Later that day, Parker left Carl sleeping in the car and went for a walk with Daryl, going up the road to talk without the fear of being overheard. He kept asking her if she was okay and every time, she didn't have an answer. If she said yes it would be a lie. But it was obvious she wasn't not okay. Finally, she answered the question with three simple words.

"I don't know." Daryl reached for her hand, not knowing how to comfort her. He didn't want to pressure her or force her into making a decision. He wanted to give her the space she needed to process but he also wanted her to know that he was there for her

"Take your time." Parker crossed her arms, hugging herself.

"I'm not fine." She admitted before stopping and looking at him. She walked over to Daryl and hugged him, clinging tightly to the back of his jacket, her face pressed against his chest.

"I got you." He whispered, rubbing her back

"I know," Her voice was barely above a whisper. "Thank you."

"For what?"

"For not leaving me." She answered, looking up at him.

"I ain't ever gonna leave you. Not again." Daryl promised her.

"I know," Parker whispered with a soft sigh. "I just have to get over this like the first.."

"The first what?" Daryl asked when it became clear that she wasn't planning on continuing. She pulled away, looking down at her feet.

"Nothing. I... maybe another day, alright?" She mumbled, not meeting his gaze. Daryl nodded and left her alone. She needed time and that was that. He hated seeing her like this but he also knew this was something that he couldn't fix.

"Parker!" They both looked behind themselves at the sound of Rick yelling. "Daryl! It's time to go." He waved them over. And just like before the prison, they were back on the road. Leaving the Claimers' camp behind along with the memories of the night before. Parker held Daryl's hand as they walked, the five of them returning to the train tracks, following them to wherever they led. They were determined to believe that this place was actually a sanctuary, now more than ever. With everything they have been through, they deserved a place where they could feel safe. Rick and Michonne were just ahead of Parker, Carl, and Daryl, leading the way. Carl had squeezed his way between the two and Parker rested her arm around his shoulder. He looked between the two with a curious expression on his face.

"Can I call you my uncle now?" He asked Daryl, Parker laughed as Daryl shrugged.

"Call me what you want as long as it ain't 'Pookie.'"

"He hates being called 'Pookie.'" Parker commented, glancing over at him. "Dontcha, Pookie?" Daryl rolled his eyes as Carl snickered.

"Fine. I won't call you 'Pookie.' I can't wait to meet your baby."

"Me neither," Parker subconsciously placed her hand over her stomach. "What do you want it to be?"

"A boy," Carl instantly replied. "Definitely. You can call him Rory."

"Rory," Parker mused, looking at Daryl. "That's one to add to the list."

"And if it's a girl, Estella," Carl suggested. "Estella Dixon."

"Dixon-Grimes." Parker corrected. "There's no way Daryl gets all the name credit when I'm the one that's gotta do all the hard work."

"Even better." Carl smiled. Rick and Michonne stopped next to another marker, this time on the ground, and Rick brushed the leaves off with his foot. Daryl leaned forward, getting a closer look at it.

"We're gettin' close. Be there before sundown." He informed them, pushing some of the leaves out of his way.

"Now we head through the woods," Rick announced, nodding his head to the side. "We don't know who they are."

"Alright," Daryl nodded in agreement, they veered from the train tracks and headed into the woods. After a little bit more walking they came face to face with a chain-link fence, peering through the gaps at the buildings below. In each one of the windows of the main building the word 'T-E-R-M-I-N-U-S' was visible, and although this place claimed to be a sanctuary, Parker was getting a bad feeling about it.

"Terminus?" Parker sounded out slowly, her eyebrows furrowed. "Sounds a little strange if you ask me." Shifting her position, she peered over at Rick. "You got a plan?"

"We all spread out," Rick told them. Watch for a while, see what we see, and get ready. We all stay close." He looked at Carl. "You want to stick with me?"

"It's alright," Carl responded, staring straight ahead. Parker shot Rick a look.

"I'll stay with you," She volunteered, and then they split off into their groups. Rick and Parker ventured into the woods and found a place that would be easy to recognize. Parker used her knife and carved a small X into the base of the tree, a small landmark to make it easier to find. Using a shovel, Rick dug a hole deep enough to hide his duffle bag and Parker's backpack.

"About last night.." Rick started, tossing a pile of dirt. "What I did-"

"No." Parker interrupted him, sliding her knife back into its sheath. "It doesn't matter. You saved all of us, Rick. If you hadn't done what you did, Daryl would be dead, Michonne, Carl, and I would... wish we were, and then they would have killed you. You are the reason we got out of there alive." She grabbed the shovel that he had stuck into the ground and helped dig the hole.

"I don't want you to see me any differently."

"You are my brother, Rick." Parker reminded him. "My annoying big brother. I know you. I know who you are, and no matter what you do, I will always, always love you." She assured him, flashing him a soft smile.

"Okay," Rick sighed grateful for her reassurance. "Thanks, P." Parker's smile didn't reach her eyes before it fell again.

"I- what I did last night, what I did to Harley.." She trailed off not even knowing what she wanted to say.

"Don't feel guilty," Rick stopped her from continuing, resting his back against a tree. "You did what you had to do."

"He would have done it," Parker tried to tell him, her hands shaking. "I tried- I killed him... but I.. I don't regret it."

"Good," Rick replied. "He got what he deserved." Daryl appeared behind them as Rick placed his trusty revolver in the bag, zipping it. Parker looked over at Daryl who was just watching them curiously.

"Just in case." She answered his unasked question, resting on the shovel as she waited for Rick to put the bags in the hole they'd dug.

"She kept complaining about having a 'bad feeling.'" Rick air quoted, mocking her words from earlier when they were trekking through the woods. "Figured why not take some extra precaution."

"If my bad feeling turns out to be right... you'll be thankin' me later." Parker pursed her lips, shrugging slightly. "It might just be because I feel terrible constantly now." She offered up, Rick shook his head laughing. Rick dropped the pushed some dirt into the freshly dug hole, all three pitching in to bury it, ditching the rest of their gear on the forest floor, safely hidden and then headed for Terminus. Daryl helped Parker over the fence and Rick helped her down it, and while she appreciated the help, she still had a few things to say about it. "I'm pregnant, I'm not incapable. I know how to climb over a damn fence."

"You climbed a tree and fell from it," Daryl argued and she side-eyed him.

"I was in a hurry." Parker countered defensively. "It's completely different." Michonne and Carl dropped to the ground, landing less gracefully than they had. With her gun in hand, Parker followed them to the nearest building, heading down an empty hallway. As Daryl stood at the second door for a second, surveying the inside, Parker crept closer, hearing a woman's voice. Saying the words that were on all of their signs. 'Terminus', "Those who arrive survive', 'Sanctuary for all, community for all', and then Daryl signaled to them, giving them the okay to enter.

"Hello," Rick greeted, his voice echoing throughout the nearly empty room. "Hello."

"Well, I bet Albert is on perimeter watch." A man sighed, walking around the table, eyeing them carefully. "You here to rob us?"

"No," Rick answered. "We wanted to see you before you saw us." The man looked back at the people behind him, stopping in his tracks.

"Makes sense. Usually, we do this where the tracks meet." He cleared his throat. "Welcome to Terminus. I'm Gareth. Looks like you've been on the road for a good bit."

"We have." Rick eyed the people behind Gareth before stepping aside a bit to show the rest of his group. "Rick. That's Carl, Daryl, Michonne, and Parker." Rick pointed to each as he said their name. Gareth raised a hand in a cautious greeting.

"You're nervous, I get it. We were all the same way. We came here for sanctuary. That what you're here for?"

"Yes." Parler answered bluntly.

"Good," Gareth said, too cheerfully for some of their likings. "You found it. Hey, Alex. This isn't as pretty as the front." He turned back to face them once his buddy joined him at his side. "We got nothing to hide, but the welcome wagon is a whole lot nicer. Alex will take you, ask you a few questions. Uh, but first, we need to see everyone's weapons. If you could just lay them down in front of you.." He trailed off, expecting them to do as told. There was a brief moment of just silent staring between the two groups before Rick finally nodded.

"Alright."

"I'm sure you understand."

"Yeah, we understand." Parker placed her gun and knife on the floor in front of her, slowly standing back up. As Alex patted Daryl down, his eyes scanned over the cuts and bruises on his face.

"I'd hate to see the other guy."

"You would," Rick agreed.

"You'd have to find their bodies first." Parker said, a fake smile on her face.

"They deserve it?" Alex asked Carl.

"Yes." Alex moved over to Parker, who moved away from him, taking a step back without thinking. Rick and Daryl were both immediately ready to defend her, even without weapons they wouldn't stand a chance. Gereth looked between the three of them.

"Okay, we trust she had nothing else on her except the knife and the gun." He pushed Alex back

"She doesn't" Rick responded sharply.

"Just so you know, we aren't those kind of people," Gareth assured them all, nothing in his tone was reassuring though. "But we aren't stupid either. And you shouldn't be stupid enough to try anything stupid. As long as everyone's clear on that, we shouldn't have any problems. Just solutions. Okay." Parker grabbed her knife and gun from Alex, who then gestured for them to follow. As they trailed behind him, Daryl took Parker's hand, a small gesture that meant keeping her close. Carl stuck close to his aunt, walking almost right behind her.

"Follow me."

"This feels too good to be true," She whispered to her nephew and Daryl, lifting her arm slightly for Carl to squeeze under and walk in front of them.

"It's not like they're eating people." Carl joked, looking up at her with a small grin on his face. "They aren't walkers."

"That would be a whole new level of crazy." Parker ruffled his hair. "But you never know."

"That would be disgusting." He gagged, his face scrunched with disgust. "I think we're thinking about it too much."

"Better to think too much than to end up dead." Parker shrugged, looking around at the random shipping containers that loitered the area. "If you keep your expectations low, you can never be disappointed."

"That's a depressing motto." Carl whispered to Daryl, acting like Parker couldn't hear him.

"So how long's this place been here?" Daryl asked Alex.

"Since almost the start," Alex told them, looking back at them over his shoulder. "When all the camps got overrun, people started finding this place. I think it was instinct, you know? Follow a path. Some folks were heading to the coast, others out west or up north. But they all wound up here."

"Hi," A woman greeted them, smiling warmly. "Heard you came in the back door. Smart. You'll fit right in here."

"Hey, Mary, would you fix each of these new folks a plate for me?" Alex motioned towards the group.

"Why do you do it?" Michonne asked suddenly. "Why do you let people in?"

"The more people become a part of us, we get stronger." Alex stated simply, looking around at all the random people. "That's why we put up signs, invite people in. It's how we survive." Parker looked around trying to detect any immediate danger. Even though she was desperate to believe in a sanctuary, she listened to Alex's words and thought too hard about what he might have meant by them. He handed her a plate, and Parker was too surprised to thank him properly when she saw a man wearing Glenn's riot gear across the yard. She knew it was Glenn's because she had worn the exact same armor before. Her eyes met with a woman's who she had just now realized was wearing Daryl's poncho and she stared at the plate in her hands. Rick reached into Alex's pocket and grabbed him by the neck, pressing his gun to his temple. Parker slapped the plate out of Carl's hand before he could take a bite, both of their plates landing at their feet.

"Where the hell did you get this watch?" Rick demanded, holding the silver pocket watch Hershel had given to Glenn. In just seconds, everyone's weapons were raised, a losing standoff on their end but it was a risk they were willing to take. Rick repeated his question in a steely voice. "Where the hell did you get this watch?"

"YOu want answers? You want anything else? You get 'em when you put down the gun." Alex eyed the gun in his face, his eyes bouncing from Rick to the rest of them. Rick nodded towards the man on the roof, his eyes never leaving Alex.

"I see your man on the roof with a sniper rifle" Rick tilted his head, not an ounce of fear in his voice. "How good's his aim? Where'd you get the watch?" He demanded. Parker cocked her gun, marching towards Alex and pressing her gun dead center onto his forehead.

"I think he asked you a question." She fumed, knowing that their people were here or they had run into them at some point. "Where did you get the watch?!" She yelled in his face, her spit landing on his face.

"Don't do anything!" Alex shouted over his shoulder at the soldiers surrounding them. "I have this! You just put it down. Put it down!" His eyes landed back on Rick and he lowered his voice. "You want to listen to me. There's a lot of us."

"Where. Did. You. Get. The. Watch?" Rick asked slowly.

"I got it off of a dead one," Alex finally answered and Parker's breathing hitched in her throat at the thought of Glenn being dead. "I didn't think he'd need it."

"What about the riot gear, hm? The horse blanket?" Parker asked after collecting herself. "Poncho." She corrected, shaking her head slightly as she fought back tears.

"Got the riot gear off a dead cop." Gareth's voice answered from behind and Parker turned around, her gun pointed at him. "Found the poncho on a clothesline."

"You're lying," Parker snapped angrily. "I don't believe you."

"Gareth, we can wait," Alex told him and Gareth looked pissed off at his words.

"Shut up, Alex." He ground out.

"You talk to me." Rick ordered, glaring at Gareth.

"What's there left to say?" Gareth asked, an almost faint smile on his face. "You don't trust us anymore."

"We didn't trust you from the damn beginning." Parker said to him.

"Gareth.." Alex started off again.

"Shut up." Gareth demanded, shooting him a sharp look, his hand raised in his direction.

"Gareth, please.."

"It's okay," Gareth tried to calm him, "It's okay. Rick, what do you want?"

"Where are our people?" Rick asked the question they had all been wanting to ask.

"You didn't answer the question," Gareth replied, and Parker scoffed, a dry laugh escaping her lips.

"Okay." She nodded, seeing how he wanted to do things. "What we want is an answer to Rick's question. We want our people." They all ducked down as shots rained down from above and Alex fell to the ground. Bullets shot at their feet and Rick shouted for them to run. Bullets pierced the ground around them and Parker ducked behind some old crates and fired off a few rounds, not even the least bit bothered when one hit a man on the roof in the head. Michonne grabbed her arm, leading her away from the yard and around a corner, where they were forced to retreat as more gunshots rang out and bullets littered the ground at their feet to cut them off. When they all slid to a stop and had to change directions again, she had finally realized they weren't shooting to kill. They were shooting at the ground, blocking their path and forcing them elsewhere. They were being herded like sheep. That was the only difference because, unlike them, she wanted to kill every single one of them. Rick led them into a garage-type room and they escaped through on door on the other side, sprinting down a random alley. As they ran, Parker saw a fence surrounding a blue tarp covered in what were very clearly human remains. Carl, who was right in front of her, noticed she had slowed down and he grabbed her hand.

"Come on!" Carl shouted over the gunfire. Parker turned at the sound of distant screams coming from the huge metal shipping containers.

"What is that?"

"Parker, we don't have time!" Rick yelled at her, she looked over her shoulder before reluctantly running after them. Seeing some snipers above, she ducked under some large wooden crates, quickly firing off three rounds, one through the neck, the heart, and another just hitting someone in the right shoulder. They found a random building and slammed the door behind them, entering a room filled with candles and words scribbled all over the walls. They all stopped at the sight of it, taking a moment to catch their breath.

"What the hell is this place?" Parker muttered, taking in the sight of it.

"These people, I don't think they're trying to kill us," Michonne said through heavy breaths.

"No, they were aiming at our feet." Rick agreed with her before his eyes locked on a door. "There." He pointed, quickly tossing Glenn's watch to Parker so he could use both hands. They tried to open it but the door slammed shut from the outside and Daryl pointed out another exit. 

"There." These people wanted them to go that way, and they knew it. They were being lured into a trap, and no one knew what would be on the other side of that door. It was like a human game of cat and mouse, provoking the prey until it fell directly into the predator's trap. And in this case, they were the prey. As they ran outside, Daryl stopped right in front of them and they all had to step around him last second so they didn't crash into him. They were faced with a dozen armed men, all pointing their guns at them. More emerged from the bushes and Parker spun in a circle, they had been surrounded. She felt Daryl's hand grab her hand as he stood in front of her, Rick and Michonne on either side of her and Carl's body pressed against her chest. Parker let out a silent defeated sigh.

"We are so fucking screwed." Parker said under her breath, her arm wrapped protectively around Carl as they all stared the people dead in the eyes.

"Drop your weapons!" Gareth shouted the order from the roof above them. "Now!" They didn't move for a second and he screamed at them. "Now!" They were surrounded. Completely surrounded. There were guns aimed at them from every direction, men on the roofs above their heads, behind them, in front of them. Some positioned outside of the fences even. They were all heavily armed and Parker knew they were outnumbered and that trying to fight their way out of this was a stupid idea. And a death sentence. Reluctantly, Parker kicked her gun away from her, pulling her knife from her belt and tossing it on the ground. If she got out of this, she made a promise that she would use that exact one and stab Gareth to death with it. That is if she got out of this mess and was lucky enough to find that knife again. Rick, Michonne, Carl, and Daryl followed suit and lowered their weapons. Katana, crossbow, guns, and knives were left on the ground at their feet, leaving them weaponless and defenseless. Parker kept her hand on Carl's shoulder, eyeing the people around them.

"You okay?" She whispered almost silently to him and he nodded at her in response.

"Ringleader, go to your left," Gareth instructed. "The train car, go. You do what we say, the boy goes with you. Anything else, he dies and you end up in there anyway." Rick walked towards the train car, looking back at them. "Now the archer." Daryl looked worriedly at Parker, but she just gave him a slight nod, telling him she was fine. He followed Rick, glancing back at her. Parker looked at Michonne through the corner of her eyes whilst nervously chewing her lip and picking at the skin around her nails. "Now the samurai." Michonne stared Gareth down as she walked away. "Now the deadeye." She rolled her eyes at the nickname she had been given. Parker looked down at Carl, squeezing his shoulder reassuringly before slowly walking towards the train car. When she got there she wanted nothing more than to go to Daryl and seek safety in his embrace but Gareth had other plans. "Stand at the door. Ringleader, archer, samurai, deadeye. In that order." They all looked at Carl who was alone and terrified.

"My son!" Rick called out, they had done as told and were promised Carl if they did so.

"Go, kid." Carl walked over slowly, watching his feet the entire walk. "Ringleader, open the door and go in." Gareth stated, pointing at the door.

"I'll go in with him," Rick responded, looking over at Carl.

"Don't make us kill him now." Gareth chuckled in reply.

"Rick, just do it." Parker told him, knowing none of them wanted to see Carl die. Rick opened the door and walked in, followed by Daryl, Michonne, and Parker, who turned and waited for Carl, pulling him into her arms and hugging him as soon as he did. When she let go, Rick took him aside and closed the door behind them. It was so dark that Parker could barely make out Rick's shadow, even though she knew where he was.

"Daryl?" Parker whispered into the darkness. She jumped at the feeling of a hand on her back before she realized who it was.

"I'm here." He assured her. A voice from the other side of the train car made them all jump.

"Rick? Parker?" Parker felt a wave of relief hit her as soon as she heard that voice. She turned around, looking into the shadows only to see Glenn emerge from them. She gasped at the sight, seeing Maggie behind him and a few others stepping forward, three she'd never seen before.

"Glenn!" Parker exclaimed, she ran towards him, tackling him into a hug. Parker had spent the entire time since the prison fell thinking that her best friend was dead. And then hearing that these people had supposedly found his watch on a walker. Knowing that they were alive filled her with a new hope, one that allowed her to believe they could survive this. Rick looked surprised to see them alive too, along with everyone else in their small chunk of the group.

"You're here." A small smile appeared on his face at the sight. "You're here."

"You're alive," She whispered happily, hugging him tightly. More people made their way forward. Sasha, Bob, and three other people that they didn't recognize. When Rick eyed them all cautiously, Maggie was quick to make sure they knew they were good people.

"They're our friends. They helped save us."

"Yeah," Daryl nodded at Rick, "Now they're friends of ours."

"For however long that'll be," The tall redhead in the back replied. Parker turned away from Glenn and hugged Maggie.

"God, I have so many questions for you guys."

"Us too," Maggie assured her laughing. "Is it just us?" She looked at the others.

"Yes," Parker said, "Daryl and I found Rick and them last night." She turned back as she pointed at the others. "We got here a little less than an hour ago. Who are they?" Parker nodded at the four newcomers. Quick introductions were made, there was Abraham, the red-haired man. Rosita, the badass-looking woman. The two had both been in the military prior to the apocalypse. And Eugene, the scientist who talked strangely. They'd all been traveling together before meeting Glenn and Maggie. Then there was Tara, the girl Glenn had run into at the prison after she watched her family get murdered by the Governor. And the one Rick had called out before Hershel was killed. "Do y'all know what this place is?"

"We don't know," Glenn replied, just as confused and nervous as the rest of them. "We arrived, they took all our things and we've been here ever since."

"Aunt Parker thinks they eat people," Carl told them, pointing at Parker as he called her out. "I had a bad feeling," Carl added, and she furrowed her eyebrows a small smile on her face.

"Didn't I say I had a bad feeling?" Parker looked at Michonne and Daryl who didn't answer so she asked herself. "Didn't I say I had a bad feeling? Yes, Parker, yes you did. But no one ever listens to me. Just because I'm pregnant doesn't mean my 'bad feelings' mean I'm going crazy or... damn it." She buried her face in her hands once she realized what she'd said. The metaphorical bomb had just hit zero on its timer and had gone off. It took a moment for her words to sink in, but Parker was already scolding herself. Wasn't she the one who said she wanted to hide the pregnancy for a while? Yes, yes she was. And now she felt stupid.

"You're pregnant?" Maggie asked quietly, the awkward silence no longer being silent. Still awkward, with noise. Parker looked at Glenn's pocket watch that Rick had tossed to her while they were running.

"Yeah, so.. uh, I'd like to go back in time, please?"

"You're pregnant?" Maggie repeated, excitement creeping into her voice, Parker turned to Glenn and Maggie, scratching the back of her neck.

"Yeah.. I am. Please don't make a big deal out of this." She tried to keep it a secret and it had lasted about a whole twenty-four hours. Now that they knew, the rest of the population would probably find out in a week.

"You're pregnant!" Maggie practically screamed, her face lighting up in excitement. "Oh my gosh, congratulations!" She hugged Parker, who was less than enthusiastic when she hugged her back.

"God, I cannot believe I just said that out loud." She looked up while she rested her chin on Maggie's shoulder, seeing Rick and Daryl both having the same looks on their faces. They found her screw-up hilarious.

"You're a dumbass," Rick stated, trying to wipe the smile off his face,

"And you're an asshole." She countered, her face red from embarrassment and his red from laughing. Rick exhaled, running his hand over his face as he attempted to change the subject.

"We have bigger problems."

"Exactly," Parker pulled away from the hug, trying to get the attention off of her. "Let's forget about everything I said and focus on what's going to happen to all of us if we don't get out of here." She looked at Rick, "Speak up, ringleader."

"Wait. I'm confused." Abraham leaned on the wall, his arms crossed. "What the hell is going on here?" Parker turned to look at him, offering a small wave.

"Hi, I'm Parker. And as for what's going on here.. I don't even know." She shrugged her shoulders. "Also, Glenn. I think this is yours." She handed hm the pocket watch that she'd continued to fidget with.

"So you're pregnant?" Rositat pointed at her, an eyebrow raised. "Who's the baby's father?" She asked as Parker threw her hands to her side and hit her head on the wall and Daryl backed away further into the shadows.

"That would be Daryl." Glenn answered for them, pointing directly at him, his face turning beet red.

"And what is your relationship with him?" Rosita gestured between Parker and Rick who both shared a look. "You two just seemed close."

"He's my brother." Parker quickly clarified, "He leads the group."

"And I assume he's going to get us out of this shit hole?" Abraham stated, now starting to piece stuff together. Parker nodded, she figured he'd already started to create some type of plan.

"I'm sure you have some kind of plan, right, Rick?"

"Yeah," He responded, looking around the train car, "They're gonna feel pretty stupid when they find out.."

"Find out what?" Abraham questioned, seeming to be fine with the idea of going along with whatever Rick had planned. Everyone waited expectantly for Rick to give them an answer, while he looked through the cracks between the door and the side of the train car. Parker walked over to Daryl, feeling him put an arm around her shoulders, whispering that she was a dumbass. Parker rolled her eyes, arms crossed over her chest as she shrugged his arm off.

"Find out what??" She repeated Abraham's question as she watched Rick, all still awaiting his response. Rick stopped, half covered by shadows as he looked back at them.

"They're fuckin' with the wrong people."