Dangerously In Love (Daryl Dixon)

Chapter 25

That night, everything was quiet. Too quiet. And one thing I learned from horror movies is that silence is very deadly. Sitting on the porch, alone during a zombie apoclypse equals certain death. And although I have been preaching for weeks that my uncle's farm was our safe haven, tonight felt different. The air was eerie and the wind was tantilazingly calm. The sudden trepidation sitting on the pit of my stomach was too heavy to bare alone. But who else did I have left?

Daryl was freaking pissed at me. He went out with Glenn to find Officer Walsh. Shane went missing a few hours ago with poor Randall. And at this point I knew he was dead. Shane probably killed him, the man's gone completely bonkers. This shit fest of an apocalypse has ruined everyone. Uncle Hersehl, Jimmy, T-Dog and the women were inside doing something, what, I don't know. As for me, I'm an unproductive waste of space. I have no purpose.

"Stop being overdramatic."

I sighed, turning my head to stare at my 'imaginary friend'.

"Don't give me that look!" She practically hissed. I rolled my eyes. "Stop that! You're over here feeling sorry for yourself, but girl, we are fabulous. I have turned you into a killing machine. Aren't you atleast proud of that?"

I shook my head. "Not really. I hate it and Daryl doesn't like me endangering the baby. I'm going to be just like my mother. I'm already a horrible parent."

"No you're not," Brittan began. "It's just something new to you. And with my help, you'll be fine."

"What if the baby turns out like me? Crazy."

She shook her head. "Maybe there's a cure."

"And maybe not." I felt pitiful. "Daryl's mad at me."

"Tell me something I don't know?" Brittany scoffed. "That man doesn't deserve you, he's-"

"No, I'm what's wrong and you know it, Britt." I glared at the grassy plains. "I contribute nothing, if I died the only thing missed will be the baby, not me."

"Shutup!" she snapped and I began to cry again. This damned pregnancy got me way too emotional. "Do you want the fucking infant or not?" I nodded my head, the tears continued. "Then suck it up."

"But I have no one." I whined.

"So? Who gives a fuck? Do you know who has no one? That baby in your fucking fetus!" She shouted and my head dropped. I stared at my feet and sighed. She was right. "You need to be there for it and stop whining. Fuck Daryl. If he really wants you he'll come find you. Worry about yourself and take care of your child. Alright?"

I nodded but the tears wouldn't cease. "I-I can't." I stood up and walked over to the once inhabited barn. Memories of my brother flashed back to me and more tears descended. His gorgeous smile beamed down at me before transforming into a lifeless canvas. I fell to the ground, clutching the picket fence for support as pictures of Abby's death resurfaced. I missed them. They were all I had left and although I cried before, it finally hit me. For the first time since this apocalypse started, I've finally processed everything.

They're dead.

Everyone I knew and loved are now dead.

My hands clasps onto my mouth as I screamed in dismay. The group could disappear as well. They could all die and I needed to digest the thought. Daryl, he could... I closed my eyes shut, willing the tears to stop. Daryl could die too. I would be left alone to raise our baby. I needed to be strong for my child. I needed to be the mother, I never had. My baby was in danger. It could be devoured by those monster. No! I cried. The mere thought drove me over the ledge and I snapped.