Lilly Watkins has always been the strong one compared to her twin. That doesn't change when the dead start walking. Taking care of her family during the apocalypse, she never relied on anyone else. When she meets Daryl Dixon, a more temperamental pe...
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"There's a Shopping Center but there's too much debris on the road," Maggie says. "No care will make it through."
"I'll take one of you," Daryl says.
"I'm going. I have to go," I say adamantly.
"But Lilly—" Maggie starts but I hold up my hand, moving towards the motorcycle.
"I need to go. Please don't question it." I get on behind Daryl and together we leave, the other two watching as we go.
Our first stop is what looks like a daycare. I definitely won't find what I need here but at least we might find formula.
"Company's close. Stay tight," Daryl says and I nod back to him, pulling out my ax. Using the handle, I smash in a window, carefully climbing in and avoiding the broken glass. My stomach turns when I realize I'm in the infant room. Just seeing what life used to be like and how normal it all seems honestly hurts. Even if I'm pregnant, I can never have this.
"You okay?" Daryl asks, coming up beside me as I looked at an empty crib.
Shaking my thoughts, I nod. "Peachy." I open the cupboards, filling my bag with bottles and other baby items. When I stand up, I notice Daryl's gaze is on a handprint with the name "Sofie".
"You okay?" I throwback this time.
"Peachy," he mocks and we continue through the building. As we go along, we hear rattling. It sounds as if someone locked a Walker up, but I'm not hugely sure, and neither is Daryl. We pinpoint the sound from the kitchen, standing on either side of the entrance, ready for any surprises.
I open the cupboard as Daryl aims at it. An animal hisses at me before receiving a bolt to the head.
"Hello, dinner."
I gag, stepping away. "I'm not putting that in my bag." I open the cupboards in the kitchen. "Jackpot!" I tell him as I load the formula into my backpack. Suddenly, I'm pinned to the counter. I turn, looking at Daryl. "Not a good time for this, Dare Bear."
He doesn't look in the mood for joking. "What do ya need from this run, Lilly?"
I look away. "Nothing."
He tilts my head to look him in the eyes. "Bullshit. Tell me what ya needed, Lilly?"
I can't help but tear up, maybe from his harsh tone or from what I'm about to tell him. I grab his hand, thankful that he's letting me, and slowly bring it to my abdomen. "I think I'm pregnant."
"No, ya can't be." He doesn't take his hand away, pressing firmer as if he can detect a heartbeat himself.
"I'm sorry," I mutter, burying my face in my hands.
He pulls them away. "We're losing daylight. Let's get you a test."
"Are you mad?" I ask in slight fear of the answer.
"I don't know what I am, Lilly, but I'm not abandoning you. C'mon."
It's dark by the time we hit the nearby pharmacy and head back to the prison. The baby is crying when we walk in and I'm quick to unload my backpack for Maggie and Beth, except for the pregnancy test.
"How's she doing?" Daryl asks, taking the baby from Carl, shushing her as he does. My eyebrows raise as he does. Since when was he good with babies?
Beth goes over and gives him a bottle. He takes it expertly, putting it into her mouth. The crying stops and relieved sighs go out around the room. Daryl chuckles, smiling at the others in the room as he rocks the baby. "She got a name yet?"
"Not yet," Carl replies sadly. "But I was thinking maybe Sofia. Then there's Carol, too...and Andrea." He lists off members that we've lost. "I don't know," he says, turning away.
Daryl looks down lovingly at the baby, almost cooing. "Yeah, you like that, Lil Ass-kicker?" He looks at all of us. "Right? That's a good name, right? Little Ass-Kicker, you like that, huh? You like that, sweetheart?" My heart literally melts at the sight.
Later that night before bed, Daryl finds me. Wordlessly, we head to the bathroom area outside.
"Can you turn around?" I ask him and he just chuckles humorlessly.
"Nothing I ain't seen before."
He's right and with a sigh, I squat down, peeing on the stick. When I'm decent again, Daryl and I start walking along the fence as we wait for the verdict.
"You were really good in there."
"I do like babies, believe it or not," he says gruffly. "With everything that happened with Lori, I can't be excited about this. I don't want to lose the one person that makes all of this shit bearable. You've seen Rick and how he lost his shit."
I nod. "I get that, Daryl, but there was something wrong with Lori's pregnancy. We don't know if that would happen to me or not."
"Is it done yet?"
I look down at the stick, nodding. "You're going to be a father, Daryl."
