Post-Apocalyptic Pregnancy (The Walking Dead FANFIC)

Victory, but no feast.

I move around to sit up and find its no longer a struggle, but there's an IV sticking out of my arm l. The bag for it is tied to the handrail on the balcony of the guard tower. Daryl and Pam really are rednecks. I chuckled and realized I didn't have to struggle to breathe!

Daryl was on the staircase asleep. He's gunna get a crick in his neck. I get up and don't even feel dizzy. I hesitate before taking the IV out, but I wanna feel something real. I shudder as I take it out . It continues to drip until I take the needle out, and place it on my cot. I walk slowly and carefully to Daryl and sit next to him. My boy kicks and I rub him. I can tell now where his body is. I wonder if he will be okay. I know it's probably just high hopes, but now I'm sure that I'm having a boy.

I brush Daryl's hair off his forehead and kiss his cheek. His poncho was still on, and his boots were still on. Clearly, he was prepared for something. He startled and his eyes opened and went straight to the door. He sighed with relief and looked straight back at me.

"What're you doin'?" He said confused, and shaking his head.

"Just wanted to say I love you to." I said boldly, and with out restraint.

He smiled, "Pam said you wouldn't hear me." A subtle chuckle followed, then died. "You took the IV out alone?"

"Yeah, but its not too hard ya' know." I reminded him. "Where's Pam?"

"She went back to the Cell block for supplies. I convinced Rick that those men were a danger and I wouldn't let you stay there. Pam wailed on this guy from her old town. It was insane, blood was everywhere. She can pack a punch. I think he said something about her family and a fire. Everyone was really suprised. Rick said that we should stay here till' we get the guy fixed up, and the prison settled. I told him there's no way in hell I'd let you stay in the same building as that bastard." He explained with fire in his eyes. I wasn't weary anymore of this side if him. I beat it. I beat Pdoug. He kept talking so I came back to him.

"Where'd you get that gun?" He asked.

"Oh, it was left in here by an old guard I think. When we first came here I grabbed it." I frowned, "A lot of good it did me though. Didn't really use it even once. " I complained. " How long have I been out?" I pondered.

"Eh. About a day and a half or two at max." He guesstimated.

"Can we go back?" I asked meekly.

"Why the hell would you wanna do that?! And especially after you've just started to recover. Pam would have a heyday. " Daryl continued on until he looked back into my eyes.

"We're going back." I asserted.

"Whatever. It's your ass when Pam sees you. Not mine." He complained some more.

My stomach began to protest in the form of whale calls. Daryl laughed and got up. He grabbed crackers from the pile of supplies and handed them to me.

"Eat slow, Killer. When you've had your fill we'll leave."