The start

He's the father?

Days went by as I did the same exact thing everyday. Wake up, clean, talk to Negan, finish chores and go back to my cell. Repeat. Today, Dwight came, got me from my cell and brought me to Negan. I finished up my chores in a quick time hoping they would take me back to my cell. They keep trying to feed me sandwiches and several different other foods. I denied them.

"She's done with me Dwight. You can take her to help you out and then bring her back to me in a bit. We still need our daily chat." Negan says.

"Yeah, ok." Dwight says. He walks over to me and grabs my arm.

"I'll see you in a bit." Negan whispers in my ear.

"Here." Dwight shoves a plate in my face. It was a sandwich.

"I'm not hungry." I scowled at him as he pushes me forward down the hall.

"It's not for you." He says back as we get to the cells. Instead of going to my cell he walks me to a different one. He opens it up. It was pitch dark just like mine. Dwight pushes me forward as the door opens all the way. The light shone through revealing a dirty, naked Daryl. I gasped at how they had treated him.

"Daryl." My eyes tear up as he looks up at me. I get a hit to my side.

"Don't speak to him." Dwight says as I recover from the hit.

"Feed your man. Go ahead." Dwight pushes me on the ground and next to Daryl.

"Don't. Don't hurt her." Daryl says and then coughs. I sit up with the sandwich still on the plate and hand it to him. He takes it from me as I could see the tears in his eyes. They are killing him.

"I love you." I tell him. Out of anything else I could tell him, that was the most important thing. It will give him hope to keep fighting. As he opened his mouth to speak Dwight grabs my hair pulling me back. A scream escaped my lips.

"I told you not to speak to him." Dwight yells. Daryl tries to crawl over to me but Dwight drags me out of the cell and shuts it.

"Come on." He yanks my hair up so I got up. He finally lets go and take me back to Negan.

"Had fun?" Negan cracks a smile. Dwight leaves the room.

"The least you could do is give him clothes. Its freezing in those cells. You let me have clothes, let him too. Please." I look at Negan. He thinks for a minute.

"Oh, your talking about the redneck?"

"He isn't some redneck. I'll do what you ask me to do. Just please treat him better. Please." I beg him.

"Since you asked so nicely, I will consider it. You've been a good girl so far. I must reward you other then not killing you. Is that what you want? Him to be treated better?" Negan walks closer to me.

"Yes. He could die from the condition he is in."

"Alright, I let Dwight know to give him clothes. He will be checked over from the doctor again but this time thoroughly. You better be grateful for me, sweetheart."

"I am." I look down at the ground as he lifts my face up with his hand.

"Good." He says then walks around the room. I breath out and trying to relax.

"Place looks great. You can go back to your cell. Amy!" Negan calls for the bitch her self.

The next day instead of going to Negan, Amy brought me to the doctor. I found out his name is Carson. Dr. Carson. The name rings in my head as if I knew it. His familiar face, I know him but I don't. He checks me over again. Another woman comes in and takes a pregnancy test.

"That reminds me, Harley?" The doctor asked.

"Yes?" I look up at him as I get out of the chair.

"You know how far along you are?" He asked. Well shit.

"No." I say quietly. The woman walks over to the chair and sets the test down. Negative.

"Another day we will check." The doctor smiles at me. The door opens wide as Daryl and Dwight come in. Daryl wore a sweat outfit. At least he had clothes.

"Carson." Dwight says as he pushes Daryl forward. Daryl looks at all of us then back down at the ground. The woman gets off of the chair.

"We were just finishing up. I need Harley to stay back. We still need to discuss her conditions with Negan." The doctor says as Daryl looks up at me concerned.

"Chop-chop." Dwight says as he pushes Daryl toward the chair. Daryl sits in the chair.

"Hi, D." The woman says.

"Hey." Dwight says happily. He seems to know her.

"Daryl, right?" The woman turns to him.

"Don't talk to him." Dwight warns her. He walks over the the table with hers and my tests.

"It's negative." She says instantly.

"Well, maybe next time." Dwight sighs.

"Sorry. Still getting used to being my own assistant." The doctor says.

"Whatever they say just do it." The woman looks at Daryl. Why is she so nice and stuff? I don't get it.

"I said don't talk to him." Dwight says. The woman walks out of the room as the doctor looks over Daryl.

"Who's test is this?" Dwight asked. Oh shit.

"That would be Harley's." Daryl's eyes widen as his eyes dart to me. Well, at least I don't have to break the news to him. Dwight laughs as he walks over to me. I back up in the corner.

"Him? He's the father? What kind of stupid do you think you are getting knocked up by someone like that?" Dwight points at Daryl as he looks down at the ground shamefully. My cheeks puff out with anger.

"Not stupid at all. I love him. I'd rather be pregnant with his children then someone like you. Woman turn from the looks of you and the way you carry yourself. An asshole who only cares about himself. Things happen. You should know that, right? I'm sure that woman means something to you. I feel sorry for anyone to have your children." I narrow my eyes at him as he raises his hand to me. Daryl hops off the seat to stop Dwight. Amy stops Daryl from going any further. Carson grabs hold of Dwight's arm.

"Dwight don't. You aren't suppose to touch her. Negan will be angry if she has injuries that didn't come from him." Dwight pulls his arm back as Amy shoves me to the door.

"We'll be back later, Carson." Amy says over her shoulder as she walks me back to Negan's room.

"Harley, how I missed you so much. Dishes and then we need to talk about your situation." Negan says. Panic sets in. What's he going to do with me? Is he going to kill me because I'm pregnant? Or is he going to keep me alive? I walk over to the sink and start washing dishes. Negan steps out of the room.

"Dwighty boy. I need to talk to my associate for a minute. Go about your business. Except for you. You, stand right there." Negan tells one of the man. Out of the corner of my eye Dwight sits Daryl down in a chair.

"Sit." Dwight commands. Daryl sat there looking straight at me.

I kept washing dishes turning every few seconds looking back at him. It broke my heart seeing him this way. This has to stop. We have to get away from this. I just didn't know how. There's no way I could get away from them. The only time I was ever alone is when I am in my cell. Negan comes back into the room as he walks up to me. Dwight grabs Daryl as they walk away.