The Dixons And Me - The Walking Dead FanFiction

Chapter Sixty Eight

Ellie's POV

Sam was just stood there in shock, as I was holding onto my big bump in immense pain. This baby was coming and it was coming now. This wasn't a false alarm. This was real...I'm really having a baby...With Daryl Dixon...Of all the men...

"Sam." I say through gritted teeth and she seems to snap out of whatever daze she was in.

She rushes over to me and wraps an arm around my shoulder and I wrap my arm around her waist, my other hand resting on my bump.

We quickly but carefully make our way inside the prison and all eyes land on us. I look across to one table and see Daryl quickly stand up and run over to us.

"Wha' happend?! Are ye' alrigh'?!" He asks quickly and I take deep breaths and nod my head.

"Baby Dixon is coming." Sam says with a shaky voice and Daryl's eyes widen.

He gently picks me up bridal style and I groan in pain as he walks over to the cell block we are using as an infirmary. He walks into an empty cell and gently lays me down on one of the beds. He kneels on the ground and holds my hand.

"Yer gunna be fine. Everythin' is gunna be fine." Daryl keeps muttering over and over again.

Hershel, Beth and Maggie run in with equipment.

I notice Sam hangs back, keeping her distance from Beth.

I go to call her name but instead I cry out in pain.

"FUCKING DIXON!"

Maggie puts a hand on my shoulder and squeezes it gently as she lowers my upper body and Beth elevates my legs with pillows.

"I'm just gonna take your pants off now, okay?" Beth says gently and I nod my head as she gently lowers them.

I notice Sam tense up and Daryl quickly glances over to her but then his eyes lock on to me.

I scream out in pain again and Maggie rubs my arm soothingly.

Hershel makes his way over to the end of the bed and nods his head at the girls.

"I need you to push on three." He tells me and I nod my head, already feeling the sweat forming on my head.

"1." I'm not ready. "2." I'm not ready. "3." I'm not ready for this!!

I push and scream louder than before. I never thought it would hurt this much. It's like pushing a huge watermelon out of there...Not that I would know what that feels like.

"Baby Dixon, is already causing trouble...This is most certainly your kid." I pant and Daryl chuckles and kisses my hand.

Hershel nods at me again and I push again.

A Few Hours Later

I've been in labour for hours now, but Hershel reckons one more push and Baby Dixon will be here.

Maggie dabs my forhead with a cold rag and Daryl holds my hand and with all my strength I give one final push and one more cry of pain that has caused my throat to become sore, I collapse into the heap of pillows and catch my breath as loud crying fills my ears.

"Congratulations." Hershel smiles as he wraps a blanket that Beth had given him around mine and Daryl's baby. "It's a girl." He smiles handing me the bundle of joy.

I gently take her and begin to cry and Daryl kisses my sweat filled forhead and begins to cry himself. He gently strokes our daughter's cheek.

"She has your blue eyes." I croak out.

He kisses her forhead and smiles.

"She has your smile."

I smile weakly and kiss her nose gently.

Now the question is...What do we name our little angel?