When Daryl found out about Carol, it wasn't pleasant.. to say the very least. Parker was there and listened to Rick try to explain why he did what he did and that Carol had agreed to it. "Man, you couldn't have waited till we got back?" Daryl spun around as he paced, a hint of betrayal in his voice.

"Until Tyreese got back?" Rick argued, trying to get them to understand that Tyreese would have most likely killed her if he figured it out. 

"I could've handled that," Daryl grumbled, turning away as he began pacing again.

"We can handle Tyreese." Parker cut in as her eyes flicked between both of them. 

"Hey. Hey, she killed two of our own. She couldn't be here. She's gonna be alright. She has a car, supplies, weapons. She's a... she's a survivor."

"Stop sayin' that like you don't believe it!" Daryl snapped, getting in Rick's face.

"She did it," Rick said, "She said it was for us. That's how it was in her head. She wasn't sorry." Rick told them and Parker wanted to say he was wrong, that Carol wouldn't have done something like that but she couldn't. She'd noticed how different she had been acting and she wouldn't put it past Carol at this point and if she was being honest with herself, she probably would have done it too if it was necessary.

"Man, that's her," Daryl responded, slowly starting to come to terms with it. "But that ain't her. What are we supposed to do about those two girls?" Daryl brought up the kids, reminding Parker that Carol had been looking after Lizzie and Mika since their father had died. That was his dying wish, for Carol to look after his two daughters.

"I told her we'd.." Rick sighed, adjusting the bandages on his hand. "..We'd look after them."

"Lizzie and Mika?" Parker uncrossed her arms as she pushed away from the cell doors. She wanted to clarify that was who they were talking about and Rick nodded his head as an answer. "The older one, Lizzie. She's a little frickin' psychopath. I can see it in her eyes," Parker pointed to her eyes. "I saw that kid playing with a pile of blood down in A. She creeps me out."

"Parker, you can't say that about a little girl." Rick scolded, running a hand over his face. She stared at him in disbelief, her mouth hanging open.

"Don't expect me to take care of her because that kid scares me." She raised her hands, shaking her head. "Ain't no way in hell I'm looking after her."

"You're scared of a little girl?" Daryl asked, finding her reaction amusing.

"I'm being a hundred percent serious!" Parker stated, finding no humor in this. "She names the walkers on the fences. I mean, hell, I wouldn't be surprised if she was the one feeding those damn things." Rick sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose.

"Fine. You don't have to take care of them." He looked over at Daryl mouthing something making both of them smile. "I haven't told Tyreese yet. I don't know how he's going to take it." Daryl sat up straight, moving away from the guard rails as he turned to look at Rick.

"Let's go find out." While Rick and Daryl headed to find Tyreese and tell him the bad news, Parker went to visit Glenn. Maggie had left to get him something when she got there, so he was alone when she passed by his cell. He looked so pale that Parker let out a worried gasp, Glenn smiled at her once he noticed her.

"Hey," Parker greeted, sitting on a small wooden stool next to his bed. "How are you feeling?"

"Better," Glenn replied, sitting himself up carefully, his voice raspy. "And I guess I have to thank you for that."

"And the other people who went," Parker added, a small laugh escaping her lips. "God, when I heard that you were sick I was so worried. I mean when I got here you were almost dead, Glenn."

"Oh really?" Glenn grinned, a sarcastic tone to his voice. "I didn't realize. It's not like I was choking on my own blood or anything." Parker scoffed and rolled her eyes.

"Don't joke about that shit. I actually thought you were going to die. What am I supposed to do If you die?"

"You'll be fine," Glenn waved off her concerns, laughing weakly. "You'd just have to survive like you always do."

"You're my best friend, Glenn- don't tell Daryl I said that." He laughed at the last part and she smiled. "You are not allowed to leave me. Who am I supposed to bully every day?" Glenn grabbed her hand and squeezed lightly.

"It's gonna take more than a cold to kill me." She laughed, nodding her head.

"I'll hold you to that," She pointed her finger at him, trying to seem even a tad bit intimidating. As they sat and talked for a while longer, Maggie checking in every so often, an explosion suddenly shook the entire prison and Parker's eyes grew large.

"What the hell?" Glenn coughed out, covering his mouth as a slight precaution.

"What was that?" Parker questioned, looking around with a bunch of the other confused people in the cellblock. "Glenn, stay here. Don't move unless Maggie comes to get you or I come back!" Parker instructed, holding up a hand, signing for him to stay there, running out of the cells and running down the stairs. Maggie almost ran into her at a corner, both trying to figure out what was happening.

"What the hell was that?!" Maggie asked her, both sprinting as fast as they could to get to the main cellblock.

"I have no idea," Parker responded as they fought with the gates into cell block C. Parker grabbed her bulletproof vest and tossed it to Maggie. "Put that on!" Daryl and Rick would kill her if they saw her without it but whatever was happening outside made her worry more about the others than herself. So giving Maggie the vest was a risk she was willing to take. They continued their way to the yard as Maggie put the vest on and as soon as she pushed through the doors they were met with an exploded watchtower. The flames sent smoke into the sky, presumably where the explosion had occurred.

"Is that a tank?" Maggie stared with wide eyes and Parker followed her gaze.

"I believe so." Parker kissed her teeth, cursing under her breath at how fucked they were at the moment. "This might not go our way.." Their eyes locked onto a group of their people sprinting to the front gates and they ran behind, catching up, everyone staring in shock at the scene unfolding in front of their very eyes. The Governor was back and he had brought some friends... and a tank.

"Rick! Parker! Come down here! We need to talk." The Governor called for them. Parker shared a look with her brother, the two side to side with their backs pressed to the fence as they all hid behind the small building on the other side.

"Do we go?" Parker looked around at everyone else, peeking around the corner.

"Let's try to reason with him. He's got more ammo, like last time if he wanted to he could starve us out." Rick told them before taking a deep breath and stepping out into the open, everyone else following his movements one by one.

"He wants you down there." Daryl nodded towards the other field right in front of them, shielding his eyes with his hand as they all looked down at the Governor and his little army. "Both of you."

"If it comes to it, we'll go down. Let's just try this first." Parker stepped to Rick's side as she peered down at all of them, her eyes flashing over to the exploded guard tower. "Oh shit.." She muttered under her breath.

"It's not up to me!" Rick finally answered the Governor, all of their weapons hung at their sides, all still very prepared to start shooting if need be. "There's a council now! They run this place."

"Is Hershel on the council?" The Governor tilted his head slightly as he asked the question, his hands on his hips. He signaled at a woman and she gave a quick nod before dragging Hershel out of a red car. Maggie and Beth both covered their mouths in shock as they watched their father get shoved around, his hands tied behind his back. "What about Michonne?" He smiled as he saw their reactions, proud of himself. "She on the council, too?" Some man pulled Michonne out of the car and she looked less than happy about the whole thing.

"I don't know if we got a plan yet but if we don't, we better think of one now because now he's got our people down there," Parker whispered to her brother, shifting her weight from foot to foot as she tried to keep her emotions under control.

"I don't make decisions anymore!" Rick yelled as Michonne and Hershel were forced to their knees. 

"Rick, our people are right in the crossfire! We need to do something before this turns to shit because if we don't they're both dead." Parker snapped quietly, anxiously balling her free hand into a fist as she watched everything play out.

"You and your sister are making the decisions today, Rick. Come down here and let's... let's have that talk." The Governor stuffed his hands in his pockets as if he wasn't about to cause a fight between two communities and get at least over half the people here killed. Parker looked over her shoulder at Daryl who gave a subtle nod letting her know that he had her back and she blew out a shaky sigh as she tried to prepare herself. Rick watched her through the corner of his eyes and she gave him a firm nod to let him know she was ready. Rick went over to Carl, whispering something to him before walking toward the gate and pulling it open.

"Carl, if anything happens I don't care what you think you should do, I want you to get your ass out of here, you got that?" Parker grabbed his shoulder and looked him in the eyes. "You find your sister and make a run for it. Okay?" 

"I got it." He nodded at her words and once she was sure he understood she walked over to Rick, both squeezing out of the gate and slowly walking over to the Governor and his people.

"This goes bad, I need you to get to safety," Rick whispered to her. "What you said to Carl, the same goes for you. You find someone and you run. Don't wait on me or anyone else." Parker blinked back unshed tears as she collected herself. They stopped a few feet from the fence, stopping their conversation there.

"You let them go. Right now." Parker ground out, trying to hide the emotions in her voice, making her facial features pure stone as she glared at the Governor. "We'll stay right here, talk about what you want as long as you want. All we ask for in return is that you let Hershel and Michonne go." The Governor stared at her blankly, knowing that he had the upper hand on them and if it came down to it, would likely win the fight if all hell broke loose.

"You got a tank. You don't need hostages." Rick pointed at the tank he was standing upon. 

"I do." He stated confidently, his hands placed on his hips again.

"You don't." Parker shook her head, subtly glancing at Hershel and Michonne.

"This is just to show you I'm serious." The Governor looked back at the tank, he faced them again with a smug smirk. "Not to blast a hole in our new home." Parker licked her lip as she adjusted her grip on the gun, her finger just barely placed above the trigger. "You and your people, you have till sundown to get out of here, or they die." He looked directly at Parker as he said the last part and Rick took a small step towards her, partially shielding her.

"Doesn't have to go down this way." Rick tried to reason, his voice starting to fail him.

"I have more people, more firepower." He chuckled slightly, rubbing his jaw as he watched them squirm under his stare. "We need this prison." Rick ground his teeth together once he heard the Governor's words. "There it is." He let his hand fall to his side. "It's not about the past. It's about right now."

"There are kids. We have little children here!" Parker tried to explain to him but it was just going in one ear and out the other.

"Some of them are sick. They won't- they- they won't survive." Rick stuttered, trying to keep his own emotions at bay as he continued to try and defuse the situation. The Governor rolled his eyes- eye at Rick and Parker's reasons, looking at his new right-hand man and laughing.

"I have a tank." He reminded them. "And I'm letting you walk away from here. What else is there to talk about?" Parker looked at Rick and saw him struggling so she stepped forward a bit, her hand brushing against his slightly as she passed him.

"There's gotta be a better way. We don't need this." She waved her hands around in the Governor's general direction hinting at the ongoing fight. "There's gotta be an alternative."

"I could shoot you all." He agreed with her, tapping his gun against his leg. "You'd all shoot back, I know that. But we'll win and you'll be dead. All of you."

"Okay, well that's not exactly the alternative I was talking about.." Parker heaved a sigh, scratching her neck. "It doesn't have to be like that." She continued, squinting against the sun to look up at him.

"It doesn't have to be like that." He repeated her words in agreeance with her. "Like I said, it's your choice." Walkers snarling caught all of their attention, and everyone located the few walkers slowly making their way over. The Governor raised his gun shooting down all three of them, Hershel flinched each time he fired a shot. "Noise will only draw more of them over." He stated matter of factly as if they didn't already know that.

"We know that." The Governor smiled, rocking around a bit as he looked at the siblings.

"The longer you wait, the harder it will be for you to get out of here." He glanced up at the sky, calculating what little bit of time they had left. "You have maybe about... an hour of sunlight left. I suggest you start packin'." Rick looked to Hershel secretly, silently asking him what to do and he just barely nodded his head in return. Parker spared a glance over her shoulder, relieved to see that everyone had a gun and was ready to cover them if need be.

"Rick.. we need to think of something now," Parker whispered to him as he stared at his feet. 

"The longer you wait, the harder it's gonna be for you to get out of here." Rick hesitated a bit, trying to think of a reply.

"We know, you've already said that." Parker spat, waiting for Rick to think over his response in his head.

"We can all.." He looked over at the destroyed watchtower, regretting the words he was about to say. "We can all live together." Parker whipped her head around to look at him thinking he was crazy.

"What?" She almost silently asked him, her jaw hanging open at the suggestion. She turned her head around to see the same look on the Governor's face just more disgusted.

"There's enough room for all of us." Rick continued, explaining his thinking.

"More than enough." He stated, he had seen the prison the last time he had attacked, been inside it, and almost died in it. "But I don't think my family would sleep well knowing that you were under the same roof."

"We could, uh, we could live in different cellblocks." Parker offered, hating the idea but if it would stop what was happening or even delay it, it was enough for her.

"We'd never have to see each other," Rick added with a shrug of his shoulders. "Till we're all ready." Hershel turned as much as he could, looking at the Governor through the corner of his eyes.

"It could work. You know it could." 

"It could've." The Governor corrected. "But it can't. Not after Woodbury. Not after Andrea." Parker glanced down at Michonne at the mention of Andrea and saw a flash of anger in her eyes.

"Look, we're not saying it's gonna be easy." Rick reasoned with him, taking a few steps forward to match up with Parker. "Fact is, it's gonna be a hell of a lot harder than standing here shooting at each other. But I don't think we have a choice."

"We don't." He shook his head, "You do."

"Well, we're not leaving," Parker informed him without any hesitation. "You can try to force us out of here all you want. This is ours." Parker pointed back at the prison.

"We'll fight back." Rick jumped in. "Like you said, gunshots will just bring more of 'em out. They'll take down the fences. Without the fences this place is worthless. Now, we can all live in the prison." 

"Or none of us can." Parker shrugged slightly, the Governor stared at them for a moment before jumping off the tank, pulling out Michonne's katana, and marching over to Hershel and Michonne.

"We'll fix the damn fences." He ground out angrily through clenched teeth, stopping at Hershel's side and raising the katana so that it was pressed against his neck.

"Wait!" Parker yelled, quickly moving closer to the fence. "Don't do it."

"You." Rick pointed to a younger woman, she couldn't be much older than Glenn, maybe even younger. "You in the ponytails. Is this what you want? Is this what any of you want?" He threw his arms out, trying to understand as Parker locked eyes with Hershel.

"What we want is what you got!" The man in the tank replied, calm and relaxed like this was normal to him. "Period. Time for you to leave, assholes."

"We've... we've fought that man right there before." Parker ground out as she stared daggers at the Governor. "We took in his people afterward. You don't want to know what he did to the ones that he took to war with us." Parker said through angry and panicked breaths.

"They've become leaders in what we have here! Now you put down your weapons, walk through those gates," He pointed toward the front gates trying to give them more than one option. Trying to make them understand that they had a choice. "You're one of us. We let go of all of it, and nobody dies. Everyone who's alive right now. Everyone who's made it this far. We've all done the worst kind of things just to stay alive. But we can still come back."

"We are not too far gone," Parker whispered as she looked at Hershel who had a proud smile on his face, seeing how he had influenced Rick, how he was able to repair a man who used to be too far gone himself. "We don't get second chances in this world."

"But we get to come back. I know. We all can change." The Governor looked down at the blade he held in his hand as if he was actually thinking over what he would choose, before slowly looking back up at Parker and Rick mumbling one quiet word.

"Liar." He pulled the katana back before swinging it into Hershel's neck, slicing through half of his neck. Maggie's and Beth's screams echoed through Parker's ears as she clung to the fence in horror, watching as Hershel fell to the ground, blood soaking through his yellow shirt.

"No!" Rick screamed, backing up and firing multiple rounds, shooting the Governor in the arm. Rick grabbed Parker's arm and dragged her back, running behind a tipped-over bus. He yelled out in pain and fell to the ground and Parker pulled him the rest of the way.

"Are you hit? Rick?!" She leaned around the bus shooting a few cover shots for Michonne to sneak away while they were distracted. "Rick, talk to me! Where were you hit." A bullet whizzed by and she slammed her back against the bus breathing heavily as she looked to her brother for a response.

"My leg. It's my leg." He panted, his gun held tightly in his hand. Parker took out her knife and cut off part of the sleeve of her shirt, tearing it in half.

"Use this. Tie it above the shot." She instructed, tossing it to him, quickly popping off a few rounds, and making sure that the Governor's men were still a safe distance away. She glanced up and could see Beth and Maggie clinging to the fence sobbing as the Governor finished decapitating their father and she looked down quickly wiping away her own tears. 

"Parker! I need you to go. It's too dangerous this close to them. I'll cover you. Get through the front gates." She shook her head at him. They had just witnessed Hershel get murdered, she didn't know if she could forgive herself if she left him behind and he got killed by the same man.

"No. I'm not- I'm not leaving you." Parker refused, the tank plowing over the fences was a clear sign that they needed to move.

"Go! I'll cover you!" He yelled, pushing her forward a bit and taking her spot. He counted down on his fingers before yelling at her to go. Parker ran as fast as she could, listening to the constant gunfire, having to dodge bullets that were aimed at her.

"Open the gate!" She screamed, slamming her body against it causing the lock to almost break off. She glanced over her shoulder and saw the Governor standing in one of the cars, his gun aimed directly at her. She raised her own gun, steadying her hand and letting a bullet fly. She watched as his face contorted in pain, his hand covering his shoulder before she got pulled through the fence.

"You good? You weren't shot or nothing?" Daryl gave her a once over as he slammed the gates close.

"No. No. Im alright. Rick is still out there though. He got shot in the leg." She pressed her back up against some wood pallets as they destroyed part of the prison with one blast from the tank. "Daryl! Where is Glenn? Is he still in the prison?" She called over to him.

"I think Maggie got him." He said back as he shot down a couple of people who were running ahead of the group. Parker looked around frantically trying to see if she could see him or Maggie and figured that they would have gotten onto the bus by now.

"I hope so.." She muttered under her breath as she spun around, firing down at the Governor's men, hitting two in the head and one in the chest. She saw Rick jump out of his cover and attack the Governor before he got slammed against the bus and beaten up by the Governor instead. "Hey, give me that real quick." She grabbed a rifle from a random person that most likely used to be from Woodbury. The rifle had a scope and if she wanted to be able to get a good enough shot without accidentally hitting Rick, she needed a better scope. She didn't want a kill shot. She just hoped that wherever this bullet embedded itself, it would hurt like hell. She raised the rifle, setting it on the chain link fence and peering through the scope making sure that there wasn't a chance of hitting Rick before squeezing the trigger. Watching the Governor fall caused a satisfied grin to grow on her face as she lowered the rifle and handed it back to the man she had taken it from.

"Get down!" Daryl ran at her, tackling her to the ground, both of them rolling under one of the tables as one of the tank's missiles blasted through the fence Parker used to be hidden behind. "They're through the fences. You gotta get outta here." Parker struggled to right herself as she tried to roll over, using her legs to lift the table and face it sideways so they could use it as cover. She blew her hair out of her eyes, checking how much ammo she had left before helping Daryl to his feet.

"Fuck that. There's walkers coming in from god knows where. The Governor and his fucking army are here. I don't know where Rick, Carl, or Judith are. I can't leave!" She argued, as she struggled to put a new mag in her gun but her hands were shaking too much. "I need to make sure they are all safe." Daryl grabbed her by the shoulders looking her dead in the eyes.

"And I gotta make sure you're safe. You need to leave. I'll find you, I promise." Parker looked back over her shoulder seeing Rick still in the field fighting with the Governor and Michonne fighting against a bunch of walkers trying to get to him. She whipped her head to the side watching as the bus sped off before looking back at Daryl. 

"I can't-"

"Go." He shoved her in the direction of the woods, nodding at her slightly telling her it was alright as she ran for the trees. She stopped at the treeline, looking back as she tried to locate any of her family, her eyes searching over the destroyed prison as smoke billowed from multiple places throughout the fences. While she searched her eyes landed on a few dozen walkers heading her way and she knew that if she tried to shoot any it would just draw more so she waited for as long as she possibly could before finally having to run.