𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐄, daryl dixon

𝘹𝘹𝘹. 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘥

CHAPTER THIRTY
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"WHEN WERE YOU planning on telling me?" I asked. This news that I may have his child kinda seemed like something I would want to know about. Not like there were any stores left to buy a plan B at, but we could have at least tried to find a pharmacy. Was this the whole reason he was being so distant lately? After all this time of worrying that I had done something to upset him.

"Sooner or later." He said. Maybe he didn't understand how deep this shit was. I was more than likely pregnant meaning that during the last few weeks of the term, I won't be able to defend myself against anything. I wanted to yell at him, tell him he should have told me sooner, but what good would that do?

This was all a huge mistake that should have never happened. None of this should have happened. There was still a small chance that still without using contraception I wasn't pregnant but that chance was slim. I wasn't ready to have a child.

Not in this world. I can't bring a child into this horrid world knowing that it won't survive. Just look at what happened to Judith. A baby like that can't survive on its own, not without someone to protect them. Not to mention the noise, the crying would make them a bigger target. Anyway, I looked at it, having a child would only make it harder on me.

I can not bear to lose another child. Losing one was hard enough, losing my flesh and blood would be devastating. "We have to find a plan B, right now." I abruptly stood from the log ready to venture into the walker infested towns just so I wouldn't have to carry his child. It takes at least ten days for me to become pregnant, and even though the clock was ticking I still had time.

Since this was both of our mistakes I was expecting him to be on board with me. "What are you waiting for?" I asked, seeing him unhurried sitting on the log. Of course, he would be the one who wanted to take his sweet time, he wasn't the one who had to carry the child in them for another nine months.

"We can't." He said. "Look, you just found out about all this, take some time to think." Think, that's what I needed to do right now? What a load of bullshit. What the hell was that supposed to mean, did he want me to carry his child? "What, you want to have a baby?" I asked in somewhat of an annoyed tone. When he didn't object to my question I figured I was right.

"You said it yourself that night was a mistake, this thing inside me wasn't supposed to happen." I gestured to my stomach seeing if I could get through to him. Figuring him out was like trying to figure out a busted Rubik's cube. It was impossible. This is something we should have discussed long before now. Why he wanted this supposed child in the first place was another mystery.

He had never even mentioned the fact he wanted a child, let alone wanted me to carry it. "It's your call." He said. In the end, it was my choice whether I wanted to go out and risk my life for something that may stop the pregnancy or risk my life trying to protect it. Either way wasn't looking good. Now it was up to me to choose what I wanted to do.

Maybe he was right, thinking was the best thing to do now. Rushing to an outcome would do me no good. Apart from me didn't want to kill it. Grace was the sweetest little girl and she is only dead because I didn't know what was happening. A lot has happened since that day and I am capable of protecting now.

Now stuck in this split situation of whether I wanted to go through with it or not I couldn't choose. "We still have a few days," I said. Meaning I will still have time to think about what I wanted to do. The more I thought about it the more confused I got. I let out an annoyed sigh and took my seat on the stump.

There was no point in asking for his option since that was already out in the open. "Why, why do you want a child?" I asked. He didn't seem like the type of guy who would stay and help raise a newborn. "Little ass-kicker." He answered. Referencing back to Rick's dead infant. Back at the prison, I would sometimes catch a glimpse of him with the baby cradling in his arms. Rocking her gently back and forth.

Admittedly I found it rather cute, the way a big tough man was caring for a small infant. From all that time he spent with her, I guess it was only natural to want to have a child to call his own. The last spark of embers popped before all that was left was small chunks of charred wood. "I'll think about it," I said. Now we both had something to think about.

As if it was on cue, the other three members of our small group approached the coal pit. Rick seemed to be all set, he had a bandage wrapped neatly around his arm that helped slow the bleeding. "We have to keep moving," Rick commanded. And with that order we were back to walking, we had to be getting close to our final destination, Terminus.