The Devils Eyes •Daryl Dixon•

F I F T Y - T H R E E : R E B I R T H

{unrealistic part in this chapter, but imma pretend it's possible so don't attack me}

Clementine

Daryl's strong muscular arms wrapped tightly around me as we fell back into the bed.

He began to cry as he nuzzled his head in the crook of my neck, not completely collapsing so he wouldn't crush me.

"Daryl I-" I began, tears in my eyes as I knew I would have to tell him about the baby.

"Shh," he whispered, as he moved his face out of my neck and stood slightly up.

"Daryl I'm sorry," I sobbed harder as I brought him in and just cried into his chest.

"Let's give them some space," I heard someone murmur and soon Daryl and I were the only ones in the room.

"It ain't yer fault," Daryl shook his head, soothing as he ran his hand atop my head.

"Who told you?" my voice croaked as I lay still, keeping my face on his chest as I tried to calm down.

"Hershel," Daryl sighed. "Don't blame yourself."

"But it is my fault," I shook my head, pushing myself off his chest and got into a sitting position, with Daryl next to me. "If I had just listened to you, stayed on the damn sidelines, none of this would have happened."

"Come 'ere," Daryl brought his arms around me once more and brought me into a tight hug.

"This ain't yer fault," he shook his head. "The two of us were already unsure if we'd be good parents, maybe Mother Nature knew what would happen."

"I just... thought it'd be nice for us to start something new,' I sighed as I began to calm down, relaxing against Daryl's warm body.

He leaned back, and the two of us leaned against the wall as Daryl continued stroking my head.

Daryl sighed, and the two of us sat in silence as we let reality sink in.

"Let me tell you a story," Daryl hesitated after a few moments, breaking the silence, causing a quick glance.

"Daryl, it's fine, you don't-" I started.

"Nah, let me talk woman," he shook his head and he continued.

"There was once a little boy," he started. "This little boy, he was an outsider. Never played with any of the kids, always off doing his own thing."

"When he was young, his family was still happy, he had two parents and an older brother. One day, his mom told him she was pregnant. He was so overjoyed, he wanted to be the best big brother he could."

I continued to stare at the floor as Daryl told the story, blood stains covered the ground from my sickness.

"He would help his mom, collected his toys for the future child," he sighed and took a pause. "But then one day, about two months later, his mom told him the baby wouldn't be coming home."

I closed my eyes, the pain of heartbreak coming back.

"He was heartbroken, and he knew it left an impact on his family. Soon, things began to fall apart, his family fell apart and demons came out," he paused running his hand through my hair. "As time grew on, he realized, that as selfish as it sounded, he was glad the baby didn't come home. He was glad the baby wouldn't have to live in the toxic environment."

I opened my eyes and grabbed his warm calloused hands.

"Clem," He said, causing me to look up at him. "That little boy was me."