daryl said.

Rosie nodded and started to leave the tent. When she stepped out onto the grass, she stopped for a moment. "Hope ya feel better," she said before walking away.

•

Shortly after finding Carl, Shane pulled up with Lori in the car. Carl, who was sitting on the porch next to Rosie, shot up and ran towards them. Rosie followed with the rest of the group and watched as Lori got out of the car with a little bit of blood on her face.

"Oh my God, are you alright? What happened?" Andrea asked, rushing forward and placing a hand on Lori's shoulder.

"I was in an accident. I'm fine. I really am," Lori insisted. "Where's Rick?" No one said anything, staring at her silently. Her eyes widened. "They're not back? Where are they?"

"Look, I had to get you back here," Shane said, his voice gruff.

Lori took fast steps towards him. "You asshole. He's my husband!"

"Lori, I will go after him, I will find him! Hey! Now look, first things first, I gotta- I gotta look after you," Shane said, holding his hands out to Lori as if it would calm her down. "I gotta make sure the baby's alright, ok?"

Everyone went silent.

Secret's out.

"You're having a baby?" Carl asked, stepping forward. Lori looked at him with a strange expression on her face. "Why didn't you tell me?"

"I... uh," Lori seemed at a loss for words, unsure of what to tell her son.

Carl's eyebrows furrowed, looking down at the ground.

"Come on. Let's make sure you're alright," Dale said, holding his arm out to Lori.

•

Andrea, Dale, Lori, Rosie, and Carl all gathered in the living room. Carl sat between Rosie and Lori, staring at his mom. "I am so sorry that I left without telling you," Lori told him, holding an ice pack in her hands.

"It's ok," Carl said. "I wasn't scared. When's Dad getting back?"

"Let's hope soon," Lori said, putting her hand on Carl's knee.

"I wanna be there when you tell him about the baby," Carl said, a small smile on his face. He was beyond excited to be an older brother.

From all of this, Rosie learned that Lori was no longer a pregnant lady who didn't want to be pregnant, and was now a pregnant lady who wanted to be pregnant. She still didn't get how she got pregnant on accident, though.

"Oh, love, he already knows," Lori said. She put her hand on Carl's back and rubbed it comfortingly. "We were just trying to find the right time to tell you."

Carl nodded in understanding. "Is it a boy or a girl?" he asked.

"Well, we won't know that until it's born," Lori said. Rosie wasn't sure how babies worked. She never met one before. She'd seen them in stores and in movies and shows, but she never really got to hold one or anything. She hoped that when Lori had her baby, she'd let Rosie hold it.

"Will I be able to feel it?" Carl asked, placing his hand on his mother's stomach.

"Not for a while. You must have a lot of questions, huh?" Lori said. Carl nodded and Rosie widened her eyes as if to say oh, I have so many questions. The two kids watched, confused, as Lori turned to Andrea and Dale and started speaking quietly. "We never had the talk. I guess we forgot," she said, laughing a little.

With furrowed eyebrows, Carl leaned forward to look at Dale. "Don't look at me, that's your father's job," Dale said, shaking his head a little. Rosie wondered what the talk was, and if she was ever going to hear it. If it was her father's job, who was going to tell her if she didn't have a father anymore?

"If the baby's a girl, can we name her Sophia?" Carl asked. Nobody said anything.

Rosie shrunk down into her seat when Shane showed up, leaning on the doorway. He always made her nervous, even if she knew there was nothing he'd get mad at her for in the moment. "Hey, dude," Shane said, looking at Carl. "Hey, I'm sorry, bud. Ok? I thought you knew."

Carl put on a proud smile and flicked his hat up a little. "Big brother Carl," he said, "pretty cool, huh?"

"I say that's very cool," Shane said, chuckling. "You, uh, you mind if I talk to your mom a sec?"

"How 'bout a little later, after she's had some rest?" Andrea suggested.

Shane didn't seem to want to wait until later because he started talking to Lori right then and there. "Lori, I had to get you back here. You wouldn't have come otherwise. How about you just hear me out, please?"

Lori wouldn't look at Shane. She sighed and looked to Carl. "Give me a minute," she said to Carl. Carl nodded and got up to leave, Rosie quickly following after him. They went out to the porch, sitting back down on the steps.

"I can't believe I'm gonna have a baby brother or sister," Carl said, smiling. He turned to Rosie. "Did you ever have a baby brother or sister?"

"No. Never met a baby before," Rosie said, shrugging.

"Oh," Carl said. He picked at the grass beneath his feet. "Were you an only child, like me?"

After thinking about it for a second, Rosie answered with, "I don't know."

"You don't know? How?" Carl asked.

Rosie didn't know because she didn't know if you were still an only child if you used to have a sibling. Was she an only child after Fraser died, or did she still have a brother who just wasn't there? She didn't know if she counted as an only child, but she didn't want to have to try and explain it to Carl, so she didn't say anything. She just picked up her crayons and coloring book, got up, and started walking to where she knew Daryl's tent was now. She could hear Carl asking what was wrong behind her, but she pretended she didn't. She didn't want to talk about it.

When she got to where Daryl's tent was, she saw that he was back in the spot in front of the fire, except the fire was just embers now. She glanced at him and went into the tent. Upon seeing Rosie, Daryl got up and followed her into the tent.

They each went to lie down in their sleeping bags, neither of them saying a word. Rosie took the toy velociraptor out of the front pocket of her backpack and held it in her hand. For whatever reason, it helped her sleep. She didn't know or understand why, but she didn't really care. She just didn't want to have nightmares, so she held the toy in her hand and let herself drift off to sleep.

•

The next morning, Rosie woke up to someone shaking her shoulder. Opening her eyes, she saw that it was Daryl. He was knelt down on one knee next to the sleeping bag.

"Hey," he said, seeing that Rosie had woken up. She squeezed her eyes shut a couple times, letting them adjust to the light. "Go get some breakfast in the house," Daryl said.

When Rosie climbed out of the sleeping bag, the first thing she noticed was that the air was much colder than it was the day before, which explained why Daryl was now wearing a long-sleeved shirt with a vest that Rosie had never seen before.

After slipping her boots back on, Rosie stood up and stepped out of the tent, Daryl stepping out after her. He slung his crossbow over his shoulder and glanced at Rosie, who was wrapping her arms around herself. It was in that moment that he remembered that Rosie didn't have any other clothes to change into like everyone else did.

"Why don't ya ask Maggie if they have any warmer clothes you can borrow? Those shorts and t-shirts ain't gonna be warm enough when winter hits," Daryl suggested as he and Rosie walked towards the house side by side.

Rosie shook her head. "Don't wanna," she said, thinking back to the tank top Maggie had tried giving her.

"Why?" Daryl asked, giving Rosie a questioning look. She just kept her eyes on her boots and didn't say anything. Then Daryl understood. He sighed, his eyebrows furrowed as he thought about David. "I'll talk to Maggie," he said.

"I don't want you to," Rosie mumbled, feeling frustrated by the whole situation.

"Jesus, I ain't gonna tell her nothin'. Ya need warmer clothes," Daryl said. Rosie huffed out a sigh but didn't argue any further.

As they approached the house, they noticed a red car pulling into the driveway. Daryl put a hand on Rosie's back, urging her to walk faster, and they hurried towards the car, joining the others. Carl ran to his dad as Rick climbed out of the car, and Maggie passed her dad to run to Glenn.

Hershel started marching towards the house. "Patricia, prepare the shed for surgery," he said.

Looking at the car, Rosie noticed that there was a fourth person in the back seat. It was another man boy, like the one from the vatos, except this one had a blind fold over his eyes and his head was tilted back.

Rosie tapped on Daryl's arm and he glanced down at her. She pointed to the car. "Who's that guy?" she asked. Everyone turned to look, staring at the guy in the car.

"That's Randall," Glenn said.

•

When Rosie was told that she wasn't allowed to go inside and listen to the adults' conversation about Randall, she decided she'd just have to figure things out on her own. The moment Daryl went inside, leaving Rosie alone on the porch, she went off to the shed, where she knew Randall was being kept.

The shed was locked, so there was no way of getting in that she knew of. So she walked around the shed, peaking in between the cracks. From what she could see, Randall was out cold. He was very pale and looked very sweaty. His calf was wrapped up in bloodstained bandages.

From what Rosie could tell, he was just some guy who got hurt, so why were the adults acting like he was a threat? He looked to be a little bit older than Fraser was when he died. Randall couldn't be older than twenty years old, Rosie guessed.

So Rosie decided that when Randall woke up, she'd go and meet him.