"Don't ever have to," Beth answers with a grin, reaching out to take Judith from Rick. Even after not seeing her for a few months, the weight of her in Beth's arms is so comfortable, so familiar, and it's easy for her to look back to the prison when things had been good, the time when she'd spent days with this little girl, looking after her and the other kids, helping Carol with them, helping in other areas where she could, but mostly looking after the kids. It had taken her a whole semester at Barton to realize she's meant to do something like that, but now that she has a plan, it seems so obvious.

She can track like Daryl, she's getting better with his crossbow, she's better still with a gun, but this is what she's meant to be doing. In a world without walkers, she can let herself really think about what she wants to do.

"You ever need me to take her for awhile, you know you just gotta ask, right?" she asks, looking over at Rick. "I got school and work, but I can make time for her. Always." She loves kids so much, she's always wanted to be a mom, and it's not that she's completely written that off now, but she just doesn't know. She doesn't know if that's the sort of thing Daryl will want to ever do and she hasn't found the courage to ask him.