Dangerously In Love (Daryl Dixon)

Chapter 19

A few days passed and I was feeling more miserable by the second. My brother and Abby were nowhere to be seen and I was too afraid to ask Uncle Hershel. Everyone knew except for me, though deep down I knew what they were going to tell me, I just didn't want to hear it. I didn't think I was strong enough. Instead I pretended as if they were on vacation or something, maybe on one of our private islands. 

Smiling at the thought of Abby playing on the beach, I found my hand resting upon my belly. Since arriving at the farm, I had been mostly alone. Daryl was always out hunting for Sophia while everyone else was outside helping Uncle Hershel with the farm. I wanted to go and help but I was too lazy, besides Daryl forbid me due to my 'condition' and ever since he found me drinking while pregnant, he took away my stash. I scoffed, he tries to control me too much. It's annoying. And I'm Amber Greene, nobody tells me what to do. 

Standing up, I decided to live a little and go outside. Putting on my baby blue sundress, I skipped downstairs but felt a tug at my heart when passing my brother's room. Dear god, where are they? Dead. You're not god! Yeah but I'm the closest thing to him. Rolling my eyes, I hopped out onto the porch, my glittery nail polish, flickering in the sunlight. I noticed that nobody was outside and I frowned. Where could everyone have gone? Even the Beth and Patricia were gone. Heck Carl was even gone and he's the injured one! I hissed, feeling like an invalid.

Sighing, I went back into the house trying to find someone to talk to when I saw Uncle Hershel praying by the window. I walked over to him and sat down feeling bad about indirectly ignoring him. Uncle Hershel probably lost his wife and step son seeing as I haven't seen them either. Bracing myself, I place my hand ontop of his.

"Uncle Hershel?"

He glanced over at me and smiled. "Yes, sweetheart."

My gaze softened and my eyes got watery. Maybe it was the hormones but I clung to him, my face drenched in tears. He didn't say anything at first, he just held me. Both of us silently mourning our loved ones. "I'm sorry for Auntie."

He shook his head and sighed, "Well, I'm sorry for Spencer and Abigail." 

My heart shattered. "How?"

"Well," he began his gaze wavering. "I rather not say. What matter is that its all over."

"Oh Uncle Hershel, it's not over, far from it actually." I wiped my tears away. "This thing has just began and it'll get worse. Much much worse. I can't bring a child into a world like this."

His eyes grew and I gulped. Shit! "Is it Daryl's?"

"Uncle! Of course it is, what do you take me for?" I snapped offended and he laughed. A laugh that reminded me of my father and I smiled. "I don't know what to do. I'm almost two or three months."

"Well, I'll tell you what you're not going to do. You're not going to be joining into those target practices." My eyebrow rose and he sighed. Of course, everyone knew but us! Those hogs! 

"You mean, guns? They're learning how to train with guns. I need to be there." I stood up and marched outside. My Uncle just chuckled and shook his head. He knew I was stubborn so he let me be. But I was angry. Very angry and sad. I hated being left out. In my old life, I was always included, always. 

Marching up into the stable, I untangled Chloe and mounted her. She was the present I had given Abby and I could still remember her broad smile once she saw it. Shaking my head, I gripped the reins and rode her out into the field, my ears following the sounds of the guns shots. It didn't take me too long to find them and when I did, my skin crawled icily when I spotted Shane. Visions of Otis' murdered came to mind and I felt like crying. God! What is it with you and crying? No wonder you've been overly emotion since the outbreak. It's this damn baby!