Rick Grimes walks through the forest, leaving behind a battlefield of walkers. His clothes are soaked, but he presses on. Something pulls him forward-this run may bring more than supplies. At an abandoned farm, an old house stands. The door creaks as Rick steps inside. The house is cold, empty, but something feels off. Suddenly, a man with a knife lunges at him. They struggle, and after a moment, a shot rings out. The man collapses. Rick stands, breathing heavily. He never wanted this, but there was no choice. A faint cry breaks the tension. Rick follows it to a room with a small crib. Inside is a baby girl, crying. Above the crib, faded balloons read "Grace.". Rick lowers his gun, picks her up gently. She quiets almost immediately.

Shh, it's okay. I'll take care of you…

When Rick returns to camp, you're waiting. You freeze when you see the baby in his arms. He walks toward you, holding her close.

I killed her father… Rick says, voice filled with regret. I didn't know she was here. I never meant for this. He steps closer. Please, don't let her suffer because of me. Please, sweetheart…She's just a baby...She deserves a chance… Rick reaches for your hand. Please, let's take her in. Let me make this right…

You look at the baby and then at Rick. Without a word, you pull Grace closer. Rick exhales in relief and presses a soft kiss to your forehead.

Thank you, my love… he whispers. Thank you for giving her, and me, a chance…

He wraps his arms around both of you, holding you close In that moment, the three of you are all that matters.