Well, this is it, the final chapter. It's very short because...well, it is.

Disclaimer: I do not own The Walking Dead

"Does Lee know?" Christa asked.

"I told him this morning. He actually acted happy about it."

"Are you?"

"Happy? I guess I am, that is if he or she can grow up safely."

"I know. I'm worried more than ever since Fiona was born," Omid said.

"I just hope I don't turn into a nervous wreck," Carley sighed.

"About how far are you?" Christa asked.

"I think maybe two or three months."

"Well congrats, then," Omid said.

"Thanks."

"Yeah, let's just start our own personal daycare," Molly said, overhearing their conversation. They sent her a glare.

Molly rolled her eyes. "Lighten up, I was just kidding. It doesn't matter to me anyway, besides more baby shopping."

"You'll do fine," Christa told Carley.

"I hope so..."

One year later

"I can't believe how tall he's getting!" Christa said. "He's kinda big for nine months."

"Yeah, he's definitely not built like his mother," Lee said, smirking at Carley.

"Are you calling me small again?"

"Maybe."

"Fiona and him seem to be getting along nicely, too," Lilly said, smiling at the two babies sitting on a blanket in the grass with Clementine, who was catching fireflies and showing them to the giggling little ones.

"Hey, maybe you guys will end up as in-laws," Kenny joked, causing everyone to laugh.

"Yep, my little Mycale's gonna get all the ladies," Lee said, laughing.

"Hopefully not all of them," Carley said.

"If he breaks my daughter's heart, he'd better watch out," Omid said, half joking.

A warm June breeze rustled the tall, dry grass outside the wall of cars. The only lights were the the campfire, the fireflies, the stars, and the full moon, filling the plains with silver light. No one had even seen a sign of walkers anywhere near their camp for over a year. It seemed like this could be a permanent place to stay. A safe place where the kids could grow up and live in peace. A place they could call home.

Thanks for reading. Bye!