* Please review even though this story is finished! I am redoing this story.*
Daryl was the last one in the caravan. He had one arm resting on the window sill and the other holding the wheel of his truck. It was a year after the outbreak and the group was still looking for a more permanent home. He was following the RV down a long dirt road. The RV was so big he couldn't see past it. He followed the caravan until he saw the brake lights.
The caravan had stopped at a large house. He pulled up beside the RV and turned off the truck. He leaned his arms against the steering wheel as he looked up at the house. There were two men standing on the porch with guns. Daryl grabbed his cross bow and exited his truck. He followed Rick and Shane as they walked up the walkway.
" Can I help you?" The oldest man on the porch asked.
" We don't mean you any harm. We are just looking for a place to rest up. We have women and children." Rick said. The oldest man nodded.
" We have women and children too. Got enough supplies, we could let you stay a few days." He said. Rick's shoulders dropped as tension left him.
" That would be great." He said.
" We have a generator with plenty of gas in the back so we got running water. Ya'll look like you need some hot water." The old man said. Rick nodded.
" We do. We are so grateful." He said.
" Get your people together and you can meet my people." The old man said. He said something to younger man at his right, then the young man went in the house. " Name's Rudy." The old man said as he stuck out his hand.
" Rick." Rick said as he shook Rudy's hand. Shane and Daryl introduced themselves next then Rick signaled to the group to come out the cars.
" We got five people here besides myself." Rudy started to explain as Rick's group started out of the cars and RV. " That was my son, Nick. We got his wife, Amanda, and they have a 9 year old, named Nicky here. Then there's a young woman named Jillian and she got an infant. Got plenty of..." The man's words trailed off for Daryl as soon as he heard the name Jillian.
He had known someone named Jillian. She had been his casual thing for a year before the outbreak. They'd hook up whenever he'd call her or she'd call him, only seeing each other for sex. They met at a bar one night, exchanged contact information and hung out a few times before a long night of drinking had them fall into bed together.
The next day, Daryl wanted to smack himself in the head. He hadn't wanted some bitch calling him and following him around. He knew better then to sleep at a girl's house but he had let his dick do the thinking for him. He was going to have sneak out of her place but she was awake. She came into her room with a cup of coffee when he woke up. She leaned against the door frame and told him the best news he had ever heard.
" So listen, last night was fun, really fun, but I don't want a boyfriend. If you want to get together for another night like last night, that's great, I'm up for it but I do not want a boyfriend." She said. Daryl sat up and stared at her.
" That's funny cuz I was thinkin the same thing." He said. She raised her eyebrow than.
" You were thinking you don't want a boyfriend?" She asked.
" That's not what I meant." He said. Jillian burst into laughter.
" I know, I'm just busting your balls." She said. " Look, seriously, last night was good, like shamefully good. You're a hot guy and I'd completely do this again but I really don't want anything serious. I like coming and going as I please." She said. They started their casual sex from that night on. They only talked when they were making plans to get together, they never shared their day together or talked about anything personal. He'd show up at her place, they'd have sex and he'd leave. It was ideal for the both of them.
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Daryl walked out of the bathroom after his shower and into the hallway. He was walking towards the stairs when he heard a door behind him open then close. A sharp intake of breath stopped him. A voice straight from his past made him turn around. He wasn't sure if what he was seeing was real or not. In front of him, looking as shocked as he felt, was Jillian.
" What the hell are you doin here?" Daryl asked as he came towards her. Jillian looked towards the door of the room she just left then back at him.
" I can't believe you're alive." She said. He reached her and grinned. He pulled her to him, hugging her tightly, surprising them both. Daryl had never been that affectionate.
" I went to you place but you were gone." He said. They pulled away and looked at each other.
" You did?" She asked.
" Yeah. As soon as I knew I was leavin, I went to get you." A small cry came from the other side of the door made Jillian jumped and look panicked for a second. Daryl frowned. " What the hell is that?"
" It is..." She paused, choosing her words carefully. " It's my baby."
" Where the hell you get a baby from?" Daryl asked. She shifted her weight around.
" I had her. She's three months old." Jillian said softly before she opened the door to the room. Daryl's mouth went tight as he followed her into the room. He was doing math in his head. Jillian walked over to the bed in the middle of the room and climbed carefully into it. " Hi." She said softly as she slipped her arms around the baby. She carefully lifted the baby up and got out of the bed.
" You were pregnant when the outbreak happen." Daryl said as she rocked the baby in her arms. Jillian nodded without looking at him. " Who's that kid's dad?" Jillian sighed and looked up at him. She walked over to him so he could see the baby better. She opened her little eyes, bright blue eyes met him.
" I didn't know I was pregnant when the outbreak happen. It was a few weeks later that I realized it." Jillian said.
" Who's that kid's dad?" Daryl asked again. He was mad. He knew they weren't a couple but he hadn't thought she was seeing anyone else.
" Her name is Avery." Jillian said as she looked back down at the baby. " Avery Dixon." She finished softly. When he didn't say anything, Jillian looked back up at him. " You're her dad."
" I ain't got a kid." Daryl said as he stared at the baby.
" Yeah, you do." She said. Avery turned her little head towards her mother's voice. She yawned and stretched out her arm before she closed her eyes. Jillian bounced her slightly. " Look, I need to lay her back down to sleep. Give me about 5 minutes and we will talk." Daryl nodded. Then he left her room without another word.
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Jillian went looking for him once the baby was sleeping. She met the other members of the group and was told Daryl had gone out hunting. She waited but when she couldn't keep her eyes open anymore, she went to bed. She climbed into her bed next to Avery and was asleep quickly. She would find him in the morning and talk to him. She understood the shock he must have been feeling. She had been pretty shocked when she realized she was pregnant.
Daryl stalked up to the house and stared up at it without going in. There was no way that baby was his. He been fucking Jillian for a year and they never once had a pregnancy scare. Yeah, they didn't use protection but there was no way that baby was his. A small nagging voice in the back of his head, told him he was wrong, she was his. He sighed and walked into the house. Either way, he was going to have to talk to her. He had to admit, he was glad to see her, glad she was alive. He quietly climbed the stairs and realized he hadn't staked out a place to sleep.
" Fuck." He said to himself.
He went to the door Jillian had went into earlier and knocked on it lightly. When no one answered, he opened the door and looked in. It was dark but he could make out the bed. He shut the door and walked in. He saw Jillian was laying in the bed, sleeping. The baby was laying beside her with a pillow on the other side of her. Jillian had one hand resting on the baby stomach's. He set his cross bow down, leaning it against the bed. He walked over to the other side and leaned down to look at the baby.
He stared at little sleeping face, trying to see if she looked at him. He sat down on the bed, not taking his eyes from her. The baby sighed and her hands twitched slightly. She turned her face towards him, her mouth hanging open. He reached out and touched her cheek. She had to be his, he knew Jillian. In his heart, he knew her and he knew Jillian wasn't sleeping with anyone else. She may have been having casual sex with him but she wasn't a whore.
" If you wake her up, I'm going to kill you." Jillian's voice startled him, making him jump.
" I ain't gonna wake her up." He snapped in a whisper.
" I went looking for you." She whispered. He nodded.
" I went out, needed to think." He said.
" What are you doing in here?" Jillian asked.
" I forget to pick out a room." He said. Jillian sighed but sat up, running her hand through her long hair.
" You can sleep in here." She said.
" You sure?" He asked. She smiled slightly.
" Yeah but on the other side of me. I don't want you to roll over and smash her." Jillian said.