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I was meaning to put this as an author's note last time, but for the most part the short chapters are intentional. I see them like being one-shots almost. I don't normally write short chapters for stories, but I thought I'd change it up for this one.

For the most part, she did her best to avoid Dwight at all cost. If she saw him on one side of a hallway, she'd quickly turn a corner. When it was clear he was doing his best to seek her out without alerting Negan, she spent a good amount of time in the lounge with the other wives hiding away. She couldn't imagine facing him now, though she knew it would happen sooner or later. By now she knew he would ask why she was avoiding him because it had to be obvious to him.

He wouldn't know. She was firm on keeping her mouth shut. But then she thought of the doctor and what would happen if he wasn't about to help her. Then she'd have little choice but to tell him. Dwight still cared for her. If she decided she needed to tell one other person Dwight was the one.

Of course, the reaction he'd give would break her heart. Imagining his fallen expression made her feel disgusted with herself.

Sherry walked to her usual spot in the stairway, arms wrapped around her stomach almost protectively. Once she leaned against the wall she naturally fished for one of her cigarettes, but found herself stopping. Now that she was pregnant, she couldn't smoke right?

Then she blinked and cursed herself for thinking that she actually cared. What did it matter if she was going to get rid of the baby anyways?

She plucked out a cigarette and lit it, hoping it would help in knocking away the worst stress of her life.

For a while, she just leaned against the wall staring off into nothing and drowning out her surroundings. She had a need to cry, but she really didn't believe she had any more tears left.

"Hey."

She turned quickly, startled at Dwight's sudden arrival below her. Her eyes dropped and she shifted uncomfortably as he made his way towards her.

"Hey." Keeping an eye on her feet seemed more interesting than looking at her ex.

Dwight leaned on the opposite wall and simply waited, but she still couldn't meet his eyes.

"Something you wanna tell me?"

There was a sudden shock and her body tensed. At last she looked at him. He still carried the same barely hidden expression of misery whenever they spoke, so it was difficult to tell whether or not he knew. If Dr. Carson broke the truth, she swore she would see to it that Negan did something to him. Such a vicious thought legitimately scared her.

"Like what?" she asked slowly.

"Why you been avoiding me."

"I haven't," she lied. She took a drag off her cigarette and tried to look indifferent.

"Don't take me for an idiot. I can tell. I know you too well."

She exhaled but stayed steady.

"Just because we haven't ran into each other lately doesn't mean I'm avoiding you." She paused and willed herself to stay strong. "One of the girls has been upset lately so I've been tending to her."

She didn't think of it as a full blown lie if it was in regards to herself.

"Oh."

Sherry could tell he didn't fully buy it. He pulled a cigarette of his own and lit it.

"I was starting to think…" he drifted off as he stared at her. Sherry stared back into a man she barely recognized and wondered how much more he'd change if he knew.

"Starting to think…what?"

He shook he head and looked away.

"No," she insisted. "Tell me."

He didn't look at her when he answered.

"I lost you to Negan."

"I did that to save you."

"Yeah," he said sounding quite exhausted as he turned to her. "I didn't know if…I was worried you might…"

He didn't need to finish for her to understand. Just as he knew her, she knew him. Her face fell, appalled.

"Dwight, are you shitting me? I could never actually love Negan."

She certainly couldn't love him after what he'd done to her. Dwight nodded, believing her words, then he leaned in close to her. A tremor went through her body as she anticipated something she missed.

"You know you can tell me anything right?"

For a minute she felt a strong inclination to blurt it out. Her hand unconsciously went to her stomach but at the last second she moved it away. She just couldn't risk it. Who was to say he wouldn't go charging up to Negan and attempt something that would get him killed. Who was to say he wouldn't turn his back on her completely, deciding she belonged with that bastard.

She looked into his eyes for a long time, heart heavy with so much pain.

"I know," she whispered.

He gave a nod and walked past her. She dropped her eyes as the need to cry stirred within her yet again.

I appreciate you few who are enjoying this fic. I know Sherry gets over looked in TWD fanfics.