Little Dixon (Daryl Dixon)

Positive

((Avery's POV))

Over the next week, my pregnancy symptoms got worse and worse. Honesty, I had no idea how I hadn't known I was pregnant before Hershel told me. It was pretty obvious.

I guessed that I was around three or four months pregnant.

I still hadn't told Daryl. I didn't know how. Was he gonna be mad? Did he even want a child? I didn't wanna bring this onto him if he didn't want it...

What was I doing? It was the fucking end of the world and I was bringing a baby into it?! It's life would be full of running and fear and starvation... For God's sake, not even a month ago, Lori died from child birth! It wasn't even her first time; she knew what to do! This was my first... and in the middle of a zombie apocalypse?! I really fucked up...

I could tell the group was beginning to suspect something. Hershel would brig me into his cell for daily inspections, and, though not very noticeable, I was beginning to get a tiny baby bump.

Everyday, I would get so close to telling Daryl, but something would always stop me. Every time, I would imagine his reaction and stop myself. Surely he wouldn't want a child! He's too busy trying to stay alive, he shouldn't have to worry about a baby!

We already had Judith in the group... and we already had to me careful with her, but with another baby?

Daryl and I were bringing Merle out his daily meal. Daryl's brother had been at the prison for almost 2 weeks, and the man hadn't even tried to gain our trust.

"So when are you gonna try to gain our trust, Merle?" I asked sarcastically as the man gobbled down his food. Merle let out a loud belch before speaking, "I dunno, sugar tits, you ask me." He said and winked. I gagged and turned away at the rude man.

"Remember our talk, bro." Daryl warned coldly. Merle let out a small chuckle and looked at me.

"Ya puttin' on some wait there, honey." He pointed out, gesturing towards my stomach. I swallowed nervously and shifted side to side. "It's all the food we had lately," I lied. Merle looked as if he didn't believe me, but said nothing.

Later that day, Daryl and I had some alone time in our cell. Rick, Michonne and Glenn went on a run to get more food, and the rest of us stayed behind, enjoying some rest.

I was laying on the cot as Daryl cleaned his arrows. I was watching him glide the cloth up and down the shiny, black arrows. Suddenly, I began to feel a weird sensation in my belly. I sat up a little, supporting myself with my elbow, and put my other arm on my belly.

Daryl immediately turned around and looked at me with concerned, blue eyes.

"Ya okay?" He asked. I nodded, "Just some cramps." I lied. Daryl looked at me for a moment before turning back around. I glanced down at my slightly growing belly and smiled. Daryl's baby was growing inside me... but what would happen if it's father didn't want it?

Over the next new weeks, that question was the only thing that ever ran through my mind. I wanted to tell Daryl, and I was always so close, but something always stopped me. I wanted to see what his reaction was. but I was also scared. Would he be happy? Mad? Disappointed?

What if he blamed it on me... and just left me? Or what if he blamed it on the baby?! What if he blamed it on himself and took it out on himself...?

By that time, my belly was only slightly bigger, and you could still barely tell. Which was kinda a good thing. But the group wasn't stupid, they'll start to suspect something. I was gonna have to tell them eventually.

One morning, I woke up with a sudden jolt. A wave of nausea flooded over me and I had to run outside, where no one could see me. It was still dark, the sun was only just beginning to touch the horizon as I regurgitated whatever I had left in me. I groaned. Another pregnancy symptom; morning sickness.