Our Extinction Event {Daryl Dixon}

The Andersons

Daryl went out with Aaron a few days later. They had decided to head out in search of new people once Daryl got his new motorcycle up and working. It was also the same day Parker's morning sickness decided to hit her full force. She spent the morning curled up beside the toilet, upset that she was stuck there while Glenn got to lead a run group. Since Daryl was gone, she was tempted to ask Glenn to let her go, but she felt like she would throw up her breakfast every time she moved. Rick had gotten back later in the day and found Parker lying on the couch, staring at her stomach as she talked to herself. 

"You know.. future child of mine, you are kicking mommy's ass, you know that? When you finally get here, I'm making sure you're Dad does most of he dirty work for the first few months. He's out there while I'm stuck here throwing up because of you. I'm sitting here while he's out shooting deer or whatever he's doing." She sighed, running her hand over her face, exhausted. "Do you like real food? Or canned food?" Rick couldn't hold in his laugh at her final question, making it known that he was back.

"You alright?" He asked as he walked into the living room.

"No. I feel like shit," Parker groaned, tilting her head back to look at him. "But other than that. I'm great." She sat up, turning a bit so she was facing him. "What about you? I thought you were busy doing all your new police stuff, Constable Rick Grimes."

"I'm taking a break," He shrugged, walking into the kitchen. Parker sighed, falling back into the couch.

"I swear, this baby is driving me crazy."

"You'll be fine," Rick told her, bringing back two cups of water and handing her one. "Just take it easy."

"I've been taking it easy," Parker retorted, taking the cup from him. "I've been here all morning. Well, here and the bathroom. The toilet has become my closest friend. My morning's been fucking shitty. How are things with you and your new job?"

"The usual," He answered. "Patrolling, keeping an eye on everything." Parker stared at Rick as she rested her head on the back of the couch.

"Do you think we're safe here? Daryl told me how you stole some guns."

"Yeah, he didn't take one," Rick nodded his head a bit. "He said he didn't need it. I'm guessing you had something to do with that." She smiled, taking a long drink of water.

"I'd like to think so. He's struggling here, Rick. This isn't what he's used to." She mumbled, picking at the caked-up dirt under her nails.

"None of us are used to this," Rick replied. "But we'll learn."

"Yeah, we will. Soon we will be normal people again," She said in a random accent, catching the face Rick made and then the two started laughing. "I don't know how we can be normal people again."

"No, it doesn't seem possible after what we've been through," Rick agreed, staring out the window as a blonde-haired woman, Jessie, walked past. Someone that he clearly knew.

"But we'll try," Parker whispered, looking down at her stomach.

"Daryl told me you two were getting closer to picking out names," Rick cleared his throat as he changed his focus back to her. "What do you got so far?"

"Alex for a boy, short for Alexander. Alexander Merle Grimes-Dixon, after his brother. I wasn't a huge fan of Merle, but he turned out to be okay in the end. And then for a girl, Juniper Mae Grimes-Dixon. But we've still got a few that are challenging those."

"I like them," Rick smiled, "Why aren't you sure?"

"Cause, Daryl still wants to name the poor thing 'Little Skull Crusher'." She deadpanned, knowing that whatever she said, he would probably call their baby 'Little Skull Crusher' anyway. "That and.. I guess it just reminds us how everything has changed. We were talking about it last night and-" She was interrupted mid-sentence by a knock on the door. She pushed herself up but Rick put a hand on her shoulder, nudging her back a bit.