The Walking Dead Preferences/Imagines

Don't Panic (Merle)

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When you first told Merle you were pregnant, you expected him to be afraid of being a father, since the only thing his own father could do was drink and beat him and his little brother.

What you didn't expect was him being super protective toward you,

For example, when you needed a glass of water, Merle urged you to stay on the couch while he went to the kitchen, retrieving your glass, or, every time you were going to climb the stairs to your bedroom, he would take you bridal style, so you won't tired yourself.

However, it was worth put up with his overprotectiveness because of his sweet moments with your baby.

It didn't matter if you were awake or asleep, sit or standing, Merle would crouch down, spoking and caressing and kissing your belly.

"Hey little one? It's your daddy. You will be so loved" accompanied by your baby's kicks, apparently recognizing his father's voice, this prompting Merle to try to calm the excited unborn baby down.

"Hush, you're gonna wake up your mama, she's such a strong woman you know? She puts up with your daddy every day, so, she needs a good rest".

He was completely oblivious that you were already wake, eavesdrop his conversation with a smile on your face.

You could tell, he looked forward to be a father.

Now, an heavily pregnant you were trying to get up from the couch.

Doctor Carson told you that it was almost time, it may only be a matter of days before you and your husband can finally welcome your baby.

Entering the kitchen, you made your way toward the sink.

"And where do you think are going, princess?"

Turning around, you noticed Merle laying on the door frame.

"I needed a glass of water"

"I could take it for you, you know that"

You appreciated his constant attentions, but now he was overstepping the mark.

"I needed to get up and walk a little, besides, walking doesn't hurt the ba-"

Merle noticed something wasn't right, and walked toward you.

"Sweetheart, what's wrong?"

You didn't answer him, you just moved your gaze from his face toward the ground.

Following your gaze, Merle notice a puddle on your feet.

"Merle...call doctor Carson"

Suddenly, you felt an agonizing pain, and you couldn't stop a scream coming from your mouth.

Leaning with your arms on the kitchen table, you started to take deep and fast breath.

Meanwhile, Merle was walking back and forth bubbling nosense.

"We need towels, waters, oh hell, we need a doctor and medicine"

He was in panic, and him being in panic made your situation worse.

"MERLE DIXON, SHUT YOUR MOUTH FOR A MINUTE, WILL YOU?"

He suddenly came to a stop, walking immediately towards you.

With one of your arms leaned on the table, the other went to grab Merle's black jacket.

"Calm down! Breath with me okay? Inhale and exale?"

He started to follow your rhythm, calming down a bit.

"One more time baby, Inhale and ex-AAAAH"

Your hands went immediately at your belly, and this prompted Merle to go outside your shared home and calling for his brother, who luckily, was outside , working on his bike.

While Merle sent Daryl to call the doctor, the older Dixon walked back inside, took you into his arms and brought you on a makeshift bed on the floor, with cushion and everything to make you comfortable.

He was so happy he made that thing some days ago, knowing that the baby could come at any moment.

After Daryl brought Carson at your place, and a very long time of you screaming and pushing, you and Merle could finally welcome your baby boy, Alexander; Alex for short, in honor to the community where you and Merle could finally start a family.

Finally you were on your bed, with Merle sit beside you, watching you breastfeeding the little child.

"I still think we should've named him Merle jr."
"Over my dead body" you smirked at him.

Scoffing, Merle kissed you.

"I love you so much (Y/n)"

"I love you too baby".

Smiling, you gave him the now satisfied sleeping baby to him.

Alex started to wake up, but Merle bought him close to him, rocking him gently.

You couldn't help but smile, seeing someone like Merle, cradling a little creature, and treating him with so much love.

You were sure, that despite his usual behavior and his difficult past, he was going to be a good daddy.