Worth It

Chapter 27: Welcome to the Tombs

I pout in the corner, watching as Daryl packs our things. "This is stupid." I grumble, annoyed at our now empty cell. It was so cute.

He ignores me, packing his things into his own bag, now that mine was too, we're finished. "Wait." I say to him, standing up.

I walked over to him and grabbed his bag. I pull out a little onesie for a baby. I hold it up. "What is this." He sighs, taking it from my hands.

"Happy birthday." He tells me, showing me the blue pajamas. I stare at him wide eyed. "How'd you know?" 

"Sam." I take the piece of fabric gently, running my fingers over it. "Its beautiful. Thank you." He smiles at me and pulls me into him, kissing the top of my head. "Why blue?"

"Cause it'll be a boy." I laugh at him. "How do you know?" he shrugs, continuing to pack his bag. "It better be. I don't want to deal with protecting a baby girl from the boys."

I smile and shake me head, continuing to stare at the onesie. 

Daryl had packed most of my things into his own bag so that mine was lighter. He helps me put on my thick winter jacket before throwing his bag on. I grab my bow and follow him out to the cars.

He places his and mine into the car. "Can't you go into the woods too?" I roll my eyes, shutting the trunk. "No. I'm staying with you. Easiest way to protect me right?" He sighs, following me over to Rick.

"I've never seen him this mad. Not even when Lori died. He just shut down." Glenn says to Rick, watching Carl over his shoulder. Rick nods and looks down at his hands. "He's still a kid. It's easy to forget." 

I nudge him away from the hood of the car and lean in. "Compressor." I mumble, sticking the plug back in. I shut the hood and watch as Rick walks away.

"They gonna be okay?" I ask Glenn, crossing my arms and leaning up against the hood of the car. "I hope so." 

I sigh and pat his shoulder, walking over to Daryl and his bike. I sit down in front of him, fiddling with one of his arrows while he cleaned his bike.

"You know," Daryl says, interrupting the silence, "Merle never did nothing like that his whole life." Carol was behind him, listening.

"He gave us a chance." I mumbled, staring at the arrow in my hand. "That he did." Carol says, before leaning down and kissing my forehead. Daryl sighs and stands up, offering me his hand. I smile and take it as he helps me up.

I throw on one of the blankets and get onto the back of the bike, waiting for Daryl to join me. He hands me the two bags of arrows and I sling one of them onto my back along with my bow.

"You ready for this baby?" I ask Daryl, sighing against his back. "No." He says, walking the bike over to the rest of the cars. "But you better be. I need someone to watch my back." I laugh, but it was dry and dead. I was still scared over the pregnancy and now we had to leave.

I kissed James forehead and Sam patted his back before following us back to the prison. They left in their car as we drove the rest of ours around back.

I could hear when they arrived. They shot out everything. That I could hear anyway. I covered my ears, leaning up against one of the walls. 

"It's okay." Rick says when the shooting stops. "We got this." I nod, slinging my loaded bow over my shoulder and taking out my gun. I loved my bow but the automatic would kick ass here. 

I heard the clanging go our metal door being opened and we all fall silent, waiting. I take a deep breath and shake my nerves off of me. I had to take care of Daryl, Sam, and my baby. It was time to kick ass.