I Need You (Daryl Dixon Fanfiction)

Chapter 20

Ruth-

I have now been with the group for about a year and half now, let me just say things we're looking up that's for sure. I was working in the flourishing garden, thanks to me, and the smarts my mom gave me on gardening. We were getting enough produce that we could actually trade it with the other communities. We had a lot of veggies for the time being, and watermelons, and pumpkins, that were still riping. I was gathering all the ripe veggies, and lightly cleaning them off on to the bandana I had tied to my belt loop. I rotated the watermelons and the pumpkins, then went on my way to the pantry, struggling to haul this basket there. That's when Daryl quickly came over, taking the basket from me. He smiled at me as we both continued on to the pantry.

"Oh, Daryl, Ruth." The pantry lady quickly came to the garage, cleaning her hands off on her apron." What do we have today?" She pulled out her notebook and pen, and grabbed another large basket so she could count the produce. She wiped some of the veggies as she admired them, then marked it on her paper, when she was finished she looked at me," so when do you think the watermelons will be ready?" She smiled.

"By summer it looks like." I smiled back at her, Daryl took my hand and started to lead me off, but the pantry lady stopped us.

"I hope you two are the next to have a baby." She said kindly.

"Yeah." I smirked and walked away irritated.

That sentence or that word was starting to grind on me. Baby. A few months ago I had woken up, in a lot of pain and I was bleeding. Daryl took me to the infirmary, we finally had a doctor here. I had blacked out shortly after arriving. When I had woken up, they had told me, I was pregnant, I miscarried. I wasn't very far along, since I never knew about it, I was never able to attach myself to it, even though it was upsetting, I just didn't let it bother me too much. They later told me, the chances of me having children were very slim for us. Even though it was something that was only mentioned a few times, we never actually decided on children. We had both agreed that things were still to chaotic and messed up to be having children. I mean there was still a chance we could have kids, but they were slim, and our luck wasn't always the best during this time. We were runners, we did patrols, we took gate shifts, I also worked in the garden, Daryl worked on the cars, we were too busy to add a kid into the mix. Anyway enough baby talk, I didn't want to talk about it anymore.

Today we were going to be having a gathering, some people from the other communities were going to be coming. I would be helping the pantry lady make pizzas, The Kingdom had made flour and yeast, and gave some to us. We didn't have pepperoni, but we had sauce and veggies, still no cheese, we were still figuring it out. The whole time I was making pizzas, the pantry lady was talking about all the kids in the community, how she hoped there were more coming to this party. She talked about how she used to crochet baby booties, and hats, and blankets. No matter how hard I pounded on the fracken dough, she didn't realize how irritated I was with this talk. When the last one was in the oven I quickly dismissed myself, going straight home. I slammed the door shut, went over to the couch falling to my knees in front of it, I slammed my face into the cushions, and started punching and screaming into the cushions.

"Hey what's going on?" Daryl grabbed my shoulder and I looked up at him.

"Why is it the one thing I can't do, is the only thing people talk about?" I said angrily.

"Ruth-" he started.

"No, you don't get it, you're not a woman, if we don't have kids by now, they think we're selfish!" I growled, as I pushed my fingers through my hair, and paced around.

As I went off, Daryl was trying to get my attention, trying to stop me from going crazy. That's when I punched the wall, then punched it again, and again, until Daryl wrapped his arms around me, and pulled me away from the wall. He held onto me until I calmed down, this was something he had learned in his time with me. I breathed heavily, as I felt the anger start to subside, I blew my hair up out of my face.