Not like this. Not like this. Not like this. The same thing went through my head over and over. Not like this. “FUCK,” I yelled, throwing the pregnancy test away from me, as if it was something disgusting. Daryl was going to kill me. Or even fucking worse, leave me to do this shit alone. I knew his brother Merle wasn’t going to be of any help, especially not now while the world was coming to an end.
I heard a knock on the door and I sat straight up immediantly with fear. I couldn’t move. This wasn’t even my damn house, or theirs! We were just trying to get throught Atlanta to find somewhere safe. Fuck, fuck fucking Daryl Dixon!
“Hey, open up. What’s taking you so long?” I swallowed hard but didn’t answer. I knew he was going to leave, I knew how these kinda guys were. Fuckity fuck, we weren’t even friends, I’d known him for a while but not in any way like this. Not since recently at least.
“You okay?” I started to sniff and shook my head although he couldn’t see me. “No,” I whimpered with fear. There were monsters out there, call them what you’d like but in my eyes they were monsters. I sure as hell didn’t want to get bitten by those fuckers any time soon. “Open up, what’s wrong?” “Nothing, nothing is wrong,” I said, rubbing my temples and trying to figure out what to do. “Can I come in?” I shakily stood up and opened to door to let the man in. He took a look at me and knew immediantly there was something wrong. “What’s up?” he asked calmly. I sat on the edge of the tub while I threw a glance at the pregnancy test, he saw it within the second and snapped his head back at me.
“You gonna answer me girl?” Now he was very serious. I already knew what his response was gonne be; “It ain’t mine! What are YOU gonna do about it. YOU have to do something.” At least that was what I expected. “Fuck, alright,” I said softly and stood up. “You’re gonna leave me. I know it damn well Daryl, so let me just finish what I’m going to say. I’m pregnant with your child. Before you ask, yes I’m sure it’s yours because you’re the only person I’ve been with in at least a few months. Just help me pack my bags and drop me off somewhere where I have a chance to survive,” I sighed softly, trying to remain strong. I didn’t need a man. I could do this by myself… Who was I kidding, I needed all the help I could get. But I wasn’t going to admit it.
Daryl just stared at me and I looked away, trying to stop myself from tearing up because I was so afraid of being alone out there. “Alright. Grab your bags, we’re gonna have to find a safe spot for us to stay. You need someone who knows about these kinda things and I’ll be damned if I let you do this on your own.” I looked up at him almost in shock while he stood with his hands crossed before his chest. “I ain’t like the other guys out there sugar. You should know that by now. So remain calm and don’t do anything to hurt our child, you hear me?” I nodded silently and just as he was about to leave the room, I started to cry. He knelt before me and wiped the tears from my eyes with his hands. “No use crying over it, there ain’t nothing we can do. You ain’t got a tummy yet. So let’s get a move on,” he said helping me up. “You’re not going to leave me?” I whispered softly. “Not unless I get bit or killed,” he told me seriously. I couldn’t believe my ears, but he was as serious as what was going on throughout the world right now. “Daryl, I…” I cried and put my arms around his neck while he held me close, letting me release all my emotions and rubbing my back. I guess I might’ve misjudged him, because he was going to take care of us after all.