* So I heard an interview where Reedus said when he said he was playing Daryl like a virgin he meant that Daryl was a virgin in regards to emotions and feelings, not sexually. He said that Daryl would fuck you, but he won't cuddle you afterwards, even if he wanted too. I had a few people tell me that wanted to see Daryl go through a pregnancy and delivery. While I did make him do that in one story, I decided to try it again but in a different way. I hope you like it! *
The first time Daryl and Layla slept together was right after Merle went missing and the walkers had attacked the camp. Both had been stressed when she went into his tent. It was nothing serious, she had whispered. It was just about getting off and having a clear head, she had said. He was a man and he hadn't gotten laid in a while so when she yanked her shirt off, it was over for him.
The next time they were together was the next night when they reached the CDC. They had gotten drunk. She had followed him to his room and they took a shower together. He had been so drunk he hadn't thought about the mess of scars that littered his chest, back and stomach. All he had been thinking about was how hot she looked with water and soap running down her back and prefect ass while he pumped inside her. Both her hands had been on the shower wall at the time. His had been planted on either side of her head.
The group fled the CDC the next day, Sophia had been lost and the group had slept on the highway. Layla had been in her car while Daryl had went into the RV for the night. But he hadn't stayed there. He had gotten up, went outside and made his way over to her car. Without a word between them, Daryl opened the door to her Saturn. Layla watched as he climbed in and locked the door. She didn't fight him when he reached for her. He had gripped her hips hard while they stared at each other. They kept their eyes locked together as they moved together. He bit the inside of his cheek when she started to cum under him a second before he exploded.
The first night at Hershel's farm they had sex again. During the day, he searched for Sophia. Layla had helped a few times but Daryl preferred to do it alone. She hadn't fought him on it. After their first night at the farm, they continued taking turns going to each other's tent. They both knew what it was. They didn't need to talk about it. They would wait until everyone had gone to bed so no one would ask questions.
The day Sophia had been found as a walker, he had stormed over to Layla while she stared at the firepit after Sophia had been buried. He had been covered in dirt and sweat. Layla had been quietly hanging up her shirts, in complete shock. Daryl's face had been hard and dark. He snatched up her arm and yanked her into the tent. On her hands and knees he had drilled into her, taking out all his anger on her tight body. After she had came, he buried himself inside her and poured out.
They were casual. That was what they both needed and wanted. They didn't talk much during the day. They had talked quietly when they looked for Sophia but after her burial, Daryl had packed his stuff up and moved across the field. Layla still went to him because she knew he wouldn't go to her when she was with the group. He was angry and upset. She thought things would stay that way between them. Then she missed her period and asked Maggie to get her a test. The women had become fast friends. When she found out she was pregnant, Layla had sat in the field and cried.
The next day, Daryl had stared hard at her. She hadn't went to his tent the night before and she knew he was wondering why. She was sure he had waited for her but she couldn't go to him because she couldn't stop herself from crying the entire night. As it was, she was barely holding it together while she walked to the RV. Besides Maggie, there was one other person she needed to talk too. Dale. He was her uncle, after all
" Uncle Dale?" Layla called out as she walked into the RV. She could feel Daryl's hard stare but she was going to ignore him. She needed advice before she went to him. Dale had a smile as he walked out of the back of the RV.
" Hey Layla. What can this old man do for you?" He asked. She sat down at his table with her chin quivering. Dale's smile faded as he sank down across from her. " What's wrong?" He asked.
" Something happen." She said quietly. Dale sat back with his eyes wide.
" What now?" He asked. She glanced up at him then back at the table.
" I need to tell you something. It's huge." She said. Dale reached across the table and placed his hand on top of hers.
" What is it?" He asked quietly. She rubbed her lips together hard as she shook her head. Tears clouded her vision. " Whatever it is, Honey, it can't be worst than the dead walking." He said gently.
" I'm pregnant." She whispered. When he didn't speak, she looked up at him. Dale's face was pale.
" Who's the dad?" He finally asked.
Layla looked out the side window and finally meet Daryl's waiting eyes. He was leaning against a tree outside with his arms crossed over his chest. Rick and Shane were standing in front of him, no doubt making plans on what they should do. Daryl was trying to look casual and like he was paying attention to the men, but Layla knew better. Dale followed her gaze.
" Oh, Layla, tell me it's not Shane." He said. Layla frowned as she looked at him.
" What? Hell no!" She said. The whole idea disgusted her.
" Rick?" Dale asked in shock.
" Uncle Dale, come on! You know I'm not a home wrecker." She said quickly. Dale looked back out as he frowned. He shook his head and looked back at her.
" Daryl?" He asked in shock. Layla nodded slowly. Dale took his hat off and swept his hand over his face. " How? When? Are you a couple?"
" No, we aren't. We were just using each other. We started sleeping together right after Merle went missing and we haven't stopped." She said.
" Does he know?" Dale asked.
" No. I missed my period and asked Maggie to get me a test when she and Glenn went to town. I took it last night." She said.
" How many times have you two been together?" Dale asked.
" Every night since we have been here and a few times when we were on the road." Layla said.
" I don't understand how this happen. The doctors said you couldn't get pregnant." Dale said softly. Layla nodded.
" I know." She said.
Layla had gotten married at age 22. Her and her husband, Mitch, had tried to get pregnant but it never happen. By age 24 they started seeing a doctor. Tests were ran, her blood was draw, scans were given and they were told Layla was unable to get pregnant on her own. She started a series of shots that were supposed to increase her ovulation but three months into the treatments, Mitch was killed in a car accident. That was six years beforehand.
" You need to tell him." Dale said. Layla nodded.
" I know." She repeated.
" Do you know how?" He asked.
" No." She dropped her head, let her elbows come to rest on the table top, and covered her face as she started to cry.
" Oh, Honey." Dale slipped from the booth and moved to her. He put his arm around her and pulled her to him. Layla turned and put her arms around him.
" What can I do?" She cried. " On one hand this may be my only shot to be a mother. On the other, there are no doctors around, no hospital and there are walkers everywhere." Dale started to rub her back.
" We will figure something out." He promised.
When Layla had herself together, she walked out of the RV. Daryl straighted up and continued to stare at her. Layla met his eyes only to look away and turn from him. He frowned as he watch her disappear around the RV. Dale came out next. He looked upset. He met Daryl's eyes then turned and went back inside the RV.
' What the fuck?' Daryl said to himself.
He didn't miss how she avoided him all day. He would catch her eyes for a few seconds at a time but that was it. He was growing more and more pissed off. Yeah, they decided to keep things casual between them but if she didn't want him, she should at least tell him. He couldn't understand how things had changed so fast between them.
Later that night, Daryl was sitting at his fire pit with a few sticks around him. He had a stick in his hand and was shaping it, cutting it to form an arrow. He was annoyed. He was mad. She had sat across from him in the fire at dinner but when she finished up, she had left and went to her tent. He hadn't been able to get her to look at him, not even once.
" Daryl?" Layla's voice made his hands freeze and his mouth grew taunt.
" What?" He growled out.
" We need to talk." She said.
" Don't need to talk. Kept things casual, we both know it. If it's over it's over then. Ain't got to talk about it." He said. Layla took a deep breath which made him glance up at her. She was standing on the other side of his fire. Her arms were crossed over her chest and she was staring at the fire. He frowned then looked at his stick as he started his work again.
" This isn't about ending what we were doing." She said finally.
" Yeah, then what's it about?" He asked. She took another deep breath and looked at him.
" Daryl, look at me." She said. He sighed and shook his head but he looked up at her. Her chin was quivering and he narrowed his eyes. " I'm...I'm pregnant."
" What you say?" He asked quietly.
" I'm pregnant." She said. Her voice was just as soft. He was breathing slow and hard. Slowly, he set his knife down and then the sticks. His hands came to rest against his legs. She shifted her weight to her left leg. " Say something." She said as a tear started down her cheek.
" Ain't nothin to say. You're pregnant. I know it's mine. We best get your shit and move it up here." He said as he stood up.
" What?" She asked.
" That's my baby in there so now it's my job to take care of you, protect you. Can't do that when you're down there so let's go." He said.
" Just like that? You don't have anything else to say?" Layla asked. Daryl shook his head as he walked around the fire.
" Ain't nothin to say. Dixons take care of their own." Was his only comment.
Layla frowned but followed after him. This was not what she expected from him. Daryl tended to fly off the handle and get angry. He yelled, he stomped, he never just stood up and handled things calmly. She watched as he made his way towards her tent, glancing behind him as he walked just to make sure she was still there. Telling him had went over easier than she had thought it was going to go and that made her worried.
No one said anything when Daryl walked over to her tent although plenty of the group was still up and watching in disbelief. Layla walked in after him and started to grab her bags. All of her clothes were still in the bags. Daryl gathered up her pillows and blankets. She only had two pillows but she had a bunch of blankets. He would take her tent down in the morning.
While he shouldered her blankets, she carried her three bags. She was making herself swallow repeated so she didn't throw up. It wasn't pregnancy sickness that was causing her upset stomach, it was nerves. Daryl was to calm, to quiet and to put together. She refused to look at anyone. In the morning they would ask their questions and until then she wasn't sure what to say. She wasn't sure what Daryl would say. He tended to be a private person but a baby was not something she would be able to hide for long. Plus, no one had known what she and him had been up too. As far as the group was concerned, they barely talked and now they were carrying all her things to his side of the field.