dead by pregnancy

Unwanted

Originally posted by justnegan

Request:  You can make one neganxreader that she gets pregnant and he gets angry and ignores her during all the pregnancy and she ends up having the baby alone in the room while he drinks and has fun, and when he find out and see that his daughter was born everything becames happy ? The reader may be a redhead and the baby too? and he making a joke about it?

Pairing: Negan x Reader

Word Count: 1,491

A/N: I followed the request with the baby and everything becoming happy but threw my own twist onto it too! Hope it’s okay :)

The silence was deafening as you looked at the floor, your hands clasped together in front of you. You were sure you were going to throw up any second; bile kept rising in your throat but you managed to keep it down.

“Is this a fucking joke?” His growl broke the ever growing silence.

“W-what?” You trembled out, gaze still at the ground. “No.”

Your whole body was shaking as you heard him push back the chair from his desk.

“We fucked one time (Y/N)! You can’t be pregnant!” The thudding of his boots echoed around the room as he came to stop in front of you.

You braved a look up at his face and immediately regretted it. His face was contorted into anger and slight mistrust.

“I-it can only take o-one time Negan.” Your voice quivered as you tried to stare him in the eye but failed.

“Fucking fuck fuck.” He seethed out. “I don’t fucking believe you.”

“The doctor did a test; I’m not lying to you!” You pleaded tears gathering in your eyes.

“Bull shit, I’ll fucking arrange one with the doctor myself.” Negan huffed out going back round to his chair. “Tomorrow fucking morning. Be there.”

“O-okay.”

“Now get the fuck out of my sight.”


You had proved Negan wrong that following morning, even after the four tests he demand you take. All of them read the same result and no matter how many more tests he had tried to make you take wouldn’t have changed that. He had stormed out of the room cursing about how it was your fault and that was the last time he had said a single word to you.

You continued to go about your daily life in the Sanctuary and the hurt of Negan ignoring you began to fade the longer time went by. The story you told people when they asked about the father was that it was one night stand and the father didn’t want to be involved. The amount of support that you received off everyone from the kitchens where you worked was incredible. As the months went on you worked hard to get the things the baby would need. You had managed to obtain a crib, which was now sat in your room, and a couple of small toys. Supply runs had also brought back tins of formula milk and clothes which meant you were suitably stocked up ready for the baby.

It was now eight and a half months into your pregnancy and your stomach was bulging. Everything about your daily life was harder now, especially working in the kitchen which was a stressful job. You were currently taking a quick five minute break, your back was in agony and your feet weren’t any better. There was only so much you could take at the moment as your whole body ached. You were lucky that the doctor had demanded you were to take regular breaks.

“Back to work (Y/N).” One of the guards called from the front.

You sighed and slowly lifted yourself out of the chair, your back protesting at the weight from the baby. You threw your fiery red hair into bun then waddled back to the serving counter. It was just hitting the dinner time rush as you fell back into the rhythm of dishing everyone’s food up. Every time you had to reach over your back screamed in agony which made you wince. You were sure that tonight when you finished up in the kitchen that you would go back to your room and cry in pain.

Everything fell deathly silent about twenty minutes or so after you returned from your break. You immediately tensed up knowing that Negan had just entered the room. Looking up, you saw him sauntering into the cafeteria with Lucille perched on his shoulder. An arrogant smirk on his face as he cut ahead of everyone in the queue. Negan didn’t often come into the cafeteria; this was one of the odd days he actually made an appearance. He usually got someone else to collect his food for him.

Your body was quivering as he got closer to your food station. When he stepped in front of you, you kept your gaze down on the food as your shaking hand grabbed hold of the spoon. Your nerves got the better of you and you proceeded to drop the spoon on the floor. This earned you a huff from Negan. You sneaked a glance up at him as you prepared to crouch down to collect the spoon, he looked slightly pissed off at the fact you were keeping him waiting.

You started to bend down, your bulging stomach stopping you from getting very far. As you attempted to reach for the spoon, a sharp twinge in your stomach stopped you abruptly and you let out a low groan. Not even a second later warm liquid rushed down your leg and pooled at your feet.

“Oh fuck.” Negan cursed as panic started to enter you. “Someone fucking help her.”

You were soon surrounded by the three girls in the kitchen as they helped you towards the exit, small contractions starting around your lower stomach. Each step you took was making the pain worse and you hoped to get to the doctors room quick.


High pitched screeching filled the air as you pushed one last time, exhaustion immediately washed over you causing you to slump back down on the bed. You tiredly watched as the people surrounding you carried your baby away into a back room, you assumed to clean the baby up. Not even five minutes later a young woman brought a bundle of blankets over to you and in the middle of those blankets was your still screaming baby.

“Congratulations (Y/N), you have a healthy baby girl.” The woman said as she handed the little girl over to you.

The baby instantly calmed down at your touch, her screeching turned into small whimpers as she nuzzled into your bare chest. Complete adoration entered you as you stared down at the small baby in your arms. Red hair peeked out from under the blanket so you ran a finger over the soft locks causing your heart to swell even more.

It wasn’t long before people came to visit you and your little girl, all of them giddy with excitement after not seeing a baby for so long. By the time everyone had visited you were ready for sleep for a year or two. You were shown how to feed the baby and change her by one of the women who worked in the medical bay. It was still daunting every time she cried but the more times she did, the more you were prepared.

It was late evening when you were finally left for the night, the baby asleep in her hospital crib next to your bed. You were mulling over names for her when a low knock rang through the room, your eyes instantly falling over the small bundle hoping it didn’t wake her up.

“Come in.” You called out in a hoarse voice.

You were surprised when you looked up to see Negan in the doorway, an uncharacteristic look of nerves on his features.

“(Y/N), darlin’, can we talk?”

You slowly nod your head and were about to gesture to the chair next to the bed, but Negan had already entered the room and slowly walked over to the crib. There was no trace of his usual arrogance and smugness on his face as he leant over to look at the sleeping baby.

“A little girl.” He breathed out taking note of the pink blanket she was wrapped in. “Does she have a name?”

“No.” You replied quietly.

Negan nodded his head then seemed to hesitate before looking up at you and gesturing towards your daughter.

“Can I?”

You answered with a yes which caused him to smile widely at you; he reached for baby and slowly lifted her up to cradled her into his chest. He was careful not to wake her up as held her into his arms, staring with adoration on his face.

“I’m finding it fucking hard to believe that my dick made something so fucking gorgeous.” He muttered out then cringed. “Sorry I shouldn’t swear in front of our kid.”

“You wanted to talk?” You spoke up.

“Yeah, I’ve been an asshole.” He said looking at you. “Sorry, butthole.”

“You have.”

“I pussied out- sorry, I mean I was a coward but I want to be a part of this.” Negan told you as he planted a kiss on the little girls head. “It’s gonna be fuc- fudging hard but please let me do this.”

You smiled at how hard he was trying not to swear in front of your daughter, a swell of warmth entered the pit of your stomach.

“Okay.” You replied nodding slowly. “Let’s do this.”

Pregnancy (Daryl Dixon x Reader) Part 2

Fandom: The Walking Dead 

After your fight with Daryl, the redneck starts to take his role seriously and decides to deal with his love for you. 

Fluff, fluff and FLUFF <3

Part 1 

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Originally posted by kendaspntwd

Originally posted by baskervielle

Months had passed since you found out that you were pregnant and since your argument with Daryl and not even once did he scream or made you feel sad. The man was by your side at every single minute of your life and you weren’t complaining. His love for you and your baby was unthinkable and powerful. Daryl also became extremely protective over you. He would have locked you in your cell or into the prison if he could have but you always complained that you needed to see the sun and feel free. You two were perfectly fine and your love became stronger (if it was possible) with the thrilling event of becoming parents.

You were currently sitting at the cafeteria’s table with Beth and Judith, the day was warm and humid but you couldn’t help but feel happy as you watched the young girl and the baby girl laugh and play together. Your back was killing you, your feet were puffy and you couldn’t control your emotions anymore but you’ve never been that happy in your entire life.

“(Y/N), you okay?” Beth’s soft voice asked suddenly, making you look up into her eyes and smile.

“I’m fantastic, Bethy. I was just wondering how I could have been so lucky to be in the situation I am in right now.” You answered with a small chuckle as you bent down to pinch Judith’s cheek. The small toddler laughed happily and grabbed your finger into her small hand. You smiled and leant back into your chair, your back killing you only with the smallest move.

Beth started to sing softly and you kept watching the two girls with teary eyes. Yeah, hormones were kicking in once again. You chuckled to yourself but suddenly, the loud sound of the cell block’s gates opening made you jump. Your eyes snapped to the side and Judith started to cry a little. Beth rocked her in her arms but she kept crying until she saw who was now standing at the cafeteria’s entrance.

“Well, lil’ Asskicker. Don’t cha cry…” You smiled as you heard the deep and husky voice of Daryl. The man of your dreams made his way down the stairs and towards Judith, giving you one of his small smile as he stopped next to you and took Judith into his strong arms.

You watched while he was rocking the baby girl softly, cooing and looking at her as if she was the most precious treasure on earth. Your stomach did a quick flip as you watched the scene before you. You could feel your heart swell with love for the redneck. Judith laughed and placed her little hands over Daryl’s cheeks, looking straight into his baby-blue eyes. Beth smiled at you and your eyes started to water once again. You loved Daryl so much it was even hurting you.

After a few minutes, Judith fell asleep and Daryl gave her back to Beth before making his way towards you. You got up with difficulties and Daryl quickly wrapped his arms around your waist and kissed your forehead. You sighed in content and rested your face against his chest.

“How was the run?” You asked just above a whisper, happy to be in his arms. Your hands played with the hair on the back of his neck and he hummed in appreciation.

“It went all right. Rick is with Carl, takin’ care of what we found.” He answered in his accented voice. You looked back up at him and smiled, getting lost in his beautiful eyes. Daryl slowly bent down to bring his lips down on yours. The kiss was soft and gentle, full of love and passion. He caressed your cheek with his thumb as he pulled away, his forehead still touching yours.

“I missed ya.” He whispered, making you bite your lower lip.

“I missed you too, Darebear.” You chuckled as he groaned at the nickname. Your back started to ache as you were standing for too long. Daryl noticed your discomfort and smirked mischievously at you before he decided to grab you into his arms and carry you bridal style towards your shared cell. You squealed and wrapped your arms around his neck but you knew that Daryl would never drop you.

Daryl chuckled at you as he walked up the stairs that lead to your cell while you were leaving soft kisses up his neck. You smirked as you saw him blush lightly and enter the cell, he laid you down carefully on the bunk and you grabbed his hand to make him lay down with you. Daryl quickly obliged and cradled your body into his arms. You buried your face into his chest and sighed in contentment as you let his warmth soothe you. You started to drift off to sleep as Daryl ran his hands up and down your back and kissed your head lovingly.

You woke up a few hours later, the sun was already setting, its orange light illuminating your cell. You sighed and blinked several times to adjust to the light and looked down at your stomach to see Daryl with his face inches away from your belly and his hands stroking your exposed skin. You smiled and reached your hand down to run your fingers through his hair, making him look up at him.

“What are you doing?” You asked him in a sleepy voice. Daryl smiled up at you and sat up next to you, his right hand still stroking your belly.

“Our lil’ bean was kicking. I soothe him up.” He said just above a whisper. Daryl’s voice was always soothing you or your baby. You grinned and chuckled before answering him.

“Him? What makes you think that our baby is a ‘he’?” Daryl smirked back down at you and shrugged his shoulders.

“I just know…” He answered before bending down to capture your lips in a passionate kiss. You kissed him back instantly, wrapping your arms around his neck.

“So we’ll name him Daryl Junior.” You said, teasing him. Daryl groaned and shook his head.

“No way… We’ll never name our baby Daryl Junior.” He answered, staring at you.

“Why not?” You said, trying to sound offended but it was hard to cover up your amusement.

“Just because I said so, woman.” Daryl answered, clearly joking as he nuzzled your neck and left sweet kisses up your jaw. You loved how Daryl became so comfortable around you. He never once contained his love for you since your fight, he couldn’t hide it anymore and he even seemed happy about it.

“Sure, let’s pretend that you’re the one in charge.” You joked, hearing Daryl chuckle against your neck.

“You’re something else, (Y/N) …” Daryl said as he suddenly got up. You frowned and sat up on the bed, raising your eyebrows to quietly ask him what he was doing. Daryl smiled again and extended his hand for you to take.

“Come with me…” He said, making you smile back and take his hand.

Daryl helped you up and kept his arm around your waist to keep you close, as if to keep you out of danger. You slowly made your way down the stairs and out of the prison.

“Where are we going?” You asked him curiously.

“Just on a walk together.” Daryl said as he walked you toward the field where Rick had built his small farm. You loved how the prison finally looked like a real home and how your family had organized everything to make it look like a real sanctuary. Daryl kept walking in silence, his hands quickly becoming sweaty as you neared the centre of the field, you could hear his quick breathing and his fast heartbeat and you wondered what was going on. You looked up him then at the watchtower to see Glenn and Maggie looking down at the both of you. You waved at them and Glenn gave you a thumb up, making you frown. Why a thumb up? You chuckled and turned your head to see Rick, Michonne and Carl sat at a table near the barbecue. You smiled at them then looked back up at Daryl who stopped suddenly as you had reached the middle of the field.

“Dare, you okay?” You asked, concerned as you saw the fear and apprehension on his features. Daryl nodded then started to pace next to you.

“I…” He tried once as he stopped pacing and turned around to face you. He stared at you, into your eyes and your soul. You stared back at him, your heart beating fast against your chest.

“This isn’t a simple walk, is it?” You asked with apprehension. Daryl shook his head ‘no’ and took a step towards you to hold your hands into his calloused ones. The man took one last short breath in before he finally decided to look up at you. His eyes held so much love that you almost started to cry.  

“(Y/N), I know I should have done this sooner.” Daryl started in a shaky voice. “But I was too scared… I guess.” You looked at him and waited for him to keep talking.

“Ya know that I love ya. Ya and our baby are my word, my everything. I can’t imagine a life without ya now and… I don’t want to hide my love any longer.” Daryl gulped and cleared his throat before searching the pockets of his vest. He took his hand out of the right pocket to reveal a small diamond ring and you gasped. “I want ya to be mine, forever. I want ya to be a Dixon, I want ya to be my family so, (Y/N) …” Daryl kneeled before you and, at this point, tears were rolling down your cheeks as you stared at the man before you.

“Will ya marry me?” Daryl breathed out, looking expectantly at you. You sobbed quietly but you nodded your head repeatedly, trying to find the strength to speak up.

“Of course I’ll marry you, Daryl! Yes!” You squeaked out and covered your month with the palm of your hands. Daryl beamed at you and got up quickly to engulf you into his arms, squeezing you and spinning you around. You laughed and everyone cheered around you. Daryl set you back down on the ground and cup your face in his hands before kissing you passionately, taking your breath away as he put all his love in the kiss. You two broke away to breathe and Daryl slipped the small ring onto your finger. You smiled down at the ring, a small giggle erupting from your lips and you wrapped your arms around Daryl’s neck once again.

“I love you so much, mister Dixon.” You whispered into his ear. Daryl squeezed you tighter against his chest and sighed happily.

“And I love ya more, misses Dixon.” He answered in the same kind of intimate whisper, making your heart swell with happiness. “I’ll never let anything hurt ya or our baby, I promise. I won’t fail ya.” Daryl promised and you knew that he was telling the truth.

You were safe with Daryl, forever and ever.  


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Sorry for the time it took me! I’m really sorry and I’ll try to find more time after the exams and the blocus period. I promise. 

XXX Lisy 

My husband once asked me why, when my period was late, I had to check every hour to see if it came. I had to wait several days before taking a pregnancy test anyway, so why did it consume me during that time? He didn’t mean to be rude; he genuinely didn’t understand and wanted to. I told him a story to illustrate.

Say you are stuck in some bunker. Maybe it’s wartime, maybe the zombie apocalypse is happening, who knows. Things are dangerous and you’re in a bunker. Every month, you have a friend come to you with supplies and news of the outside world. Occasionally he’s a little late, but only by a day, maybe two, but there is always the possibility that he won’t show up at all because he was eaten by zombies. It’s very important he survive, because without him, you will have to face the world of zombies. He gave you a machine that you can use to determine for sure if he’s dead, but it can be a little expensive and it might not even tell you until a week after he died and missed your appointment. It COULD tell you within a couple days, and then you would know for sure, but if not, you’ve wasted your machine. Every month that he is late, how often do you check your little windows in hope that you’ll see him strolling down the lane? Do you wait with your ears pricked for that knock on the door? How often do your eyes flicker to the machine, counting each hour as it becomes more likely you will have to use it?

This is what a pregnancy scare is like.

anonymous asked:

Shut your damn stupid mouths, you goddamn fucking cum dumpsters, unless you wanna end up on my shit list. I don't wanna walk in here and get hit with the endless shower of period juices and dead fetuses from your unwanted pregnancies. So, shut the fuck up, change your tampons, wear a condom, and go fuck yourselves. WHOMP.

why would i be afraid of being on a 12 year old’s shit list who can’t even come up with interesting anon hate and spends their day wildly lapping yanderedev’s sweaty armpits

-Oni

Pregnancy pt. 5 (FINAL PART)

Pt. 1 Pt. 2, Pt. 3, Pt. 4

A/N: Thanks for reading this series. I enjoyed writing it tons! Let me know if you have any requests for me, I’d be happy to write them (they don’t have to be Daryl requests, I’ll try out any other characters happily). 

Enjoy!

Also, Major thank you to @guera2010 and @isis278 for being so awesome and reading this series as well as giving me the baby names. You guys are wonderful and I’m so grateful for you!

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Originally posted by theultimatewalker


(The twins are two/three years old now)

I pushed my hair back and knelt down again. “Come on, Rosie,” I said in a sweet voice. I was trying to coax my daughter to me. It was time for bed but she wasn’t budging. Caleb had gone down easily, not that it surprised me. He loved to sleep, not to mention he was much less stubborn than his sister. 

“No,” Rose said, pouting her lip out stubbornly. She was stood in front of the couch with her arms crossed as she looked at me. “Daddy.” Daryl always said she looked just like me, but in this moment she was him. So damned stubborn. 

“I’m sorry, sweet girl. Daddy’s not home yet.” She didn’t understand why, she never really did. Going on semi-regular runs with Rick wasn’t enough, Daryl still went out with Aaron to recruit from time to time. I understood his need to be outside the wall every now and then. I wanted more than anything to go on a run again. I’d only been on three since the twins were born. But I still wanted him here. 

Sometimes, we’d get someone to watch Rose and Caleb so we could sneak outside. He’d trained me to use his crossbow on one of those outings. I thought of them as our dates, though not very romantic they were ours. A unique moment for us. 

“But I want Daddy!” Rose exclaimed, throwing her hands down with her fists clenched.

“I know, Rose.” I moved closer to rest my hands on her arms. “I know, baby girl. But hey, why don’t we go upstairs and I tell you a story, okay? You won’t have to go to sleep. Just lay down.” If she actually went she’d pass out in twenty minutes.

Tears started to roll down her cheeks, making my heart hurt. “Daddy,” she whimpered. 

“Shh,” I whispered, brushing my hand over her hair and bringing her in for a hug. “It’s okay, baby. Daddy’ll be back soon.” I hoped. 

“Mommy?” Caleb was behind me, rubbing his tired eyes with his hands. He hugged me from behind. As good as he was at listening I knew he was missing his father. I knew this couldn’t happen anymore. Not this. Runs were usually only a day long, rarely more. But recruits? We never knew exactly how long he’d be gone. We could ballpark it but…

Not to mention if anything were to–no. No. 

I pulled Caleb around and hugged each twin against me, letting them sit on each of my legs as I sat criss-cross on the floor. “It’s okay. Everything’s gonna be okay.” 

Then it was. The door flew open and there he was. Covered in sweat and blood, he was there. 

“Daddy!” they yelled in unison. Tears still fell from their blue eyes. They ran to Daryl and he scooped them up hugging them tightly. 

I stood up, crossing my arms over my chest. Daryl knew that this meant I was upset with something. “Why aren’t you two in bed?”

“Rose refused until you were here to see her off,” I told him. “Caleb couldn’t sleep.” 

“Well let’s fix that,” he hiked them up, getting a better grip to carry them up the stairs. 


“They’re out,” he said, sinking into the couch next to me. There was a large rip in the front of his shirt. 

“What happened?” I asked.

“Walkers,” he shrugged. “Nothing new. We didn’t find any people.” He peered at me. “Ya wanna tell me what’s goin’ on?

“You can’t recruit anymore,” I said shaking my head. “I’m sorry, but you can’t. You’re gone too long. And if it were just me, it wouldn’t be a big deal but Daryl you’ve got two kids and they just don’t understand why their dad leaves. And, dammit, if something happened to you while you’re out there? How would we know? I couldn’t handle that–they couldn’t.” I broke off, my throat tightening with the threat of tears. I didn’t want to be this wife. The control freak that tells her husband what he can and can’t do. But I didn’t know how else to deal with this.

He reached out and took my hand, holding it tightly. I could feel the callouses and scars. I thought he was going to say something but instead he let out a loud breath and laid down, putting his head in my lap. 

I brushed his hair back, out of his face. “I love you,” he murmured softly, closing his eyes. 

anonymous asked:

Shut your damn stupid mouths, you goddamn fucking cum dumpsters, unless you wanna end up on my shit list. I don't wanna walk in here and get hit with the endless shower of period juices and dead fetuses from your unwanted pregnancies. So, shut the fuck up, change your tampons, wear a condom, and go fuck yourselves. WHOMP. -Corinthians 13:1-7

 *mccree voice* wear a condom, and go fuck yourselves.

-Oni

8

Misunderstanding

“I’m going to kill Roy. Then bring him back to life with the Lazarus Pit and kill him again.”

“You know, technically, according to US records, he’s already dead.”

Oliver finds a positive pregnancy test in the bathroom of the Loft and makes the assumption that it means Felicity is pregnant. After confronting her, it’s evident that it’s not Felicity he needs to talk to about a baby, it’s his little sister.

(Requested by Anon.)

(Tagging: @geniewithwifi @anthfan @dust2dust34 @smkkbert )

Many women tend to “forget” that a child is concieved by 2 people meaning there’s another person involved meaning you are not carrying the weight of a having a child by urself. Dont start with the “guys dont carry the baby so they dont know what we go through” reasoning bc I dont care. Obviously guys dont carry babies so why even bring it up, that’ll never change. If you choose to get an abortion w/o even telling the father, you are scum. He has just as much rights to determine the child’s wellbeing as you. Dont even come on my post screaming bout dead beats or pregnancies from rape bc this is not what this post is speaking bout. It’s bout dads that actually want to be a father figure to their unborn.