𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐲; 𝐭𝐰𝐝

𝟐𝟐

Rory

"I know how to hold a gun." I look at Shane. Of course I knew how to hold a gun, Rick taught me the basics when I was Carl's age.

"Ok, show me." I properly took my stance and held the gun how I was showed.

"Good job kid." He patted my back a little and walked away. I rolled my eyes before making sure the safety was off. I had never shot a gun, because I never needed to.

When I hit Carl's age I started to stay home alone more. Rick decided to show me how to use a gun, in case something had happened.

It took me a couple of tries before I hit the can on the post. I gave myself a smile, Rick placed the can back up on the post.

"Good job Rory!" I kept going for a little, until I got tired.

"Alright Rick, I'm gonna go sit down." I pointed to the truck. He nodded and turned his attention back to Beth. I sat in the passenger seat of the truck, enjoying the alone time.

I only sat in there for about an hour, hour and a half before Rick decided to head back. Andrea and Shane decided to stay back.

"Look at the sunset." I pointed as we moved past the trees. Carl looked up to the sky that was orange and pink.

"It's pretty." We pulled into the farm driveway.

"Rory, if you wanna come see daddy now, you can." Beth said. I nodded, waving to Carl as I followed them.

"Daddy, Rory wants to know if you'll take a look at her." Beth said once we walked into the house.

"Of course, the baby." He looked down at me and I nodded.

"Beth, go get the machine, Rory, if you'll follow me, that would be great." We walked into the room where Carl laid when he was shot, where Daryl laid when he was shot.

At least I'm not shot.

Beth came into the room with a bottle of something and a nice sized machine. She sat them both on the bed beside me before leaving the room.

"If you'll lift your shirt for me." I pulled the fabric up, tucking it under my bra. He poured the cold gel on my stomach before grabbing the wand on the machine, which I'm guessing is to a portable ultrasound.

"Alright, here we are." He moved the wand around, looking at the screen.

"Oh, uh."

"What is it? Are they ok?"

"You know you're with twins?" He raises his brows at me and I nod.

"Ok, cause that's what I was seeing. They both look to be perfectly fine, I think I can make out the genders. Would you like to know them." I bit my lip, did I want to know? Or did I want it to be a surprise?

"No." Was all I said. he nodded before taking a small towel and wiping off the wand. He turned it off before wiping my stomach. I pulled down my shirt and sat up.

"You look to be six months, maybe six and a half. You do need to be eating more though." He said and I nodded. I don't think food is a problem right now, with getting fresh eggs every day, and the highway helped us with canned things.

"Thank you Hershel. It means a lot to me." I give him a smile before walking out of the house. I went and sat down by in a chair by the fire.

"Was everything ok?" Carl asks and I nod.

"He said they were fine, but I need to eat more." I frown a little. I always had some trouble with making myself eat. When I was full, I was full and there was no way to change my mind.

"Well, you gotta because we want the babies to be healthy." He said and I nodded once more. I adverted my attention over to Daryl. He sat outside of his tent around the little fire he made.

"You should go talk to him." Carl pushed me. I gave him a confused look.

"You look like you wanna talk to him, so go talk to him." He pushed my shoulder. I mutter 'fuck' under my breath before looking at him.

"Stop growing up and paying attention to things." I tell him. He laughs a little while I stand up and make my way towards the older man.

I stepped on a branch, which alerted him. He snapped his head up to me, his hand going to his knife.

"Oh, just you." He went back to what he was doing, which looked like sharpening some sticks.

"Don't sound so excited." I say playfully. I sat down on the ground in front of him. He shook his head a little, a ghost of a smile on his face.

"Whatcha need?" I shrugged my shoulders.

"I was bored, haven't talked to you in a while." In other words, I missed you.

"Well, we probably ain't gonna be doing much talking." Like usual, but I was fine with that.

"That's ok." I say softly. I look back down at the flame that he had. I would take anything I could get from Daryl.

"Carol told me to not go out there." He spoke up after about 5 minutes. "Said she didn't want to lose me either."

"Some people care about you Daryl, Lori and Shane might not, but the rest of us do." I said truthfully. It was no secret that Lori or Shane didn't like Daryl.

I bite my lip as he looked up at me.

"It's not a bad thing," I started. "letting people in."

"How would you know. You're a social butterfly." he says and i scoff.

"You wouldn't be saying that if you knew me before all this. I had one friend, her name was Deja. I guess you could kinda count her boyfriend as a friend, but we didn't really talk. One when Deja was around." He looked at me, then back down to my stomach.

"We went to a party one night. Rick was just shot," I can't believe I was about to tell someone this. He would be the first person I let know. "She had convinced me to go to a party at her boyfriends frat. I trusted deja, she would never leave me alone, and she didn't. I told her to go, I guess that was my mistake in the end. We were dancing, left our drinks with her boyfriend. They'd been dating for a while now, so I also trusted him. But when he wasn't looking his friend slipped something into my drink." I stopped, I had tears in my eyes. Hopefully he got what I was trying to get to.

"M'sorry that happened. It wasn't your fault, at all. That dude was a piece of shit." He told me. I wiped the tears from my face.

"You're the first person I told that too." I rest my chin on my knees.

"Really?" I nod my head. He didn't say anything, and looked back to the ground. He looked to be in deep thought.

"My dad," he started "he wasn't a good man. After my mom died, he beat me and Merle. That's how I got all those scars. When Merle left for the army, no one was there to protect me. That's why I have a hard time letting people in."

"You're dad was a piece of shit, but not everyone is gonna be like him. I promise." I tell him. I move a little closer to him. We didn't say anything, just sat in silence. I felt a lot better, finally being able to tell someone.

they're getting there...