Title: Long Lost
Main Characters: Simon/OFC (other characters will be mentioned a lot but none will have much of a backstory besides these two.)
POV: Third Person
Warnings: Smut, Fluff, Cursing
Summary: Alexandria prepares for a battle
Notes: This chapter is fairly short. I’ve been pretty busy this last week and will continue to be busy unfortunately. I’m going to work on the next chapter as often as I can to get it posted ASAP.
“Quarantine? For how long?” Amber asked. “Could be up to a week. Denise said we need to give the illness time to incubate before we’ll know for sure.” Amber sighed. “Well I guess I don’t have a choice.” Rick walked Amber home. When they arrived he put a hand on Amber’s shoulder. “Someone will come and check on you a few times a day, ok?” Amber nodded and headed inside. “Goodnight, Rick.” Amber entered her home and sighed loudly. Fucking quarantine? This was gonna suck. Amber felt fine the rest of the night, just a little run down but she had been hit in the head with a large rifle so that was most likely the cause. The next morning after a quick visit from Denise, Amber got sick again. “Goddammit.” She said to herself as she cleaned up. What the hell was going on? That day seemed to go on forever. She was so tired and kept throwing up. She was starting to worry that something terrible was actually wrong with her. The third day of quarantine was more of the same. She threw up several times and was ridiculously tired. She also noticed that she was incredibly moody. “Maybe I’m getting my period.” She thought. Amber went upstairs to the bathroom and looked under the sink to make sure she had enough tampons. When she looked in the box though, it was odd. She quickly counted the tampons. “How are there so many in here. I’ve been using these for three months now.” Just then it hit her. She gasped and dropped the box, spilling the tampons on the bathroom floor. She hadn’t gotten her period in two months, that’s why there were so many tampons left. Amber started to hyperventilate. She sat down on the edge of the bathtub and tried to take deep breaths. Later that night Amber snuck out of her house and made her way to the infirmary. She knew that Denise left the windows unlocked so she used the window closest to the supply room as her entry. Once inside Amber slowly and quietly made her way into the supply room and looked through the shelves until she found what she was looking for. She grabbed the pink and blue box and just stared at the words ‘pregnancy test’ in the top right corner until she heard someone moving about upstairs. She quickly stuffed the box into the pocket of her hoodie and climbed back out the window and ran back to her house. She quickly tore open the box and pulled out three wrapped tests. “Well, might as well be sure.” Amber used all three. The box said the results would take five minutes. Amber set the tests down on the sink and walked into her bedroom and sat on the edge of the bed. She looked at the clock. 1:02AM. She just sat there thinking. What was she going to do? What if something happened to Simon? What if Negan comes and takes her back to the Sanctuary to make her his wife? These and a million other questions raced through Amber’s mind as she sat with her head in her hands. She looked over at the clock again. 1:09AM. “Fuck.” Amber took a deep breath and went into the bathroom. She grabbed the first test and closed her eyes, taking a few more breaths before looking down at it. A plus sign. She looked at the second one. Another plus sign. The third, another plus sign. Her heart sank. She just collapsed on the bathroom floor and cried herself to sleep.
The silence in the room was deafening. Simon just stood there, his eyes slightly wide. Rick looked to Simon then to Amber. “Amber, are you sure? Did you talk to Denise?” Rick asked. Amber nodded. “I snuck into the infirmary a few nights ago and took a box of pregnancy tests. I used all three. I’m sure.” Rick nodded. “Ok, well we need to get you to Hilltop. They have an ultrasound machine there. That’s where Maggie goes for check ups. We’ll take good care of you.” Simon still had yet to say anything which was making Amber nervous. She touched his arm lightly. “Babe, are you ok?” Simon just blinked. “We went to all those doctors. Those specialists. They all said it was impossible for you to get pregnant.” He said softly. A year or so after they had gotten married they started trying to have kids. But when Amber didn’t get pregnant they went to a fertility specialist. Then another. Then another. Six in total. All of them had different answers as to what was wrong but the conclusions were all the same; there’s no way Amber could get pregnant. She shrugged a bit. “My body picked a hell of time to start to cooperating.” Simon moved so he could sit on the stairs and put his head in his hands. Amber sighed softly. “Rick, could we get some privacy.” Rick nodded. “Of course. Hey…” He pulled Amber into a hug. “Everything is gonna be ok.” Amber returned the hug and smiled. “Thanks, Rick.” He smiled and turned and walked outside, shutting the door behind him.