Little Dixon (Daryl Dixon)

Regrets

(( Daryl's POV ))

I didn't mean to say what I said to Avery. The baby wasn't a mistake. Maybe it was.... But I wanted the baby more than anything. And now Avery thinks I don't.

The look Avery gave me after I said that, ripped my heart to pieces. It hurt. I never knew I would be hurt like that. Merle was right; I did turn soft.

I couldn't bare to look at her after the look she gave me. I did something stupid; walked away. I just walked away without saying anything.

As I appeared out of the tent, everyone's eyes were on me. I knew they heard me in there. I sighed and looked down, not able to look them in the eye.

"Daryl, can I talk to you?" Rick asked, standing up. He led me into the storage room, closing the door behind me.

"Merle told me that Avery's pregnant," Rick said after a moment of silence. I sighed and shifted my weight, unsure on what to say.

"Yeah."

"I believe bringing babies into this world is a sign that life can continue. but just know Daryl, the baby is gonna attract walkers left and right. It'll put Avery in danger, and all of us once it's born." Rick said quietly, looking me in the eye. "Judith puts us in danger, but I am blessed to have her. I hope you feel the same about your baby."

I sighed and closed my eyes, "I... I told Avery that the baby was a mistake. She believed me. She think I don't want the baby, but I do."

"Then make her know that," Rick insisted, leaning forward and staring at me intently. "She needs you, Daryl. Now more than ever. She needs you to be there when the baby comes. That's one mistake I made with Lori..."

I honestly didn't know what to say. I wasn't good with sympathy.

"I'll be there for 'er," I finally said. Rick nodded and rested his hand on my shoulder.

"Congratulations," He whispered with a forced cheery tone. I could tell he was upset about Lori, and he had expected me to say something about it, but he knew I wasn't good with comforting, and he shouldn't of expected anything.

I nodded, "Thanks."

Without saying anything else, Rick opened the door and went back out into the main room. I followed him more slowly, finding Avery wasn't there. I knew I upset her, so I headed towards our tent. I quietly unzipped the door and slid in.

Avery sat up in her sleeping bag, rubbing her stomach. Her cheeks were stained dark with tears, and her eyes were red and puffy. I felt horrible; I really didn't mean to say what I did. I was just pissed and it slipped out. I was more pissed at myself than I was at her... but of course she didn't know that.

I cautiously walked up to her and laid a hand on her shoulder, "Avery..."

"Get your hands off me," Avery spat, shrugging me off. "Mistakes happen, remember?"

Her dark brown eyes that were always full of love whenever she looked at me were now full of coldness.

"Avery, I didn't mean to say that. I was pissed and it slipped out," I admitted awkwardly.

Avery scoffed and looked up at me, "I repeat: mistakes happen."

I stared at her with a stupid, confused look on my face.

Avery rolled her eyes and pushed me away, "Just go away and leave me alone. You don't want me or the baby, after all. Why bother to check on us?" She spat.

"I never said I didn't want ya! or the baby!" I protested, raising my voice. I knew it wasn't worth fighting, but I wasn't just gonna give up.

"You don't need to tell me. I already know," Avery muttered. I sighed, finally giving up. I stood up and walked over to my sleeping bag, which Avery separated from hers.

If she wanted to be childish, she could feel free. I wasn't gonna deal with her drama shit. We weren't in high school. It was the end of the world, I didn't have time for drama.

I practically collapsed into the sleeping bag and buried my head into my pillow. I felt tears beginning to sting my eyes. I quickly pushed them away. I was a man; I wasn't supposed to cry. I sighed and closed my eyes, almost immediately falling into a deep sleep.

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The next time I opened my eyes, it was light out. I panicked at first when I didn't feel Avery in my arms. Then I remembered. I sat up and glanced over at her sleeping bag. She was still asleep, her dark brown hair falling slightly over her beautiful face. I felt the urge to go push the strand of hair out her face, though it was hard.

I never knew I could be so weak. Before the world went to shit, nothing could hurt me. I wouldn't be affected by a girl leaving me. Merle was right. I did turn soft... but I turned soft for Avery and the baby. Though that wouldn't help now.

I stood up, threw on a cleanish shirt and stalked out of the tent, grabbing my crossbow on the way out.

Carol, Beth, and Glenn were sitting around what was left of the fire in silence. I sat beside Glenn and buried my face into my hands.

"Somethin' going on between you and Avery?" Carol asked. I knew she already knew the answer, but I still grunted in agreement.

"It'll blow over. She needs you," Glenn reassured me, rubbing my back. I was surprised by the warmth in his voice. Him and I always bickered ever since him and Avery were together for a short period of time at Hershel's farm. I was surprised he was actually on my side of this thing.

The door of my tent ruffled and Avery trudged out, rubbing her eyes sleepily. I looked away from her as she walked over to the group. She sat down next to Carol and sighed.

I scoffed and glanced at her. If she was trying to make me feel bad, it wasn't working.

Suddenly, a few rounds of gun shots rang out from outside. I sprang up out of my seat as Rick screamed, "Walkers!"

A/N: sorry this chapter is slightly short! I have a really good idea for the next chapter, and I wanted it to be from Avery's POV! The next chapter will he longer, I promise!