Parker woke up, seeing a figure leaning on the door frame, their arms crossed as they stared into the room. She gasped when she figured out who it was, reaching for the spot where she usually kept her gun on the nightstand beside her. "What the fuck? What the hell are you doing in our house, Jesus?!" She practically yelled, all tiredness vanishing in an instant as she sat up. "Why are you in my room?!"

"I'm waiting for everyone to get dressed. Specifically your brother." Jesus replied like this was a normal Sunday for him. "Finally want to have that talk. Hurry up." He then walked away.

"What the actual fuck?" She muttered, her eyes still trying to adjust to being awake as she got out of bed. When she stepped out into the hallway, she saw her family surrounding Jesus, who was sitting on the stairs. Carl had a gun to his head, Rick and Michonne were behind him, and Daryl, Glenn, Abraham, and Maggie were all on the stairs, all with their guns pointed at Jesus as well. "Calm down," Parker said through a yawn, all their heads turned in her direction. "I really don't want blood all over the walls." They went down the stairs, sitting Jesus at the table as they gathered around him. Daryl silently paced behind him, while the rest of the group remained tense as they watched him, waiting for someone to break the silence that fell over them. "Okay, you said that you wanted to talk. Let's talk." Parker waved him on.

"So, how'd you get out?" Rick asked him, the two on opposite ends of the table.

"One guard can't cover two exits," Jesus answered rather proudly. "Or third-floor windows. Knots untie and locks get picked. Entripy comes from order, right?"

"Right," Daryl said sharply.

"I checked out your arsenal," Jesus continued, still oddly calm for someone who had a good amount of guns aimed at him.

"Well that's a nice thing to admit," Parker mumbled, leaning on the side of Rick's chair as she tried to pretend to care about this.

"I haven't seen anything like that in a long time. You're well-equipped, but your provisions are low. Very low for the amount of people you have. Fifty-four?"

"More than that," Maggie stated, her arms crossed.

"Well, I appreciate the cookie. My compliments to the chef," Jesus looked around the room full of people.

"Yeah, she ain't here," Daryl snapped harshly, mad that once again, Jesus had outsmarted him.

"Carol made cookies?" Parker asked, more intrigued by that than what was happening now. "Damn. There better be more." Jesus leaned forward and looked at Daryl.

"Look, we got off to a bad start. But we're on the same side. The living side. You, Rick, and Parker had every reason to leave me out there, but you didn't. I'm from a place that's a lot like this one. Part of my job is searching out other settlements to trade with. I took your truck because my community needs things and the three of you looked like trouble. I was wrong. You're good people. And this is a good place. I think our communities may be in a position to help each other."

"Do you have food?" Glenn asked, curious to know what Jesus' community was like.

"We've started to raise livestock," Jesus responded. "We scavenge, we grow. Everything from tomatoes to sorghum."

"Oh my god, that damn vegetable just follows us everywhere now."

"Tell us why we should believe you," Rick waited, resting his arms on the table.

"I'll show you," Jesus stated, changing things up. "If we take a car, I can take you back home in a day, and you can all see for yourselves who we are and what we have to offer."

"Wait," Maggie interrupted, holding up a hand. "You're looking for more settlements. You mean you're already trading with other groups?" Jesus smiled as his eyes scanned the faces of the people around him.

"Your world's about to get a whole lot bigger."

"Couldn't this whole thing have waited until morning?" Parker muttered, annoyed to have been woken up in the middle of the night. Everyone seemed relatively convinced that Jesus was telling the truth and that he was trustworthy enough to go to his community. Given that the entire group was going, Parker managed to convince Rick to let her tag along. She was surprised that he even let her out of the house after what happened the day before with the car chase, so she didn't offer any comment when they gave her the okay to go with them. She was standing by the RV, watching Daryl work on the engine, when Denise walked up to them and offered the couple something that looked ultimately inedible.

"Here. Homemade oat cake. Complex carbohydrates, omega-3s."

"Nah, I'm good," Daryl tried to sound respectful as he eyed the supposed food in disgust. "We're gonna make a pit stop. I'll pick up somethin' then."

"Like rabies?" Denise asked, holding the bag of oat cakes out to him. 

"Is this because we got you one of those sodas for Tara?" Parker glanced at the cookies, hesitant to take them.

"Yeah," She nodded, her eyes landing on Daryl. "And you remind me of someone I used to know." Daryl took the oat cakes she held out towards them, holding them as far away from himself as possible and dropping them into Parker's hands.

"Well, I hope it tastes better than it looks, 'cause it looks like shit," Daryl commented and Denise let out a small laugh.

"I think what he meant to say was 'thank you'." Parker looked directly at Daryl as she said the two words.

"Shit's still better than roadkill," Denise pointed out, only then realizing what she had said after she had said it and who she had said it to. "Okay, maybe.... just eat it." As the group piled into the RV, Parker and Daryl instantly made themselves comfortable in the separate room. As she sat on the bed, Parker couldn't help but feel upset, remembering when her group was made up of different people than now. But RV's always brought bad memories whenever she got into them.

"You alright?" Daryl asked her, taking notice of the look on her face. "Somethin' wrong with the baby?"

"No," Parker quickly assured him, moving closer to him so she was sat between his legs, her back pressed against his chest as he leaned against the backboard. "Being in RVs just reminds me of old times, you know? Like when I had that concussion and I had to stay in the back of Dale's RV, and I... I don't know. I guess I just miss having him around."

"I miss him too," Daryl said softly, rubbing her arms. "But he's in a better place." She sighed, sadly.

"I will never stop blaming myself for his death."

"It wasn't your fault," Daryl reminded her. Something she always did for him when it came to Beth. "We've all told you that."

"I know, but I will always blame myself. It weighs on me every time I think about him." She turned her head a bit so she could meet Daryl's gaze. "He believed in us, you know?"

"Well, we're together," Daryl tilted his head. "So he was a wise old man who knew what he was doin'." Parker laughed at his words.

"Yeah," She lifted her shirt, looking a her stomach, which was now much bigger. "A few more months and we'll have our baby."

"Still can't believe it," Daryl shook his head. "I never thought I'd have a kid."

"But you want one, right?" Parker asked, suddenly feeling nervous. "You aren't having second thoughts?"

"No. Not a one," Daryl responded. "I'm gonna love our little girl with everythin' I got."

"Little girl?" Parker raised an eyebrow at him. "Why are you so sure it's a girl?"

"Because I ain't ever had a girl in my family. There was my dad, Merle, my grandfather, my uncle and me. It's damn near a Dixon tradition to have boys." Daryl explained his thinking to her. "I don't wanna have a boy."

"But even if we do," Parker prompted, almost scared to hear what his answer would be. "Would you still love him?"

"I'd treat him like a damn king," Daryl said proudly making her laugh. "I just want a girl more. Take her out and show her the world."

"Not before she's at least ten years old," Parker stopped him mid-thought. "She doesn't need to be seeing any of that."

"You just called our baby a 'her'," Daryl teased, poking her side. "Sounds like you want one just as much as I do." Parker looked down at her stomach.

"Please be a boy. Because if you are, I get to be right again." Daryl hugged Parker a little tighter, his arms around her shoulder. "And I'll get to rub the fact that I'm right in your face."

"I love you."

"I love you too," She smiled, placing a small kiss on his lips. "Do you mind if I take a nap? I haven't slept since Jesus broke into the house."

"Go ahead," Daryl nodded, and within minutes Parker was fast asleep. As the RV began to slow down, worry pooled in Daryl's stomach, sitting up a bit too quickly and startling Parker out of her slumber. She looked around wildly for a moment before calming down when she realized Daryl was still there.

"What the hell's going on?" She asked, instantly reaching for her gun strapped to her thigh. She was still upset about losing her first gun, but she had to replace it rather quickly.

"Yo, Rick! What's goin' on?" Daryl shouted as he and Parker got off the bed.

"We got a crash ahead," Rick called back. "Looks like it just happened."

"It's one of ours," Jesus said, running out of the RV once they stopped. As he moved toward the wreckage, Rick pointed a gun at him.

"If this is a trick, it won't end well for you." He warned him, the threat was there but was left unsaid.

"My people are in trouble," Jesus insisted, practically ignoring anything he'd just said. "They don't.... we don't have a lot of fighters. I know how it looks, but I'll play it out. Can I borrow a gun?"

"No," Daryl instantly shot his request down, pointing to the ground. "We got tracks right here." The footprints led the group to a house and after Rick knocked and received no response, Jesus seemed to become even more stressed.

"They gotta be in there," Jesus said, the urgency in his voice a dead giveaway that he wasn't trying to pull a fast one on them.

"We moving in or what?" Abraham seemed confused about what was going on.

"How do we know this ain't firecrackers in a trash can?" Daryl asked him.

"You don't," Jesus said with a sigh, his eyes bouncing between the building and the group.

"We'll get your people," Rick told him. "You're staying here with one of us." Jesus looked at Michonne, who shook her head.

"That's the deal."

"Will you stay?" Glenn asked Maggie.

"Yeah. I'll stay back with Parker," Maggie grabbed onto Parker's arm. "Y'all go. Just be careful."

"Do you see what you've just caused?" Parker shot a glare at Glenn and he laughed.

"Probably better if we both don't go in." He pointed out. "We'd get ourselves into trouble."

"Yeah," Rick nodded, handcuffing Jesus. "We're gonna be careful."

"Just hurry," Jesus rushed them, wanting to make sure his people were okay.

"You hear me whistle, shoot him," Rick told Parker and Maggie.

"We will." Meggie sent him a nod as Parker took out her gun. The group was gone for about ten minutes, but when they returned, they weren't alone. They brought with them four others, complete strangers to all of them but familiar faces to Jesus. Reluctantly, Rick invited them into the RV, which was now more crowded than before. Parker sat with Glenn and Maggie, watching as a man rummaged through various pills and medications he had hidden in his pack. When he noticed Parker and Maggie looking, he smiled warmly.

"Name's Harlan by the way."

"Maggie," She introduced herself. "That's my husband, Glenn. And our friend, Parker." Harlan nodded at the three in greeting.

"We're bringing back medications, so you may have saved more people than just us back there, Glenn."

"You're a doctor?" Glenn assumed, eyeing all the medications laid out in front of him.

"Yeah, that's right."

"You have prenatal vitamins in there?" Glenn questioned, knowing that the bottle that Parker was given by Pete was running out quickly now that she and Maggie shared them. Harlan seemed happy as he looked at Maggie.

"For you?" She nodded, a smile on her face. "I'm guessing some for you too?" Harlan turned to Parker.

"Why would you think that?" Parker furrowed her eyebrows, pretending to be offended.

"I- uhm... no?" He stuttered, panic quickly overwhelming him.

"I'm kidding," Parker informed him and he instantly relaxed. "I got a headstart on Maggie."

"Well, uh, I was an obstetrician before, and I most definitely owe you," Harlan explained. "So, I'd say you two just hit the jackpot." Then he turned back to Parker. "Is the father still around?"

"Yeah. See the guy in the leather vest?" Parker turned, pointing at Daryl who had his back turned to them. "That's him."

"Well, congratulations. How far along are you?"

"Uhm... it's got to be, what, five months now, right?" She looked to Glenn and Maggie for confirmation.

"Around there," Maggie nodded.

"I don't know exactly. I lost count. I found out I was pregnant at an... unfortunate time." The RV jerked a bit like they were sliding until it stopped suddenly.

"Damn it. A storm must have passed through. We're stuck!" Rick alerted the group.

"No worries," Jesus stood up, leaning forward to get a view of what was outside the window. "We're here."

"Parker!" Daryl called for her. "Let's go."

"That's my cue," Parker sent the three of them a smile, heading to the front of the RV and meeting Daryl at the door. Once everyone was out and saw the walls that sat on top of a hill, Jesus smiled, opening his arms as he turned his back to the community.

"That's us. That's the Hilltop." They headed towards the front gates, following a muddy path until a man's voice caused them all to raise their weapons.

"Stop right there!" Jesus turned toward them all, his hands outstretched as he tried to keep the peace between the two groups.

"You gonna make us?" Daryl snapped at them, the rifle he carried aimed at the man who had barked out the order.

"Jesus, what the hell is this?" The man asked, confused.

"Open the gates, Cal," Jesus instructed. "Freddie's hurt," He turned to Rick with an apologetic look on his face. "Look, sorry about these guys. They get antsy standing up there all day doing nothing."

"They give up their weapons. Then we'll open the gates." Cal responded, still leaning over the wall.

"Why don't you come down here and get 'em?" Daryl challenged him.

"Gentleman," Harlan intervened trying to de-escalate the situation by addressing the people who stood over the wall. "Look, we vouch for these people, alright? They saved us out there."

"Lower the spears," Jesus told his people, holding his hands up.

"Look, I'm not taking any chances," Rick stated. "Just tell your guy Gregory to come out here."

"No," Jesus shook his head. "Don't you see what just happened? I'm letting you keep your guns." He lowered his voice, glancing back at the guards. "Look, we ran out of ammo months ago. I like you people. I trust you. Trust us." Rick looked like he was about to say something back, but then relented and waved a hand in the air signaling for his people to lower their weapons. Jesus turned back to the gates, giving the guards a nod. "Open the gates, Cal." When the gates opened and the group walked in, Parker was amazed at what she saw. This community seemed completely functional, with crops and livestock and a big house in the center of it all, bigger than two of the biggest Alexandria houses combined. As she looked around in amazement, Harlan tapped her on the shoulder.

"Come see me anytime. I'm in the medical trailer, okay?"

"Thank you," She mumbled, her eyes still roaming the walled-in community.

"There was a materials yard for a power company nearby," Jesus started explaining. "That's how we put up the walls. A lot of people came from a FEMA camp. The trailers came with them."

"How did people find out about this place?" Michonne asked, all of them wanting to know.

"That's called Barrington House," Jesus told them, pointing at the giant house in the center of the town. "The family that owned it gave it to the state in the '30s. The state turned it into a living history museum. Every elementary school for fifty miles used to come here for field trips. This place was running a long time before the modern world built up around it. I think people came here because they figured it'd keep running after the modern world broke down. Those windows up there let us see for miles in every direction. It's perfect for security. Come on, I'll show you inside."

"This place is insane," Parker said quietly as they trailed behind Jesus. As they entered the house, Abraham's mouth fell open.

"Good gracious Ignatius." Parker could see why he was so stunned. The inside was beautiful, with a grand staircase in view as they walked in, perfectly polished hardwood floors, beautifully furnished and decorated. It was a place Parker would have loved living in before the world ended, but now it just seemed silly. Not to mention the lot of them all caked in dirt and mud seemed so out of place in such a clean building.

"Most of the rooms have been converted into living spaces," Jesus continued his tour. "Even the ones that weren't bedrooms."

"People live here and the trailers?" Rick asked him.

"We plan to build," Jesus told him. "There's babies being born." A door opened and an older man appeared.

"Jesus!" He greeted, a smile on his face. "You're back." He looked around and his face fell. "With guests."

"Everyone, this is Gregory," Jesus introduced him to the group. "He keeps the trains running on time around here"

"I'm the boss," Gregory said proudly.

"Well, I'm Rick," Rick gave him a slight nod. "We have a community-"

"Why don't y'all go get cleaned up?" Gregory suggested, cutting Rick off mid-sentence. "Hmm?"

"We're fine," Rick responded, trying to keep himself calm.

"Jesus will show you where you can get washed up," Gregory completely ignored Rick, looking around at the building he kept overly clean. "Then come back down here when you're ready." He walked over to Rick and Parker kept a close eye on him. "It's hard to keep this place clean." His eyes flicked between Rick and his group in distaste. Disgusted that they even stepped foot in his home with even a spec of dirt on their clothes.

"Yeah," Rick stared down at him. "Sure."

"Follow me," Jesus waved them along, seeming embarrassed about how Gregory was acting. Once Parker was 'washed up', Maggie was elected by the group to talk to Gregory. Rick didn't want to go because he knew he'd most likely end up killing Gregory. And Parker knew she'd most likely end up talking her way out of any type of deal and then killing him. When Maggie finished her meeting with Gregory, she walked out of the room just about slamming the door in frustration. It seemed just by the looks of her that Gregory hadn't been open to any of their trade proposals and when she told her group and Jesus, he didn't seem surprised one bit.

"We want to generate trade," Jesus said, taking in all of their annoyed looks. "Gregory does. But ammo isn't something we urgently need."

"Well, how's that?" Rick asked him.

"The walls hold," Jesus responded. "We just brought in more medicine. Gregory wants the best deal possible."

"I don't know if you forgot this.. but the only reason you brought in more medicine is because Rick decided to stop and save your people." Parker reminded him.

"Yeah, well, we want things too," Daryl told him.

"We need food," Parker stated the obvious, pacing the room. "We're already here. And we're sure as hell not leaving until we get what we came for."

"We came all this way. We are gonna get it." Rick promised.

"I will talk to him," Jesus assured them. "And we will work this out. Circumstances change. We're doing well now. And you will next. I will make him understand that. Can you give me a few days?"

"Well, judging by the thirty seconds we've had with Gregory, he seems like an understanding guy," Parker murmured sarcastically, leaning on the wall by the window. "Yeah. We can give you a few days." She nodded, ignoring the look her brother sent her. Someone burst through the front door and Gregory stepped out of his office.

"What's wrong?"

"They're back," The man replied in a hurry. Gregory followed after the man and Jesus hurried after them.

"Where are you going?" Rick stopped Parker and she shrugged his hand off her arm.

"To see what all this is about?" She rolled her eyes as she walked out after Jesus and the group all walked out behind her, meeting a trio of people who had just entered. By the way everyone was reacting towards them, they clearly lived here or had at some point in time.

"Nathan," Gregory greeted the man, fake happiness in his tone. "What happened to everybody else? Where's Tim and Marsha?"

"They're dead." Nathan ground out angrily.

"Negan?" Gregory assumed, almost like he knew what happened. Parker looked at her brother after catching him and Daryl glance at each other when they heard the name, recognition on their faces.

"Yeah."

"We had a deal," Gregory said.

"He said it wasn't enough," The man behind Nathan explained. "Was the drop light?"

"No," Gregory replied but it was clear just from how he said it that he was lying.

"They still have Craig," The third of the group said shakily, her voice full of fear and nerves as she said it.

"They said they'd keep him alive, return him to us if I deliver a message to you." Nathan continued quietly, slowly stepping closer to their leader.

"So, tell me," Gregory laughed a bit.

"I'm sorry." Nathan lunged forward, stabbing a knife into Gregory's stomach. Parker's eyes widened as Rick instantly ran forward, tackling Nathan while Gregory staggered back until he hit the ground. Parker lost sight of Daryl as chaos broke out, so she ran over to help Rick who Nathan was currently strangling.

"Hey!" Parker yelled at him, and Nathan's head snapped over, his crazed eyes meeting hers.

"Stay back!" Nathan shouted. "Anyone who tries to stop me is killing my brother!"

"And if you kill him, you kill mine!" Parker shouted back, pulling out her gun. "Let him go." When Nathan was distracted with the gun aimed at his head, Rick took the opportunity, stabbing him in the neck and pushing his body to the side, standing up with blood covering the lower half of his face and jacket.

"You good?" Parker asked him as she put her gun back. Rick turned to look at everyone, who looked at him in horror.

"What?"

"Ethan!" The second man screamed, sporting a broken arm, courtesy of Daryl. "You killed him!"

"He tried to kill Gregory, then me." Rick defended the actions of himself and his people. The woman who had arrived with them, ran over, intending to punch Rick but Parker pulled out her knife, the tip of it pressing into the smaller woman's throat as she stopped dead in her tracks, breathing heavily as she stared down at the blade.

"Back the hell up." She warned. An edge to her voice that caused the woman to instantly move away, hiding in the crowd. They had just killed a random guy for stabbing Gregory- a guy that none of them liked- and their leader couldn't even get his name right.

"Drop it. Now!" A random guy shouted from within the bystanders, a spear in hand.

"I don't think we will," Rick replied, walking forward with his gun raised.

"Everyone!" Jesus yelled, running between Rick and the other man. "It's over! It's over. Ethan was our friend, but let's not pretend he was anything more than a coward who attacked us. He did this. And these people stopped him." 

"Gregory must be some leader when he can't even remember the names of his own people," Parker whispered to Glenn who was breathing heavily.

"Yeah," He agreed with a slight laugh.

"What can I do?" Rick asked, wanting to help in some way.

"Put the gun away," Jesus looked down at the gun in RIck's hands that was aimed toward him. "You've done enough. You need to know that things aren't as simple as they might seem. Just give me some time." After Harlan attended to Gregory's wound, Jesus joined the group in the Barrington House. "Dr. Carson was able to patch Gregory up. He is in pain, but he'll live."

"So, what happens now?" Michonne questioned.

"Things like that don't usually happen here. But, uh... it's settled."

"We have that effect on people." Parker shrugged.

"We heard the name Negan," Rick added in, standing up. "A while back, Daryl and Abraham had a run-in with his men. Who is he?" Parker raised an eyebrow as she stared at Daryl, not remembering him ever mentioning a word about a man named Negan or encountering some of his men.

"Negan's the head of a group of people he calls the Saviors," Jesus explained. "As soon as the walls were built, the Saviors showed up. They met with Gregory on behalf of their boss. They made a lot of demands. Even more threats. And he killed one of us... Rory. He was sixteen years old. They beat him to death right in front of us. Said we needed to understand, right off the bat. Gregory's not exactly good at confrontation. He's not the leader I would have chosen. But he helped make this place what it is, and the people like him."

"He made the deal," Maggie assumed.

"If he did, he clearly didn't know how to hold up his end of it," Parker muttered, remembering the other guy mentioning something about the last load 'not being enough'.

"Half of everything," Jesus continued answering their questions. "Our supplies, our crops, our livestock. It goes to the Saviors."

"And for half of all your stuff... what do you get in return?" Parker furrowed her eyebrows.

"They don't attack this place," Jesus said. "They don't kill us."

"Why not just kill them?" Daryl asked him, curious as to why they'd put up with people who killed someone just to get their point across.

"Most of the people here don't even know how to fight," Jesus responded. "Even if we had ammo."

"Well, how many people does Negan have?" Rick asked him.

"We don't know," Jesus shrugged his shoulders. "We've seen groups as big as twenty."

"Now, hold up. So they show up, they kill a kid, and you give them half of everythin'?" Daryl asked in disbelief. "These dicks just got a good story. The bogeyman? He ain't shit."

"Well, how do you know?"

"A month ago, we took his guys out PDQ," Abraham said rather confidently. "Left them in pieces and puddles."

"You know, we'll do it," Daryl offered. "If we go get your man back, kill Negan, take out his boys, will you hook us up? We want food, medicine, and one of them cows." Jesus looked at Rick for confirmation that they'd actually go through with it.

"Confrontation's never been something we've had trouble with," Rick said with a shrug.

"And this Negan guy seems like he's all bark and no bite. Considering that he's never been here physically and only sends his people to do his bidding." Parker commented from behind Maggie. "He's probably better off dead."

"I'll take it to Gregory," Jesus nodded, and Maggie sighed, knowing that meant she'd have to deal with Gregory again when Rick turned to face her.

"Can you come with me?" She pleaded, turning to Parker.

"I guess, but someone might want to take my weapons 'cause there's a good shot he'll end up with more than just a knife wound by the time we leave." She took off her belt of weapons, dropping it on the table.

"Hey, gun too." Daryl eyed the holstered gun on her leg.

"I was just trying to be safe." She mumbled as she took it off, dropping it on the table with the rest of her stuff before following the group out onto the balcony. She watched as people gathered around the fire used to dispose of Ethan's body.

"They have food. We don't." Rick sighed, knowing that some of them were against the idea of getting rid of the Saviors. "We don't have enough of anything."

"Except us." Parker leaned on the railing.

"This is the trade." Rick turned to face them.

"It's gonna cost us something," Maggie stated quietly. She wasn't sure about what it would cost, but she knew doing this would end poorly. Jesus opened the door, joining them out on the balcony.

"Gregory's up. He wants to talk." Parker glanced at Maggie before heading for the door but Jesus stopped her. "To Maggie."

"Sounds like a problem. I'm going too."

"He wants to talk to Maggie," Jesus said again.

"She's comin' too or I'm not going," Maggie stated, nodding at Parker.

"Fine, but he's not gonna be happy about this." Jesus shook his head, leading them away. "I'm sorry in advance. Gregory can be a real prick."

"I know. That's why I brought her." 

"That's why I got rid of my gear," Parker added, knowing she didn't need a weapon to kill him. Jesus led them down to where Gregory was, knocking on the door and waiting for a reply.

"Come in." Parker pushed open the door, letting Maggie in first before following behind her, making sure to close it. "Sorry for the gloom. They have me on these antibiotics that make me sensitive to the sunlight." Parker waited for her eyes to adjust to the darkness, not bothering to look at the man in the bed. "Who is this?" She finally turned to look at him, catching his gaze for a moment. Even while looking like he was on death's doorstep, he looked as clean as ever. "Florence, right?

"It's Parker." She corrected, watching Maggie's eyes bounce between the two of them. 

"It was a good guess. Pretty similar." Gregory shrugged, wincing in pain.

"Not at all actually. Didn't even start with the same letter." Parker kept her hands in her pockets as Maggie walked around the room.

"I'm in agony. It's like somebody's twisting my intestines with a cement mixer." Gregory complained, propping himself up on some pillows.

"It could've been worse," Maggie commented, stopping at the foot of his bed. "You're lucky we were here. Jesus told you about our offer?"

"He did," Gregory confirmed. "What makes you think you can do what we haven't done?"

"We have experience with people like this Negan guy. I'd say we handled them pretty well, wouldn't you?" She stopped at Maggie's side.

"Sure have."

"How?" Gregory seemed curious.

"They're dead," Maggie told him blankly. "We can get your man back."

"I don't know if Craig's worth the trouble." Gregory thought about it. "I mean it's his brother who did this." He motioned towards the stab wound bandaged up on his stomach.

"Nathen?" Parker raised an eyebrow. "Or Ethan? He had a reason to do what he did. They've got his brother there, don't they? They've already killed two of your people."

"He was fighting to save someone he loves. He was afraid." Maggie argued in defense of the dead man.

"That makes him weak." Parker narrowed her eyes at Gregory, glad that she had disposed of her weapons before she came here because, at that very moment, she wanted to stab him again. "Frankly, I don't know if I want him back in our gene pool."

"I'd say that makes him stronger. Some people don't have the balls to fight for the people they love. And he came here, in front of at least fifty people, and stabbed you for his brother."

"My dad used to tell me forgiveness takes more strength than anger."

"Yeah, I guess." He muttered the reply. "He's a hell of a cook. He makes these amazing baked eggs with green tomatoes." Parker sighed through her nose as she balled her hands into tight fists at her sides.

"We got a proposal. You either accept it and we help you and your people. Or you don't and you can keep sucking up to Negan." She nodded for Maggie to go on.

"You give us supplies, we'll save Craig and take care of Negan and the Saviors, permanently." Gregory laughed, hissing in pain and forcing himself to stop.

"What so funny?"

"I'm sorry." He apologized weakly. "I find this whole conversation pretty funny. I mean, you balked when I proposed that your people work for our supplies, but now.... isn't that exactly what's happening here?"

"Not exactly," Parker said through a sigh.

"See, I had leverage and I used it. See? It wasn't personal."

"Yes. We need food. You have it." Maggie nodded, her hands on her hips as she paced a bit. "We're willing to work for it."

"But this time, instead of being your little gardeners. We're doing it on our own terms." Parker pointed out the difference between their proposals.

"Then I'll get supplies for your people."

"Good."

"I'll talk to Jesus and he'll make the arrangements," Gregory said, before looking back up at the two. "See, this was fun."

"That's not how I'd put it." Parker disagreed, biting her lip.

"Exciting." He offered up making her glare at him

"Half," Maggie stated firmly, grabbing onto the bedpost.

"Excuse me?"

"Half of what you have." She elaborated. "We saw what happened out there. Negan's expecting more supplies from this place."

"He'll just keep taking more and more until you're left with absolutely nothing. He's not gonna have any use for you or your people. What happens then, hmm?" Parker asked him, slowly walking along the bed. "You've got no ammo. None of these people are fighters. So with your supplies being your only wall of defense... you'd be a dead man."

"So, we want half of everything you have," Maggie told him. "Right now. Or the deals off. You see? I have leverage." Gregory groaned, mockingly clapping his hands.

"Congratulations. You have yourselves a deal." He looked over at Parker. "You want anything else? A kidney, maybe?"

"Not from you. But now that we've got that settled, we'll be on our way." Parker sent him a fake smile as she walked toward the door. "We'll see you soon.. George." After securing a deal with Gregory, Maggie, and Parker got them almost half of what the Hilltop people had at the time, and while Parker was helping load supplies into the RV, Harlan tapped her on the shoulder. "Hey," She set the crate down on the ground by the RV door. "Are you okay?" She headed back over, grabbing a basket of vegetables.

"Yeah," Harlan nodded, walking with her. "Your friends, Glenn and Maggie, I just did an ultrasound for them." The basket in Parker's hands slipped as she looked at him.

"You're able to do those?"

"Yes," Harlan smiled at her reaction. "And I suppose you would like one?"

"Would you?" She asked excitedly, and he nodded. "Oh my god, thank you."

"If you want to bring your husband, we can do it before everyone leaves," Harlan offered. She nodded, already walking off, going to look for Daryl.

"Thank you. I- I'll find him." Running towards Daryl, Parker could barely contain her excitement. He looked at her confused as she grabbed his hand.

"The hell are you-"

"Come with me," Parker cut him off. "I have a surprise for you." She took him to the medical trailer which he reluctantly entered after some convincing.

"This better be good." Harlan turned around, smiling when he heard the two.

"Hey, if you want to sit on that bed over there, we can get started." He pointed to a bed on the other side of the trailer.

"What the hell is goin' on?" Daryl asked Parker, about to walk out.

"We get to see our baby," She told him, the smile only growing on her face. "Daryl, he has the equipment to do it."

"Seriously?" Daryl asked, staring at Harlan.

"Yeah," He nodded, gesturing for Parker to get on the bed. Parker laid on the bed with Daryl standing beside her, who held her hand tightly as Harlan poured some gel on her stomach. Her hand tightened around Daryls as the screen to their right showed what was happening inside her womb, revealing their baby to them for the first time. Parker let out a quiet gasp as she stared at the screen.

"It feels so much more real now." She whispered.

"Back in your community- Alexandria, was it? Do you have a doctor?" Harlan asked curiously.

"Yeah, there was a guy, Pete. We were only able to hear the heartbeat then. Why?" Parker shared a worried glance with Daryl.

"Did he hear anything strange?" 

"No. W-why? Is something wrong?" The panic in her voice rose, but for some odd reason, Harlan remained calm, almost happy even.

"No, there's nothing wrong. I'm just confused how any doctor- specialized in pediatrics or not- wasn't able to hear two separate heartbeats."

"Two separate heartbeats?" Daryl repeated slowly before the realization hit him.

"Holy shit.." Parker muttered, her eyes wide. She couldn't figure out if she wanted to be happy or slightly more terrified. "There's two in there?"

"There's definitely two. Congratulations, you guys are having twins." Parker's hand squeezed Daryl's, her eyes brimming with tears. "Would you like to know what you're having?"

"How are you able to see that through all them black and white scribbles? You sure there's two" Daryl asked pointing at the screen, picking up on Parker's silent panic.

"I used to do this for a living," Harlan explained with a laugh. "I can keep it a secret if you want. The genders."

"No," Parker shook her head. "We have some weird bet thing. I want to win." The sound of the baby's heartbeat filled the room, and Daryl never felt such pure joy in his life, especially when Harlan shifted his hand and a second one could be heard. Those babies were his doing, well, half of it. Parker seemed just as emotional, with tears in her eyes as she listened to both her babies' hearts beating.

"Well, it's a little difficult to tell..." Harlan moved the device around, his eyes trained on the screen. "One of them is upside down, but it looks to me that-"

"Wait!" Parker exclaimed, looking at Daryl. "Do you want to know?"

"Yeah," He said almost immediately. "Can't believe they're already doin' tricks. Already learnin'." He joked making her laugh. Harlan smiled as he looked between the two of them. 

"This one, he shifted the device, to show the one to the right. "That one is a boy. The other... is a girl."