Miranda's pov
I cradle the tiny baby, my body aching and my head feeling lightheaded. I smile though when Jason sits beside me. "We need to name her." He says. I nod. "I've got the perfect name." "And what's that?" He asks, kissing me. "Alex. She was born in Alexandria after all." He chuckles. "You're right. That is perfect." He says.
Jason's pov
I meet Daryl in the hall. "How is she?" "They're both fine." I say, "Baby's name is Alex." He smiles. "Merle would kill to be here right now." He says with a sad sigh. "He died trying to save the world. He was a good man." I say honestly. He was just looking out for her, trying to keep her away from me. My mind flashes back to the map with the message written on it. Sorry I was an asshole. Come to D.C. The new world needs Jason Aldean. Only there isn't a new world. They failed. Eugene is dead. They didn't even make it to D.C. All hope for a cure is gone. My baby girl could get infected and I wouldn't be able to save her. I shake the bad thoughts and walk home getting it ready for when the baby comes home.
*a few days later*
Miranda's pov
I shake my head trying not to laugh as Jason practices knife techniques with Michonne and Aaron. He spins the knife and thrusts it, looking so big and bad that I bust out laughing and he hears me and turns around. A smile on his face as he waves. "Lookin' good honey." I call. He laughs. "Oh you think that's good." He says, tossing the knife at the target and hitting it dead on! He stares at it surprised. "Wow, I got it!" He gasps, making me laugh again. I shake my head and take Alex inside. I lay her in her crib then walk out to meet them. "Oh hey I forgot to tell you. Aaron says I will be this town's constable." "You? A cop?" I gape, surprised. "Yeah me and Michonne." I hear a chuckle behind me. I turn around. Daryl. "Sounds like something Rick would be." He says. Oh that poor man. Torn apart by his own son. "Who-" "Don't ask." I mumble. "Okay?" I walk back inside. Daryl bringing up Rick bummed me out. The door opens and seconds later Jason's sitting beside me. "Baby, what happened back there?" He asks. "Rick's just.... A friend of ours.... That died and I miss him." I mumble. "From walkers right?" I nod. "His kid got bit, turned and attacked Rick." I explain, teary eyed. "And Rick was a cop that's why Daryl said-" He stops me with a kiss. "Don't talk about it. It obviously upsets you." I bite my lip, feeling bad for annoying him about his past. Which he never did tell me but I won't pester him about it. I lay my head on his shoulder. "It's weird. We're living normal life again." I whisper. He smiles. "Yeah, our little girl is gonna live a normal life now too." He says, gladly.
*later*
*in her dream*
I pull the blanket tighter around Alex while hiding in the abandoned building. I see Jason's silhouette outside holding a knife protectively and guarding where we're hiding. "Jason, where are we?" I whisper. He turns around. "Babe what are you doing here?!" He cries, his eyes wide, the knife falling from his hand. A few walkers stumble toward him. "Look out!!" I scream, almost dropping Alex. "Wha?" He turns around and screams as the walkers attack him. "No!!!! Jason!!!!" I scream, horrified. "Run!" He chokes out.
Jason's pov
I hear someone screaming and grab my gun. "What's going on?!" I cry, jumping up. But then I realize Miranda's having a nightmare. I hold her in my arms. "Baby wake up! You're dreaming! It's not real!" But she won't wake up!!
Miranda's pov
As I'm running, I hear his pain filled screams! My legs shaking and weak. I stop running. I'm not leaving him like that! I run back and take the walkers out. "Jason!" I whimper, hitting my knees beside him. "Baby?" He chokes out, opening his eyes. "Yeah, I'm here." I whimper, clutching the knife he was holding earlier. "I'm so sorry." I whimper. His grip loosens on my hand and his eyes flutter closed. "At least.... I died.... By the woman I love." He chokes out. Then he stops breathing and I know he's dead. I shakily clasp the knife then Daryl puts a hand on my shoulder, a sad look on his face. "Get Lil asskicker outta here. I'll take care of him." I break down and take off running again.
Jason's pov
She still won't wake up so I took her to the clinic. They don't know what to do either though. "Jason?" She whimpers. "I'm here baby." I gasp, grabbing her hand. "Look out!" She gasps, opening her eyes. "Baby." She sits up quickly hugging me.
Miranda's pov
My chest pounds. "Y-You're alive." I choke out. "Yeah of course I'm alive." He says, holding me tight. "What happened?" I whimper. "I'm guessing a nightmare." He says. I lay back down in the gurney. "Nightmare. It had to have been." I say, breathless and thankful. We get back home and Daryl was watching Alex for us. "She okay?" He asks. I sigh, looking at the ground. Jason squeezes my hand and nods. "She's fine." He says. He leaves and I sit on the couch. No way I'm going back to sleep after that. "What was that dream about?" He asks, sitting beside me. I try to fight the tears but they slip out. He pulls me into his lap where I cry into his chest.
Jason's pov
"It was horrible. The worst was I didn't know I was dreaming so I thought you really died." I died? "You got attacked by walkers and I couldn't save you." "It's okay hun, I didn't get attacked. I'm fine. It was just a bad dream." "Thank God!" She gasps, hugging me tight and crying. Someone knocks on the door. Before I even get up, Brantley walks through the door. I smile. "Hey bro." He waves. "This place is definitely something I can get used to." He says. I nod. He's still got the biker look. Even in an apocalypse. He's got the rings and chains and black leather jacket. "B, only you would worry about fashion in a walker apocalypse." I tease. He laughs and nods. "And only you Asphalt cowboy would cling to that hat for dear life." He says, pointing. Yeah I never take my cowboy hat off except when I'm asleep or well.... Intercourse. I laugh just thinking about it. She's fallen back asleep. I'll probably stay up to make sure she doesn't have any more nightmares. "So is there a purpose for you being here?" I ask, teasingly. "Crashing on your couch." He says. I roll my eyes. "The couch is all yours my friend." I take my wonderful wife up to our room and lay her in the bed. I hope she doesn't have any more nightmares.
