Jupiter didn't know what to do with herself. Rick was laying sobbing on the ground while the others just stared at her and the baby, saying nothing, all in complete shock. The baby was still crying, and Jupiter looked down at her, noticing how her hands shook slightly, so she thought it best to pass the baby on before she dropped it.

"Carl," she whispered, handing him his baby sister when he stood in front of her. She made sure he was holding her right and then turned back to Rick, seeing Daryl already in front of him, speaking to him though Rick was clearly not up to talking. Daryl gave her a look, and she knew what it meant. Rick was not ok at all. They had bigger problems though, which Daryl addressed when Hershel told Carl to show him the baby. "What we gonna feed it? We got anything a baby can eat?" He asked, walking to look at the baby, strapping his crossbow onto his back.

Hershel inspected the baby and nodded. "The good news is she looks healthy... But she needs formula. And soon, or she won't survive."

His words snapped her out of whatever trance she'd been in since cutting Lori open, and Jupiter shook her head, though it was Daryl who spoke. "No. No way. Not her. We ain't losing nobody else... I'm going for a run," he announced, heading towards the cars. Jupiter nodded and followed behind him. "I'm coming too."

Daryl watched her for a few seconds but thankfully said nothing. Maggie on the other hand objected. "No. You've been through enough, Jupiter. I'll take care of this," she promised, putting a comforting hand on Jupiter's arm, meaning to relax her. Jupiter snatched her arm away and shook her head.

"No! It has to be me!" Maggie frowned, but Jupiter didn't care if she'd hurt her feelings. "I made a promise to Lori... I'm going for the formula. Please don't get in my way."

Maggie nodded, understanding that Jupiter had to go. Daryl finished talking to Beth, asking her to look after Carl, and then got on his bike, Jupiter climbing on behind him. They were out of the prison in under a minute, speeding down the road towards a shopping mall Glenn had told them to check. Jupiter held on tight to Daryl, her cheek flat against his back to protect her face from the wind, and her mind constantly replaying the events of the boiler room, wondering if she'd done anything differently, would Lori still be alive? Would she have been able to get to Hershel in time if she'd ran for him when she wanted to?

Those were only some of the what if's bouncing around her skull as she clung onto the back of Daryl, allowing the sound of his heartbeat to comfort her slightly, and remind her of what was actually important. Lori's dead, there's nothing anyone can do about it, but her baby? She was alive, and she was the only thing Jupiter should be thinking about. She'd broken one promise to Lori, but even if it killed her, she would keep this one, and she was going to protect those two kids with her life, starting with finding that baby some formula.

So she sat up on the bike, no longer hiding away from the wind, and instead keeping an eye on their surroundings. It was lucky that she did too, or else the pair of them would have missed the tiny sign on the side of the road, pointing towards a potential gold mine. They'd already passed the junction, so she leaned forward and spoke into Daryl's ear. "Turn back! I just saw a sign for a nursery! They might have what we need," she called, and he nodded, slowing the bike and then turning it in the road, going slow as he looked for where she had seen the sign, so she pointed it out and he nodded, speeding up again.

They wound up in a small neighbourhood, quiet and no walkers around. Jupiter took that as a good sign and got off the bike before Daryl, a knife in her hand just in case. Daryl whistled and nodded his head down the road, where she could see tiny walkers in the distance. They had about ten minutes, so they had to be quick.

Daryl led the way into the building, Jupiter hanging back a little and checking each room as he cleared it, packing her bag full of baby things-anything she thought they might need. She almost cried with relief when she found two tins of formula, tucked away in a cupboard. She didn't have time to cry though. The walkers were still coming and they had to get the formula back to the prison, so she ran back out to the bike with Daryl, getting on the back and holding tight as he sped off.

She was expecting a straight shot back to the prison, but once they were back on the main road, Daryl stopped the bike and turned to face her. "We've got the formula, but that mall is only a couple of miles ahead... Should we go check anyway? There might be more shit we need..."

Jupiter thought about it for a second, feeling the weight of the tins in her bag, but also knowing that it might not last long. Then again, if the two of them were killed because they went to the mall, the baby wouldn't get any formula, and the group would lose more people... Eventually she sighed and nodded. "We go to the mall, but if there's too many walkers, we don't risk it. We'll go home and come back with the group..."

Daryl watched her carefully for another second before nodding and sitting back down, pulling off and heading away from the prison direction again. This time he drove slower, having to weave around cars in the road, so Jupiter kept her gun out, ready to shoot should any walkers show up. They made it through ok though, and when they were about half a mile away from the mall, they ditched the bike, hiding it in a garage and then going the rest of the way on foot so they didn't attract any walkers with the noise of the bike.

It seemed quiet though, and as they walked, they only encountered two walkers. Once they put them down, Daryl couldn't stand the silence any more, and decided to just ask Jupiter about what happened in the boiler room with Lori and Carl.

"So you wanna talk about it?" He asked quietly, not looking at her as he was busy scanning the road ahead for any signs of danger, so he missed Jupiter's shrug, though after a moment she sighed and answered out loud too.

"I don't know what there is to say..." She mumbled, looking down at the ground as she walked. Daryl looked at her then, squinting slightly as the sun glared into his eyes, getting lower with each passing minute. They only had a few hours until sun down, and they didn't want to be caught outside the prison gates after dark. He wondered if continuing to the mall had been the best idea after all.

"How about what's really bothering you? You ain't just sad about Lori... There's something else," he stated, reading Jupiter like a book. They'd grown close on the road, and they could read each other easily for the most part, though there were still times when the two of them would clam up so much that there was no hope for anyone to get close.

Now was not one of those moments, as Jupiter needed to talk about it, even if she didn't want to, and Daryl was the only one she would tell what was bothering her, knowing he'd understand. So she told him everything that had happened from when they saw the walkers to when they came back out of the cell block with the baby.

"... But I promised her, Daryl. I promised them both that I was gonna get them all out of there alive, but then I ended up being the one who killed Lori... I can't help but feel like I could have done something differently... Or if I'd have swapped places with you or Rick, would Lori still be ali-"

"Stop that!" Daryl cut in, grabbing Jupiter's hand and pulling her around to face him. "You hear me? Stop it! What's done is done, crying about it now ain't changing a thing." He wiped away the tears she hadn't known she'd shed, with his thumbs, and tilted her head back so she was forced to look at him. His piercing blue eyes were intense as they met her hazel ones. "You saved that baby girl, and you got Carl out of there alive. Just like Lori wanted... She made her choice, and you ain't to blame for what happened. She made her choice," he repeated, not letting her go until he saw the acceptance flicker in her eyes and her shoulders slumped a little.

He kissed her forehead and then pulled her against him, wrapping his arms around her as she buried her face in his shirt, her body trembling as she attempted to control herself.

A few seconds later and Jupiter took a shaky breath, moving back from Daryl and staring up at the sky to dry her eyes. Without a word, Daryl took her hand and the two of them started walking again, reaching the mall quickly.

There was only a few walkers in the car park, so they just stayed low, hiding behind cars as they got closer and closer to the doors. When they reached them, Jupiter noticed that one of them was slightly ajar, and through it she could see chains locking the doors from the inside. She pointed it out to Daryl, keeping her voice low as she asked if he thought anyone was inside. He held his breath, lifting his crossbow to point at the door, while Jupiter quickly peeked over the top of the car to see if any walkers had come any closer. They were fine for now, but they had to get inside or leave.

Daryl inched closer to the door, staring at the darkness through the gap and gave the door a slight pull, making the gap slightly bigger and shining a light inside. After a few seconds he turned back to her with a shrug, unable to see anything. He tried to climb through the gap in the door, but he was too big.

Instead of letting him attempt to break the chain, Jupiter quickly moved forwards, handing him her pack as she squeezed through the gap, only just fitting.

Almost out of instinct, Daryl grabbed her sleeve on the way in, stopping her from disappearing. "No. You ain't going in there alone. What if it's overrun? Get back out here, we'll find another way in!" He hissed, but Jupiter shook her head, peering into the shadows of the room, making sure she was alone before answering him.

"No. We haven't got time for this, Daryl. That baby needs formula, so I'm going in. I'll be quiet and quick. You try and find a way in elsewhere, but keep the formula with you. If I get in any trouble, I'll make my way to the roof and find a way down from there. If we lose each other, we meet back up at the bike in an hour..." She checked her watch. "If you get there first, wait twenty minutes and then go. If I'm not dead, I'll make my way back to the prison on foot, or camp out in one of the cars for the night and you can come get me in the morning... Right?" She instructed, and Daryl hesitated a second before nodding once and releasing her. He was always super protective of the group after a loss, so she knew how hard it was for him to let her go in there alone.

Leaning back through the door a little, she pulled him towards her and quickly kissed his mouth before pulling back into the mall. "I love you," she whispered, turning to head into the building. She barely heard his reply, but still smiled a little as the whisper of it reached her ears.

As promised, she was careful as she moved into the mall, listening for any noise before she turned on her torch, keeping it pointed down. It was mostly silent, though she could hear at least one walker somewhere close by, but not within view. So she proceeded, her knife drawn just in case.

She passed an information desk, seeing papers scattered everywhere, and picked one up once she saw the map on it. Squatting behind the desk, she quickly scanned the list of shop names, and once she found a pharmacy, she stood, checking around her again and then started moving again, consulting the map every few minutes to check that she was going in the right direction. She was, and soon enough she was standing outside of it, staring up at the sign.

There was just one problem though. The shutter was down.

She cursed quietly when she saw it, noting how it was just her luck for that to be the case, as the shops on either side of it were still open. Clearly their owners hadn't cared about looters, and had just ran...

She looked down at her watch again, knowing she had to hurry up, but unsure of how to proceed. It felt sinister to be standing in a dark shopping mall, alone and in the open. Anyone or anything could be creeping up on her in the shadows...

She shuddered and walked into the shop closest to her, on the right side of the pharmacy. She almost laughed when she saw what it was. An outdoors shop, still stocked pretty well with various supplies and weapons. Including crossbow bolts, she noticed with a small grin. Before she went over to them, she noticed something else that may of helped her with getting into the pharmacy. A roof tile was missing, exposing space above it, full of wires and pipes, but big enough that she might be able to crawl through it into the pharmacy... If only she could find a way up there?

She did a quick search of the room, swearing out loud when the only ladder she could find was a small step ladder that wouldn't even get her half way up there. Still, it was better than nothing, so she placed it on the floor and climbed on top of a shelf, feeling the metal wobble beneath her, not made to support her weight. Despite the fact that she was only an inch or so higher than her own height, her legs still shook slightly, her fear of heights kicking in. She pushed on though, knowing she was gonna have to climb through the ceiling and potentially drop on the other side. It was the only way she was gonna get into the pharmacy...

When she reached the space beneath the missing tile, she reached up, not quite tall enough to be able to grab the edge. She knew she'd have to jump, but the wobbling metal beneath her feet might tip if she landed too heavy on it, and that would draw every walker in the mall to her.

"So don't miss," she hissed at herself, shaking her hands and then jumping for the gap, realising too late that the ceiling might not hold her weight. Luckily it did, so she pulled herself up, grunting with the effort, and her arms shaking. She made it though, and spared a second to catch her breath before starting to move, crawling slowly into the darkness and thinking of that scene from Jurassic Park all the while.

Of course if she fell through, it'd be walkers that ate her, not dinosaurs, a fact which she found oddly comforting. She'd rather take her chances with walkers than raptors anyday...

When she realised where her thoughts had went, she shook her head and refocused on what she was doing, knowing she had to be above the pharmacy now, so she stopped moving and clicked on her torch again, lifting the tile in front of her and then peering into the dark room beneath her. It looked empty, and she couldn't hear anything, so she dropped her pack ahead of her and then slowly lowered herself down, her feet kicking slightly in the air as she looked for somewhere to land. She was still a fair distance from the ground, but she had no choice other than to drop, so she closed her eyes and let go. Hitting the ground quietly, and not falling over or stumbling.

Smugly, she stood up straight. "Yes, I am a frigging ninja," she muttered, sad that no one had seen her skills.

Scooping up her pack, she pulled her torch from her pocket and lifted it, clicking it on just in time to see the walker lunge for her face.

"Shit!" She yelled, back pedalling quickly and tripping over a bottle of something, landing on her arse. The walker was still coming for her, following her to the ground and snarling as she kicked out at it, trying to keep it away from her while she fumbled for one of her knives. It lunged at her leg, managing to grab it and chomp down before she could throw her knife or kick it off.

She screamed and thrashed against the walker, trying to get it off her, but it had clamped down on her and wasn't moving. In a last ditch effort, she grabbed her knife and leaned forward, quickly stabbing it through the head and then kicking it off her.

"No! No no no no no no no!" She whimpered as she shoved the walker away, unable to believe that it had managed to bite her. After everything, she'd been bitten on a stupid supply run they hadn't even needed to extend. That only made her feel worse. Daryl would blame himself...

Her hands were trembling as she reached for her torch shining it down at her leg, needing to see for herself.

When the light found the bite site, Jupiter froze, her heart stuttering for a second as she couldn't believe her eyes... There was no blood.

Fumbling with her boots, she quickly undid the laces and shoved the boot off, inspecting the pale skin beneath and falling back when she saw she bruise blooming there, but no blood. The walker's teeth hadn't managed to get through her leather boots. She was fine.

Falling onto her back, Jupiter cried in relief, so glad that she'd decided on wearing her taller boots that day instead of the walking boots that she usually would have worn, which wouldn't have protected her from that bite. She stayed that way for a few moments until she regained her calm and sat up, pulling her boot back on and lacing it up before getting back to her feet. She booted the walker in the head as she passed, quickly heading to the baby section.

Despite her near death experience, Jupiter was so glad that Daryl had suggested going to the mall too. The baby section was almost fully stocked, so Jupiter cleared the whole newborn shelf, not wanting to risk coming back and there being nothing there. Once they made it back to the prison with the formula, they could organise another supply run and explore the whole mall.

When her bag was heavy with supplies, Jupiter looked at her watch and swore. The hour was almost up, and she was still inside. If she didn't move quickly, she was gonna get left behind... And that was only the beginning of her problems.

The sound of approaching walkers reached her ears and she turned her torch off, remembering how she'd screamed when she was attacked, knowing it'd been what drew the walkers. Still, if she was quiet, she might be able to sneak by them, after all, they didn't see any better in the dark than she did.

She managed to climb out of the pharmacy using a ladder in the back, and when she dropped back into the outdoor shop, she stayed low, listening for any walkers near by, not trusting her luck to hold from surviving the days events so far. Still, the outside seemed quiet, so she stayed low and moved quickly back in the direction she'd came, having to duck out of sight twice, waiting out the walkers so she could move again. But then she was at the door, shoving her bag out in front of her and then following it quickly, looking around for any sign of Daryl, and when she saw none, figured he'd already gone.

She took off running as soon as she was out of the car park, risking a look at her watch as she made it onto the street where they'd hidden the bike. She was late. Daryl would have left...

Still, she kept moving, her heavy bag making her slower than usual, and she reached the garage out of breath. She couldn't hear anything, but she still checked just in case, looking around the corner and sighing in relief at the sight of Daryl leaning on his bike, waiting for her. When he saw her, he quickly stood up, moving to take the bag off her.

"You waited," she huffed, unable to be pissed at him as she really didn't want to be left behind over night. He gave her a small smirk as they went back to the bike and climbed on, not actually saying anything in his defence, though when Jupiter got on behind him, she kissed his cheek as she sat down. "I'm glad you did..."

She decided to tell him about the walker bite once they got back to the prison, so he could yell at her after the baby was fed. Speaking of... "I found loads of baby stuff. We have to come back here, Daryl... With a car. There's so much stuff left over!" She called over the wind as they set off, and Daryl nodded to say that he'd heard her, speeding up some.

It was getting dark, so they had to hurry.

It was night by the time they got back, but the others were waiting, distracting the walkers and opening up the gates for them so they could drive straight up to the main building. Once Daryl had parked, the two of them jumped off and ran inside, Daryl taking the lead, while Jupiter closed the gates and once inside, hurried over to Beth and Maggie with the supplies.

They used the formula from Daryl's bag, quickly mixing a bottle and then handing it to Daryl, who had picked up the baby and was holding her close, speaking quietly to her while they waited for the bottle. When Jupiter gave it to him, he offered it to the hungry baby, and they all smiled as she drank from it.

Daryl smiled down at the baby and then looked up at Jupiter, still smiling. She grinned back at him, her heart swelling at the sight of Daryl being so sweet with the baby. The baby they'd managed to save despite everything.

"She got a name yet?" Daryl asked, looking to Carl, who loked at his sister and shrugged.

"N-Not yet. I was thinking maybe Sophia..." He started, and Daryl and Jupiter both lost their smiles a little. Sophia was still a painful subject for them both, even if Carol could say her name easily without flinching... They'd still been through so much for that little girl and hadn't managed to save her... They didn't want a repeat with the baby.

Carl continued though, listing off the names of all the females they'd lost, eventually confessing that he didn't know, so Daryl took it easy on him and started talking to the baby.

"You like that? Huh? Little ass-kicker?" He cooed, and everyone laughed, the mood lightening again. Daryl looked up at everyone in the room for their reactions, smirking. "Right? That's a good name right?"

Jupiter just smiled and shook her head, walking by Daryl and kissing his cheek lightly, mentally making the note to never let him name their kids if they ever had any.

"You like that, huh? Little ass kicker? You like that sweetheart?" He asked again, smiling down at the bundle in his arms.

Jupiter just grinned again, carefully unpacking the contents of her bag onto the table, seeing Hershel come closer to look at what they'd brought back. She'd brought a lot, but she knew they'd still need more in a couple of weeks, though she doubted the pharmacy she'd been in was the only in the mall, and there was actual baby stores too, so they could hopefully find stuff in them too.

"Are you alright?" Hershel asked, and Jupiter looked at him with her eyebrows raised, so he gestured to her leg. "You keep rubbing it... Anything I need to take a look at?" He asked, and for a moment she debated saying no, but then shrugged and figured why not.

She looked back to see Daryl talking to the others still, so she nodded her head towards the cells and Hershel nodded, following her in. She went into his cell and he sat down on the bed beside her, waiting her her to speak.

She started undoing her laces as she spoke. "I went into a mall alone today, even though Daryl told me not to and wasn't happy with it... I persuaded him otherwise and got myself bit... Luckily my boots saved me, and all I've got is bruising, but I'd still like you to look at it, just in case... I'd rather not be a risk to everyone," she explained, lifting her leg for him to look at.

He did a quick exam, feeling her skin and taking her temperature, asking her if she felt any different. She answered no to everything and he nodded, checking the bite site one last time before letting her up. "The good news is that the bite didn't break the skin, and the teeth never came into contact with you, so you aren't infected. However-"

"What bite?" Came a voice from the doorway and Jupiter flinched as she looked up, seeing that Daryl had joined them and was not looking happy.

Hershel closed his mouth and left Jupiter to explain, which she avoided for a moment.

"I'll explain everything in a second. Let the doc finish," she tried, not expecting it to work, but then Daryl nodded once and leaned against the doorway, his arms crossed as he watched them. Jupiter pulled her boot back on and Hershel finished speaking.

"It was close. If it had been an inch higher, you might have suffered the same fate as me... Or worse." With that he stood up and left, Jupiter close behind, but instead of heading back into the other room, Jupiter led Daryl to the stairs and sat down on them, explaining what had happened in the Pharmacy. Daryl listened without saying a word, and she expected that he was saving it up until she finished, and then he was going to yell at her for being so stupid, and for convincing him to let her go in alone.

Instead of all that though, when she finished speaking, he just sighed and ran a hand down his face, too tired to yell. "Next time, you're not going alone," was all he said, letting his head fall forwards as he rested his elbows on his knees. Jupiter nodded and reached out to touch the back of his warm next, trailing her fingers over his skin lightly.

"I know. I'm sorry. It was stupid, but at least we got the stuff. Kid's gonna be okay for a week or two."

Daryl nodded, and then nudged her leg with his own, chuckling a little as he looked up at her. "Did you seriously kick a dead walker in the head?"

She smirked and playfully pushed his shoulder. "Shut up, Dixon!"

He just laughed harder and took her hand, leading her up to his cell where the two of them collapsed on the bed and were asleep almost instantly, the days events catching up with them all at once.

Jupiter was still exhausted at sunrise the next morning, when she and Daryl woke up and headed out together, going into the field together to pay their respects to their friends who had been buried the day before.

They crossed the field holding hands, stopping in front of the first grave, marked with a C for Carol. Looking at it, all Jupiter could hope was that Carol was with her daughter somewhere, and they didn't have to be afraid any more...

T-Dog's grave was beside hers, and Jupiter let go of Daryl' hand and went to stand in front of it, thinking of the time she'd spent with him, and how he'd always been willing to protect others, no matter the danger. He'd been a good man, and a friend, and she was sad to know he was gone... Him and Carol.

Daryl placed a cherokee rose on Carols grave and then stood, Jupiter returning to his side. The two of them said nothing as they looked down at their friend's graves, allowing a moment to mourn before they slowly turned and walked back the way they'd came, the sun rising as they got ready to face another day.