philophobia|| the walking dead

nineteen.

CHAPTER NINETEEN,
no worries, we're here.

Two months had passed since they took Alexandria back from the walkers. Aiden was now eight months along, about to be nine months along and she was at the point where she was actually scared to have the baby.

Daryl and Aiden has both decided that they liked the names Carl came up with.

Looks like Carl was naming their child after all.

Speaking of Carl, he lost his eye but he was alive.

He was living.

Judith had grown so much since then and she loved her Aunt Aiden.

At the moment Daryl and Rick were on a run. The Dixon man hated the fact he had to leave Alexandria so close to Aiden's due time. 

Other than that, Alexandria was strong. The people were strong.

After the walkers and the Wolves attack it made the people of Alexandria realize the danger that was around every damn corner.

"You think it's a boy or a girl?" Nathaniel asked Aiden. The woman, who's hair has grown from above her ears to right above her shoulders shrugged.

"I have a feeling it's gonna be a boy." Aiden replied. Nathaniel nodded. "Just a gut feelin', ya know?"

"I wonder if there's other people out there. You know, good ones like us." Nathaniel looked over at her.

"Maybe somewhere." The brunette said. She placed her face in the palm of her hand.

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Night settled and Aiden sat on her and Daryl's bed. She grabbed her bag that she carried before the prison and after the prison. She opened one of the smaller pockets. She grabbed what she assumed was a folded up piece of paper. She grabbed it and unfolded it.

She took a deep breath when she saw the drawing she drew a very long time ago when they were on Hershel's farm.

She stared at it before she got out of bed and grabbed one of the picture frames. She took out the picture and put the drawing inside the frame. She touched the glass part of the frame.

She decided she was going to give it to Maggie. As a little congratulations present to her and Glenn being pregnant.

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Aiden woke up to the sound of someone in the house. She grabbed her Beretta and opened the door and saw Carl already in the hall. "What the hell are you doing in our house?" Carl asked the man as he pointed his gun at the mystery man.

"I'm, uh, sitting on the steps, looking at this painting, waiting for your mom and dad to get dressed." Aiden rose her eyebrows at that comment. "Hi, I'm Jesus." The man introduced himself, looking between Carl and Aiden.

"Carl, hey, um-" Rick said when he saw his son and Aiden standing at the doorway. Aiden's eyes widened when she saw Rick shirtless. She couldn't help the snort that left her body.