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The idea has been bugging me lately when I thought back to the episode "The Cell". I wondered what would happen if the test wasn't negative. What would she do? I don't know much about Sherry, so I'm kinda playing her character by ear as best I can in concerns to the show.
Sherry stared in disbelief at the positive sign on the stick. There was a slight tremble to her fingers as she held it. She didn't want to hold it, she didn't want to even look at it, but she just couldn't turn away from the dreaded thing.
When she was able to tear her eyes away, a tear gently rolled down her cheek. Her mind was frozen yet she was able to think back to her appointment months ago with Dr. Carson, when Dwight had walked in with Daryl. She had been negative then, but apparently not now. To anyone else it wouldn't be surprising considering she was his favorite wife, always getting used. The things was, she had never expected for such a thing to happen. Sure she had always checked, but she had also put trust in the idea that Negan was just incapable of giving life. None of the other wives had been so unfortunate so why did it fall upon her. She'd lost Dwight, she'd lost her freedom and now this. It wasn't something to be proud of.
She wiped the tear away expecting not to go numb, but she gasped and had to cover her mouth as the flood came. She tried hard not to think of Dwight and what it would mean should he find out. She tried not to imagine the shit-eating grin that was likely to form on Negan's face upon hearing the news. It didn't matter if he thought they were married. It wasn't real. They weren't supposed to be some happy little family. It was all just pure hell, and now the hell had gotten a lot hotter.
She eventually regained control of herself and pocketed the test until she could find the best means to destroy and hide it. She stood and straightened her dress as best she could before exiting the bathroom. Crying wouldn't help anything now. The seed was sown and in nine months Negan would have an heir to his empire, unless she was lucky.
They had a doctor, and doctors had means to make such a thing go away. Sherry had never thought about becoming a mother when she'd gotten together with Dwight. They had talked about it briefly, more like joked about it. Dwight had always chuckled and claimed he'd make a lousy dad and she had joked that maybe they should experiment and find out. In truth she couldn't imagine herself with a kid, not really anyways. Every now and then she had imagined what they're kid would look like, but she hadn't been sure she wanted that. Now it had happened.
Sherry rejoined the other women, doing her best not to tear up and remaining hopeful the doctor would have what she needed to end the spawn of that devil.
I know the chapter's short. I considered making one long oneshot, but I like the idea of telling the story another way. If there's interest for more, I'll definitely continue.