Loud Silence Daryl x deaf reader

48. Pig pen

"put me down, please." You pleaded to Daryl sounding out of breath.

Y'all go outside the library seeing Tyreese, Karen, and Carol talking.

"Now that we know what Patrick died from we can treat it, right?" Tyreese was a little on edge holding Karen's hand.

"Y/n what do you suggest we-"

Karen stopped talking seeing your sickly form appear behind Carol holding your chest.

"I suggest separating for now until we know how to cure it. I want everyone to wear a mask(cough cough) or something close to it to further spread this flu."

Daryl had enough and picked you up bridal style, then he was going to put you in a different cell from everyone so that way he could take care of you himself.

Sasha left with her brother and Karen to help them get situated.

"I'll call a meeting later"

"No y/n look at you, you're barley able to talk now without having to cough, you're sweating a lot, and you're pregnant. You should be resting, don't keep pushing yourself, I'll handle things in your absence." Hershal placed his hand on yours.

"Okay"

"Now you Daryl will be wearing a mask, and some gloves."

"Was gonna anyway, goin to go bury the dead ones."

~

After talking with Hershal, Daryl went to take you to another cell away from where they are putting the others.

He layed out some pillows and a small blanket for you, and after getting you comfortable he turned to leave but you cought his hand.

"I want Rosco with Judith, please."

"I will don you worry sunshine."

"And tell Rick to have his gun, to protect himself, I trust him just watch(coughing harshly) over him."

"I will, and I'll come to check up on ya, okay. I love you."

"Love you too."

~
Daryl was now outside digging up the last of the graves to put someone in. His mind was racing all over the place. The thought of you dying with y'all's baby scared him.

Y'all have lost so many in your group, he didn't think he could probably handle it. Deep down he didn't want you to end up like Lori, and have to take care of the baby himself.

He couldn't stop the thought digging up the dirt harshly not noticing Rick walking his way.

Then he turned around seeing Rick. "Glad you were in there."

"Ahh I wasn't much use without my gun."

"Nah you were, all this time you've been off, ya earned it. Wouldn't be here without ya."

"It was all of us."

Rick goes to grab a shovel to help out Daryl dig more graves.

"I almost lost my boy-- who he was. Whatever else this place needs, I'm here for it."

Daryl just looks at him and nods.

"How's y/n, heard she wasn't feeling well."

"She's fine, but.." Daryl couldn't think anything else to say but then remembers what you asked him to tell Rick. "She said to me for you to have your gun on you, she trusts you. Don't argue."

"Fine"

Then when both of them were about to start digging the last grave Maggie comes running.

"Rick, Daryl!"