Sky ( Daryl Dixon x Reader )

One-Shot

You had been with the group from the very start, ever since the quarry back in Atlanta. You used to be a medic in the military, you knew how to take care of yourself and the others around you, but this new world still managed to challenge you in ways you never thought was possible.

You had been the one to fix Daryl when he came back from the woods after looking for Sophia with a bullet and arrow wound. You had helped Hershel when Rick amputated his leg to save him. When the flu spread around the prison you were right there beside Hershel trying to keep everyone alive and more recently when Carl got shot in the eye it had been you who had to saved him with the help of Denise.

This new world was challenging to say the least, but you wouldn't change it for the world. You would have never met the group of people that you now considered family and you sure as hell wouldn't have met Daryl Dixon. The two of you had been inseparable since the farm and finally got together some time during the prison days.

Now you were at Alexandria, it was the safest place your group had been since the prison and although you've had to deal with the Wolves attacking and a herd of walkers that broke in. You had built up the community, made it better and stronger than before and now it was a heaven for the living. Walls, shelter, food, running water, solar electricity, it was perfect.

"Wait up, I'm joining you guys on this supply run." You called out, walking towards the front gate of Alexandria where Rick was using a jerry can to fill the van up with fuel while Daryl finished putting bags in the back for any supplies you might come across.

"Like hell ya are." Daryl responded, turning away from the van to look at you as he shook his head and you rolled your eyes. Ever since you told him that you were pregnant, he turned into this over protective boyfriend, not even letting you go on watch duties because it might be dangerous. Not that Daryl wasn't protective over you before, but now it was like another level of protectiveness. You loved that he worried about you and wanted to keep you safe, but you could take care of yourself and you were only six months pregnant, it wasn't like your baby bump was the size of a basketball and couldn't move quickly and protect yourself.

"You've had me stuck behind these walls for months and it's not that I don't appreciate you trying to protect me, but if I stay behind these walls for another day I'm gonna go insane. Rick, help me out here." You replied, glancing over at Rick before focusing back on Daryl as you reached his side.

"I am not getting in the middle of this. I'll be in the car." Rick responded shaking his head with a hint of a smile before he climbed into the drivers side seat, leaving you and Daryl standing by the back of the van.

"It's a simple run, I can take care of myself. Plus, I'll have you and Rick to watch my back right?" You asked, reaching for Daryl's hand as he sighed pulling you closer to him, his free hand resting over your baby bump as he kissed the top of your head.

"I ain't lettin' ya out my sight." He muttered, pulling away from you slightly so he could see your face as you smiled and pressed a gentle kiss to lips.

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"You guys thought of any baby names yet?" Rick asked, looking over at you in the passenger seat before glancing over his shoulder towards Daryl who was sitting on the floor in the back of the van, since Abraham had taken out the back seats so there was more room for supplies.

"Not really, although someone is persistent that it's going to be a boy." You replied, turning around in your chair slightly so you could look at Daryl who glanced over at you with a hint of a smile on his lips.

"You can't possibly know that. It could be a girl." Rick replied, but Daryl shook his head.

"Nah, I do. It's gonna be a boy." Daryl insisted causing you to roll your eyes, but you wouldn't have it any other way. When Daryl had first found out about the baby he had completely freaked out, worrying that he was going to be a bad father and turn out like his old man. But you eventually managed to calm him down, reassuring him that he was nothing like his father, that he was going to be a damn good father. Reminding him that he was good with Judith and if it wasn't for him then that little girl wouldn't have made it a day after she was born. It took a while, but eventually Daryl's worry slowly turned into excitement and now he spent almost every morning working on the nursey in your house.