I've had this idea floating around in my head for the past few weeks or so which sounds crazy considering I don't like Lori all that much in the show. I know if I don't write it I won't be able to get rid of it though.

This story will not be following what we know to happen from the short clues we've been given. Their will be no prison, no governor, no Merle or no Michonne. Sorry to disappoint anyone but those few things don't fit into my head.

She dreamt about her son falling and cracking his head open or getting hit by a car. She dreamt about her husband losing his job, getting stabbed by the criminals he fought to detain. She dreamt of her house burning to the ground with all her possessions still inside. She dreamt of car crashes, war, poverty.

She never dreamt that the world would fall to an army of the undead.

And she had never thought she could get pregnant during all this madness.

She had always thought stressful situations put a hold on menstruation. In her case this same statement didn't hold true. They'd become erratic but she didn't think it would be possible to conceive. But conceive she did and now she carrying around a baby that might possibly not belong to the man she loved.

She'd done the test in the woods. She vomited up the pills she was in two minds about taking. She'd made the camp aware that she was expecting and she felt terrible for putting an extra burden on them.

It meant extra food, slower movement, more security. It was a situation she didn't want to put on the group. It wasn't fair that they should put themselves in danger just to protect this thing inside of her.

She tried to muster up excitement whenever Carl or Rick were around. She exclaimed how happy she was and how it was going to be great and she hopes it's a girl but inside her mind is overthinking.

How is she going to be able to run as she gets bigger?

What if she gets seriously ill and can't find any treatment?

How is she going to be able to keep a new born infant quiet?

How will she survive?

In those few fleeting seconds when the car she was driving tumbled around she accepted she was going to die and perhaps it would be for the best for everyone. She just knew everyone thought of her as a liability. Of course when she finally managed to pull herself from the wreck and get over her anger at Shane's words she felt relief that she hadn't left her family to deal without her.

Sometimes she hated her own selfish mind, putting herself before everyone else. Several times a day she had to stop herself and think about the fact that she had it so much better than the majority of the camp. She hadn't had her beliefs shattered and she hadn't had to shoot her sibling in the head. Her only child hadn't disappeared and she could point to her family if anyone ever asked where they were. She was luckier than the majority of the population. But she couldn't rid herself of the selfish thoughts.

She wished she wasn't pregnant. She wished this hadn't happened in her lifetime. She wished she hadn't slept with another man. She wished for a lot of things but knew nothing could change them now.

And then it happened. The day the rest of the world found them. They came in large numbers and she was scared. She couldn't find her son or her husband. Everyone was in a state of panic. Too many bullets were being shed and people were being separated. She escaped to the car after witnessing the first casualty and they drove. She comforted all the way, talking about little whimsical things. Promising a better future, promising that they'd get back to the people who they'd come to know so well.

And then miraculously they were all there in the same space. All breathing. All alive. She hugged her family and then they were back on the road. Things were said. Her emotions got the better of her and anger flared up in her blood. She struggled to think positively of the life inside of her, convinced it wouldn't come out the way it should.

She'd dreamt of a lot of things in the early hours of the morning when she couldn't sleep. She dreamt of situations which left her gasping for breath and clutching at the sleeping body of Rick.

But she'd never dreamt of something like this.