Parker knew that Rick was probably right... even if she didn't entirely agree with him. Alexandria and its inhabitants had been the lucky ones during the entirety of the outbreak. They hadn't had to face what was out there. They didn't know how to defend themselves because they never needed to. They lived in a bubble of ignorance, and as Parker lay awake that night thinking about it, she realized that maybe Rick was right. However, that didn't stop her from connecting the dots. Rick was starting to lose focus, which was making him just as much of a risk as the people here. Maybe a lot more. Parker was painfully reminded of what happened to Shane when he followed the same path. He was willing to do whatever it took to keep Lori and Carl alive, which is how Rick was acting now with this group. Parker was afraid to see him go down that road and act the way he was because she knew that if he tried anything... it wouldn't end well. 

The next morning, Rick and Daryl went out with Carol. Parker visited Deanna with Maggie, after being invited to discuss their roles. Although Parker was considered the substitute teacher. When her baby was born she would take on the role full-time, but until then, Deanna wanted her and Maggie to be her advisors. They sat at Deanna's table, where she told Parker that she wanted to work with her because of her ability to read people and situations. Parker was more than happy to do it because if there was a way to diffuse Rick's concerns without causing conflict, she would take that job any day. When Rick and Michonne joined them, dressed in their police uniforms, Parker couldn't help but laugh at how uncomfortable Michonne looked.

"You look great." She remarked, glancing back at Michonne and her brother.

"Shut up," Michonne scowled, before looking at Deanna. "So what exactly are we going to do? What are meant to do as the 'constables'?"

"You protect and serve," Deanna answered her. "You patrol, walk the walls, watch out for the kids. If there's a conflict, you solve it. And people will listen to you."

"They're just supposed to listen to them because they get fancy uniforms?" Parker squinted, turning back to look at the police uniforms the two wore.

"Because we're wearing windbreakers?" Michonne wasn't convinced either from the sounds of it.

"Why do they wear uniforms?" Maggie scrunched up her face at the brown uniforms they wore.

"Because they believe in this," Deanna replied. "Because I'm telling them to. A police officer used to live here." She pointed to a house outside the window. "So we had these jackets and I wanted to make it official. So it's official. There's going to be a government here one day. That's why I want Maggie and Parker working with me. There's going to be a police force. That's why I want you two to start it. I see a vibrant community here, with industry, commerce, civilization. Real lives." She noticed Rick looking out the window during her small speech. "It might be horses and mills, but- what? Does that sound like pie in the sky?"

"No," Maggie responded. 

"No," Michonne seconded from where she stood.

"Well, it sounds a whole lot better than what's out there," Parker added.

"No. Can we talk security?" 

"Oh boy," Parker sighed, looking up at Rick who motioned for all of them to come with him. Rick led them all towards the walls, passing the solar panels that provided their electricity. Parker walked next to Maggie. Daryl had yet to return after their little outing they did that morning, choosing to stay out longer and hunt. Carl was out with the other neighborhood kids, and everyone else was doing their jobs. So Parker didn't have much else to do but be where she was right now. "We need constant patrol along the walls," Rick explained to her. "Not just looking for damage, but signs that anyone climbed in from the outside. You can move right up the supports. That's what I'd do. People are the real threat now."

"Rick, I know you think we should all be armed within the walls," Deanna began with a heavy sigh. "I... I can't do that."

"That's fine," Rick said, agreeing with her in the end. "You make these changes, we won't need to."

"Not to mention, if we gave everyone a weapon... it just sounds like a homicide waiting to happen."

"Excuse me," Sasha cut in, walking over to them. "I want to volunteer to be one of the lookouts in the clock tower."

"There are no lookouts in the clock tower," Deanna seemed confused.

"What?" Rick narrowed his eyes at her. They had all seen someone clear as day in that very same clock tower.

"We saw someone up there earlier," Michonne pointed out, all of them but Deanna seeming to be put off by this.

"That was an empty rifle my son Spencer put up there," Deanna assured them, not wanting any of them to think someone had gotten inside. "He mans it sometimes, but not often. Look, there hasn't been the need."

"We need a lookout in that tower," Rick disagreed with her. "Right now. Twenty four seven."

"Its the only way we'll be able to see if someone's coming at us," Michonne agreed with Rick, having his back on the matter.

"Okay, okay. We'll make shifts," Deanna compromised.

"I'll take those shifts," Sasha volunteered instantly. "As many as possible."

"Me too," Parker added, raising her hand a bit.

"Why?" Deanna seemed confused about why they were so eager to do something as boring as guard duty.

"Sasha and Parker are our best shooters," Maggie told her. "They can do it."

"I'm gonna put Spencer up there today," Deanna announced. "I'll consider you both as our primary lookouts. But I want something in return. Tonight I'm hosting a welcome for all of you at my home. I want you to be there."

"Why?" Sasha raised an eyebrow.

"Come tonight," Deanna said. "Then we'll talk about it."

"A party?" Parker repeated. "That doesn't seem like a real thing anymore."

"You are more than welcome to bring your husband," Deanna added, implying that she wanted Parker to convince him to go to the party.

"I'm sure he would hate it," Parker muttered. "But we'll see." Regarding the party, Parker chose a dress that was in the closet, the tag was still attached to the fabric. It had never been worn, so she tried it on to see how it would fit. It was black and went down to her knees, and although she felt stupid in it, she liked how it looked. In the closet. Seeing herself in the dress made it seem like things were normal. Back to how the world used to be. As she looked in the mirror, she couldn't help but scoff at how out of place she felt and looked. They were in the middle of an apocalypse, and she was worried about what she looked like. For the two maybe three years or so she hadn't given a shit about what she looked like, because they all looked the same. Dirty, covered in cuts and scars and blood that usually was never their own. It seemed surreal that they were going to a party, with normal people, in a seemingly normal place. When Carl passed by her bedroom, he stopped when he saw her.

"Wow, Aunt Parker."

"Is it too much?" Parker glanced back over her shoulder at him, caught off guard.

"No," Carl shook his head. "You look great."

"I feel stupid," She muttered, sitting on the bed. "I feel completely ridiculous."

"Why?" Carl asked, sitting next to her.

"Because we've been fighting for our lives for so long and now we're going to a freaking party," Parker told him. "It just seems so unreal."

"I know," Carl agreed with a small laugh. "It's weird for me too, but if we can be normal for once, shouldn't we at least try?"

"Fine. You win this one." She nudged his arm with hers. "But I look horrible in this," Parker stood up as she picked at the dress. "I'm gonna see if they have anything else."

"No, why?" Carl huffed dramatically. "You look good in that." Parker smiled, turning around.

"You sure?"

"Totally," He nodded. "And if Daryl could see you, he would fall in love again." Parker rolled her eyes.

"Shut up, Carl." Even now he was their number one cheerleader. According to past him he was apart of it too.

"How are you?" Carl asked her. "I know for a fact Daryl isn't settling in well. Or anytime soon."

"I'm okay," Parker responded through a sigh. "What about you? With everything that's been happening, I feel like I've barely seen you."

"I'm fine," Carl said. "I made a couple of friends my age."

"That's great," She laughed, tipping the edge of his sheriff's hat. "I'm still your favorite right?"

"Always," Carl replied, re-adjusting his hat. Rick knocked on the bedroom door.

"Are you two ready?"

"Yeah," Carl nodded. "Can you tell her she looks good?" He pointed to his aunt. When Rick saw his sister, he smiled.

"You look... ridiculous." He snickered, failing to bite back his laugh.

"Thank you." She deadpanned.

"I didn't mean that as a bad thing," Rick tried to assure her. "I meant that I'm used to you looking like a mess."

"You're not helping yourself," Parker commented. "I'm changing out of this."

"No, no," Rick tried to stop her. "You look good."

"Thats how you're supposed to compliment someone, dad," Carl said from the doorway. "You don't tell them they look ridiculous or that they always look like a mess."

"You're lucky you were right," Parker murmured. "I feel absolutely terrible. I shaved my legs for the first time in so long and it took me half an hour and then when I was done I realized I didn't actually care enough to do it."

"Civilization does that to a person," Rick laughed when she looked about ready to cry. "But come on, let's not be late to the party for us." Parker sighed.

"I hate parties." She grumbled, doing a basic French braid in her hair.

"I know you do," Rick said from beside her bed. "Just have a drink and you'll be fine."

"I can't drink," Parker glared at him through the mirror. "I'm pregnant, remember?"

"Well, that sucks," Carl commented, "I'll drink for you."

"Absolutely not," Rick shot him down, walking over to Carl. "Let's go." He placed his hand on the back of Carl's neck, walking him out of the bedroom. Once they left she quickly swapped out of the dress, deciding to just wear a pair of jeans and a dress shirt. Parker walked down to the nursery, getting Judith from her crib, holding her in one arm as she walked down the stairs to where RIck and Carl were waiting by the door. The three of the headed toward Deanna's house and after being greeted by the woman herself, Parker lost Rick and Carl in the crowd. She still had Judith, and she didn't recognize anyone else until a familiar face appeared in front of her.

"You hate this as much as I do, don't you?" Rosita asked her.

"One hundred percent." Parker laughed, relieved to be with someone she knew.

"At least you have Judtih," Rosita pointed out. "You can excuse yourself by saying that you have to change her diaper and just not come back.

"That would be rude," Parker stated, keeping the escape plan in my mind just in case. "But definitely a very useful excuse." Rosita laughed.

"I'm going to find Abraham. Have fun." Rosita's absence was made up for by Pete, the doctor, who smiled at her in greeting.

"Hey, I just wanted to see how you were doing."

"I'm doing great," Parker replied, trying to keep a friendly smile on her face. "Those prenatal vitamins really helped. Never felt healthier." Pete smiled, chuckling. His eyes trailed over to Judtih who cooed in her arms.

"Is she yours too?"

"No, she's Rick's daughter," Parker quickly corrected him, bouncing Judith in her arms. "She's my niece."

"Ah, that makes sense," Pete nodded. "Well, if you need anything, you know where I am." She gave him a small smile. When Judith began to fuss in Parker's arms, Carl walked over.

"I can take her for a while." He offered, already taking his sister.

"Thank you," She said relieved, her eyes scanning the crowd before she spotted Maggie and Glenn walk through the door. "Bingo." She walked toward the couple, hugging Glenn from behind. Glenn jumped, but when he saw who it was, he laughed.

"Hello to you too."

"I absolutely despise parties," Parker told the two as she pulled Maggie in for a hug. "Will you cover me if Rick askes where I am? I want to go home and sleep." She meant it as a half-joke, scanning the area, making sure her brother wasn't around.

"Nope. You're stuck here with us," Glenn shook his head. "How are you? I haven't seen Daryl since this morning."

"He's out hunting," Parker told him. "I'm good, though. The baby is healthy and now I have a less limited supply of peaches."

"Peaches?" Glenn furrowed his eyebrows. Maggie laughed at his reaction.

"You and your peaches. By the way, you look great." Parker looked down at what she was wearing.

"You know, I was judging myself for wearing a dress and now I feel so out of place being the only one not in a dress. And these heels are killing my feet."

"Take them off," Glenn suggested.

"That doesnt seem like a good idea," Parker replied. "I don't want to get stepped on."

"I can't be the only one who feels really uncomfortable," Maggie whispered, glancing around at the large mass of people. Parker shook her head, noticing Noah in the corner of the house looking as awkward as possible

"No, it seems like he's struggling as much as we are."

"We'll go see him," Maggie offered. "See you later, Parker." She absolutely hated parties. After Deanna's son, Aiden, flirted with her despite telling him she was married and expecting a baby, she had finally reached her limit. Parker found RIck in the crowd and told him she felt sick. On her way out, she thanked Deanna and said goodbye to the people she knew who crossed her path. It wasn't necessarily a lie, she always felt sick nowadays, but she needed a believable excuse to get out of that party and house. As she walked down the steps of Deanna's house, she sat on the last one and took off her heels. She was suffocating inside that house. 

She had overheard some of the conversations and had been stunned when she heard things like 'Dentist' or 'bake'. She hadn't thought much about anything other than survival for so long that seeing these people living a sheltered life, completely unaware of the world beyond those walls, was unnerving. It also made her angry. Some random woman had walked up to her, asked what her favorite food was, and then told Parker that she was scared to be around her and do something she didn't like. That she was scared to do something wrong when Parker was around.

Parker wasn't worried about the next time she would encounter a walker, or perhaps run into another group of survivors. She wasn't concerned about problems that used to be in her everyday life. Now there were no problems in her life. She hadn't thought about a home-cooked meal in years. She had grown accustomed to living off canned food and whatever they could find while scavenging. 

She heard footsteps approaching as she sat deep in thought, wiggling her toes to regain feeling in her feet. She tried to convince herself everything was fine but her old instincts kicked in and she was on her feet in an instant, gripping her heel in her hand, preparing to defend herself from whatever was lurking. With a heel.

"Whos there?" Parker squinted, trying to see through the shadows that the dim porch lights created. Daryl appeared, his hands raised in surrender.

"Just me." Parker sighed, dropping her arm to her side.

"Jesus, you gave me a heart attack."

"Yeah? What were you gonna do? Stab me with the pointy end of those things?" Daryl pointed at the heel that hung loosely from her hand.

"I would have tried."

"Why aint they on your feet?" Daryl raised an eyebrow. "And why ain't you at the party?" She shrugged, sitting back down on the steps..

"My feet hurt from wearing them. And I'm not at the party because it sucks. I can't drink, so its even worse and I was uncomfortable. And I just hated the whole thing."

"You plannin' on walking home barefoot?" Daryl mocked her slightly.

"Yes." Parker nodded, resting her elbows on her knees.

"Hell no," Daryl muttered, joining her on the steps. "You can wear my boots."

"Oh really?" Parker asked him as Daryl started untying his boots.

"Yeah, I dont want you steppin' on anything." Parker smiled at how serious he seemed.

"Wow, you are such a gentleman." She said in a teasing tone.

"Shut up." Daryl rolled his eyes, handing her his boots which she put on and tied with a laugh.

"They are huge on my feet. You know what they say about men with big feet?" She stared at Daryl as she spoke, a mischievous smile plastered on her face as she watched his face heat up in embarrassment.

"Stop." Parker laughed again.

"What? I was just going to say they wore big socks. Calm down." She tried to bite back her laugh as she watched him.

"Mhm." He hummed as she continued smiling, nudging his shoulder with hers.

"Are you going home or are you going in?" She tilted her head towards the front door. "If you're going in, you can wear my heels so you don't look weird walking in with just your socks."

"And I ain't gonna look weird wearin' damn heels?" Daryl glared at her.

"It depends on how you carry yourself. If you walk in with confidence, no one will say a word." She sat up straighter, lifting her chin up as demonstration.

"You've lost it," Daryl mumbled. Parker stood up.

"Oh, absolutely. But im not the one who married me remember?" She held out her hand for him, and he shook his head, smiling.

"By the way, you would've looked ridiculous in that dress." He told her and she gave him a dirty look. "Saw it on the floor."

"You know, Rick said the exact same thing to me," Parker laughed as she and Daryl headed down the street, going back to the house. "And I agree with him and now you. I felt so uncomfortable in that dress."

"It looked good, just ain't you," Daryl added, his free hand tucked in his pocket.

"I know," She agreed, thankful she had decided to change out of it. "I'm just so used to wearing jeans and a T-shirt. They should be glad I wore this dress shirt. Even just wearing this feels different." She lightly tugged on the collar of her shirt. Daryl had to admit, she looked good. She looked great, but at the same time it just didnt seem like Parker. As much as she looked good all dressed up, it wasnt the same. He thought she always looked good, even with the dirt and blood on her clothes and her hair being a mess. This was something he never expected to see. Parker walking home from a party, her hair down, with his boots on as if the world had not ended. It seemed like everything was normal. He liked it. But at the same time.. he didn't.

"Well, I think you look good anyways." Parker looked down, hiding her face.

"Thank you. You always look good. Even though you've showered less times than I can count on my hands since we've met." She wrapped her arm around his waist, her head resting on his shoulder. Daryl smiled as he placed his arm on her shoulders.

"So how was the party up 'til you left?"

"Not great, not terrible," Parker responded. "I'm not good at small talk, and then Deanna's son started flirting with me, so I left. I told Rick I felt like shit so I could leave, and that was it. Also, it sucks that I can't drink, because there was a lot of alcohol there."

"The one you hit?" Daryl completely looked past the rest of what she said, hung up on that one part. "Was he the one flirting with you?" He asked, trying to ignore the anger and jealously that was building up from the pit of his stomach.

"Yeah, but I told him I was married," Parker told him. "To a man I'm in love and happy with." She looked up at him deciding that it was a good idea to change the subject. "How was your day?"

"I found Aaron in the woods," He told her after a moment. "We were together most of the day, followin' a horse."

"Did you find it?" Parker asked him.

"Yeah. But we were too late." His face fell slightly as he remembered it.

"I'm sorry," She sighed.

"It's alright," Daryl replied. "It was just a horse, right?"

"Thats not the point," Parker mumbled, looking at her feet. "I feel bad for taking your boots." She decided it was time to change the subject again.

"Don't," Daryl shook his head, watching her heels dangle in her left hand. "Better than steppin' on somethin'." Parker smiled sadly.

"I love you."

"I love you too," Daryl kissed the top of her head. A light flickered on one of the porches and Parker and him both stopped when the front door opened. Aaron came out, a bright smile on his face when he realized it was just the two of them.

"Daryl, Parker. Hey." He greeted them as the door shut behind him.

"Thought you were goin' to that party over there," Daryl turned, pointing towards Deanna's house.

"Oh, I was never going to go.... 'cause of Eric's ankle," Aaron told them, almost sounding relieved that he had a reason. "Thank god."

"Why the hell did you tell me to go then?" Daryl asked him, sounding more angry than he actually was.

"I said try," Aaron defended. "You did. It's a thought that counts thing."

"Alright," Daryl murmured, nodding at Parker, signaling for them to continue on their way back to the house.

"I assume you were there, Parker," Aaron stopped them, nodding toward the heels hanging from her hands.

"Yeah. I tried." She looked at the shoes in her hands. "Not my kind of scene." Aaron realized she was wearing Daryl's boots and laughed.

"I can tell. Why don't you guys come in for dinner? Come on." He stepped to the side, giving them room to walk through the door.

"Depends. What are you making?" Parker tilted her head slightly.

"Some pretty serious spaghetti," Aaron responded enthusiastically. Parker looked at Daryl with pleading eyes.

"Come on. I haven't had spaghetti in forever. What's it going to hurt?" Daryl sighed.

"I can't say no to you." When Parker walked into Aaron and Eric's house, Daryl followed awkwardly behind her. He was holding her hand so she couldn't run off, and when Aaron saw them lingering in the doorway, he offered them a smile.

"Don't be shy, come in," He waved them over. "Sit down, there's enough for everyone."

"You're sure?" Parker asked him "We don't want to be a burden."

"Of course," Aaron insisted, leading them to the table. "I'm sure you remember Eric?"

"I do," Parker nodded, smiling at him. "It's a pleasure to meet you properly. How's your ankle?"

"Better," Eric replied. "Nice to meet you.." He trailed off realizing he didn't actually know their names.

"I'm Parker," She told him, completely forgetting she had never actually introduced herself back when they first met. "That is Daryl, my husband."

"Hey," He murmured, still lingering behind her.

"Well, sit down," Aaron pulled out two chairs, waving at the table.

"Need any help?".Parker asked him, more than happy to help him serve the food since he had already made it and let them join.

"That'd be fantastic," Aaron instantly agreed, carrying a stack of plates. While Parker helped Aaron dish out the food, Eric watched them from his seat.

"I feel pretty useless doing nothing," He sighed boredly.

"Don't worry," Parker laughed. "At least you're not pregnant. I'm not allowed to do anything anymore."

"How far along are you?" Eric seemed to take an interest in the topic.

"Pete said about three months," She answered as she sat down in the slightly pulled-out chair next to Daryl.

"Do you have a few names in mind?" Aaron followed up.

"Uh, a couple. But we're definitely not deadset on any of them yet," Parker responded, taking notice of how quiet Daryl was being.

"What are you hoping for? A boy or a girl?"

"I don't care what it is as long as it's healthy." She told them, peeking a glance at Daryl who looked zoned out. "But I'm crossing my fingers for a boy. You'd think it'd be the other way around but he wants a girl." Aaron picked up his fork, sucking in a nervous breath.

"Well, I hope this tastes good." And it did. Parker and Daryl ate like it was their last meal on Earth since they hadn't had anything as good as the spaghetti they were eating in a long time. It was nice to eat food that wasn't canned or slaughtered that same day. When she paused to wipe her mouth, Aaron smiled at her. "So, how did you meet?" Parker glanced at Daryl who in return gave her a small gesture with his eyes that told her to answer.

"Well, my sister, my nephew, and a friend of ours created a camp just outside of Atlanta. I was forced to search for berries and other things. Apparently Daryl had heard me and almost shot me."

"I wasn't gonna shoot you," Daryl muttered quietly.

"You had your crossbow aimed between my eyes with your finger on the trigger." She reminded him. "That's how we met."

"When did you get married?" Eric took a sip from his glass.

"About a month ago," Daryl answered the first question since they'd gotten there.

"Yeah, we were in a church and I convinced him to marry me."

"And you were pregnant before that?" Aaron asked her and she nodded.

"Mhm. It was when we were living in a prison, like a month before everything went to hell. I didn't realize it for a while, but I'm sure that's not hard to believe." She rambled, remembering how forgetful she had become during the early stages when not even she suspected a thing.

"When did you find out about it?" Aaron pressed.

"After the prison was destroyed," Parker replied, noticing the look Aaron and Eric shared. "I get it. It sounds crazy. This guy drove up to the fence with a tank and blew the whole place to shit. We were lucky to get out alive."

"A tank?" Eric's jaw hung open.

"Yup," Daryl nodded his head.

"What happened?" Aaron asked, hooked on the prison.

"We ran away," Parker answered simply. "Our group was split up for a while. I was on my own for a bit. I found a pharmacy, found a test and it came out positive so I was obviously terrified at the fact of being alone and not knowing where he or Rick were. Not to mention I had no clue if I would ever find them."

"But you did end up finding them," Eric assumed, seeing how they were all back together, plus a few extras.

"Yeah, we always do in the end." Parker smiled. "I ran into this group... they weren't..." She trailed off, not knowing what she wanted to say about them.

"They were worthless pricks," Daryl commented. "I stuck with 'em for a while before they found her." Aaron was quick to pick up on the tension around the topic, clearing his throat.

"So you two found each other first," He guessed.

"Yeah," She confirmed. "Then we found Rick, Carl, and Michonne... that was a bad night. Then we found this place... Terminus."

"What happened there?" Eric leaned forward in his seat.

"They ate people." She stated seriously, looking him straight in the eyes. Eric sputtered, choking on his spaghetti as Aaron patted his back.

"What?!" He coughed out.

"They were gonna kill us but we got out. Flooded that damn place with walkers and burnt it to shit."

"And that's more or less when you found us," Parker nodded at Aaron, meaning the barn. Not the two following them for god knows how long. "We had been on the road for weeks.. we were close to giving up."

"Then it's a good thing we found you when we did then, hm?" Aaron raised an eyebrow.

"Absolutely," Parker smiled.

"Thanks," Daryl muttered as he wiped his mouth with a napkin.

"Mm, when you're out there, if you happen to be in a store or something, Mrs. Neudermyer is really looking for a pasta maker, and we're all really trying to get her to shut up about it," Eric slowly worked his way up to asking if Daryl would look for the machine. "I mean we have crates of dried pasta in here, but she wants to make her own or something. I really think she just wants something to talk about, so.... If you see one on your travels, it would go a long way to..." When he saw the look Aaron was sending him, Eric awkwardly twirled his spaghetti around his fork. "I thought it was done. You didn't ask him already?"

"Ask me what?" Daryl asked cautiously, wanting to know what they were talking about.

"Come with me," Was all Aaron said to him, leaving the table and leading Daryl to the garage. Parker stayed behind with Eric, beginning to clean up the plates.

"What's out there?" She finally asked, her curiosity getting the best of her.

"A motorcycle," Eric answered. "Aaron was going to learn how to fix it but he never got around to it."

"Daryl's going to be in actual heaven," Parker laughed. "Is Aaron gonna let him fix it?"

"Yes, he's asking him to be his new recruiter. He doesn't want me out there anymore." Eric explained to her.

"I'm not surprised," Parker replied. "But I wouldn't worry. Daryl is exactly the same when it comes to me. Before I got pregnant- before I knew- I was on the front lines. When we took the prison, I was out taking down walkers, but now I can barely lift a finger without being told off."

"I'm sure they do it because they care," Eric assured her.

"I know," She sighed. "I just want to be able to do something, you know? Deanna wants me to be a teacher, but I'd rather be out there."

"You want to go back out?" Eric's eyes grew wide. "Seriously?" She shrugged her shoulders lightly.

"If I had a choice, then yes. My closest friend, Glenn, he and I used to go out to Atlanta early on. It was my favorite thing to do. It was something to look forward to."

"Wasn't Atlanta overrun early on?" Eric asked her, sounding worried for her past safety. She nodded.

"Yeah. That's why it was fun."

"That doesn't sound like much fun," Eric commented.

"Glenn and I made it fun," Parker elaborated, smiling at the old memories that flooded her mind. "We were messing around once on a fire escape on the side of one of the larger buildings and he almost went right over the side."

"Jesus," Eric gasped, horrified just to be hearing it. "How did you two survive out there together."

"I've honestly got no clue," Parker laughed. "I had smashed my elbow off the side when I reached out for him, we each got our share of brusings but that's still one of my favorite moments."

"You and Daryl look great together," Eric commented, deciding that the other topic was too much for him. "Although he doesn't talk much."

"I'm definitely the bigger talker." Parker agreed, scrubbing one of the plates before putting it in the strainer. "It's weird, but I can just tell how he feels. I mean, he gave me his boots because he didn't want me to step on something cause I was uncomfortable in my heels. He doesn't need to say it for me to feel it. I know that he loves me."

"That's sweet," Eric almost whispered. "Aaron said you make him happy. Apparently he was talking about you today while they were out." Parker couldn't help but smile.

"Don't get used to it," She joked, looking back at him over her shoulder. "I'm a pain in the ass." After thanking Eric and Aaron for having them, Parker and Daryl returned to their house. As they walked, Parker stared at his boots on her feet, they were too big for her. Then she looked at him, walking in his socks without a care in the world. She loved that he could do these small selfless acts without worrying about what others would think because she knew that everyone in Alexandria wasn't too fond of him. Yet. 

If they could see him now and see how he was when it was just her, their opinions would change. She loved him with all her heart, and that would never change. She trusted that he would be safe with Aaron because she knew that he was capable of surviving out there. When they stepped into the kitchen, Parker poured herself a glass of water. "So... you accepted Aaron's job offer?" He nodded silently, leaning on the counter beside her.

"Yeah."

"It will be good for you. To get out from time to time," She was glad he got a job he would be able to enjoy. "I wish I could be out there with you. And before you start saying I can't. I know that already. I just miss the freedom of being out in the woods, or even walking on the road."

"I know," Daryl said. "I do too. I just want to be out there. Not stuck here."

"Yes. I know the feeling." Parker chuckled quietly. "Maybe I can convince Glenn to take me on a run or two." She thought of the idea, not knowing whether he'd be okay with taking her or not.

"Not happenin'."

"It's not your decision," Parker pointed out, caught off guard by how angry he seemed suddenly.

"Maybe not, but it's my baby." He argued with her and she gave him a pointed look.

"It's my baby too. And I'm carrying our baby. Besides I survived this far, right?" Parker fought. "I can take care of myself."

"I know," Daryl sighed. "I just want you to be safe." She scoffed, looking around at the house.

"We're safe. Here. in this town. But that doesn't mean I want to be stuck behind these walls for six months straight." She turned to look at him again. "We're safe here." She whispered.

"I hope so."