(Author/Red: This is what Alita wears for this chapter. Hope you enjoy the chapter.)
Alita's Point of View
The next day, I sat on the steps holding the ultrasound photo, I did it for my baby, for my family...
I did the right thing, I've never had such a hard time with killing people, but it felt wrong. Maybe it was from killing them in their sleep, or the fear of retaliation from...
Him...
Later I slip the photo in my shirt pocket, running a hand through my hair I took a deep breath.
I paced the porch today, I looked up when Daryl comes up the steps.
"I'm goin' on a run." Daryl informs me.
"I'll come with." I mumbled going to get my stuff.
"No." I heard Daryl say, my hand froze just before I gripped the door knob.
He's told me no before, not to go on runs, but the edge in his voice was different.
"What do you mean no? I can help—" I started.
LI got Rosita and Denise with me, we ain't gotta enough room anyways." He said, I turned to him, my eyebrows knitting together.
"Why?" I asked lowly trying to keep from snapping at him.
"You need to rest, for the baby." He stated, I run my tongue over my teeth before looking at him.
"Daryl, if you use me being pregnant one more time to try and keep me from doing something, I'm gonna—" I started.
"You haven't been right." He cuts me off, I tilt my head a little.
"What do you mean?" I asked him.
"Since we killed those Saviors, you haven't been right." He said, and I scoffed.
"I'm fine." I said, sighing.
"You've been sitting on them steps or with some others for days, just staring off. Or barely talkin'." He told me.
"Well, I'm sorry, Daryl. Next time I kill people in their sleep, I'll try and be more cheery for you." I hissed opening the door.
"That's not what I'm saying—" Daryl started.
"Then what are you saying, Daryl?! That now I'm pregnant and you don't think I can handle my ****?" I snapped whirling around on him.
"No—" Daryl started.
"What? You trust Rosita out there more than me?" I asked.
"Alita, let me talk—" Daryl started once again.
"That just because I couldn't bounce back from killing those men that I'm not strong enough to protect you or— Or our family anymore?" I asked, sighing.
"******** it, shut up!" He hollers, and I jumped a little, he runs a hand over his face.
"I don't want to lose you, or the baby. I want to protect you." He said to me.
"And I want to protect you. And I can't do that if you leave on your own." I muttered.
"I'm goin' on that run, and you're staying here. We'll be back before it gets dark." He said.
With that he walks away, turning around I head inside slamming the door shut behind me. Soon I sighed and punched he sofa.
"Are you okay?" Carl asks walking over.
"Yeah, I'm alright, just needed to..." I started.
"Just wanted to take your anger out on something?" He said and I nodded smirking a bit.
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