Barely Alive // TWD // Daryl Dixon

Chapter 38 - Unexpected

A/N: This is based on one of the last chapters already published. Originally it was written on Carl's POV and only a few parts on Cecilia's. This chapter is only on Cecilia's POV so all of you can have a better idea of what was going on with Cecilia after the prison attack.

"Life is fragile.

Be cautious in life."

- Lailah Gifty Akita

Several weeks ago -

Rick, Carl and I had just spent the night on the woods after the Governor attacked us and we were lucky to find a decent house free of walkers to stay for a few days.

After I talked to Carl about his horrible behaviour towards his father I went to the master bathroom. I looked at my reflection. My hair was all over the place, my clothes were dirty and I had holes on my trousers around my knees. The woman had busted my lip and I had dried blood around there and my jaw, which was bruised too.

I removed my shirt and took a look at the damage. My whole stomach was bruised like I had seen earlier but now that I was looking at it on the mirror the bruise seemed even bigger and more purple. I also had small bruises on my shoulders, upper back and arms. My knuckles were bloody as well, all of me was a complete mess but we had more important things to worry about, so I just put my hair in a high somewhat messy bun and washed my face with water and some soap I managed to find, cleaning my wounds and the dry blood.

Then I remembered something. I pulled my jeans and underwear down and sat on the toilet. I looked down at my underwear and saw a bit more blood than what I saw last night on the woods.

It was only a couple of drops last night, so there was nothing to worry about, my period was starting, at the most inconvenient time but nothing to worry about, except for the cramps and pain in my stomach, right?

The blood still wasn't much, it didn't even go through to my jeans which was good. I finished quickly and looked inside the drawers, trying to find pads or tampons, whatever that could be helpful now. And all I found was an opened box of tampons. I sighed. I needed to look for more and it seemed that the mother was the only woman that lived here.

I quickly went downstairs, I needed to look for more stuff and soon. We only had a few hours of daylight left and even when I could leave it for tomorrow, I didn't know what tomorrow could bring, it would be better to be prepared.

"I'm going out," I said to Rick when I saw him. "I'll go look for food and water."

I left the house before Rick could argue with me, I knew that if I told him the truth he would just feel awkward and would let me go anyway, knowing I needed those stuff. I left my crossbow back at the house but I took my gun with me and I got a knife from the first house I looked, but that's all I got from that house.

It took me three hours to look in fifteen or so houses, I had found some useful stuff but barely any food. I didn't really look for food in the last few houses to be honest. Some things, like my period and reoccurring cramps were the only thing on my mind at the moment.

On the eight or ninth house I searched, I came across a nursery. It deeply saddened me because of Judith, it made it all worse the room was painted pink. I rushed to the master bedroom and did find some pads and tampons there. I was walking out of the master bedroom when a thought hit me, right when I glanced back at the now closed nursery.

I had been worried about the possibility of being pregnant for the last two or three weeks, I didn't have any symptoms, no morning sickness, no cravings, no tenderness, no nothing, but I hadn't had my period in a while, that wasn't uncommon, though. Sometimes I go two or three months without getting my period, probably due to my low weight and low body fat percentage, because of the exercise plus all the starving periods we have gone through.