AFTER DINNER, THE GROUP GRABBED THEIR BAGS AND FOLLOWED JENNER THROUGH THE BUILDING,

"Most of the facility is powered down including housing, so you'll have to make do here. The couches are comfortable, but there are cots in storage if you like." Jenner said as he gave the tour, "There's a rec room down the hall that you kids might enjoy." He turned to Carl and Sophia, who were at the front of the group, "Just don't plug in the video games, okay? Or anything that draws power. The same applies... If you shower, go easy on the hot water."

Marcie, T-Dog, and Glenn paused, glancing at each other with grins growing on their faces, "Hot water?"

"That's what the man said."

Everyone rushed to find a room, getting excited at the words 'hot water' and 'shower'. It became clear to each other that they were not going to be going easy on the hot water.

Marcie made sure Vivian and Liam had found a room, dropping their bags by the door before finding her own room a few doors down.

She waited for most people to be done with their showers before heading down to the washroom. The hooks were lined with white cotton towels and robes and each shower stall had their own shampoo, conditioner, and body wash.

She grinned as she grabbed a towel and went into a stall before turning on the water, moving the handle over the the red 'H'. Marcie waited for the water to heat up before stripping off her sweat and blood crusted clothes and stepping inside.

It felt like heaven.

Vivian was a few stalls down, sitting on the ground with Liam as she scrubbed him down. Once she had him clean, they stepped out and wrapped themselves in towels and headed back to their room,

She didn't get to properly clean herself, but it didn't matter. She could have a chance later, after Liam was asleep.

Once she got him changed into his pajamas, she lifted Liam into her arms and went down to the rec room, "Let's see if there's any kids books for ya, huh?"

"Hey, there." Vivian smiled at Carol, Sophia, and Carl, "Find some good stuff?"

"There's lots of board games." Carl grinned,

"That's great. Maybe we can all play some of them tomorrow." Vivian told him before wandering to the book shelf,

"How's he doing?" Carol asked the younger woman, gesturing to the toddler in Vivian's arms,

She looked down at the boy who was resting his head on her shoulder, sucking his thumb. Vivian ran her fingers through his hair, "As well as expected. I don't think he's realised yet."

"He's young. There's a chance he won't ever remember you not being his mom." She replied,

"I don't think he should forget them. That wouldn't be right." Vivian responded,

Jillian was the one who gave birth to him. She loved him with everything she had, it wouldn't be fair for Vivian to be his mother. When he gets older, Vivian will be sure to show him photos of his family.

She wouldn't forget them, and neither will he.

Liam got fussy after a few minutes and Vivian excused herself to bring him to bed, leaving Carol to watch the older kids play chess.

Marcie changed into a pair of leggings and a t-shirt after her shower before wandering to the kitchen to grab a bottle of wine.

She spotted Daryl leaning against the counter, drinking from a bottle that was something other than wine. She searched the cabinets for a moment before turning to him, "That the last bottle."

He grunted as he lifted the bottle to his lips and Marcie took that as a yes.

"Mind sharing?"

Daryl stared at her for a moment before nodding and motioning towards the kitchen door. She followed after him, heading towards his room,

They sat on the ground, on either side of the coffee table that was in front of the couch. Daryl took a drink before setting the bottle on the table between them,

"Whisky, huh?" Marcie smirked at him, "Saving the good stuff till last."

"It was in the back of the cabinet." He mumbled,

She took a sip and wince as it burned the back of her throat, "Yummy." Marcie coughed as she set down the bottle,

Daryl smirked at her before taking the bottle again. They sat in silence, sipping away at the bottle of whiskey.

Marcie watched him for a moment. The group made him out to be a hot-headed, dangerous redneck. And on the surface, he was. But as he bit at his fingernails and avoided eye contact, she knew there was more underneath,

The brunette cleared her throat, "I'm sorry... about your brother."

"Nah, yer not." He scoffed over at her,

She nodded, "You're right. For the five minutes I knew him, he was a complete asshole. But... he was your family. It's not easy loosing family. Especially since you don't know if he's alive or not."

He shook his head, "Merle's alive. Ain't no question about it." He glared as he took another gulp of whisky,

"I'm sure he is. He didn't without a fight back on that roof." She leaned back, her elbows digging into the carpet, "We'll find him."

Daryl raised an eyebrow, "'We'?"

"Mhmm." Marcie hummed, smirking up at him, "You know, I have a very good track record when it comes to finding people."

"Do ya now?"

"Yep." She popped the 'p', "I told Rick I'd help him find his family. And look at us now."

He stared at her for a moment, "What's in it fer you? You don' like me or my brother."

Marcie sat back up and tilted her head to the side, "Your brother has some questionable qualities, and so do you, no offence, but I don't dislike you. There were circumstances where you or the group were in stressful situations and you lashed out, but it was understandable."

Daryl stayed silent as he stared at her in thought, "I've never heard someone use big words while heavily under the influence of alcohol." He mumbled,

She smiled and sat up, reaching her hand out for the bottle. Daryl handed it to her and Marcie paused when she noticed the tattoo on his hand,

"Hey, we have the same tattoo." She held out her left hand, showing off her small star tattoo, "What does yours mean?"

"Tattoos need meaning now?" He asked, leaning back against the couch,

Marcie shrugged, "I guess not. My mom calls me 'mi stellina'. It means 'my star' in Italian. So on my 18th birthday I went and got a little star tattoo."

Daryl scoffed, "That's cute."

With a roll of her eyes, Marcie took a swig of the whisky, wincing again, "That doesn't get better the more you drink it."

Meanwhile, Rick was shuffling down the hallway, trying to find his room. He came to a pause outside a door, hearing a baby's cry inside the room,

Rick knocked on the door and waited a moment for it to open, "Hi," Vivian sighed as she spotted the sheriff in the hallway, "I'm sorry about the noise."

"It's alright." She opened the door wider and he stepped in behind her, "I've been there."

Vivian rocked the toddler on her hip as he continued to cry into her shoulder, "He's old enough to know me, but knows I'm not his mom." She adjusted him, tears filling her own eyes, "He wants Jillian. So do I."

Rick reached for Liam, "I got him."

She raised her eyebrows in shock, "Really?"

"Yeah, you're tired, Viv." He took him from her arms, "Go take a shower, drink some wine. I'll watch him."

Vivian wiped away her tears, "Thanks, Rick, really just... thanks."

He nodded and gently coaxed her towards the door. She looked back at Rick with Liam in his arms, crying. Rick gave her a nod and she sighed before leaving the room, still hearing Liam's cries in the hallway,

Everyone else had already had their showers, leaving the room completely empty. After washing her hair, Vivian sat on the wet tile, a sob leaving her lips.

She couldn't do it. How the hell could she raise a child, Jillian's child, in this world? Without her?

"Fuck." She leaned her head back against the metal stall, letting the water fall onto her,

Vivian sat there for a few minutes, letting the tears run down her cheeks before sighed, "Alright, Viv, man the fuck up." She told herself before getting off the tile, "That kid is counting on you. Jillian is counting on you." Viv stated as she scrubbed her skin raw with the body wash, "No time to cry."

Her mind wandered to her family back home. Back in Chicago. Her brothers were all that she had left. She told them she was going to be gone for a few weeks, and not to get into any trouble.

Now... she was never going to see them again. They could be dead for all she knew.

Once she was clean, she stepped out of the shower and wrapped a bath robe around herself. Viv grabbed the towel to wrap her hair up before heading back towards her room.

She paused outside the door, not hearing anything coming from her room. No crying, no fussing.

Vivian opened the door quietly, spotting Rick rocking Liam in his arms gently as he slept,

"How did you do that?" She whispered, shutting the door,

Rick glanced up at her, "Carl was a fussy baby, too." He smiled, setting Liam down on the makeshift bed that Vivian made for the toddler,

She stood there for a moment, staring at the sleeping child before bursting into tears. Vivian took a step back before covering her face, trying to hide her wet cheeks.

Rick moved forward and wrapped his arms around her, trying to bring her comfort, "'M sorry." She sobbed into his shoulder. He rubbed his hand up and down her back and Vivian pulled away,

"I'm not a crybaby, I promise." Vivian sniffed,

Rick gave her a small smile, "I know."