Summary: What if Lori hadn’t died?
“Do it,” Lori Grimes said, as she lay on her back, knowing she would rather Carol get her child out of her, than her child die while still inside her. She wasn’t going to lose her second child. Her baby deserved to live.
“Lori,” Carol protested, knowing they didn’t have the proper equipment where they were. She didn’t want to risk killing Lori or both Lori and the baby.
Carl stood a distance off, watching them.
“I’m ready,” Lori said, trying to convince her.
“Are you sure? We can wait until we get back to the cell.”
“No. It’ll be too late. The baby is going to die. We have to do it now.”
Suddenly, there wasn’t any noise from the walkers outside the door anymore.
“Lori? Carl? Carol?” they heard Ric call softly, as to not alert whatever walkers were still out there in the halls.
“In here,” Carol called to him.
Ric stopped at the door in the hall and opened it, closing it behind himself. Then he came down the few steps to go over to them.
Carol looked at him.
“We need to get back. The baby is going to die if we don’t get it out.”
He held his gun out to her.
“Take it.”
She took it.
They walked into where the cells were, Ric carrying his wife, Carol and Carl following.
Glenn unlocked the cell door for them and opened it, until they were inside. Then they headed for one of the cells, as Glenn locked the door.
“What happened?” Glenn asked, once in the cell, as Ric layed her down on the bed.
“The baby is going to die,” Carol said.
“We need Hershel,” Angela said.
“I’ll go get him,” Daryl said, leaving the room.
Half an hour later, the baby was out and both Lori and the girl lived.
“She’s a little ass kicker,” Daryl commented, talking about the baby.
“So, what are you going to name her?” Carl asked his mother.
“I think I’ll name her Sophie,” Lori replied, as she held her, sitting up in bed.
“We’ll need to get some formula,” Hershel said.
“I’ll go,” Angela announced.
“I’ll go, too,” Glenn replied.
They watched them go.
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