My Redneck (Sequel to That Redneck/ Daryl Dixon Fanfic)

Chapter 23- Moving On

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"Catch me Mariah! Catch me!" Victoria giggled over her shoulder as her golden blonde hair flooded down her back.

It had been nearly a month since Daryl and I lost our baby. For two weeks neither Daryl or I did anything besides lay in bed and occasionally eat. People dropped by with pity plastered to their faces every day to see us, whether they knew who I was or not.

It was hard to have so much anger towards the people we loved, even though they didn't do anything. We didn't want their pity. We wanted our baby.

It was difficult to leave the comfort of my bed and go out to do normal things, but I had to if I ever wanted to move on. It was even more difficult with Victoria around, reminding me every day that we would never have a child like her.

I gained speed on her, my arms so close to catching her little body and spinning her around in a hug. She giggled hysterically and pushed her legs faster making her run even farther ahead.

"MARIAH!" Someone shouted from behind me, making me snap out of the child's game I played so carelessly.

I slowed my running and whirled around to find the source of the voice. Allison leaned against the fence post up near the Prison common yard and I looked back to see Victoria had stopped running, her face shaped into a sad, little pout.

"ONE SECOND ALLISON!" I shouted back before sretching out my hand for Victoria to take. She smiled a toothy grin and ran towards me. She grabbed my hand and I pulled her up into my arms. I dramatically groaned as she swung her arms around my neck.

Slowly, I made my way over to Allison. I swung Victoria down beside her and caught my breath. Allison looked worn out and tired. Her usual happy expression was exhausted and full of sadness with dark circles making themselves at home under her eyes. Allison had basically been Taylor's personal nurse since she woke up, no wonder she looked so exhausted. "It's Taylor." Allison mumbled as she looked back at the Prison with concern.

"Oh god." I sighed before rubbing my forehead. I sighed and started to jog towards the Prison doors. "Watch Tori!" I shouted over my shoulder before I shoved open the door and ran down the hallway.

"Taylor?" I yelled as I burst into cell block-C.

Silence.

"TAYLOR WHERE ARE YOU?!" I screamed, not bothering to even keep my calm. I looked around the near empty cell block as random people stared back at me like I had three heads.

Then the disgruntled sound of puking answered me back and I ran to her cell. I opened the door and watched as she spewed the contents of her stomach out onto the concrete floor. I sighed and kneeled down beside her, rubbing her back gently as she vomited. I ignored the grotesque smell as best I could but still couldn't help but gage a little bit.

After a minute of the vile fluids flowing out of her mouth she sat back and looked up at me groggily. "Morning sickness." She grunted as she wiped her cheek of yellowish vomit.

"It's alright." I sighed. "Let's get you cleaned up."

During the past little while, Taylor's been so sick with her pregnancy. It was off and on most of the time, I wasn't even sure how to react at first but Caleb and Hershel reassured me it was normal.

I helped her into the shower room, cringing when I saw the stall where I had previously collapsed. I pumped up some water and she took off her soiled shirt to reveal a baby bump streching out of her boney stomach. "I think I'm dying." Taylor moaned as the water poured over her shoulders.