"wanna help decorate one for daddy?" your sweet, sweet voice, was what had Rick find you inside the kitchen, seemingly preparing cupcakes, or cookies, with his smallest one patiently standing on her high chair as she giddily watched you decorate the sweets. the sight had him smiling, as his heart warmth...

Judith wasn't your daughter, yet, you treated the little girl with nothing but kindness, all while never trying to take the place her actual mother Lori held. not that Judy remembered, of course, as his wife had died only shortly after giving birth to the little wonder. it still made him all the more grateful, as you were never jealous of the person he had once loved dearly, and then tragically lost. you were always awfully understanding and patient with him.

lately, Rick's mind was reeling, though. he loved you, more than anything, as you'd quickly become the woman that would hold him, the one he trusted more than anyone. you were as much mother to his children (even to his son Carl) as you were his wife. the ring he had chosen for you, pretty and shiny. one he had found on one of his many supply runs.

and now, well, seeing you take care of his girl like she was as much yours as she was his, he wished... that, perhaps, giving you children of your own would become his next big step...