Angel Wings || Daryl Dixon Love Story ||

Out in the Open

2 Months Later...

"I still can't believe I allowed this." Daryl muttered, shoving his bag in the truck as I handed him mine.

I glanced over at Michonne, James, and Ivan heading over with their bag, handing each of their's to Daryl. I watched as they climbed into the dark Honda, waiting for Daryl and I to start up the car.

The others walked out, staring us down as we were ready to head on our mission. Rick gave me a questionable look, one eyebrow cocking up, confused. He gave me the typical look of uncertainty, his hands on his waist, his head tilted to the side.

"Are you sure about doing this? I could go with instead." Rick questioned.

"Rick." I gave him a warning tone. "You have two children of your own to take care of, remember?"

Carol looked very concerned, her hand clasped to the side of her face. "You can't do this, Abbey. What about the baby?"

I gave a small laugh as I rested my hand on my now bulging abdominal. After two month, it was definitely noticeable that I had a baby on the way. "Don't you worry. I got Michonne and Daryl. I think the baby is in good hands."

"Daryl, are you sure about this? You don't have anything to say about the safety of your wife and baby?" Maggie insisted, clutching onto her three month pregnant belly.

"I don't agree with it but this damn woman is on my tail about it day in n' day out. What de ye want me te do?" I glanced up as him, a small smirk rising upon his face.

"Well, stay safe." Rick said, hesitantly.

"We always do." I replied, waving goodbye to the rest of our group. We hop inside the car as Daryl starts it up.

"We're half empty on gas. Damn." Daryl mutters as he pull out at the opening of the gate. I watch as Rick shuts it tight after we left the perimeter.

"Don't worry." I ease. "Myrtle Beach is about six hours from here. We should be fine for a bit.

"We might as well look for a bunch of cars then. When we find them, then we stop." Michonne says.

I feel bad for her, scrunched up in the back between two men. Daryl, Michonne, and Ivan were strong. They could knock a few heads together if needed. James, on the other hand, was a doctor. He knew what medicine and supplies we needed. He also knew a lot about pregnancy, I didn't.

It was early morning, the sun appearing on the frosty horizon. Georgia usually didn't get snow but there were light dustings of snow sprinkled on the ground. We needed more warm clothing, the run last month only did us some good, but not enough. January was always the coldest month, no matter where you live.

I noticed a few walkers, slowly slumping around. The cold slowed them down. Thank goodness too because this cold weather was slowing us down as well. I unwind in my seat, propping my legs next to me on my seat. My right elbow, my arm now healed, rests upon the windowsill as my right hand is tucked under my chin. My left hand finds its way to my stomach, laying on my baby.

There was still no movement but it felt like I had butterflies in my stomach. Apparently, I'm not suppose to feel my baby kick until two more months from now. I was ready to get this thing out of me. I was so tired of the throwing up and the cramping. I rub my temples with my thumb and forefinger as I let out an exhausted sigh.

"Ye should get some rest." Daryl answered my exhaustion, his eyes still glued to the road.

"Hm. Okay." I nodded, shutting my eyes tightly. I let out a small yawn, drifting off to sleep in the uncomfortable passenger's seat.