Daryl left the next day, his anger driving his decision to try to track down Dwight, the man responsible for Denise's death and the same man Daryl had helped in the burned forest. Parker was with Michonne, Glenn, and Maggie, organizing their arsenal of weapons in case of an attack and they were talking about planning to set up more surveillance points when Daryl came out of the garage on his motorcycle. Parker heard the roar of the engine and looked up, her eyes widening in surprise as she realized she had no idea where he was going.

"What the hell?" She muttered, confusion washing over the four of their faces.

"What the hell is he doing?" Glenn asked at the same time.

"Something he shouldn't." Michonne huffed, taking off towards the gate.

"We gotta stop him," Glenn told Maggie as he grabbed a gun and ran after Michonne. Parker followed after Michonne and Glenn, grabbing his arm before he could get into the truck.

"Bring him home."

"I will," Glenn promised, hugging her tightly before letting go. "Look after Maggie for me."

"Make sure you get your ass back here. We're on a good luck streak right now." Mostly. Since Denise had died, Daryl had barely spoken a word to anyone, and even when she tried to talk to him, he refused to acknowledge her existence. He didn't go to bed the night before, and Parker spent that night alone, wondering if this was it. She had confided in Glenn and Maggie about how she felt, and they offered their support. So When Daryl left, Glenn quickly followed after him. 

"Make room for my freckled ass!" Abraham jumped in front of the car when they tried to drive off.

"No. Cover my watch. You stay." Rosita ordered and walked around to the back of the truck.

Daryl had a habit of thinking with his heart instead of his head, and when he saw the arrow pass through Denise's eye socket and saw the familiar blonde hair that belonged to Dwight holding his crossbow, he thought of Beth again. He felt guilty for Denise's death because she trusted him and he had trusted Dwight when he decided not to kill him when he had the chance. He felt like Denise's death was his fault, and that he needed to do something to avenge her. Parker and Maggie stayed behind and continued counting their weapons, trying to distract themselves. When they finished, Magging turned to look at Parker.

"Can I ask you a favor?"

"Sure." She nodded, the two walking back to Maggie's house. "What do you need?"

"I think I wanna cut my hair," Maggie replied. "It's getting too long, and I feel like it's time for a change."

"Are you sure you trust me with scissors near your head?" Parker furrowed her eyebrows and Maggie smiled at her reaction.

"Well, I'd like to think I can."

"Me and a pair of scissors that close to your head?" Parker emphasized. "It doesn't seem like a good mix to me."

"Please, I've seen you kill a walker from three hundred feet away," Maggie insisted. "You got the steadiest hands I've ever seen." Parker raised her eyebrows unconvinced.

"You better be right about this. I'll do it later after my watch." She told her, stopping at the front porch. They each headed to their respective homes, and as Parker went to pick up lunch, she saw Enid inside. The girl turned and smiled at her.

"Hey."

"Hey, Enid," She greeted with a small smile.

"You look tired," Enid commented, holding her food.

"Yeah," Parker nodded, rubbing her eyes with the heel of her hands. "It's been a long day and I've still got plenty of things to do. Rosita, Glenn, and Michonne just left after Daryl."

"They'll bring him back," Enid assured her. "He loves you. So... he's obviously got a reason to come back. Three reasons to come back."

"Well, with how things have been going, I'm not so sure about that right now," Parker said through a sigh.

"Cause of Denise?" She guessed, seeming more curious than actually knowing. "Carl's told me a bit about what happened."

"Yeah, because of Denise," Parker answered. "He's barely talked to anyone since it happened."

"He'll be back," Enid said, confidence evident in her tone. If you didn't know her it'd seem like she'd been with the group since the start instead of just a couple months. "What are you doing here anyways?"

"I've gotta do an extra shift. I'm covering for Michonne," Parker explained to her as she got some food. "I just came to get something to eat before I go." Enid grabbed a jar of pickles and handed them to Parker.

"Here."

"Uh... thank you?" She thanked her, staring at the jar in her hands as Enid headed for the door. "Where are you off to?"

"To cover for you covering for Michonne," Enid sent her a smile. "Let me help. Just for a few hours, okay? Go put your feet up and eat some pickles. I bet your babies will thank you." Parker laughed at her words.

"Thank you, Enid." Later that day, after Parker had spent the afternoon on the couch with the jar of pickles, Enid knocked on the front door and informed her that Maggie was looking for her. Parker sighed as she remembered Maggie's request. "You feel like joining me?" She offered as Enid helped her up.

"Sure," Enid replied happily as they walked down the street. "So.. you're having a boy and a girl?"

"Yeah," Parker nodded. "They're a nightmare."

"Are they kicking already?" Enid asked.

"Oh yeah," She confirmed. "Every single night for the past week. When I finally manage to get some sleep, it feels like they're trying to kill each other in there. It's a difficult relationship." Enid laughed. "They already fight like siblings."

"At least they're going to be cute babies," Enid pointed out.

"I hope at least one of them has Daryl's eyes," Parker admitted. "He's got nice eyes. When they aren't hidden behind a curtain of hair."

"Your eyes are pretty too," Enid replied as they neared Maggie's house. "They're very warm colored."

"Thank you," Parker chuckled, walking up the porch steps. "Maggie?" She knocked on the door waiting for her to let them in.

"Yeah, come in."

"Let's cut that hair," Parker said cheerfully as she let herself and Enid in. "I brought a helper." Enid sat in the kitchen and kept up the conversation while Parker tried to cut Maggie's hair. She wasn't a hairdresser, but she tried her best and Maggie seemed pleased with the results. "What do you think?" Parker asked, handing her a mirror and stepping back.

"I like it," Maggie smiled as she stared at her reflection in the mirror.

"Why did you cut your hair?" Enid questioned as she stood behind her.

"I have to keep going. And I don't want anything gettin' in my way."

"Sounds a little creepy," Parker commented, raising an eyebrow at her. "Do you see something of your future?" She teased jokingly. "Something terrible?" Maggie shook her head before putting her hand on her stomach with a sharp gasp. Enid's eyes widened in surprise.

"Man, did Parker cut your hair too short?" Enid asked, meaning it as a joke.

"Okay, she wanted to cut it short, that isn't my fault," Parker defended, setting down the scissors on the counter. "I've never cut hair before. Except when I was a kid and chopped off a huge patch of RIck's hair."

"No, it's not that," Maggie assured them both, holding onto the table. Parker's face fell, becoming serious when she noticed that Maggie was in actual pain.

"Maggie? Hey, are you okay?"

"Yeah," She answered before letting out a yell and falling to the floor, clutching her stomach.

"Maggie?!" Enid yelled, rushing around the table.

"Shit," Parker panicked, looking around. "Enid, stay here. Don't leave her."

"Where are you going?!" Enid asked worriedly as she crouched down beside Maggie.

"To get help!" Parker shouted over her shoulder, already out the door. She ran until she found someone she knew and luckily it was her brother. "Rick!"

"Parker?" Rick stared at her, confused about why she was in such a panic. "You alright?"

"It's Maggie!" She shouted. "She's hurt! I think.. I think something's wrong with the baby. We need to... I think we should take her to Hilltop. We have to- we have to take her there."

"Parker, are you okay?" Rick asked again, thinking she had lost it.

"Yes!" She stressed. "Is Glenn back?"

"Sit down," Rick said, guiding his sister up the porch steps.

"No!" Parker insisted, trying to push him towards Maggie's house. "Rick, Maggie's hurt! She needs help!" He didn't want to leave her there, but the look in her eyes told him that Maggie was more important than she was right now. Rick reluctantly left Parker and ran to Maggie's house, yelling at Abraham to get the RV started. Within an hour, they had loaded everyone, Sasha, Carl, Abraham, Eugene, Parker, Aaron, and Rick into the RV with Maggie lying on a bed in the back. She was getting progressively worse and Parker sat next to her as they set off. "I'm worried," Parker finally said. "For you. For Glenn and Daryl, about the whole Savior situation. They're out there somewhere. What if they..?"

"Parker, stop," Maggie stopped her from continuing. "Panicking isn't going to help any of us. Calm down."

"I can't calm down," Parker stated, standing back up. "You're hurt, your husband and my husband our both god knows where, and... oh my god, this is a disaster." Maggie grabbed Parker's hand, stopping her from pacing.

"Everything's gonna work out. It'll be fine." Once they were on the road to Hilltop, Rick joined Maggie and Parker in the back of the RV.

"Hey."

"Hey," Maggie greeted quietly.

"We're gonna get there," Rick promised her. Much better at comforting than Parker was. Maggie took a deep breath, trying not to cry. "The doctor at the Hilltop, he's gonna make things better."

"How do you know?"

"Everything we've done, we've done together," Rick explained softly. "We got here together and we're still here. Things have happened, but its always worked out for us. Cause it's always been all of us. Thats how I know. Cause as long as it's all of us, we can do anything." 

"What the bitch?" Abraham's words caught everyone off guard, all eyes looking to see what he was talking about. Parker, who had been in the back with Maggie, ventured to the front when she felt the RV come to a complete stop.

"What is it? What's going on?" She asked confused.

"What?" Rick asked, leaning between the two seats to see what was happening.

"Enemy close," Abraham announced for everyone to hear while Parker looked out the windshield to see the road blocked by a group of people. "We doing this?"

"No," Rick shook his head, turning away to leave..

"We should turn around," Parker commented, worry laced in her voice. "Lets go back the way we came."

"No," Rick muttered, exiting the RV and heading toward the group of men. Abraham put a hand on Parker's shoulder to get her attention.

"Stay here with Maggie." Parker reluctantly headed to where Maggie was resting in the back.

"Whats wrong?" She asked weakly, seeing how anxious Parker seemed.

"The road is blocked by cars," Parker lied, looking down at her feet. "They're seeing if there's a way for the RV to fit."

"Don't lie to me," Maggie murmured. "Whats going on out there?"

"A group of men," Parker gave in, sitting down. "I don't like it. They know where we are."

"It feels like a trap," Maggie mumbled tiredly, her voice hoarse. "They're just waiting there? We should turn back."

"No way," Parker grabbed her hand, squeezing it. "We're getting you to Hilltop. I promise." When they got back on the road, Carl and Aaron went to check on Maggie, so Parker traded out with them. She headed to the front of the RV, where she sat across from Rick at the table. He kept catching her picking at the wedding ring on her finger, and he reached out to cover her hand with his.

"Are you okay?" He asked quietly.

"I'm worried about Daryl," She whispered, looking out the window. "And Glenn. Michonne, Rosita... they're all out there. And those people are out there.. just waiting. What if the Saviors got them? What if they're hurt?"

"They'll be fine," Rick promised her. "Did you hear what I said to Maggie?" Parker nodded her head, staring at their hands on the table. "Then you know we'll be fine." She chewed on her lip before sighing.

"I hope so." Eugene took out a map and tried to find an alternative route, setting it down on the table infront of them.

"Logrum Road's a straight shot."

"We want visibility," Sasha cut in as she walked over.

"There, you got it on Shelton," Eugene said, pointing to another option after staring at the map for a moment. "Golf course, country clubs, sloping terrain. No bum rush from the bogeyman. We'd see him from a good piece. it is a longer trip by a third but we'd get the scenic safety of clear-cut dingles and glens."

"You're being serious, right?" Sasha asked, not understanding how he could be cracking jokes at this time.

"As coronary thrombosis," Eugene responded.

"You got a route?" Rick raised an eyebrow a them, breaking up the bickering between the two.

"Yeah," Parker nodded, paying attention to what they'd been arguing about. Attempting to translate the words from Eugene's mouth into understandable sentences. "Shelton. Longer option but we're able to see for miles."

"Let's go," Rick sent Abraham a nod who instantly climbed back into the drivers seat. They went for the route Eugene planned, and Parker remained lying on the couch. Her back hurt, she was hungry, and her mind was racing with people to worry about. There was Maggie who had some sort of sickness or something wrong with the baby. There was Glenn, Rosita, Daryl, and Michonne who were missing. And then there was everyone else in the RV. Something wasnt right, and she was terrified that this would end up being a bad idea. Still, they had to get Maggie to Hilltop. They had to save her.

"Bitch nuts!" Abraham suddenly exclaimed, stopping the motorhome.

"We making our stand?" Sasha asked when they saw that the path was blocked by more people.

"Yeah," Carl spoke for his father. "We end it."

"No, not now," Rick decided, looking at Carl. "They've been waiting. They're ready. With one of us behind the wheel... that's five on.. sixteen."

"Rick, I dont think thats going to work," Parker voiced her opinion. "They know where we're going. You can't seriously think this is a coincidence? I don't know how they know but I think they've figured us out. What's to stop them from blocking us on the nearest road?"

"We're gonna play it our way, how we want it." Rick insisted, not backing down. "Right?" Parker closed her mouth, sighing through her nose as she stared at him.

"Right."

"Alright, go slow," Rick instructed Abraham, who began to slowly back the RV up.

"Rick, this is stupid. I don't like this." Parker said again, chewing on her nails. A gunshot rang out as they backed away and Parker flinched, reaching for her rifle. The shooting continued as Abraham turned the RV around and drove away again. Parker still couldn't shake the bad feeling she had in her gut. "Where's Daryl to blow them up when you need him?" Parker mumbled, sitting down again. "God, my back is killing me."

"You alright?" Rick asked, thinking something was wrong.

"No, my back hurts from carrying all these premintions I've had that always turn out to be right," Parker snapped slightly as she made herself comfortable. "But no one ever takes them seriously."

"I think you're being a bit dramatic," Rick replied.

"I dont think so," Parker shook her head. "They know where we are. They're trying to corral us like damn sheep. We'd be better off just going home.."

"What about Maggie?" Rick argued with her.

"You think I don't want her to be okay?" Parker asked, offended. "I want her and her baby to be okay, but it won't help if we're stranded." She looked over at Abraham. "How are we doing with gas?"

"Half a tank," Abraham called back. "I pulled some more cans before we left."

"Those weren't the same men who blocked the road the first time," Sasha pointed out, voicing her concern.

"Same outfit, different soldiers," Abraham backed her up. "They got numbers."

"Yeah, we keep driving," Rick stopped them from continuing. "We get her there."

"We will," Sasha agreed with him.

"If we have to shove each and every one of them up their own asses," Abraham added in. The brakes screeched as the RV jerked to a stop.

"Son of a bitch," Parker groaned. There, on the road, was a line of walkers chained together. Rick sighed frustratedly as he stared ahead at the new blockade.

"We can't go through it. Can't risk the RV. You stay behind the wheel, just in case. We'll clear it."

"This all seems too much of a coincidence," Parker said, sitting up. "Why doesnt anyone listen to me.. ever?" She grabbed her rifle and stepped out of the RV with the others, ignoring Rick's directions to stay inside. As she walked toward the line of walkers with her family following her, she scanned the nearby area for threats.

"Putting together a red rover like that takes people," Eugene commented, his eyes wide as he stayed a good twenty feet back from the dead. "A lot of them." The walkers were chained, their flesh pierced by the chairs as they struggled to free themselves and attack their next meal. Parker felt sick at the thought of them being watched. Herded like sheep into a trap. There was no way this was just a coincidence. All of this was planned. Rick slung his gun over his back.

"Come on, let's do this," He ordered.

"Dad," Carl stopped him, pointing to one of the walkers.

"That's Michonnes," Aaron whispered in shock, his eyes wide. There, on the head of one of the walkers were a few locks of Michonne's hair. Parker then noticed the arrows piercing another walker and felt like she was going to throw up.

"That's Daryls." She pointed at the arrow, ignoring her voice breaking. "What if the Saviors have them?" Then bullets pelted the ground around their feet, and Carl ran to his aunt, wanting to protect her.

"Get back to the RV!" Rick shouted, trying to find where the shooters were. "Go!" Parker didn't listen, she fired her gun trying to give the others time to get into the RV without getting shot. When Carl yelled at her to move, she quickly backed away, still shooting before climbing into the RV. Once everyone was inside, Abraham wasted no time before leaving while Parker lowered herself on the couch, putting her head in her hands. Those bastards had Daryl. Whether he was dead or alive, she wasn't sure. But she knew for a fact that they had him. Parker would never forgive herself if she never saw him again, knowing that they hadn't been on good terms before he left.

"What's that sound?" Sasha asked as the rattling grew louder.

"Undercarriage could've caught a bullet," Eugene answered her. "Or it could be transmission. It could be nothing."

"They were firing at our feet," Rick told them all. "They blocked the road but they weren't trying to stop us. They want us in this direction"

"Fianlly!" Parker practically yelled. "You're getting it! Did that remind you of anything?" She looked at her brother, wanting to know if them shooting at their feet brought up old memories.

"Something like Terminus?" He spoke it as a question, raising an eyebrow at her.

"Forcing us a certain way by shooting at our feet. Leading us somewhere, cutting us off. They're directing us into a trap." Parker explained to everyone else. Specifically, Aaron since he was the only one who had never been to Terminus.

"Barton Road takes us north, but they gotta know we wanna go north," Sasha said, her eyes tracing the map laid out in front of her.

"Meadows," Eugene pointed to a new road on the map. "Could take us east a piece, but we can get back on track on Mayhew."

"We're down to a third of a tank," Sasha warned them of their new problem. "We could top off at the next stop, but not refills after that." Aaron came out of the back room.

"She's burning up." He informed Parker and Rick of Maggie's status.

"We're running out of time. We need to-" Parker was cut short by Abraham.

"Rick?" Abraham called out, waiting to know what he should do next. There were too many there on the road to count.

"Go back." Abraham stopped the motorhome when Rick told him to turn back.

"Where?" They turned around and headed back down the road, but after a while, they again found their path blocked by a giant tree that they had no hope of getting past. Venturing outside the RV to inspect the scene, Parker noticed the tire tracks in the road.

"These tracks," Parker started, staring down at the tracks at her feet. "Indicates that they not only have people but also big ass cars and weapons."

"What it indicates is we are neck-deep up shit creek with our mouths wide open," Abraham spat out, glaring at the fallen tree as if that would get it to move. A man screamed as he fell over the side of an overpass, a chain wrapped around his neck hanging him above their heads. Aaron raised his gun to shoot him down but Abraham pushed his gun down. "Don't."

"I can try and break the chain," Aaron fought, still trying to aim the gun.

"It won't work," Abraham shoved his gun down again.

"I can try!"

"It won't work," Rick stopped at his side. "And we need the bullets." A fire started behind them as they watched the hanging man die, and as they turned to look at the flames, Parker heard a voice.

"You're treating your people good, right?" The voice asked from somewhere. "Like it was your last day on Earth? Or maybe one of theirs? You better go. It's gonna get hot. You go get where you're goin'."

"Go," Rick ground out, seeming to have recognized whoever was talking before. His words upsetting him. "Go." He led everyone back into the RV. Parker felt sick. She couldn't take much more of this, and she knew Maggie couldn't either. She was getting worse and when Parker checked in on her after getting back to the RV, she found that Maggie was paler than the last time she'd seen her.

"So, what's the play?" Abraham asked after he once again had to stop the RV.

"She needs a doctor," Parker stated, her voice urgent as she walked to the front of the RV.

"There are two more routes north of here," Sasha gave them their only options left.

"They're probably waiting for us right now," Aaron pointed out.

"Probably?" Parker repeated incredulously. "They're definitely waiting for us. Right now."

"So, they're ahead of us," Eugene nodded, thinking of a new plan. "Probably behind us. But they're not waiting on us, per se. They're waiting on this rust bucket. And they don't know the moment-to-moment occupancy of said rust bucket. And the sun sets soon."

"What are you saying?" Parker asked him.

"We'll go on foot," Eugene explained his idea to the group. "Or rather, you'll go on foot. I'll drive the RV toward them and you'll follow the route to Hilltop on foot. You have a better chance of making it." Parker sighed, knowing this might be their only chance of actually making it.

"He actually makes sense. This sounds like a good idea." Rick nodded in agreement with her.

"It's the only idea we have," Rick said with a shrug of his shoulders. As night fell, they loaded Maggie onto a makeshift stretcher and prepared to make the dangerous journey to Hilltop. Parker stood with Carl, her gun on her shoulder and a machete attached to her belt. Rick, Aaron, and Abraham carried the stretcher while Parker, Carl, and Sasha cleared the way for them to pass safely. Being in the woods at night itself was unsettling. Now they were being hunted by the dead, followed by another group, and were trying to protect a sick, pregnant woman. That just added to the list of shit that they didn't need.

"I heard what you told her. When we were leaving," Carl said to his father. "We can do anything 'cause we'll do anything we need to do. We have and we will. What happened to Denise, I'm not going to let anybody die like that again."

"Son," Rick looked at Carl, with proudness in his eyes.

"What?" He asked when Parker held up a hand to signal for everyone to stop when she heard a whistle pierce the silence of the woods. Her blood froze when multiple whistles started happening at once from all directions.

"What the hell is that?" Her eyes tried to locate the person behind the sound but it only got louder as more and more joined in and her blood ran cold in her veins. "We have to move. Now!"

"Go!" Rick yelled. "Go!" Whistles followed them as they ran, a shrill two-note melody echoing throughout the trees. As Parker and Carl stopped in the middle of a clearing, headlights flashed on suddenly, blinding them as they stumbled backward with their hands shielding their eyes. The whistling grew louder as they all joined in, whistling the same two notes. She saw the RV Eugene had been driving. Parker stared, her breath catching in her throat as she turned in a circle and saw the army of men forming a circle around them, the car headlights illuminating their small group, stranded in the center. This was the end of the road.