Healing Broken Wings [Daryl Dixon] The Walking Dead

Twenty Three| Enough Close Calls

🌱Kristina🌱

I hear screaming and gunshots. I force my eyes open and look around. Kara is asleep, curled up against my side. I roll away, feeling terrible but knowing I needed to get up.

I see Daniel getting eaten by his son. I immediately reach for my gun only to remember it's not there. Then I see that Daniel's hand is wrapped around a revolver. I inch out and close the cell behind me. I make my way over and just as I'm a few feet away, the walker snarls and looks up at me.

I grab the revolver and shoot him in the head before doing the same to Daniel. "Everyone stay in your cells!" I call out in a hoarse voice. I heard a shotgun go off three or four times. I look up and see Hershel fighting with a walker. Maggie comes running in. "Daddy!?"

"He's up there," I point and she follows, bringing up her gun and aiming for the walker. "Don't shoot! You could hit the bag. We need it for, Glenn!" Maggie takes the time to think before, pulling the trigger. It enters the walker's head.

Hershel sighs and Maggie lowers the gun. "Where's Glenn?"

"He's up here. Cell 100." Maggie jogs over, heading up the stairs. I cough and lean against a cell door, sliding to the floor, coughing into my knees. After I don't know how long, I hear someone kick the door in. "Who the hell left an ax in the door?" I look up and see Daryl.

"Daryl?" His eyes find me and he jogs over, kneeling beside me. He brushes the hair off my face, before placing his hand on my cheek. "Hey, beautiful." I scoff, suppressing a cough. "Please, I probably look like hell." He chuckles before gathering me into his arms and hoisting me up.

He opens the cell and stops when he sees Kara in there. He shakes his head before setting me down beside her. "We're gonna get meds in you real soon and you'll be back to yourself in no time." I look up at him through half-lidded eyes. I nod slowly before coughing hard.

I cover my mouth and when I pull my hand away and look down, I see blood. I quickly wipe my hand on my jeans but not before Daryl catches a glimpse. "You're gonna be fine, I promise." He places his hand on top of my head, using his thumb to stroke my forehead.

"There's something I- I have to tell you." He gazes at me in concern. "What is it?"

"I.....I think I'm pregnant. I think that explains why I've been throwing up so much." I watch Daryl's eyes widen and I can't help but grow worried, does he want a child? Will our child survive? Will I survive?

Tears come to my eyes and flow out before I can even think to stop them. "Oh my god, Daryl, so many things can go wrong. What if I die? What if the baby dies? We keep having so many close calls and I don't know what I'll do if I lost you. Or the baby. Or if you lost me and Kara...wha-"

"Kristina. Shh, you can't think like that. You can't dwell on what might happen. It's gonna be okay, I'm not going anywhere. And no matter what if we get separated we will always find our way back to each other. It's what we've always done and will continue to do."

I gaze up at him lovingly. I force myself to sit up and pull him into a hug, burying my face in the crook of his neck. "We'll always be together won't we?"

"Of course, we'll hopefully have this prison for a very long time. We've already had months of peace. Just try to stay calm."  I wipe the sweat off my face before pulling away. I hear approaching footsteps and look to see Bob enter my cell.

I also notice how Daryl is giving him a subtle glare. And by subtle, I mean not at all. "I've come to administer the meds. You might want to wake the little one." I nod and turn to the deep asleep, Kara. "I can't believe she slept through all that screaming and gunfire."