Heartless ➳ TWD² [COMPLETED]

Chapter XII ➳ Beginning

➳ "Something's wrong," I sighed, shaking my head. "I haven't started this month. Think it could be because of stress?"

Tara shrugged, barley looking up from her magazine with her feet crossed on the table in front of her. "I don't know. Maybe."

I looked away, looking out the window and saw Maggie outside. She was beyond pregnant and about to pop any day now. Nevertheless, I shook my head and thought about Dwight again. He was still gone and Daryl has claimed to me that he let him go, that he didn't kill him. I don't know what I believe anymore.

"Could it be because of Dwight?" I spun around and asked her. "I mean, I've been stressed ever since he's been gone. Maybe it's because I miss him or something."

Tara started chuckling under her breath before she giggled out, "Maybe... Or, you're pregnant." She got caught up laughing while it briefly became background noise to me when a sudden sense of doom came over me. Oh, my God. "What? I was kidding. You can't be pregnant, Tess. Gotta kind of have sex to be that."

I didn't even realize it, but tears had formed in my eyes and a lump in my throat. My heart was racing now and my face felt like it had been slapped by just about everyone here — especially Dwight.

"Tess," came Tara's warning tone just as she threw the magazine on the table and stood up. "Have you... Oh, my God. No."

"It was only one time!" I claimed, sweating. "I don't know if I am, but it was only one time — right before he left. I'm not pregnant. I'm not."

Tara stared at me, deciding not to say a word. Maybe it was for the best, against her better judgement. I couldn't tell if she was sad, pissed off, or confused. Nobody knew just how far Dwight and I got, but if I'm pregnant, they will all know that I slept with the enemy.

"Heh," I sighed under my breath, shaking my head just as Brie came up beside me. "Never thought that we would have to break into a Smithsonian, but, dammit, we are."

She grinned and started to head up the stairs, as I followed her up. "Yeah, nothing surprises me anymore, but this sort of takes the cake."

Rick and Michonne go to open the front doors together, which creaked open and one Walker came out, but Michonne was immediately there to chop its head off with her Katana.

"We're good for now," Michonne whispered, but just high enough for everyone to hear. "Sweep protocol when we get in."

With that said, Rick extended the door more open for us to walk in and, when I passed by, I smiled at him and quickly patted my shoulder. For the most part from when we walked in, we followed our current leader, being Michonne.

I stuck behind Daryl and in front of Rosita and Brie, and tried to be quiet as possible with my machete up and ready to strike. I heard a Walker groaning off in the distance before it went down, now noticing that Rick had killed it.