Angel Wings || Daryl Dixon Love Story ||

Hold Your Breath

"It hurts!" I cry as I clutch on I my bulging belly. "Oh god, fuuucck! This hurts!"

"What's goin' on?!" Daryl yells at James who stands there wide eyed at the back door. Daryl growls, waiting impatiently for an answer. "Th' hell man! I'm talkin' te ye! This is my wife that's in pain!"

James still stands there, gaping at the door. Ivan answers, huskily exhaling one word. "Walkers."

We turn to see the bunch of walkers heading towards the sliding glass door. I grasp onto Daryl's coat as he scoops me up. Just as we exit the front door, the walkers began pounding on the glass looking for a way in. Ivan started up the car with Michonne in the passenger seat, the rest of us in the back.

"Where do to want us to go to?!" Ivan shouted, turning out of the driveway and quickly out of the neighborhood.

"Fuck, I don't know, man! Outta here or somethin'! A safe place!" Daryl demanded. He turned his attention to James, the doctor staring at me in confusion."What's wrong with her?"

"My stomach! God, it hurts like hell! And my back..." I moan, sweat dripping down my face. My hands still clutch onto Daryl.

"Abbey? Does it feel like your baby?" James hand slowly rose upon my bump.

Daryl immediately saw this, smacking the young man's hand off of me with a scowl. "Hands off 'er!"

"Daryl." I growl. "Not now. He's tryin' to help me."

James still investigates me, studying careful. "Does anyone have a rag and water? She needs to cool down."

Daryl hands him a rag from his pocket, a red bandana to be exact as Michonne turns around to give him a bottle of water. I motion towards my heavy winter coat in which Daryl responds and takes it off. It felt refreshing to have that off in the somewhat cool air.

"Take this." he hands me the water and some Ibuprofen. I gladly take it, swallowing the pills and then chugging the water.

Daryl then took the damp cloth from him as he began dabbing it over my face. "Feel better, sweetheart?"

"A little." I croak, still holding on to me aching abdomen. "What in the hell was that?"

"You might have just gone into early labor." James leaned over to hand the water to Daryl. Daryl opened it, taking a swig and then offering me some. "Very few woman go through that a couple of times, sometimes having a premature birth. You being one of them."

"Great." I frowned, sitting up with Daryl's help. The pain was slowly fading away, helping me relax more.

I could see Michonne's facial expression change in the mirror as she turned around the face the three of us. "You think you and the other doctors can handle a premature baby?"

He nodded repeatedly. "Of course. We would just need her to be at the hospital 34 weeks in her pregnancy. Plus, she really needs to relax."

"God dammit." Daryl muttered. "I knew this was a bad idea."

I exhaled, angirly, facing my husband with frustration. "You really need to stop worrying. It's not like I'm going to die."

His direction swung towards the moving car window. His hands fumbled around on my leg, reaching towards my hand. "I wish I could stop carin' but I can't. Yer too god damn stubborn."

I let out a snicker as he gripped my hand, our fingers intertwining. I tilt my head on his shoulder, Daryl's arm wrapping around me. He pulled me towards him, kissing my forehead. I closed my eyes, resting in his arms.

The car jolted to a halt, the sun beginning to set on this long day. My eyes fluttered open to see we had pulled up to a small motel. It was the old one in town with gates, a small pool near a playground, and a fifteen room building.