"Nah, it's gonna be dad or Carl's name for sure," Beth says, but she's smiling when she turns to look at Judith. Back at the prison, she'd spent a lot of time looking after her. It had never been asked of her, but it was like she'd told Maggie, they all had jobs to do and Beth knows no one had expected her to be out there fighting or making runs. She can do it, she knows she can, but that's after weeks out there with Daryl, when they had no choice. It had been different at the prison.

Besides, she'd never resented it. She loved looking after Judith. She loves kids, she still wants her own someday, but that's a long way off and something she and Daryl will have to talk about eventually.

"Did you..." She hesitates, realizing this might not be the best time to ask, but she remembers Michonne with Judith that day. The way she'd held her, the tears. If she had kids, Beth thinks there should be snowflakes on the tree for them, too, and she has some extras tucked away in a box. "Did you have kids? Before?"