"Hey... everyone," Maggie greeted as she walked into the barn, followed by a complete stranger. "This is Aaron." She introduced him. The sound of guns cocking made Parker jolt awake, using the wall to push herself onto her feet, Daryl grabbed her bicep, holding her steady for a second so she could fully wake up. When no one else moved to pat Aaron down for weapons, Daryl stepped forward, patting the new guy down. "We met him outside. He's by himself," Maggie continued to explain as everyone looked to her and Sasha for answers. "We took his weapons and we took his gear." Maggie stared at him, expectantly waiting for him to say his piece.

"Hi," Aaron greeted nervously. Judith began to cry in Rick's arms and he handed her off to Parker, who was quick to wrap her niece into her embrace, shushing her quietly. She stood beside Rick now, rocking his crying daughter in her arms as everyone cautiously eyed Aaron, not knowing what his motive was. One thing was for sure, he looked anything but threatening. "It's nice to meet you," Aaron said awkwardly, taking the smallest step forward only for everyone to re-aim their guns at him. He stopped dead in his tracks, his hands just barely raised above his waist.

"You said he had a weapon?" Rick peered at Maggie through the corner of his eyes and she handed Rick a small pistol, which he checked for bullets before tucking it into his waistband.

"Did he want something from you?" Parker asked the two. "Or are you just here?" She narrowed her eyes at Aaron.

"He has a camp nearby," Sasha answered. "He wants us to audition for membership." Parker and Rick gave Aaron the same look and he laughed slightly.

"I wish there was another word," He quickly defended, "Audition makes it sound like we're some kind of a dance troupe. That's only on Friday nights." No one said anything. Didn't crack a smile. Not even a laugh. "Um, and it's not- it's not a camp. It's a community. I think you all would make valuable additions. But it's not my call." He looked around at everyone who surrounded him. "My job is to convince you all to follow me back home. I know. If I were you, I wouldn't go either. Not until I knew exactly what I was getting into." He twisted around, looking at Sasha. "Sasha, can you hand Rick my pack?" She slowly walked over to Rick, taking his pack off her shoulder and passing it to him. 

"This is some sort of trap, it won't end well for you," Parker warned him as Rick crouched down on the ground to go through it.

"I assure you, it's not," Aaron stated, his hands fidgeting nervously in front of him. "Front pocket, there's an envelope. There is no way I could convince you to come with me just by talking about our community. That's why I brought those. I apologize in advance for the picture quality. We just found an old camera store last-"

"Nobody gives a shit," Daryl interrupted, tired of hearing him talk. Aaron turned to Daryl, nodding instantly.

"You're absolutely one hundred percent right." He agreed, the words flying out in one sentence. "That's the first picture I wanted to show you because nothing I say about our community will matter unless you know you'll be safe. If you join us, you will be. Each panel in that wall is a fifteen-foot high, twelve-foot wide slab of solid steel. Framed by cold-rolled steel beams and square tubing. Nothing, alive or dead gets through that without our say-so. Like I said, security is... obviously important. In fact, there's only one resource more critical to our community's survival. The people."

"The last time someone said something like that, it turned out that they ate people," Parker spoke during one of his pauses. "So you'll have to forgive us if we don't exactly trust you."

"I understand. But I can assure you that we don't eat people. Together we're strong. You can make us even stronger. The next picture, you'll see behind the gates." Parker and Rick shared a look but for whatever reason it seemed that Rick had other ideas.

"Rick!" Parker hissed out, failing to grab him as he started walking towards Aaron. 

"Our community was first constuc-" He didn't get a chance to finish his sentence before Rick punched him in the jaw, knocking him unconscious. Parker leaned forward, pointing at the man now taking a nap in the dirt.

"Just to make things clear, RIck. The look I sent you wasn't a 'Let's attack him' look. It was 'I think he's a good person. We can trust him' look." She deadpanned, glaring at her brother.

"We got to secure him," Rick spoke over her, turning around. "Dump his pack. Let's see what this guy really is."

"Rick." Michonne slightly reached for him as he passed.

"Everybody else, we need eyes in every direction," Rick instructed, paranoia getting the best of him. "They're coming for us. We might not know how or when, but they are."

"Me and Sasha, we didn't see him," Maggie tried to tell Rick. Defending a man they had met not even half an hour ago. "If he had wanted to hurt us, he would've."

"Anybody see anything?" Rick asked as the group looked through the cracks in the walls of the barn.

"Just a lot of places to hide." Glenn replied.

"Alright, keep looking," Rick demanded, pacing around the barn, stopping in front of Carl and Parker who were going through Aaron's belongings. "What did you find?" Carl handed him a flare gun.

"Never seen a gun like that before." Carl stared at the orange gun, his eyebrows pinched together in confusion.

"Its a flare gun," Parker explained. "Which means he has someone around. You shoot a flare up into the sky to show your location. Like a signal." Rick looked at Parker, holding the flare un up. 

"Think we can still trust him?" Rick practically shoved the flare gun in her face. "What're you thinking now?"

"Rick, I want what he's saying to be true like everyone else here," Parker admitted, glancing at the unconscious man on the ground before them. "I want every single word he just said to be true. This could be a really good thing, but we have to be cautious. I'm not saying that punching him was a good idea, but I definitely think we should listen to Aaron and give him the benefit of the doubt."

"Alright." Rick nodded, all heads looking down at Aaron as he slowly regained consciousness.

"That's a hell of a right cross there, Rick." He massaged his jaw slightly, a smile on his face.

"Sit him up."

"I think it's better if-" Maggie started in.

"It's okay," Aaron assured her.

"He's fine. Sit him up." Michonne pulled Aaron into a sitting position as he took in his surroundings.

"You're being cautious. I completely understand." Aarons tried to calm things down a bit.

"How many of your people are out there?" Rick instantly went back to interrogating him, pulling out the flare gun. "You have a flare gun. You have it to signal your people. How many of them are there?"

"Does it matter?" He countered with a smile, leaning to the side a bit, quirking an eyebrow at Parker.

"It absolutely matters." She nodded.

"Yes." Rick glared down at him. "Yes, it does."

"I mean, of course, it matters how many people are actually out there, but does it matter how many people I tell you are out there?" Aaron tilted his head slightly as he asked the question but it was only angering Rick. "Because I'm pretty sure no matter what number I say... eight..." He breathed out a sigh. "Thirty-two.... four hundred forty-four.... zero... no matter what I say, you're not going to trust me."

"Well, It's hard to trust anyone who smiles after getting punched in the face," Rick pointed out.

"How about a guy who leaves bottles of water for you in the road?" He'd exposed himself with that, he had just absentmindedly admitted to following them. Daryl's eyes fell on the water they had brought before turning to Aaron.

"How long you people been followin' us?" Daryl asked him, stopping beside Glenn.

"Long enough to see that you practically ignore a pack of roamers on your trail," Aaron started, thinking over a mental list. "Long enough to see that despite the lack of food and water, you never turned on each other. You're survivors. And you're people. Like I said- and I hope you won't punch me for saying it again- that is the most important resource in the world." No one spoke for a moment before Rick walked forward, crouching down in front of Aaron who braced to get punched again.

"How many others are out there?" He whispered the question. Parker could hear Noah mutter something under his breath as he leaned on one of the barn's support beams.

"One," Aaron finally answered defeatedly. 

"Oh, come on, Rick!" He slowly shook his head at Aaron's answer. "He gave you an answer." Parker was losing her patience with him. She understood being wary of people but this was on a whole other level. 

"I knew you wouldn't believe me. If it's not words, if it's not pictures, what would It take to convince you that this is for real? What if I drove you to the community? All of you? We leave now, we'll get there by lunch."

"I'm not sure how the sixteen of us are gonna fit in the car you and your one friend drove down here in," Rick said in an almost sarcastic tone.

"We drove separately. If we found a group, we wanted to be able to bring them all home. There's enough room for all of us."

"And you're parked just a couple of miles away, right?" Carol asked him, wanting to get confirmation so they weren't walking into this completely blind.

"East on Ridge Road, just after you hit Route 16," Aaron confirmed. "We wanted to get them closer, but then the storm came and blocked the road. We couldn't clear it"

"Yeah.... you've really thought this through," Rick muttered, and Parker realized that he still didn't believe anything that Aaron was saying.

"Can you stop?" She shot an annoyed glare at her brother.

"Rick," Aaron practically begged him. "If I wanted to ambush you, I'd do it here. You know, light the barn on fire while you slept, pick you off as you ran out the only exit." Park pinched the bridge of her nose, sighing dissapointedly.

"Why on earth would you say that? I mean how possibly stupid could you be? You just old an entire group of people a pre-thought-out plan of how you could have murdered us all when the main person you are trying to convince is already on the verge of shooting you square between the eyes?" She stared at him with a completely lost look on her face.

"What I am trying to say is that you can trust me."

"Trust is a lot to ask for these days," Parker murmured. Especially now that they knew how he would have killed them. Michonne stepped up from the side group.

"I'll check out the cars." She offered, not going to take no for an answer either way cause she wasn't asking for anyone's permission.

"There aren't any cars." Rick told her, still not believing Aaron's story.

"There's only one way to find out," Michonne replied.

"We don't need to find out," He argued with her.

"We do," Michonne didn't back down. "You know what you know and you're sure of it. But I'm not."

"Me neither," Maggie and Parker piped in, almost at the same time. Rick shook his head in disbelief, scoffing as he stared at them.

"Your way is dangerous. Mine isn't."

"Passing up someplace where we can live?" Michonne countered, walking closer. "Where Judith can live? Where Parker can have her child without worrying? That's pretty dangerous. We need to find out what this is. We can handle ourselves. So that's what we're gonna do."

"Then I will, too," Glenn added, volunteering himself. "I'll go." Rick turned around to Abraham.

"Abraham?"

"Yeah," He nodded, not needing Rick to ask. "I walk with them."

"Rosita?"

"Okay." She agreed. Rick walked towards Glenn, wanting to make sure he had everything he would need in case things went wrong and they were gone longer than necessary.

"If there's trouble, you got enough firepower?"

"We got what he got," Glenn answered him with a small shrug.

"The walkies are out of juice," Rick announced to the departing group. "If you're not back in sixty minutes, we'll come. Which might be just what they want."

"Hey, be careful," Parker told Glenn, squeezing his shoulder. He sent her a nod as he walked out the doors of the barn.

"If we're all in here," Rick started once the group left. "We're a target."

"Can you just calm down? We have him here, if this is a trap we have one of their own."

"I've got the area covered." Daryl stated, walking away.

"Alright, groups of two, find somewhere safe within eyeshot," Rick instructed the remaining members. Daryl looked back at Parker, nodding towards the doors.

"You with me?" She smiled, glad to be able to do something other than hear Rick go crazy.

"Always." She followed behind him, lifting the rifle from off her shoulders. Her eyes roamed the area, this being her first time leaving the barn since the storm. There were branches covering the ground, and even a few trees had fallen over during it. The sound of a walker caused her to pull out her knife but Daryl put a hand on her shoulder, pointing up at the trees. Walkers filled the trees, the wind had been strong enough to literally blow their bodies around. They just hung, impaled like deadly pinatas. "That is quite the sight." She murmured, putting her knife away.

Parker ended up deciding to head back after a while. She felt terrible and morning sickness had been giving her a run for her money for the past week. Daryl was half-tempted to stay with her and walk her back, but she assured him multiple times that she'd be fine. He continued exploring the area and making sure nobody was around while Parker walked back to the barn. By the time she got there, it looked like the whole world was spinning around her. She practically stumbled through the barn doors and Rick's head instantly snapped up in her direction.

"You alright?" He asked seeing how uneasy she looked. In response, Parker raised a finger pushing the barn door out of her way as she ran back out, throwing up in the grass. Her knees dug into the mud as she leaned back, coughing as she collected herself, spitting out any remaining chunks in her mouth. She stood up, wiping her mouth and walking back into the barn. "Now are you okay?" He rearranged the question, his cop eyebrow raised.

"Morning sickness is a bitch." She replied, sniffling slightly. "This pregnancy is kicking my ass."

"You're pregnant!?" Aaron blurted out, wide-eyed as he struggled to look over his shoulder at her.

"You don't talk to her." Rick spat out, his hand wrapped around his gun. Parker rolled her eyes, lightly hitting her brother as she looked back at Aaron.

"Yup. Around... three-ish months? Maybe..?" She didn't know, it's not like she had a calendar to keep count of the days.

"We have a doctor in our community," Aaron told them both. "We have medications and supplies... you and your baby would be safe there." Listening to his words, she felt hopeful. She knew he was telling the truth. As much as she wanted to side with her brother, as much as she distrusted this man, he hadn't done anything to hurt them- thought about possible ways..? Yes. She had gotten a chance to look at the pictures Aaron had carried around with him and she thought that it wouldn't hurt to at least check out the town. After all, they made it out of Terminus alive, so she figured at that very point in time they could do anything.

"A doctor?" Parker asked, she hadn't met anyone remotely close to a doctor except for Hershel and he was a veterinarian. But he was also dead. "Really?"

"Yes," Aaron nodded eagerly. "We don't have a physical hospital, but we have medical supplies."

"And I could have my baby safely?" She questioned, pointing at her stomach.

"As safe as one can be during the end of the world," Aaron answered to the best of his abilities. She turned to Rick, a pleading look in her eyes.

"Rick, I know what you're thinking, believe me, I know. But right now I'm thinking about my baby. If he," She motioned toward Aaron with her eyes. "Is telling the truth, then I think we should go."

"You know it's not safe." Rick argued with her, still against the idea of going. Parker sighed irritated.

"Yeah, but neither is being pregnant and living on the road with dead people trying to kill us. If Aaron is telling the truth- if what he is saying is even remotely true, we would be ten times safer behind walls than without anything."

"Do you remember what happened the last time we thought we found someplace safe?" Rick reminded her, using Terminus as a reason not to trust anyone or anything whenever he had the chance.

"Yeah, I was there. They turned out to be cannibals." She remembered very vividly saying that they might have been cannibals. But no one listened to her then either. "But seriously, Rick. Not everyone has to be a bad person. Maybe this is a good thing."

"Maybe. But I'm not going to jump in head first." Rick responded.

"And thats reasonable. Just promise me you'll have a more open mind?" Rick nodded, which Parker took as an acceptable answer. When the group returned with a car and a motorhome, Parker's mind thought back to Dale and his own motorhome. They had returned with enough food to feed them all for weeks, more than any of them had seen since the end of the prison. She and Carl had shared a can of peaches, which was more than enough to hold them over for now.

"This? This is ours now," Rick stated firmly, holding up a can of food to show it to Aaron. Just trying to get his point across.

"There's more than enough," Aaron shrugged slightly, not seeming to be bothered that they had taken his food.

"It's ours, whether or not we go to your camp." Rick clarified. Not giving him much of a choice either way.

"What do you mean?" Carl furrowed his eyebrows as he looked up at his dad. "Why wouldn't we go?"

"If he were lying or if he wanted to hurt us," Michonne explained, still trying to convince Rick to go at least look at Aaron's community. "But he isn't, and he doesn't. We need this. So we're going. All of us. Somebody say something if they feel differently." All eyes landed on Rick, seeing how he had been against the idea the whole time.

"I don't know, man," Daryl sat on some random crates beside Abraham. "This barn smells like horse shit."

"Yeah," Rick agreed, giving in to everyone. "We're going."

"Thank you," Parker whispered, hugging her brother. Rick instantly turned his attention back to Aaron.

"So where are we going? Where's your camp?"

"Well, every time I've done this, I've been behind the wheel, driving the recruits back," Aaron answered hesitantly. "I... I believe you're good people. I- I'd bet my life on it. I'm just not ready to bet my friend's lives just yet."

"You're not driving," Michonne informed him. It had taken enough time to convince Rick to let them even go to this place. There was no way in hell he'd be trusting enough to let Aaron drive them there. "So if you want to get home, you'll have to tell us how.." Parker crouched down in front of him, trying to seem as friendly as possible. Minus the dirt, blood, cuts, and scars on her.

"You can trust us." She told him, honestly.

"I thought you said you didn't trust easily." Aaron pointed out.

"We don't," She replied, tilting her head. "That's why we're being the way we are. We won't hurt you. Or your people unless you hurt us first. Okay?" He still seemed unsure about things. "Trust me." Reluctantly he nodded, looking over her shoulder and at Rick.

"Go north on Route 16." He started giving Rick directions.

"And then?" Parker prompted.

"I'll tell you when we get there."

"We'll take 23 north," Rick decided. "You'll give us directions from there."

"That's... I don't know how else to say it.... that's a bad idea," Aaron tried to tell him. Even if Rick didn't believe him. "We've cleared 16. It'll be faster."

"We'll take 23." Rick finalized, ending it there. "We leave at sundown."

"We're doing this at night?" Sasha asked, with a touch of skepticism in her tone.

"Pretty sure that's what sundown means." Parker muttered and Glenn elbowed her arm, trying to give her a 'not now' look but ended up trying to fight back laughter when she looked at him.

"Look, I know it's dangerous," Rick turned to the group. "But it's better than riding up to their gates during the day. If it isn't safe, we need to get gone before they know we're there."

"No one is going to hurt you," Aaron insisted from where he sat in the dirt still tied up. "You're trying to protect your group but you're putting them in danger."

"Well, you aren't giving us much of a choice here," Parker said through a sigh, tired of him now. She didn't even bother to turn to look at him. "We've done our part. 'Bout time you do yours."

"Tell me where the camp is, we'll leave right now." Rick looked down at him. When Aaron refused to say anything else, Rick looked back up at his people. "It's going to be a long night. Eat. Get some rest if you can." When the sun set, everyone packed up their gear and piled into the RV. When Parker climbed in, she remembered the last time she had traveled in one of these. Daryl noticed her hesitance when she walked in and how her face fell, but before he could ask if she was okay, she had walked away, heading towards the back of the RV where the bedroom was. 

She was getting flashes of memories as if everything had happened to her yesterday. She could remember when she first got to Atlanta. When Dale just randomly showed up at their camp in his motorhome, to the day she had gotten him killed at the farm and the last time she ever rode in his RV. Parker missed those days. When she and Daryl were still testing the waters of their relationship, taking things slow because they didn't know what the hell they were doing then. Looking back, she knew that back then she would never have believed it if someone had told her where she would be now. Lying in the back of a stranger's RV, heading to a supposedly safe place. Daryl walked into the room, knocking on the wall before sitting down at the edge of the bed.

"You alright?" Parker nodded, lying on the bed with her eyes covered with the back of her arm.

"I don't know if it's the baby or the fact that I ate too much after not eating enough, but my stomach is killing me." Daryl reached out, laying his hand on her stomach.

"It's probably just the food." He tried to comfort her.

"I hope so," Parker replied, grabbing his hand. "I hope this turns out to be something good."

"Me too," Daryl agreed, his voice calm. "I've been worried about you."

"I've been more worried about you," She opened her eyes, sitting up. "How are you?"

"I'm better," He answered. "All this has kept me busy." She smiled at him.

"Well, in about six months you'll be even busier." She told him.

"How hard can it be?" Parker raised her eyebrows at him.

"Let's see if you say that at two in the morning when the baby wakes you up screaming. Or vomits on you. I remember when Carl was a baby. That was a nightmare."

"We'll be fine." He assured her, seeming to be way too confident.

"You won't be saying that anytime soon," Parker laughed. "I remember one time when Carl was a baby, he threw up all over the back of Rick's shirt. It was actually gross." Daryl grimaced at her story.

"It's nothing I haven't seen before." He shrugged it off.

"You haven't had a baby throw up on you," She continued laughing. "It's not fun."

"Is there anythin' positive about bein' pregnant?" Daryl asked her.

"Yes. For one, we get a baby," Parker stated, that being obvious. "And two, I get bigger boobs. For free."

"Really?" Daryl side-eyed her, not impressed. She smiled at him, trying to hold in her laugh.

"Yeah, I'll need maternity shirts soon." She joked around, tugging at the hem of her shirt.

"Those ain't gonna be easy to find," Daryl said as she laid back down.

"I'll manage," She told him, "I'll just steal your shirts." Before Daryl could say anything in response, she reached for him lazily. "Come here and hug me. You can't say no to your pregnant wife." Daryl lay down next to Parker, his feet hanging over the edge and brushing against the carpet beneath them. She shuffled closer to him and rested her head on his chest. She almost fell asleep the longer they stayed there, just listening to the rhythmic beating of his heart, but then they both jumped up when the brakes screeched the RV to a stop. Daryl got off the bed first and then held her forearm to help her up to her feet, the two running to the front where Abraham was changing the RV into reverse. "What the hell is happening?!" Parker asked as everyone was thrown forward as Abraham backed up as fast as he could. Parker latched onto the back of the driver's seat and Daryl's sleeve.

"Walkers on the road," Abraham answered loudly, just to make sure everyone inside knew. "We wouldn't have made it." He informed as the walkers continued to clumsily move towards them.

"W-wheres Rick? Where the hell are they!?" Parker immediately asked her next question, looking out the windshield, trying to find the tail lights of the car that had been in front of them. Michonne, Rick, Glenn, and Aaron had been inside that car.

"They went through it," Abraham told her, turning his head to see her over his shoulder. "We lost them."

"Through that?" Maggie gasped at the realization that he meant Glenn had driven through the massive herd in front of them. "No, we have to find them."

"We have to get everyone to safety," Abraham responded. "There's no point in following them. It's a suicide mission."

"We can't leave them!" Carl protested, not wanting to leave his dad. Especially if they hadn't made it through and had gotten stuck halfway. "What are we supposed to do?"

"We turn around," Rosita told them all. "We take Route 16 like Aaron said."

"She's right," Sasha was quick to back her up. "We'll meet them there. Rick may not like this, but it's the safest move and he knows it." Parker sat on the couch and put her head in her hands as she silently panicked, worried that they could be stuck in the middle of the herd with no way out of it. She lifted her head up when she heard a muffled scream from the passenger seat where Eugene was sitting.

"I'll be damned.." He muttered, looking around as everyone stared at him, his face red in embarrassment.

"Is that a flare?" Noah asked no one in particular, watching the red light shoot higher into the sky. Daryl nodded as his eyes tracked the flare.

"Yeah, it could be Rick."

"We have to go," Parker instantly stated, standing up and going toward the window. "We have to find out who shot that. They could be in trouble." Abraham couldn't argue, mainly because he could almost feel how stressed Parker was, not to mention she was failing at hiding it in her voice. He turned the RV around and drove down Route 16 until they were able to locate the source of the flare. They were somewhere in the middle of an abandoned warehouse plot. 

Parker wasted no time and jumped out of the RV, listening to the unmistakable sound of walkers crowding a car. She heard a person whimper, and it wasn't out of fear. It was pain. Whoever was trapped under that car was suffering, and Parker looked back at the people who were still climbing out of the RV before pulling out her knife and running toward the sound of the walkers. "Hey!" Parker shouted, alerting them of her presence and pulling their attention away from the car and the person under it. "Over here!" The walkers were pretty easy to keep under control, and they made quick work of them. Once the last one dropped to the ground, she pulled her knife out of its head and the pain-filled groans got louder. She ran to the car, kneeling down to look underneath it. She found a man staring back at her with wide eyes, a layer of sweat covering his extremely pale face.

"Who are you?" The man asked with a tremor in his voice. "Please don't hurt me."

"If I were going to hurt you, I would have just let the walkers make quick work of you. We're here to help you," Parker assured them man when his face grew even paler at her original statement.. "Are you alone?"

"Yes," He answered, quickly nodding his head. "Are you part of the group Aaron was with?"

"Aaron.." She repeated suspiciously. "Uh... yeah?" She finally answered. "What happened to you?"

"I came here to wait for him but they cornered me," The man told her, his face scrunched with pain for a moment. He shuddered as he looked at the bodies of walkers littering the ground. "The walkers rolled the car right over my ankle." She looked back over her shoulder, catching the other's attention.

"Abraham!" Parker called him over. "Daryl! Over here, he needs help!" With the combined strength of Abraham and Daryl, they were able to move the car off of his ankle, once he crawled out he introduced himself as Eric. Parker put his arm around her shoulder, helping him inside a cleared room he had given them directions to. Sasha, Rosita, and Maggie went in first to make sure the area was safe, checking for any unwanted people- dead or alive. Maggie rushed back out, lifting his other arm over her shoulder, helping him sit down on a makeshift bed with old couch cushions, the too examining his ankle. It was twisted at an odd angle, swollen and bruised. It was pretty clear that the bone was broken. As Abraham stood over them unsteadily, watching over Eric, Maggie wrapped his injured ankle and held it down to prevent any further damage.

"Thank you.." He thanked them in a soft voice, trying to ignore the pain. "For saving me.."

"It's what we do," Parker replied. "Although I have to ask, do you have any weapons?" Eric handed over a small gun and a knife without putting up a fight or arguing. Once they were sure he wasn't a danger to them, the group relaxed a little. They were safe for now, but despite that, everyone felt the paranoia of knowing that Rick was outside with Glenn, Michonne, and Aaron, lost out there. Parker prayed that they had seen the flare and were on their way, so she went out with Daryl to keep watch. She sat with her back to the door while Daryl stayed on watch. He noticed how she was picking at the peaches in the can she was holding.

"What? You ain't hungry?" He asked after a few more minutes.

"Obviously I'm hungry," Parker answered, gesturing towards her bump. "I'm just worried, and the smell of these peaches is making me sick but at the same time I want to eat them." Daryl took the can from her, and placed them on the opposite side of him, far enough away so that she couldn't smell them anymore.

"Gonna just put those over here." She chuckled, smiling as she ran her hands over her face.

"Thank you," She muttered, her words muffled by her hands. They both snapped their heads in the direction of footsteps, slowly raising their weapons and standing up. A familiar whistle rang out and she repeated it, looking back at Daryl with a smile. Daryl hit his hand against the door, alerting the others. Parker dropped her gun to her side with a relieved sigh and Rick stepped out of the shadows, Glenn, Michonne, and Aaron stood behind him. Maggie ran out of the building, instantly running into Glenn's arms. Carl followed after her, yelling for his father who caught him in a hug. Parker quickly walked forward, pulling her brother and nephew into a tight hug. 

"Eric?" Aaron called out worriedly, his eyes wide in concern when he didn't see him. "Eric... Eric?!" Parker put a hand on his arm, nodding toward the building they'd been hiding out in.

"He's in there," She pointed toward the door. "Back room." He ran through the door when he heard the other man call out. Daryl and Parker had led their people to the warehouse they were staying in, leading them into the small room they had planned on spending the night in. Aaron looked in seeing Eric, looking back at him, alive and... mostly well.

"Excuse me. Excuse me, everyone," Aaron said, gaining everyone's full attention as he stepped out of the room. "Thank you. You saved Eric. I owe you. All of you. And I will make sure that debt is paid in full when we get to our community. When we get to Alexandria. Now, I'm not sure about you," He laughed a bit, "But I'd rather not do any more driving tonight. Um, maybe we can hit the road tomorrow morning?" Everyone had smiles on their faces from Aaron's speech, besides Rick who appeared behind him.

"That sounds fine," Rick replied, giving him a firm nod. "But if we're staying here for the night, you're sleeping over there." He gestured towards the other end of the room.

"You really think we got to do that?" Maggie asked, trusting that these two men wouldn't do anything.

"It's the safe play," Rick told her, defending his decision as he stared at Aaron. "We don't know you."

"The only way you're going to stop me from being with him right now is by shooting me," Aaron held his ground, looking Rick dead in the eyes as he said it. Parker saw a change in her brother's eyes and she could tell that he was generally considering the idea.

"Rick, seriously?" Parker walked in front of him, standing in front of Aaron. "You need to stop this. He told us where the town was. He said he was traveling with only one person. Eric is only one person. They are both unarmed and gave us no trouble when it came to taking their weapons. His ankle is broken," She pointed back into the room Eric was in. "I want us to be safe too but separating them isn't going to change anything."

"You're right," Glenn said as he walked towards Parker, agreeing with everything she'd said. "I can't give up everything else." She seemed confused with what he was saying but figured it had something to do with a conversation they had during their car ride. "I know what I said, but it does matter." Rick took a step back, reluctantly giving in and listening to the group's choice and not his own.

"Alright."