✧ 𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐕𝐈𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐒: twd imagines

missing; daryl dixon

( MISSING. )
daryl x fem!reader.

summary:
after scouring every inch of the prison
looking for the missing daryl you find
him cradling the small newborn baby
in his arms. after seeing how good he
is with a baby you couldn't help but
find them cute.

story setting:
in the prison
— season 4

warnings:
pregnancy, swearing

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you searched around the prison, looking in every place you could think of. every small nook and cranny was checked but still, he was nowhere to be found. daryl was missing and you began to grow worried. his brother merle was found dead only a couple of days ago and the stubborn redneck hasn't wanted to talk about it.

seeing as it was a freshly opened wound for him, you decided it would be best if you didn't bring it up. but now that he was gone, you were afraid he may do something stupid or irrational. you asked around, trying to see if anyone knew where he might have run off to, but despite your efforts, you came up dry.

you staggered down the hallway and into the cell block your group had been set up in, thinking maybe he could have come back while you were elsewhere. you went up the stairs when something caught your attention. the faint sound of humming rang in your ears.

you backed off the steps and tried to pinpoint where the lullaby was coming from, that's when your eyes landed on Judith's cell. the humming grew louder and louder as you approched her cell. you peeked in only to see the most adorable sight.

you found the missing daryl with a small infant cradled in his muscular arms. there was something about him caring for the infant that made you think what you just stumbled in on was cute. you leaned against the barred door and watched as he rocked the baby back and forth.

"you're good with her." you pipped up drawing his attention to the entrance. something about his surprised expression told you he wasn't expecting an audience. he stopped his rocking motion and turned his attention elsewhere.

"nah, lil ass kicker started cryin' and no one else was around," he said, placing baby judith back into her crib. though he denied it, you could see in his eyes that he would do anything for the small child. you walked over to him and placed a small peck on his lips.

before this whole apocalypse happened you were looking forward to starting a family of your own. children to care for and protect, now it all seemed like nothing more than a disillusioned dream. though if none of this had happened you would've never met the love of your life.

"ever thought of a child of your own before the world went to shit?" you asked, leaning your weight against him as you looked at the sleeping baby. you could feel the warmth of his skin pressing against you as he shrugged at your question. "nah, never really thought 'bout it before now." he answered.

you placed your hand beneath his scruffy beard and turned his head to face you. "too bad, i think you'll make an amazing dad." you say placing your lips on his. it was a short kiss but it made you smile. you glanced down at his hand resting against your stomach. "only eight more months."

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