Daryl Dixon Imagines

Take Care

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You run outside, barely managing to make it before you puke all over the ground. Being pregnant is not fun. You feel like all you can do in these first few months is throw up and feel helpless.

“Disgusting.” You mumble to yourself, falling to your knees.

“Y/N?” Daryl walks up to you as you continue to throw up. You feel weak, something you hate feeling like. You know you’re not, but pregnancy is really taking a toll on you.

“Daryl,” You start to say, but you couldn’t finish your sentence before you started throwing up again. Between the morning sickness and the worry about the epidemic that was going around the prison, it was not a good time for you.

“Come ‘ere.” Daryl brings you closer to him, holding you hair and rubbing your back. All he can do is worry about you. You know it’s just because he cares, but you feel like he needs to take care of himself as well.

The two of you have been together since before the outbreak. You’d grown up together, going to the same school your whole life. He avoided you for a long time before you two got together, as he wanted to try and hide his feelings. He was afraid to love you and he would just push you away every time you got close. After high school, though, the two of you got very drunk one night and slept together, taking his virginity. He admitted the next day that he’d been in love with you his whole life, and the two of you had been together since.

When everyone started getting infected back when the outbreak began, Daryl and Merle took you in and kept you safe the entire time. Merle wasn’t the best guy in the world, but he treated you decently since you were Daryl’s serious girlfriend.

You had found out that you were pregnant a few months ago. You were about four months along now, and although you were thrilled to be having a baby with the love of your life, you definitely had some worries. Not about yourself- everyone here was more than helpful and comforting, making sure that you had everything you needed. You were more worried about Daryl. He wasn’t taking care of himself, he was so stressed about you and the baby.

“Daryl, I’ll be okay.” You attempted to smile at him.

“Ya should go lay down. I don’t want nothin’ to happen to ya.”

“How about we go lay down together?” You suggested.

“Alright,” He puts his arm around you and supports you as he walks to the bed.

“I’ll be okay, I’m not gonna die. And you’re not gonna die either. This’ll pass soon. We’ll get through this, we always do.” You lay down in bed, closing your eyes immediately. All you want to do is sleep.

“I just don’t wanna lose ya.”

“You won’t.”

He kisses your forehead, pulling you closer to him in a spooning position as you rested. You feel him rubbing your stomach, and you smile. He really cares about this baby.

“I won’t let anything happen to you, to either of you.” He whispers in your ear.

“I just don’t want you to be so worried about me that you’re not taking care of yourself. I can’t survive in this world without you, Daryl.” You admit. “I don’t want you to get sick. I don’t know what I’ll do.”

“Then ya understand exactly how I feel.”

“Yeah, I guess.” You snuggle up closer to him. “Thanks for being here.”

“Anything for you. I’ll take care of ya till the day I die.”

“At least the little one doesn’t have to experience this yet. He or she is just all content in there, not a worry in the world.” You sigh.

“Little baby has it better than us.” Daryl laughs quietly.

“At least they won’t have to experience normal life before being thrusted into this one. I think that’s the worst part about living this life now, knowing what you had before and reminiscing. Our baby won’t have that, this is all they’ll know. In a way, I think that’s a good thing, especially if the world isn’t ever going to go back to normal.”

“I ain’t ever thought about it that way.”

“Yeah.” You mumble.

“Goodnight, Y/N. Sleep well.” Daryl kisses your head.

You drift off to sleep, feeling safe and content in Daryl’s arms, knowing that he would never let anything happen to you.