That night, most of the group enjoys a dinner of weeds and wildflowers around a campfire while discussing their big plans for the prison yard, which so far include a vegetable garden and a canal. Daryl stands guard on an overturned bus while Rick circles the yard for the third time, as Hershel remarks that Rick would have found any weak spots by now. Yeah, that's not what Rick is looking for. Beth remarks to Lori what a great place this will be to have the baby, like that hadn't occurred to anyone. Carol brings Daryl some almost-food on his bus, and gently chides him for referring to Lori's unborn baby as "Little Shane." Well, if the kid comes out with piggy eyes and a shaved head as opposed to a messiah complex, we'll know for sure. Carol admits that Rick's gotten them farther than Shane could have. Daryl spends about three seconds rubbing her shoulder, sore from the rifle kick, and she cracks, "That's pretty romantic. You screw around?" "I'll go down first," he says, climbing off ahead of her, which Carol says is even better. "Stop," Daryl says. Wow, check out Carol, getting her flirt on.
Hershel prevails upon Beth to sing them a song. Maggie joins in. What is this, The X Factor with zombies? I'm not complaining; singing recaps faster. Rick returns to the fire and offers some food to Lori, which she takes only reluctantly, so they're still not getting along great, clearly. After the song, Rick tells them they have a big day tomorrow. By which he means they need to push on into the prison. Rick figures the fact that most of the walkers were either guards or inmates means the place fell early, which might mean intact supplies inside. "Weapons, food, medicine...this place could be a gold mine." Wow, gold, too? Hershel reminds Rick that they're too low on ammo, and Rick says that's why they need to go in, hand-to-hand. "After all we've been through, we can handle it. I know it. These assholes don't stand a chance." This last is directed in particular at Carl and his stupid hat. Ah, that moment of passage when you've grown up enough that your dad swears in front of you. I was a little older than Carl when mine came, but I hadn't killed as many zombies.