And nobody's aware of anything amiss even hours later, after the credits, at which point un-Patrick is rooting through his victim's abdomen like it's Christmas morning in Hell. In keeping with his new farming lifestyle, Rick is already up and feeding Judith in C block even before his wind-up alarm clock goes off at 6:00 AM. He quietly rouses Carl, I guess because Carl didn't stay up all night reading comics this time.
Over in D block, un-Patrick hears another cough and abandons its current victim, which messily rolls off its messy bunk, guts spilling out of its torn-open torso. In C, Rick hands Judith off to Beth for the day as two zombies start roaming the still-sleeping D block.
Up in their guard tower, Glenn wakes up Maggie by taking a Polaroid of her while she sleeps. I guess Rick is growing batteries now, too, or something. Glenn is off to check the perimeter, and refuses to throw the photo away when she tells him to. She kisses his hand as he descends down the hatch, then looks out over the foggy prison yard. It's quiet. Too quiet, amirite?
As Rick and Carl stroll out to the garden, they chat a bit with Michonne, who's heading out again on her horse. "Why don't you wear your hat any more?" she asks Carl. Because he finally figured out it made him look like an idiot? Actually, he tells her it's not a farming hat. Well, six of one. While Rick weeds the garden and collects the refuse in a bucket along with some from the ground beneath, worms, Carl looks around and notices the fences wobbling a bit over where the walkers are clustering. He mentions that he heard more fence crew is going to be needed today, and suggests they help out. Rick says he has other plans, and when Carl offers to go alone, Rick clarifies, "We have other plans." Cut to the hog pen, where Rick dumps the garden scraps into the pig troughs. Carl apologizes, but Rick recognizes that he's been trying and is still proud of him. "When can I have my gun back?" Carl asks. Well, that question isn't going to speed it up any. Rick explains how the worms will be good protein for the pigs. He doesn't think the worms will give the pigs anything else, coming as they do from ground not twenty yards from where the walkers like to hang out right outside the fence? Well, if he's not worried about it I guess I won't either.
Besides, gunshots are suddenly audible from inside the prison, so that seems a little more urgent. A couple of girls come running out into the yard calling for help. While Michonne wheels her horse around to return, Rick orders Carl to join Maggie in the tower and goes running to investigate. He joins a group of the speaking cast as Glenn reports, "Walkers in D!" Rick asks about C, which Sasha says is clear and adds that Hershel is posted at the locked gates to the tombs. Daryl says it's not a breach. Meanwhile, Michonne is riding back to the closed gates at a gallop, whistling for someone to open them. Carl runs to do it, hauling on the ropes that open the recently erected metal outer doors that protect the gates. Michonne's horse darts inside, but so do a couple of walkers before Carl can close it again. For some reason Michonne dismounts and closes with them before she can draw her sword, and is reduced to trying to push them back while Carl runs for a rifle and Maggie yells, "Hold on!" One of the trip ropes designed to take down walkers takes down Michonne instead, and now the two walkers are on top of her. She kicks the top one away, and Carl promptly blows its head off. Michonne gives the other a kick that flips it onto one of the stake traps, and Maggie comes in and dispatches it with a handgun while it writhes on its skewer. But in the process, Michonne has hurt her foot and Maggie helps her back inside while Carl leads her horse in. And guess what? Thanks to all the commotions, the walkers that have been milling idly around outside the fence attack it with new purpose. When it rains it pours. Not to trigger any flashbacks to last week's zombie-rain, or anything.