Stay With Me

July 16, 5 PM

***Amie's POV***
Shit shit shit shit shit. This is bad. I can't be fucking pregnant. I'm only 19. Fuck fuck fuck! What the hell? Why me? Of all the people left on this planet, why did I have to be the one to be pregnant? What kind of karma god did I piss off this bad? I don't even know how I'm gonna tell Carl. Maggie stayed with me while I cried my eyes dry, and then after that.

"Wh-what am I gonna d-do Maggie? I can't have a b-baby. I'm only 19! I-I can't handle it. And on top of it, we don't know how long this place is gonna be safe. Everywhere used to be safe. But now look. We can't go anywhere. And think about it. Babies are loud. Babies are heavy. Babies and walkers don't mix. I can't do it. I can't. I just can't."
"Does Carl..."
"Know?" She nodded.
"I don't know. I think he knows something. Maybe he thinks I'm on drugs or on my period. Or maybe he thinks I'm going crazy."
"When are you going to to tell him? You know you'll have to eventually."
"I don't know. Soon. I'm still waiting for you to ask the inevitable question."
"Wha- oh. When did you do it anyway?"
"The 14th. In the barn. We spent the night there. And we were naughty."
"That's just. Wow. Really? Why? I- jus- no words. How old are you again?"
"Nineteen. I know. It was a birthday present. Actually it was the second one. But the first one was more of a 'I love you and want you forever' gift. But ya know."
"Sure. Do you want me to make your life easier?"
"No. I need to be the one to tell him. This was our fuck up. Thank you though, Maggie. I do appreciate it."
"Sure. I'm gonna leave you to rest. You've had a long day."
As soon as the door clicked, I ran to the dresser and grabbed a towel from the drawer. I started wiping my legs off, feeling disgusted with myself. I grabbed the pair of pajama pants that was sitting on the bedside table and pulled them on over the cuts.
***Carl's POV***
I felt robotic. I did chores, moving as little as possible. I had a conversation with my mom. After a little while, I ended up sitting on a log by the fire pit poking the ashes with a stick. I heard footsteps approaching. My hand twitched at my knife until I realized that it was just Daryl.
"What's the problem Mini-me?"
"Mini-me? Where'd you come up with that?"
"You're my mini badass. But you didn't answer my question. Why so robotic?"
"I got in a fight with Amie. I said some things that I shouldn't have. She has been really sensitive lately. She just lost her best friend and I just feel like I messed up more than I'm capable of fixing. I need to give her something. I need to make it up to her."
"Woah. Okay. What about sex? Sex fixes everything."
"No. I'm pretty sure sex was the cause of the problem." It was silent for a minute.
I don't get what you're say- oh. I get it now. When did you...? "
"The other night in the barn," I said, blushing furiously.
"Awwwww. Someone's all embarrassed. That's cute. I was a lot like you when I was your age. When I was fifteen, I had this girlfriend named Jessica. Everyone called her Jess. The day she turned 15, we had our first kiss. Her daddy was the classic redneck 'touch my little girl I'll kick your ass' type. And that's what he did. I've still got a scar from that asshole's bullet."
"That's nice. What does that have to do with my situation?" I asked impatiently.
"I don't know. That if her dad were around you'd be dead?" He said it more as a question than an answer.
"Whatever you say, Daryl. Thanks for trying to help. I appreciate it. A lot."
"Any time Mini-me."
"And please stop calling me Mini-me."
"Okay Mini-me."
"Daryl."
"Okay. I'll stop."
"Thank you."
I decided to go talk to Amie. I waved at Beth and Maggie in the kitchen. I jogged up the stairs to the door for the spare bedroom. I hesitated for a minute.
"Knock knock."
"Come in," Amie said after a minute. I walked in to see her laying on the perfectly made bed. Odd.
"Since when do you make beds?"
"I don't know. I was bored."
"I understand. Surprisingly, poking the ashes with a stick is fun. Not to sound like I'm interrogating you, but why are you in sweats? It's a hundred degrees out. And last time I saw you you were wearing shorts. Very attractive shorts, I might add."
She blushed. That was from the last part. But the fact that she was avoiding eye contact was alarming.
"No. Babe you didn't." I ran over to her and pulled her into a bone crushing hug. I felt her tears drip on my shoulder. She was sobbing.
"I-i'm so so-sorry. I was upset over what h-happened. I- it's bad Carl. I-i almost went t-too d-d-deep." She buried her head in the crook of my neck. I sat on the bed and held her on my lap, rocking us back and forth while she cried. I heard someone call for dinner. We both ignored it. Until there was a knock on the door.
"Unless they prepared a three course feast, I really don't care. This is too good to let go of."
We sat in silence for another minute. I heard Amie sigh.
"C-carl?"
"Yeah baby?"
She was silent for another minute.
"I-i'm pregnant."
***A/N***
Er. Mah. Gerd. That just happened. Long chapter!!!! 973 words. Because I love you that much. The next chapter is like 2000. Can I please get more votes? I would really appreciate it. It kind of reminds me of my Instagram. So anywho, follow vote and comment!