I'll Always Find You (A Daryl Dixon X Reader)

Prologue: Part TWO

The days that followed came and went quickly. Just two weeks before school was out, Mr. Dixon had a heart attack and died. Daryl had decided that was his moment. He didn't want to wait any longer. He hopped on his motorcycle and he left town with nothing more than a quick peck to my lips and a promise to come back for me. He called me nearly everyday at the beginning. Then slowly over the weeks the calls became less and less. I knew he was traveling so service was spotty, but sometimes I caught myself questioning our relationship. I worried that he didn't really want the long distance like he had hinted at.

I had started to feel sick within those weeks. I stayed home from school, and nothing seemed to be helping. My assumed stomach bug became worse when my breasts became tender, and then I realized I had missed my period. I had snuck out to the corner store and brought home a pregnancy test to take. I sat in the bathroom, nearly holding my breathe, twiddling my fingers together waiting for the result to appear on the test. I turned it over and a small gasp and sob fell from my mouth.

It was positive. What was I going to do now?

I paced in my room and I dialed the familiar phone number in my speed dial. It rang once and then it began to speak.

    "The number you are trying to reach is out of service or has been disconnected. Please try again later."

    "Are you shitting me?" I cursed and huffed. I tried again just to be sure I dialed it right. Only to get the same message. "Shit."

    "Y/n, can you come down here for a minute?" My mother's voice called up to me.

    "I'll be down in a minute." I called back to her. "I'll try again later..." I told myself as I set my phone on my bed.

I walked out from my room and I walked down the staircase and into the kitchen where my Mother and Father were waiting for me. They both looked a little concerned which was strange for them. I shrugged it off and sat at the counter.

    "Hi, whats up?" I asked.

    "What's up? What's up? Is that really all you have to say for yourself, missy?" My Dad stated as he crossed his arms over his chest.

    "Easy, darling." My mother said as she placed her hand on his arm. "Y/n, we needed to speak with you. We found something in the downstairs bathroom and we are hoping it's not yours. Maybe perhaps, you just had a friend over. But we need for you to tell us the truth." She explained as she pulled out the wrapping to the pregnancy test and laid it out on the counter. I gulped seeing it, thinking I had put it all away in the trash.

    "Mom, I..." I began and tears started flowing down my face. "I'm so sorry. I'm sorry. It's mine." I cried.

    "How could you be so irresponsible?" My father huffed and looked at me with a disappointed and angry expression. "I can't believe you did this. You were such a bright girl with a bright future that has been flushed down the drain because of your stupidity."

    "I'm sorry..." I whimpered.

    "That's all I hear is I'm sorry. Maybe you should have kept your damn legs closed! Oh, that reminds me. Who's the father?" He demanded.

    "F/n..." My Mother said quietly. Dad shot her a look and she closed her mouth.

    "Girl, I asked you a question."

    "I don't know." I stated firmly.

    "You don't know?" Dad scoffed.

    "No."

    "I ain't having no whore living in my house. Pack your shit and get out. Best be gone by the end of the day. And you ain't taking nothing that I paid good money for." He said and walked away.