You eyes, flew open at the instant feeling of extreme nausea. You threw the covers off of yourself and jolted for the bathroom. Learning over the toilet, you felt yourself vomit the contents of you stomach. Negan, not one to be a deep sleeper, entered the bathroom not long after with worry on his sleepy face.
“You ok babe?” he asked, kneeling down next to you.
You reached for a piece of toilet paper and wiped your mouth. “Yea, I think so. Must have gotten a bug or food poisoning, something like that.”
But in reality, you didn’t believe this sickness to be either of those things. Over the past couple weeks you’d been experiencing other symptoms, fatigue, bloating, and now this.
“Come in.” Dr.Carson said through the door.
Inside, Carson sat at a small desk that was covered with papers, strewn all across it’s surface. Carson, raised his head from his work when you entered. “Oh, hi Y/N. Just give me a second, I’m just trying to read up on patient history here.”
“No problem, take your time.” you said, sitting on the observation table.
“So, what can I help you with?” the doctor asked.
“Well, um…I’ve been having these symptoms. Um, fatigue, bloating, nausea and vomiting.”
Dr. Carson’s eyes grew concerned. “And how long have you been experiencing these symptoms?” He grabbed a clip board, jotting down what you’d told him.
“A couple weeks, but the vomiting started this morning.”
“Do you and Negan have unprotected sex?” Carson asked. “I’m sorry, I know it’s kind of personal, but from a doctor’s standpoint, I have to ask.
For a moment you flustered by his question. “Uh, yea, most of the time.”
“Sounds about right, I mean it’s pretty hard to get your hands on any protection these days.” Dr. Carson said, trying to make light of the situation. “Y/N…you may be pregnant.” Carson said carefully.
You sighed. “Yea, I was thinking the same thing. Do you have any tests or can you do the blood work?”
“I don’t have the blood testing equipment yet, the runners are searching the area for more medical gear. I do have some tests, I’ll have you take three just to be sure.”
Carson pulled open a drawer and shuffled through it’s contents, before pulling out three pregnancy test.
“There’s a bathroom through that door.” he said, pointing at a door on the other side of the room.
You took the test. “Thank you.”
Dr. Carson smiled. “I’ll be waiting.”
You were lucky you had to use the bathroom, it would have been awkward to go in with the tests and come out empty handed, because you didn’t have to pee. You pulled your pants down and sat over the toilet. One test, two test and finally the last. One you couldn’t read, the second was positive, as well as the last. You flushed the toilet and returned to Dr.Carson’s office.
The doctor tried to read your face. Where you happy? Worried? Upset?
A smile flashed across your face as you handed him the tests back. “Looks like we’re going to get a chance to know each other.”
Carson took the used tests and set them aside. “Wow, alright then. Now, I’ve made sure that all the women here know my stance on abortion, but if you really don’t wa-”
You interrupted Carson. “No, no. I want this baby.” you said almost defensively.
“I’m glad to hear that. I don’t know if this was intentional or not, but congratulations.” Carson smiled. “Now, why don’t I set you up with some vitamins. These prenatal-
Suddenly the door opened and Negan stood in the doorway. Negan’s eyes immediately shot to the jar of vitamins in your hands.
“Y/N, what are you doing in here?” he asked.
You felt your eyes widen. “I was just-”
“Give us a minute, will you doc?” Negan cut you off.
Dr. Carson nodded, “Of course. I’ll be in the hall if you need anything.” Carson rubbed your shoulder to signify his support, before stepping out.
“You’re pregnant?” Negan asked, concern and curiosity in his voice.
You glanced down at your slightly bloated abdomen. “I guess so.Two out of three tests were positive.”
For a moment Negan was silent. After a minute or so his silence began to worry you. “I know we never talked about this, and that these aren’t exactly the best circumstances, but I think-”
“Shit. We’re going to have a baby?“ Negan asked, his town almost sounded amazed.
“That’s what happens when your wife get’s pregnant.” you joked, cracking a smile.
“Man, I can’t believe you’ve got my bun in your oven.” Negan said.
“Oh come on, let me proud for a fucking second.” Negan replied.
He stepped forward, planting on of his large hands on your lower stomach, before embracing you.
“I love you.” you said, pecking him on the cheek.
Negan kissed you gently on the forehead, his beard tickling your skin. “I love you too babe.”
“You should go, you’ve got that run to Alexandria, right?” you asked.
“Nah, Simon can go without me today. I’ve got bigger fucking fish to fry. Come on, let’s get you back upstairs, huh?” Negan said. He took your hand and led you into the hall where Dr. Carson stood.
“Carson,” Negan addressed the doctor. “You’re to be fucking sure that you get this woman and baby everything they need to stay happy and healthy. Don’t get yourself killed. Is that understood?” Negan asked.
Dr. Carson nodded in response. “Yes sir. Either of you can come see me whenever you need.”
With that, you and your husband started off down the hall and quickly ran into Simon.
“Simon, my man, change of plans. You can handle the run, by yourself right?” Negan started
“Of course.” Simon answered, his face showed slight confusion on his behalf.
“Good man. Oh, if you happen to see anything baby related, grab that for me would you?” Negan said.
“Baby related?” Simon seemed flustered.
“The wife here’s expecting.” Negan explained.
Simon’s eyes shot towards you. “Oh, well, congratulations.” Simon said with a smile.
You and Negan coincidentally answered at the same exact time, saying, “Thank you.”
The rest of the night was spent with you and Negan talking excitedly about the rest of your pregnancy and the idea of having a child to call your own. It wasn’t going to be easy, but the two of you were ready and up for the challenge.
It’s points day and it might not be the best idea you’ve ever had but you know exactly what you want to buy. Once a smoker, always a smoker. Still, you find yourself muttering the request under your breath like a dirty word. It is a dirty word. You’re pregnant and no doubt Negan has already spread the good news with his almighty mouth.
It’s a woman called Doris working the desk today and she’s never liked you, you don’t think Doris has ever liked anyone. She looks you up and down, not even trying to hide her distaste as she slowly eases stiff legs off her chair to fill your order. When she returns she’s holding a grey plastic crate filled with supplies, she sits them in front of you and slumps back onto her seat with an overexerted heave of stale breath.
It makes your stomach turn but you manage to swallow the feeling down as your eyes quickly scan the contents of the crate. It’s mostly filled with fruit, tinned and fresh. But it’s what’s sitting on top that truly catches your attention. A tub of Prenatal Vitamins next to a box of decaffeinated tea. “What’s this?” you hiss, trying to keep your voice as low and even as possible.
Doris doesn’t even bother to look at you, she just starts flicking through the pages of her ledger, placing a big red tick next to your name, “that’s your allowance.”
Carried to her coronation in an open chair, enormously overweight and virtually an invalid at thirty-seven, Anne could congratulate herself that she had survived to see this day. She had betrayed her father, cast doubts upon her brother’s [James Francis Edward’s] birth, quarreled with her sister, resented her brother-in-law, lied and dissimulated, ruined her health to provide an heir to the crown. Now she had no children and ignored her brother’s right, despite promises made to her father. But she had the crown.Maureen Waller
Request: Hey my request contains spoilers for the midseason finale but would you consider a Jake Otto x pregnant reader? Basically she vomits after all the soldiers are poisoned and he sees and freaks out thinking she was also poisoned but she wasn’t, it’s just morning sickness and she tells him she thinks she’s pregnant and he leaves the makeshift hospital to get her a test cause she’s a priority to him. The test comes back positive and he’s really supportive and sweet. Thanks, love your writing!!!
Word Count: 3449 Warnings: CONTAINS SPOILERS FOR THE MIDSEASON FINALE, swearing. Characters: Jake Otto; Nick Clark; Troy Otto; reader (Y/N + Y/N/N); Ofelia Salazar; Alicia Clark; Madison Clark. Note: Y/N/N = your nick name, Y/M/N = your mum’s name.
Me and Monty drove back to
Bryce’s I quickly grabbed my bag without saying a word to anyone, then he drove
me to my car and I got home. I walked in, my parents weren’t there, shocking.
I took a shower, changed into my pjs, made myself a sandwich and then someone
rang on doorbell.
“Hi”, I said surprised when
I opened the door. Zach was standing outside with big toblerone. “Come in.”
“I wanted to tell you about
the bet before the game, I swear. I found out about it after me and guys left
Rosie’s but I blew it off because it’s you and you would never just slept with
Marcus, but then you agreed to go to the party with him and I thought he’d try
something and I wanted to warn you but you…”, he was sitting out the words.
“But I was an idiot and
didn’t want to listen to you”, I sighed and rest my forehead on his arm.
“I thought that maybe toblerone
would help me to get you to listen to me”, he gave the candy.
“You didn’t have to”, I
laughed. “I’m done with being idiot.”
“So we’re good?”
I nodded my head.
“Okay, good”, he hugged me.
“I just want you to know that you’re more of my friend than Marcus”, he said
walking to the door.
“I honestly don’t know how
could I thought it was different”, I shook my head.
“I gotta go, bio test
tomorrow. See ya!”
I said as Zach left. “Idiot!”, I hit my head with toblerone.
Next few days were quiet
intense but on weekend I finally had moment for myself to sit and not think and
do nothing. Well, not exactly. It was Saturday and I was babysitting Trixie.
“Y/N?”, she asked.
“What tampons are for?”
I looked at her innocent
little face with my eyes wide open and couldn’t believe what I just heard.
Should she already know about periods and sex? Is it too soon? She’s just
seven. Am I the fight person to talk about it?
“Sweetheart, you should
probably ask your mum, okay?”, I said.
I blow her off but not for
too long. Next day we all had family dinner.
“I talked to mum”, she
“Really? That’s good,
“Do you have period?”, she
“You mean… Now?”, I
“In general”, she rolled
“In general yes.”
“Trixie!”, I hissed. “Go to
kitchen, my mum will give you extra ice creams.”
I sat there for a moment
thinking and the ran upstairs to grab my phone. I opened calendar and started
scrolling and counting…
fuck…”, I whispered.
“Are you okay? You haven’t
say a word today”, Zach said at the cafeteria.
“Yeah, I’m fine”, I smiled
Liar, liar, liar. My whole
life was circle of lies. But I couldn’t just say listen guys, me and Monty are
fucking since September and now I might be pregnant with his child. That would
be really freaking big bomb to drop.
“Okay, what is really going
on?”, Monty asked when we were leaving Chemistry.
“Nothing…”, I said
automatically, because hey, that’s what everyone does, automatically say
they’re fine. “Actually…”
“Something happened?”, he
asked and looked at me concerned.
“Maybe… I don’t know…”, I
felt tears coming to my eyes. “I want to talk to you… But not here.”
“What’s your last period?”
“You can skip, drive to my
house, okay? I’ll meet you there.”
I nodded my head and went
to next class.
Monty got to his house
faster than me, when I stopped my car at the driveway his was already there. I
just walked inside without knocking.
“I’m here”, he shouted from
I almost ran there taking
two stairs at one step.
“I’m late”, I said opening
door to his room.
He looked at me confused.
“Late for what?”
“Fuck, Montgomery… My
period is late”, I said trying not to cry.
“Are… Are you… Sure?”, he
“Well I’m pretty fucking
sure I know how to use calendar… It’s three weeks late.”
Monty started walking
around the room.
“Did you take the test?”,
“Not yet”, I whispered.
“Jeez… Wait here, sit,
don’t move”, he pointed at his bed and left room.
“But… Montgomery!”, I
shouted but listened to him and sat on his bed.
I laid down on my back and
stared at ceiling, I don’t know for how long but it was long enough for Monty
to get back.
“Go to the bathroom”, he
threw few tests next to me. “How it may even be possible? I mean, we used
protection and everything…”, he pinched bridge of his nose. “Usually.”
“What did you just say?”, I
stopped walking halfway to the bathroom.
“Usually”, he mumbled.
“Montgomery. We had condom
every time. Right?”, I said through clenched teeth. He took a deep breath.
“Fuck, look at me and say you wore it everytime!”, I screamed.
“That time… In car… After that
thing with Marcus…”, he mumbled. “It all went so fast…”
“Are you kidding me?!”, I
threw pregnancy test at him. “Are. You. Fucking. Kidding. Me”, I hit his arm
with every word. “You’re dead, Montgomery”, I took second pregnancy test, not
the one I just threw, turned away, slammed the door and went to the bathroom.
We didn’t have condom. He
probably got me pregnant. While we’re still in high school. We’re not even a
couple. My parents are gonna kill me. My dad is gonna kill him.
I already made few scenarios how I’m gonna tell my parents when I sat down on
toilet and looked at my underwear.
“Thank God”, I sighed when
I saw some blood. “Oh my God”, at this point I was almost laughing.
I came back to Montgomery’s
room to get a tampon from my bag.
“I’m not pregnant”, I said
without looking at him.
“You don’t know that, you
have to wait three minutes”, he responded while reading instruction.
“Yes, I do. I got my
period”, I took tampon and left room again.
“You’re not pregnant, we’re
good, right?”, he asked when I got back to the room again.
“I don’t think we should do
this anymore”, I said and grabbed my bag.
“The thing between us. It’s
over”, I said without looking at him.
“But… Why? Hey, talk to
me”, he came closer to me and pulled my face up to make me look at him.
“I just… For last two day I
was scared to death I’m pregnant. With your baby. We’re seventeen, we’re not
together, we’re just having sex. How would I explain it to my parents? How
would I explain it to anyone?”
“But you’re not pregnant,
you’re worrying about things that are not going to happen. I want to hear one
good reason why you want to end this”, he crossed his arms.
“Because I…”, my voice
cracked. I couldn’t tell him the truth. Telling Montgomery about my fellings?
What would I expect to hear in answer. I knew him. I knew him well. He would
become the one to end things between us very quickly. “I don’t want to do this
anymore”, I shrugged. “You said nobody would ever found out and still, Sheri
saw us. We’re done, Monty”, I walked past him and left him home.
I got into my car and
quickly drove away. I got home, took box of ice cream from freezer and went to
my room. Changed into sweats, I put my earphones on and played some music, sat
on bed and started eating.
I did the right thing.
Relations like that were only right, if they were right at all, if both sides
felt the same way. Montgomery definitely didn’t feel what I felt and sooner or
later he would call things off when he would get bored and then I’d get hurt
more than I am now and I’d be the only one to blame.
He tried to call me few
times but I ignored him. As much as I could avoid his calls for eternity
I couldn’t really avoid him in school.
“Can I talk to you for a
sec?”, Monty asked when he stood next to the table we were all sitting at in
“Umm… Sure”, I said as I
stood up and walked to the side with him.
“What is going on?”, he
asked when we were far enough so none of our friends could hear us.
“Nothing”, I shrugged.
“Bullshit”, he snorted.
“I don’t know what you’re
talking about, Montgomery. What do you want me to say?”
“I want you to explain why
you suddenly act so strange”.
“You think I act strange
because I stopped something that was convenient for you?”, I crossed my arms on
“Yes. Because you ended
thing suddenly, out of nowhere. We’re good together, Y/N. We had fun. What
“There is no we, Monty. There is no us. And we never were together”, I felt
bigger and bigger lump in my throat. “And life isn’t only about having fun”.
“What do you want to hear?
What do you want me to say?”.
Did he just asked me to say
that I want him to tell that he has a thing for me or am I going crazy.
Definitely the second option.
“Do you have anything to
say? Then just say it”, I didn’t realized I was raising my voice until I saw
some people looking at us. I looked at Monty, he was avoiding my sight. “I
thought so…”, I said quietly and walked away from him.
“What is going on?”,
Jessica asked when I came to the table and grabbed my bag.
“Chemistry project”, I lied
and left cafeteria. I really didn’t want to confront him again at chemistry so
I decided to skip the lesson.
I got to my car and spent
the next hour driving around the city, listening to music and ignoring few
calls from Sheri, Justin and Jeff.
I went back to school for
the next lesson and Sheri caught me as soon as I walked in heading to my
“Where were you?”, she
asked standing me in the way.
“Here and there, you know”,
I shrugged and tried to walked around her, but she stood in my way again.
“You know you can tell me
everything, I’m always here for you, you know that?”
“Yes, can I go to my
locker?”, I asked but she got in my way again. “Damn it, Sheri!”
“You can’t, actually”, she
I looked over her it the direction
of my locker where I saw Monty talking to freshman girl with big boobs, who
just got to the cheerleaders team, the same on he asked out when we both went
on a dates. “Seriously”, I sighed and rolled my eyes.
This time Sheri didn’t
stopped me when I started walking.
“Great, sweetie, I’ll pick
you up at seven”, I heard Monty when I was close enough. Jesus, he was
“Sorry, guys, it’s my
locker”, I said. Monty sighed and very slowly moved away a little but his new
friend who literally stood in front of my locker didn’t move even for an inch. “It’s
my locker”, I said again.
“Yeah, and we’re having
conversation here”, she snapped back.
Sheri frizzed, Monty frizzed,
even some girl few locker away stood with her mouth open.
“You know were in the same
cheer team, right?”, I asked calmly.
“And you know I’m vice
captain right?”, I asked again. This time she didn’t answer anything but her
mean smile faded away. “You’re a freshman so I can understand you feel a little
bit too confident because number one fuckboy in liberty high asked you out but
if you speak like this to anyone ever again I swear you’ll get kicked out of the
team very soon”.
“Okay”, she said looking
down at her feet and moving away from my locker.
I didn’t like being mean
and I never used the “I’m vice captain” card, but this little bitch deserved
this. Plus I had though few days.
I quickly grabbed my book
and walked away.
“Wow, you’re a bitch”,
Sheri laughed. “I mean, she deserved it but I’ve never seen you like this”.
“Yeah, me neither”, I
sighed. “Can we meet later?”, I asked. “I need to talk to someone”.
“Sure. You want me to come
to you?”, she asked, I nodded my head without a word. “Okay, I’ll go home after
school and I’ll be at yours as soon as I can, okay?”
“Okay”, I smiled a little. “Gotta
go, bye”, I said and walked in the classroom.
“Wow… That’s like… A lot”,
Sheri said after I told her everything about Montgomery situation.
“I know”, I nodded putting
another spoon of ice cream in my mouth. “And I also know that I’m an idiot. I
mean… It’s Monty”
“You know… He did change
“Sheeeeri, stop”, I moaned.
“You’re saying this because it would be a perfect little picture – me having
feelings for him, him changing, not being an asshole, having feelings for me
and then everyone live happily ever after. Not gonna happen, Sheri”.
“So what are you going to
do about that?”
“I think watching him
treating girls like trash again will make those so called feelings go away”.
I didn’t even have to wait
long. Next day he came to our table at cafeteria with that girl.
“Yo, guys, this is Tina,
she’ll eat with us today”, Monty said and their sat down.
“Hi, Tina”, everyone said.
Justin kicked my ankle
under the table to bring me back to reality, because I was sitting there with
my mouth open in shock.
“So, Tina, you’re new
cheerleader, right?”, Zach started conversation, but after he finished his
question, Sheri sighed and pinched her nose.
“Yeah, I just got in”.
“Girls are in team, too”,
Justin said and pointed at me, Jess and Sheri. “Y/N is vice captain.”
“Yeah, I know”, she said
looking down at her lunch.
“She’ll probably be the
captain next year”, Jess said, crossing her arms.
I finally understood, they
all knew about locker episode from the day before, but I wasn’t gonna be a part
of that scene.
“Okay, you know, guys. I
just realized I forgot about my Spanish homework. So I’ll go to the library to
focus and get it done and everything”, I said standing up and picking up my
“Sit down, Montgomery can
do it for you”, Jessica said. “Right, Monty?”
“No, he can’t”, I said
through my clenched teeth.
“Why, it’s not like he hadn’t
done it before”, she rolled her eyes. Jesus, she was so dumb sometimes. Or
sneaky, it was hard to tell.
“Because… I had to take
advanced SAT on Spanish if I want to go to the Law”.
“But you don’t want to go
the Law”, Monty spoke for the first time.
I looked at him a little
bit shocked about the fact that he even remembered about that. Yes, I told him
about my parents wanting me to go to Law school, but I didn’t think he was
“I don’t know yet”, I
shrugged. “See ya later, lads, see you at practice, girls”, I grabbed my stuff
and went to the library.
I spotted Jeff and Clay.
Looking at Clay I could tell, Jeff wasn’t doing great.
“Hey, guys don’t bother
yourself, I’m just gonna sit next to you and I will not interrupt”, I said
sitting down next to Jeff untangling my earphones.
“You’re not at the
cafeteria?”, Jeff asked.
“Nope. Oh, if anyone ask –
I do my Spanish homework here”.
“Does it have something to
do with Montgomery and Tina or whatever her name is?”
“Excuse me?”, I chuckled.
“I’ll go and look for that
book I was telling you about”, Clay got up and disappear between shelves.
“So?”, Jeff crossed his
“Are you still gonna deny
and act like there is, or was, nothing between you and Monty? Come on, Y/N, I
know you better, than I know myself.”
“I don’t know what you’re
talking about”, he was messing with me, he didn’t know about anything.
“One time you were at my
place, you went to bathroom, our phones were next to each other, you received
message, I thought it was my phone ringing, so I looked down and saw text from
I was looking at him with
my mouth and eyes wide open.
“Really, I didn’t mean to
read your texts, it was a mistake. I’m sorry, sweet”, he apologized.
“Jeez, Jeff, you don’t have
to apologize for anything”, I rolled my eyes. And grabbed his hand. “Why didn’t
you say anything? And like… I always thought that if you’d ever find out about
any guy only having sex with me, you’d beat his ass. Especially Monty’s”.
“That was my first thought”,
he nodded his head. “But then I thought that you don’t look like anything wrong
is happening to you, so”, he shrugged. “Plus, Monty wasn’t such an ass for
people around for last few months, so it was a win-win situation. So – what happened?”
“Nothing”, I said, looking
down, avoiding his face.
“You’re lying”, he said
with such confidence in his voice, that I hated him for knowing me so well.
“I just don’t want to do
this anymore”, I shrugged. “It was fun, yeah, but I just want something more
and because Montgomery is Montgomery, he probably isn’t able to give anything
more to anyone.”
“You really think so?”, he
asked looking at me suspiciously.
Clay came back and he
actually really brought a book for Jeff.
“For your next history
essay, use this, not google”, he put book in front of Jeff.
“Okay, I gotta go for
chemistry. Have fun, guys”.
I got to the class before
Monty, when we arrived he sat next to me and not said a word.
“Well, hello to you too”, I
“Oh, so now we talk to each
“We never stopped talking.
We stopped doing other thing”, I whispered. “You started showing off with your
new girl, that’s the other thing”.
“I’m not showing off. I’m
being myself. You shouldn’t be surprised, you were telling this is who I am for
last few months.”
“You know what, let’s just
get back to not talking again, huh?”
IT’S BEEN AGES, I KNOW
June just had been very busy for me and well, you know, some things you can’t speed up.
Plus I didn’t really feel like writing for last few weeks and I really truly strongly believe that it’s better to wait and give people some decent content than to write crap just because it has been week or two since you last posted. I already have and idea on next part so it should be sooner than after three weeks lol x
Oh, I wil do proof reading tomorrow so if there are any mistakes, sorry x
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
“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 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.
“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
“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
“Back to work (Y/N).” One of the guards called from the
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
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.
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,
“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.”
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?
i wonder what breakdown's sparklings would look like? :P
Drag Strip’s convinced they’re all going to look like him. Wildrider hopes they’ll look like Dead End ‘cause he’s the best looking out of all them. Breakdown and Dead End just want the sparklings to be healthy.
They all end up taking after Motormaster though (although the colors are more like Dead End’s and Wildrider), and Breakdown ends up getting so big towards the end that he can’t even move by himself and has to be carried around. Motormaster gripes about it, but he still rubs Breakdown’s belly bulge and smiles smugly at anyone watching.
Drag Strip is disappointed, but Wildrider cheers him up by pointing out that there’s always a chance the next time one of them goes into heat again.
Christmas Caryl prompt: Carol finds out she's pregnant and plans a cute way to tell Daryl. Bonus: Daryl proposes to Carol by hiding the ring in the Christmas tree and having her look for it
(Set as if Denise never died, I liked her)
There it was again.
Those two little pink lines confirming what she’d secretly known to be true for weeks, she was pregnant.
And actually she wasn’t worried about his reaction. They’d been together over a year now, they were ready.
They were at a place where they were comfortable with each other, physically and emotionally. It took a while for Daryl to be okay with telling people about them being something with an actual label, but he got there in his own time.
A buzz of excitement went through her as she decided how to tell Daryl the news. Christmas was just three weeks away even though she’d love to wait till Christmas day the thought made her want to spontaneously combust, she was just too impatient.
Even though she wanted him to be the first to know there was going have to be at least one person before him if she wanted this to work.
It was a few days later before she’d managed to catch up with her.
“Denise,” Carol called after her as she went into the make shift doctors office.
“Carol, what can I do for you?” Denise asked in a friendly tone, stacking medicines back onto their right shelves.
“Well I was wondering if you could do me a favor? And maybe just keep it between us?” Carol asked with a smile.
Denise stopped what she was doing now, turning around to face Carol, “what kind of favor?”
Carol took a moment before asking anything, knowing that this would be the first person to know anything about her pregnancy.
“Do we still have the ultrasound machine we brought down from Hilltop for Maggie?”
Denise looked at her as she put two and two together, her eyes drifting down to her still flat stomach and back up.
A grin threatened to form on her lips, “yeah I think so…you need it?”
Carol couldn’t stop the smile that upturned her mouth, “yeah I think I do.”
Denise immediately embraced her into a hug, “Carol that’s great, I bet Daryl was ecstatic!”
“That’s kinda what the favor was about actually,” Carol chuckled, “I need a picture of an ultra sound to surprise him with.”
“Oh okay,” Denise nodded, walking across the room, pulling a machine out of the cupboard, “no problem.”
Carol’s eyes lit up with almost childlike wonder as Denise moved the probe around with the cool jelly. Forming on the black screen was a small grey blob confirming the pregnancy tests for sure. The more Denise moved the probe around the more the blob became something more than just a blob, she was able to make out a head, a body and even tiny little hands and feet.
“Oh,” Carol breathed, her eyes glossing over as Denise took the screenshot, continuing to move the probe around her stomach to give Carol a good look.
“Baby looks healthy,” Denise murmured quietly, “you’re quite far gone already, I mean for someone not even showing.”
“How far gone am I?” she asked, tearing her eyes away from the screen for a moment.
“From the looks of this I’d say about nine to ten weeks,” she said before taking the probe off the stomach, passing Carol some tissue as she went to retrieve her picture.
“Already?” Carol asked, she knew she’d been pregnant for at least three weeks or so, but nine to ten? She’d not even had any pregnancy symptoms.
“That’s definitely what it looks like, we’ll do another scan after you tell Daryl, check everything’s going okay, but for now, everything looks good.”
Carol’s hand dropped to her stomach, rubbing absent minded circles there, “thanks Denise and please-”
“I won’t tell anyone,” she assured before Carol’s words had even left her mouth, handing her over the image.
Carol smiled and thanked her once more before leaving, tucking the picture away in her pocket, tonight she’d tell Daryl.
It wasn’t often they got to have meals together, especially not just the two of them, but tonight was different, not that Daryl realized that yet.
“Do ya want anything?” he blurted out randomly half way through his meal.
“Sorry?” Carol asked confused as to where this was going.
He shook his head at his own poor communication, “I meant for Christmas, I mean, you’ve decorated the damn house head to toe so I’m guessin’ ya wanna celebrate it?”
Carol shook her head determinedly, “no, I just want to spend the day with you.”
She got a grin from him at that, “I wanna get ya somethin’.”
“Daryl I don’t need anything, honestly I have everything I have right here.”
She reached across to rub her thumb across his knuckles, her other hand discreetly cradling her stomach, butterflies kicking up.
When they both finished their meals Carol’s eyes fell on a Christmas cracker on the table and she reached across to pick it up.
“Come on, get in the Christmas spirit Dixon,” she said ushering for him to grab the other side.
He made a show of sighing and rolling his eyes but he’d be damned if he could deny her anything. He reluctantly took the other end pulling it with some force when he felt her tug her end.
Her strength was no match for his, if she was going to make him do this he was at least going to win.
The cracker snapped, Carol left with nothing but the handle she was pulling on to start with, Daryl with the end full of crappy novelty prizes.
“Ya happy now?” he gloated pulling out a folded pink paper hat, “gonna make me put on this stupid hat too?”
She shook her head laughing, “what prize did you get?”
He reached his hand in seeing the laminated piece of paper curled around the inside edges.
“Don’t look like much of a prize, it’s a piece of paper,” he scoffed pulling it into his view.
He paused staring down at the image, “what the hell-”
It was then that the realization hit him, as he looked up at Carol with wide eyes, his gaze dropping down to where her hand rested on her stomach.
“Are ya- Is this?” he couldn’t form sentences right now, instead just pointing to the picture and then to her stomach.
Carol’s eyes threatened to spill over as she nodded a smile breaking out on her face.
Daryl’s eyes were steaming up as he wiped at a now sniffling nose.
“We’re gonna have a baby?” he managed to choke out.
“Yes, yes we are,” she said softly the smile still in place.
Daryl stood quickly then, helping Carol up as he pulled her into an embrace, his face burying in the crook of her shoulder and neck. The tears were really close to falling now as he pulled back his hand dropping to her stomach.
“How far gone are ya?” he rasped, his voice going croaky.
“Denise thinks about ten weeks, she said we could go for another scan so you can see the baby soon if you want to?”
“Hell yeah I want to,” Daryl responded without hesitation, a grin now plastered on his face.
Carol made a noise that was a half laugh and half cry feeling so much happiness that she hadn’t felt before she met him.
He cupped her face in his hands leaning down to give her a kiss, loving, tender and sweet, his lips caressing hers in a fluid motion.
Christmas couldn’t get any better for Carol.
“I got ya a present,” he said as he lit the fire early Christmas morning, the frost on the window giving them enough privacy from anyone that may have been walking past.
“I told you I didn’t want one,” Carol scolded with a grin on her face, going to stand with him by the now gradually rising fire.
“Hey that’s not fair, ya got me one,” he said pulling her close, feeling her very small bump press against his stomach as he looked at the twelve week scan framed on the fireplace.
“That’s different,” Carol scoffed, “that’s for both of us.”
“Well so’s my present,” he quipped back, giving her a kiss on the tip of her nose making her crinkle up her face in a smile.
“Okay then, so where is it?” she asked not seeing anything under the tree.
“Hidden,” he replied, a wicked gleam in his eyes.
“What? That’s not fair.”
Daryl plopped down on the couch and chuckled, “sure it is. We’ll play a game of hot and cold to help you find it.”
“Or you could just tell me where it is,” Carol frowned getting another laugh out of Daryl.
“Not a chance woman, look it’s in the room just start lookin’ already, ain’t got all day.”
He stifled a grin at the glare she gave him followed by a sigh.
“Fine,” she complied walking over to the window.
She rolled her eyes, she couldn’t believe she was doing this.
Next she went to the bookcase in the corner of the living room.
Daryl didn’t even turn his head to look back at her, instead putting his feet up on the coffee table, “even colder.”
Then she came around to stand next to him on the couch, “ya still cold.”
She sighed walking towards the fireplace.
“Warmer,” he smirked.
She followed it along until she got the Christmas tree.
“Damn you’re hot,” he winked flashing her a toothy smile.
“You said it wasn’t under the Christmas tree,” she grumbled looking under the tree still coming up empty, “what the-”
“I never said it was under the tree,” Daryl corrected her.
“So what it’s on the damn tree somewhere?”
Daryl let out a low whistle as he planted his feet on the floor, “not just a pretty face.”
She flipped him off at the earning a snort from Daryl as he now watched with eager eyes, her own eyes scanning the branches of the tree.
“You best not be messing with me Dixon cause I swear to-”
She stopped as something caught her eye, something that was definitely not a Christmas decoration.
“Daryl,” she whispered, her fingers grasping around the small object that was attached to a branch with string.
“Yeah,” he whispered somehow ending right up behind her without her even noticing.
She turned, clutching onto the object for dear life.
He took the clenched hand in his, turning it over so he could open up her palm, finger by finger. His eyes cast downwards as he took the string off from it, then coming back to meet hers, never had anyone looked at her with such love in all her life like he did.
Carol’s breath hitched in her chest as he took a step back, now dropping to one knee, the sparkling object coming into focus.
The ring he now held up towards her was breath taking, she had no idea where he got that or how much trouble he went to getting it. The fire turned the tiny cut diamonds into dancing flames like the suns morning rays as it peaks over the horizon.
“Carol,” he started already feeling his throat go tight, “Carol, you’re my best friend, my partner, you mean so much more to me than you’ll ever know. There’s no other woman I’m ever going to want to spend my life with, no other woman I’m going to want to wake up next to in the morning, no other woman I would want to have our child. So…Carol will you marry me?”
The tears were already falling by this point and she enthusiastically nodded while spluttering out a yes somewhere in the mix.
He scooped her up into a hug, lifting her effortlessly off the ground as she wrapped herself around him, pressing soft kisses into his neck and collarbone.
When he put her down she could see he was shaking, a tear forming in the corner of his own eye as he took her hand sliding the ring onto her finger.
She pulled him back into an embrace, her hand cradling the back of his head, her mouth pressed against his ear.
“I love you Daryl,” she whispered.
“I love you too,” he murmured back in the crook of her neck.
Carol was wrong, Daryl found that one thing to make her Christmas better than she’d ever hoped for.