Should've Listened

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(( Avery's POV ))

As Daryl and Glenn ran out the door, I jumped up to follow them, but Carol held me back. "It's too dangerous. I'll go," she said. Without waiting for an answer, she grabbed her gun and ran out the door. Gun shots filled the air and I had to cover my ears. I've became immune to the sound of a single gun being shot, but multiple guns being shot still bothered me.

I heard a tent unzip, but I took no notice to it. It was probably Carl. I clutched my belly as I felt the baby kick. The gunshots probably upset it.

"I'm sorry..." I whispered softly. I felt horrible for bringing a baby into this world. Daryl was right; mistakes do happen.

"You're whisperin' to yourself now?" a familiar, smoke affected voice said behind me. "Pregnant woman sure are weird."

I closed my eyes and tried to ignore Merle's annoying comments, but the man wouldn't stop.

"Daryl's not here. Why don't we have a little fun?"

I stood up and glared at Merle. The man stared at me with lust-filled eyes, and he bit his lip.

"Don't touch me," I warned, backing up. Merle reached out and grabbed my hips, pulling me towards him. He began thrusting himself against me, his chest pressing against my growing belly.

"Get. Off. Me," I said, huffing in effort to push him off. Merle chuckled and pushed me against a wall. He kissed my neck, biting it occasionally. His kisses trailed down my neck until he began licking me. He began to unbutton my shirt and I let out a small whimper. I wanted to scream, but I knew Merle would hurt me if I did. As Merle slipped off my shirt, he stared at my body and licked my lips. He gripped by breast and began rubbing them. I glanced down at the exposed belly and swallowed.

I'm sorry...

Suddenly, Merle's weight lifted from me. I immediately covered my chest as I opened my eyes. Daryl had his brother pushed up against the wall, his knife plunged deep in his stomach.

"I warned ya, bro," He growled coldly. "Should've listened."

Hershel, Carl and Cathy appeared just as Merle fell to the floor. His head limped, but he was still breathing. Blood gushed up of the wound where Daryl stabbed him. Hershel ran up to him, "Cathy, help me bring him in my tent."

Cathy ran over and grabbed Merle's legs, and the two carried Merle towards Hershel's tent.

"Don't ya dare save 'im," Daryl muttered. "Damn asshole doesn't deserve to live."

He turned and walked over to me, his once hard, blazing eyes turned soft.

"I'm so sorry I let this happen," he whispered, moving the sweat-plastered hair out of my face. He grabbed hold of my belly and rubbed it softly, "I want this baby, and I want ya."

I couldn't help but smile. I was done with being the tough guy. I smiled and pulled Daryl into a hug. My shirt was still laying on the ground and I felt exposed. But being pressed against Daryl, I felt okay.

Rick and the rest of the group ran into the department store. Sweat plastered their faces and they were breathing heavily.

"What happened?" Rick asked, walking over to me.

I zoned out as Daryl explained everything to Rick. His strong, muscular arms were wrapped around my small, shirtless body. I could feel myself shaking and I felt filthy.

After Daryl explained everything, Rick gave me a sympathetic look before heading off towards Hershel's tent. I could hear Merle's moan from inside, and that sent a flame of satisfaction through me. He deserved it.

Daryl led me over to our tent, and I gratefully let him. I felt tired, weak and dirty, and I needed to rest. He set me down on my sleeping bag before pulling his up beside mine.

I didn't protest as Daryl laid down beside me and wrapped his arms around my waist. His cool breath gave me goosebumps and sent shivers down my spine.

"I'm so sorry," he whispered into my neck. I smiled slightly.

"I love you, Daryl."

"I love you too," Daryl breathed. Before long, his breathing slowed, telling me he was asleep. I hadn't noticed it getting dark outside, but I was thankful for the night. I tried to sleep, but I couldn't. I couldn't get the vision of Merle pressed against me out of my mind, nor the vision of Daryl stabbing his brother. He could've killed his brother. For me.

After what seemed like lifetimes, I finally fell into a light, disturbed sleep.

The sound of crying filled my ears as I awoke again. Except I was in the tent, I was in a hospital room. I knew that I was dreaming.

There was a knock on the white door and a doctor came in, cradling a newborn baby in his arms.

"Meet your son," he whispered, smiling as he handed the baby at me. I took my son from his gratefully, and looked down at him. My heart stopped as I saw the baby's face. It wasn't the face of a newborn baby, it was the face of Merle. I closed my eyes and looked away, a lump forming in my throat.

I glanced at the doctor and saw that his face had changed. He too now had the face of Merle. I could feel my pulse quickening and I tried to escape from the bed, but failed.

The white door flung open and Daryl raced into the room, holding his hunting knife up. He charged at Merle, but as he was about to stab him, his brother whipped out and pulled out a gun. Before Daryl could do anything, Merle pulled the trigger, and the bullet shot through Daryl's throat.

I sat up in my sleeping bag, blinking rapidly. I looked around the tent, slowly realizing where I was. I could hear my heart thudding and I was shaking. I let out a sigh of relief as I noticed Daryl laying next to me in the sleeping bag. The blankets were thrown off of him and he was snoring. I laid back down and closed my eyes, hoping to go back to sleep. But no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't get the picture of Merle as my baby out of my mind.

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