I was sitting in the back of the car with him and at that moment everything was perfect. We didn't have to sneak off to see each other anymore. Daryl made me forget about all the pain in my life. We've been together for six years and I would have never guessed that he would have been the one to steal me away at the bar that night.

Now all those blissful moment are the only things that keep me going. It's been eight months since this disease broke out and the dead started to rise. Daryl and his brother Merle went on a hunting trip a week before and never made it back. The day before he was suppose to come back the neighbors came to my door telling me to pack whatever I could. I pleaded for them to wait for Daryl but to no avail I was loaded into the back of an old SUV and now Georgia is just a distant memory. We met up with a group in Vegas and decided to lay low there.

As the days went by I began to grow sick. Hershel who was the doctor of our group ran some tests and found out that I was pregnant. I stuck by him most of the time since I was in no condition to go on runs or help kill walkers.

Months had gone by and my due date got closer and closer. I was terrified. I didn't want to bring a baby into a world like this but I was reassured that I would be taken care of. We hit pay dirt when we found houses that still had running water and electricity. "Everything is looking good! This should be a happy time for you." He was right. This should have been a happy time but it turned out to be another problem. I had wanted a baby so badly but not like this.

I kept wishing every night for a miracle that one day on a run someone would find Daryl but I'm not that lucky. When Hershel left I sat down rubbing my watermelon sized stomach. Tears began to fall as I thought about my baby not having a dad in his or hers life.

I'm only twenty two.

I can't do this.

The knock at the door brought me back to reality. The leader of our group Rick stood outside shuffling his feet from side to side. "More survivors were found and I need you to help Hershel with their wounds." "How many?" I shut the door and walked with him towards out "infirmary". "Just two. I think they are brothers."

As soon as I saw the buzz cut hair I recognized him as Merle Dixon. Rick helped Merle to his feet and brought him back to the clinic. He smiled up at me as I checked the deep gash on his arm. "That boy hasn't shudup bout ya since the world went ta shit." "What happened to you both?" Rick brought over my needles and left to help Hershel. "We were almost home when we saw the first dead fucker! We got outta Georgia and Daryl got his dumbass sick from refusing to eat or sleep til he found ya."He winced as the thread pulled at his skin. "When he got back on his feet we got captured and were beaten pretty bad but we escaped and ended up here." I finished up the stitch and wrapped the gauze on to protect it. "How bad are Daryl's injuries?" "He got beat pretty bad and when we escaped they shot him and it clipped his shoulder but what ya really need ta worry bout is the fact that hes gonna pop a blood vessel when he sees you is pregnant."

I chuckled a bit. "Well this isn't just my fault you know." I helped him to his feet and handed him some pain killers. "There is an empty house at the end of the lot by mine that you can rest in. If you need anything I'm right next door." He gave me a quick nod and headed down the path. I glanced over to see Rick and Hershel carrying Daryl to my place.

I felt something tug on my shirt and turned around to see Carl. "My dad wanted me to tell you that Mr. Dixon passed out during surgery and won't be awake for a few hours." "Thank you sweetie!" He smiled and ran back towards Sofia.

I nodded at Rick as he passed by looking for his always disappearing wife Lori. When I walked in Daryl was sprawled out on the couch. He looked the same as I remembered. His arms we still the same build and his hair was still in his eyes since he always refused to let me cut it. I draped a blanket over him and almost jumped out of my skin when he began to stir.

My feet shuffled towards the kitchen to keep me busy and to have something for him to eat for when he wakes. I was almost ready to put the chicken in the oven when I heard the groaning. I walked in and saw that his eyes were still closed. "Daryl?" I walked closer to the couch and touched his forehead. He grabbed my wrist and looked at me with confusion and relief.

Anger rose inside of him as he noticed my bulging belly. "Who the fuck got ya knocked up?!" He stood up and pointed a dirty finger at me. "Ya letting other guys touch whats mine?" I placed both of my hands on either side of his face. "It's yours."

His face went from red to pale to red again. "Shit Scar how did this happen?" He slumped back down on the couch. "The night before you and Merle left for that trip." He jumped up gripping my waist gently. "Are ya alright? How much longer til he pops out?" "Less than a month I think." He picked me up bridal style and carried me towards the kitchen. "Daryl you shouldn't be lifting with all your injuries!"

He grunted and set me down on the counter. The chicken was bubbling in the oven and I had to break the silence. "Daryl I need to tell you something."