You sat there and watched as the clock ticked by, for this morning he asked for a simple list and you provided, asking Rick to secretly find you the one thing you needed, for without it you were losing your mind. You heard the car, and saw the headlights from your seat on the porch, and after they turned off you didn't move. Normally you would have went running towards the car and collided with the passenger, however here you were watching him help his best friend carry someone to Denise. After a few seconds though you saw his friend emerge again and slowly start towards you, you rose as he approached the steps, "Tough day?"
"Yup." His hand went towards his back pocket
"Gonna do it again tomorrow?"
"Yup." He placed the box in your hand, and you weakly smiled at him.
"He didn't see me take it, he is staying over with Denise for a while, just until we get this asshole patched up."
"Thank you." You smiled weakly before wrapping him into a hug, which he returned.
However neither of you saw that Daryl was standing on the porch, cigarette lit, and watching you hug him and not him, and then watched as you ran into the house.
After half an hour you finally gained enough courage to walk into the tiny bathroom and look your fate in the eye.And there it was, looking at you with it's evil pink eyes. You couldn't help the tears that slowly started to drip from your eyes, this was fucking idiotic. You may have had Denise, but this was the zombie apocalypse, not ideal baby producing circumstances. Lori was the perfect example of that, and here you were, the third person in the group to get knocked up.
You heard the door open and close, and knowing you would alarm him if you came out a crying wreck, you wiped your eyes, and thought to yourself, 'I hope the crazy redneck wants a kid.'
"[Y/N]!" He yelled as you opened the door and walked out, test still on the counter as you looked at him, his dark eyes, and hair, which you prayed your child would have one day if they even made it, he looked gruff in that moment, no doubt from the rough day they had had. He dropped the backpack on the ground and grunted at you, "What are we doing here?"
"What?" You looked at him confused, however his voice never changed.
"You and me.... What are we doing?"
"Well I just took a leak, and you just got home. So now we will...."
"We won't be doing nothing, you don't think I can't see what is going on here, with you and the Sheriff there?"
"Daryl.... nothing is..."
"You know somethin', why am I even wasting my time right now, get out." He growled as he stormed towards you and pushed past you to get to the kitchen.
"So that's it, no talking, no discussion, you just are kicking me out without a second thought?"
"I said leave." He growled.
"No there is no way in hell I am...."
"Just go!" He raised his voice, and looked at you as though he would slit your throat. He never yelled at you, or looked at you this way, tears once again forming in your eyes as you ran from the house, and to the only house where someone knew what you feared.
Michonne opened the door, her eyes filling with concern when she saw the tears running down your face. Her arms springing around you as you shook and then you whimpered through the tears, "he hates me, the father of my child hates me."
