Fighting for our Future {TWD Daryl Dixon}

15: Screamin' like a Banshee

WARNING: SMUT

It was my fault.

T-Dog and Hershel explained to me what happened to cause Lori's death, and It's my fault. Apparently Shorty never left, and he didn't die when we locked him out of the prison. Instead he tried to sabotage us. He let all the geeks in. He sounded the alarm. He killed Lori.

I should've stayed to make sure he was really dead. If I hadn't walked away with my father. Lori could still be alive. I don't blame him for making me walk away with him, I blame myself for not standing up, for not staying to make sure. That decision to not check, killed Lori. I killed Lori.

Now I am sitting here on the steps of our cellblock with my baby sister in my arms, wanting to do the best I can for her. I know Lori wouldn't want me to blame myself, she would just want me to be safe and happy. That is so hard to do though when the guilt is eating me alive.

I was snapped away from my thoughts when I heard Sophia's voice. "Does she have a name yet?"

I shook my head. "No. I guess she needs one though. We can't just call her 'Little Girl' forever."

"We should name her Banshee, she sure screams like one." T-Dog joked. That comment made a small smile grow on my face. T's not wrong, this baby has a powerful scream.

"We should wait for Dad so we can name her together." Carl looked at me as he said that.

"I don't really think Dad is in a naming mood. I don't think he will be for a while Bud." It's now been a few hours since our little Grimeslette was born, and Dad has been M.I.A.. He's hurting. He's grieving the loss of his wife. However he is acting strange. Glenn told me that he had gone to find my father, and when he finally did find him, he wasn't his normal self. Apparently he didn't even recognize Glenn. So we all decided to leave him alone for a while. "We should at least start thinking of names for her for when Dad does get back."

"I still think Banshee is a good one." T added. Making us all glare at him playfully. "It's just a suggestion."

"What do you think Carl?" I asked.

"I don't know. Maybe Amy....Jacqui....Patricia.....Carol.....Andrea.....Lori?" My heart broke when he said Mom's name. I was now cradling our sister with one arm as I wrapped Carl in the other. Lori told us to take care of each other, and damn it that is exactly what I am going to do.

"Those are all lovely Carl." I reassured him, and he gave me a small smile, but then shook his head.

"No. She doesn't look like any of those." He frowned.

"Don't worry, we'll find a name for her. It may take a minute, but she'll eventually get one." I said, making him nod in agreement. "I guess for now I can just keep calling her our little Grimeslette." I giggled a little.

The baby was now screaming again. She's hungry. I sure hope Daryl and Maggie get back soon, if this little girl doesn't eat soon, she'll die. I tried comforting her, but she won't stop crying.

"Try singing to her." Beth suggested. It's not a bad idea. "Babies usually like that sort of thing, don't they?"

I think they do. I've never been around a baby to find out. I honestly have no idea what I'm doing, but I'm going to help my Dad raise this little girl. I'll help raise her for Lori.

The littlest Grimes is still crying in my arms as I start singing.

"Some people long for a life that is simple and planned, tied with a ribbon. Some people won't sail the sea 'cause they're safer on land, to follow what's written. But I'd follow you to the great unknown, off to a world we call our own."