Dangerously In Love (Daryl Dixon)

Chapter 26

(Season 3)

I wish I had a calendar right now. Then maybe I could tell you how many months have passed but I can't. It had to be more than four. The entire winter was spent struggling with Michonne and Andrea. I found that Andrea wasn't all that bad, she was just annoying. Michonne could be describe with one word, Badass! She was amazing and she helped carve out more arrows for my bows. I even found some pink cloth to tie around it. Andrea thinks it stupid but Brittany loves it. 

And I know Michonne said I could 'become one' with her but the fact of the matter is I don't want to. Brittany keeps me company and she isn't as intrusive as she used to be. She let's me be unless I need advice or a buddy to chat with. Either way it helps me cope with the lose of my bastard boyfriend. Part of me wishes to believe he went back for me but I saw it with my two eyes. He picked up Carol and left. It was painful to watch.

However, time was of the essence and with winter gone, the walkers will recover their speed. The nights are growing better and food will be easier to find. My stomach was big, but I had no idea how far along I was. Maybe seven months, eight? I was completely off. I don't even know what month it was. This zombie apaocalypse really sucked! I've learned how to fend for myself and hunt, not like Daryl but I could defend myself in the wild. 

"You ready?" Michonne's voice broke me from thoughts. I glanced up and noticed her hand was offered in front of me. I smiled and gladly took it. I groaned tiredly as I tried my hardest to get up from the floor. My massive belly was proving to be a nusiance. 

"At least, you don't have stretch marks," Brittany patted my shoulder. I smiled over at her and chuckled. Michonne ignored my gesture, she was used to my subconscious speaking to me every now and then. 

"Where are we going?" I asked, knowing the answer. My hand was out against the wall as I caught my breath. I felt heavy and unenergized.

"This baby better be cute." Brittany scolded and I ignored her as Michonne spoke.

"Anywhere, I'm think we stick to the forest. It provides more cover and when the night time falls, the trees will conceal us better." Michonne explained as she helped a sickly looking Andrea up. She wasn't even pregnant and I'd deem her bed ridden. Imagine how I looked? Horrific probably. My hair was oily, my nails all chiped and torn. I felt tears coming on, so I shook the thought away. "Let's go!"

I nodded and followed them out. 

We walked on for hours on end. It was our daily routine, unless we found a small house or cottage to spent the cold nights in. Because Georgia was bipolar. In the mornings it was terribly hot and at night blistering cold. There was rarely an inbetween. Today was scorching hot and I felt faint. I hadn't eaten since yesterday morning and it was a small rabbit, Michonne managed to trap.

I missed Daryl but my anger was blinding my feeling for him. I loved and hated him. It was completely depressing. I stopped by a tree and leaned my head against it as I rubbed my bulging belly. Where was a gym membership when you needed one? I chuckled a bit. The manager would probably eat me. 

"Amber, watch out-" Andrea began but my knife was already out and stabbed into the walker's head. I was no longer stupid and naive. I was alert and ready at all times. And I as stared at it. The dark red blood oozing out and lapping around the blade. I gaggged at the sight and turned to throw up. My baby must not like walker juice. 

Michonne walked up behind me and held my hair.

I stood up. "Thanks," I wiped my mouth and took the water bottle Andrea passed me. It was almost empty. 

Andrea looked worried. "Drink all of it. You're very pale." 

I giggled as we continued to walk. "Me? Andrea baby, have you seen a mirror lately?" She chuckled and rolled her eyes. Michonne smirked a bit. I sighed as I drank the rest of it. My baby needed to be hydrated. But we'd need more soon. And as we walked we saw smoke rising in the distance.