Tragic Coincidence | Daryl Dixon

Chapter Thirty-Six.

I watched as the tail lights drove off into the distance, and I had to sit and worry for the millionth time if the man I loved was going to come back to me. The last time he left without me, he came back and told me to stay away from him and that he didn't love me. But something told me that wouldn't happen this time. After Daryl apologized and found out about the baby, things sort of shifted in our relationship....Even though that happened only a few hours ago. Daryl and I weren't perfect, but we would get there. I would have to build up my trust for him again, but I had no doubt that he would protect me and the baby if it came down to it.

I couldn't help but smile and place a hand over my belly, the small swell sticking out through my tank top. I don't know how it took me so long to realize I was pregnant, there was clear indication of it showing under my clothes. Maybe all the stress of everything, mixed with my mind being in other places, I don't know. I rubbed my stomach gently and figured I had to be about four months along now, considering that was about the time Daryl and I did what we did in the guard tower all those months ago. 

Daryl left with Tyreese, Sasha, Glenn and Michonne. Along with one of the newer members named Bob and a young kid named Zach who had been with Beth for about a month now. They were scavenging a large department store outside of town, we desperately needed more supplies with all of these people. They would probably be gone the entire day, so i figured I needed to find something to pass my time. I glanced down in the prison yard and saw there were a bunch of the kids talking down by the fences, I smiled seeing Carl down there and took off towards them.

"They aren't people!" I heard Carl shout at Lizzie, one of the Woodbury children. Her younger sister Micha was standing beside her with her arms crossed across her chest. "Hey, whats going on?" I asked walking up behind them. "They're naming them!" Carl exclaimed pointed towards the growling walkers who were on the opposite side of the fence. There were about six of them clawing there way at the metal fence, and I saw a few more start stumbling in from the woods. It was like the walkers knew there was a bunch of people living here, so they lined up for dinner along the fence. 

"Emma, your a doctor! Tell them they are people still!" Lizzie said pointing in my direction. Carl and his friend Patrick who was standing beside him just rolled their eyes. I sighed and bent down to where I was eye level with Lizzie. "They aren't people anymore Lizzie. They are very very dangerous" I said softly trying to reason with her. Lizzie just glared and grabbed her sisters hand before running back up to the prison. "She's so stupid" Carl said huffing and looking back at the walkers on the fence. 

"Shes just young, but you two need to teach the younger kids how dangerous it is out there" I told him. Patrick stood nervously off to the side biting one of his nails. "They were too sheltered at Woodbury" I added wrapping an arm around Carl's neck. "Hey, we were not!" Patrick argued. Carl and I looked at each other before laughing and heading back up to the prison. None of the people at Woodbury seemed to grasp just how terrible it was out there.

"Dad told me about the baby" Carl said as we walked through the gate into the courtyard where a couple people were talking. "Oh yeah?" I asked with a raised eyebrow. Carl nodded with a smile before squeezing me around the waist. "I think it's awesome, you and Daryl will make great parents" Carl said. I smiled down at him before ruffling his hair and heading into the cell block, I found myself curled up in Daryl's bunk breathing in his distinct smell, before my eyes closed and I fell asleep.

Something warm on my cheek woke me out of my dead like sleep. I opened my eyes slowly and found myself staring into Daryl bright blue eyes. "Hi" I said softly, my voice still raspy from sleep. "Hey Em's " he said brushing some of my hair out of my face. I sighed and peeked around him to see that it was dark outside and I had slept longer than I intended. "When did you get back?" i asked sitting up in his bed before he crawled in behind me. "About an hour ago" Daryl said burring his face in my hair and pulling me down so my back was against his chest. 

He wrapped his arms around my waist and just held me to him. I missed this, just laying with him and feeling the kind of safety I only felt when I was in his arms. "I missed this" Daryl mumbled into my hair. I nodded and reached down and held his hands in mine. "We could have been doing this for months you know" I told him, rubbing my fingers gently across the back of his hand. I heard him grunt behind me before his grip tightened on my body. "Your gonna forgive me you know" I heard him say. And I couldn't help but smile at that.

"How do you know that?" I asked him. 

"Because you got a Dixon growing inside of you" He said nuzzling his face farther into my hair. "Wouldn't that mean I wouldn't forgive you, You Dixon men are stubborn you know" 

"Dixon women ain't though" he said before kissing the back of my head. "Go back to sleep Em's" 

And I listened to him and closed my eyes before falling asleep once more. 

And when the sun started to barely rise, with the glow of the days warmth pouring into the prison windows, that was when i woke up again. Daryl was still sleeping behind me softly, and i pecked his cheek before grabbing my gun and walking out of the cell. Everyone in the cell was still softly sleeping, other than Carl who was reading a comic book under a flashlight. I laughed softly before pushing out of our cell block and into the hallway.

I desperately wanted a shower, but walking past cell block A I heard something that caught my ear on the way to the showers. I heard growling. And not just like someone was snoring loudly, I heard the familiar groans of walkers echoing throughout this cell block. I carefully and slowly pushed open the large metal door that led inside, and was greeted by the all too familiar sight of someone being eaten alive. Patrick was sitting in the middle of the cell block floor munching on the intestines of one of the Woodbury members.

Patrick's eyes were glazed over grey, with blood pouring down his face from every orifice on his head. I heard a scream and looked up and saw the children were awake and were running from about half a dozen other walkers that were in here. "RICK!" I screamed at the top of my lungs hoping that Rick would hear me across the prison, I needed help now. I was by myself in a cell block where walkers were manifesting by the second,  Where there were children who didn't know how to protect themselves, along with a crap ton of Woodbury members who rarely touched a gun. It was up to me to defend them all right now and I didn't have a clue what to do.