Disclaimer: I don't own the characters or show, I'm just having a lot of fun with them.

Warnings: Violence, Blood and Gore, Mpreg, Adult Situations.

A/N: There is a sexual scene between two female characters, if you don't go for that you can just skip over it.

Day 5

Glenn

I was lying on my side, I was trying to find a comfortable spot to sleep, it seemed I had grown twice as big the last couple of weeks, I was now in the maternity clothes and I really hated it but it was the best I had. Sleeping was hard enough as it was with Daryl, only God knows where, if he's even still alive, Rick and the others were losing hope of him ever showing up. But something inside was telling me he was alive and would find us.

The wind outside was howling against the side of the storage unit we were hauled up in. The snow was really coming down and it was freezing as we used what blankets we'd found and huddled together to keep warm, I missed the feel of Daryl's arms around me, his smell, his touch, his warmth. The sound of his voice against my ear as he spoke sweet nothings in the middle of the night.

I just wanted Daryl to be there, I closed my eyes as I tried to fall asleep, something I'd been getting use to the last several weeks, as we waited in this storage unit for Daryl to find us, and I knew without a doubt he would, something in my heart and gut was telling me he was on his way. I didn't know how to explain it to the others, it was just something I instinctively knew, though I had a feeling that it wasn't actually me that knew, it was. I placed my hand on my belly where I felt the baby kicking before I finally found sleep for the night.

Day 18

Andrea

I moaned as Michonne kissed my neck, I wrapped my arms around her as the fire started to dwindle out. "Wait, wait Michonne." I said softly, she pulled back. It was really cold, we were on blankets and my wound was now a small scare, we didn't know how it happened. But it did, and it was a miracle and we weren't questioning it.

Michonne pulled back and saw the fire going out. She threw the blanket over my mostly naked body as she moved to stoke it back to life and add the driest wood we'd been able to find lately. Then slipped out of the rest of her clothes, she was gorgeous, I had never gone for women before but there was something about Michonne that pulled at me.

I pushed off my panties and took off my bra as she joined me back in the blankets and kissed me, mapping out each other's mouths as we made out, roaming our hands down each other's backs and arms, around to our breast to cup and feel at as we continued to make out moaning as one of her hands went down my stomach to between my legs where she started to manipulate me, I moaned and cried out her name as I bared my neck and scratched at her back.

She moved from my neck to my breasts using her free hand to cup and hold and roll them as her mouth licked and sucked at my nipples, my moans picking up as her other hand continued to work on my clitoris bringing me infinite amounts of pleasure. I wanted to please her too but she was driving me out of my mind think about anything but how turned on I was.

Michonne moved from my breasts down to my navel, licking and sucking and kissing as her hands continued to cause me great pleasure, in ways I never imagined a woman could. I've only ever been with men, as for Michonne I didn't know, but she certainly seemed to have experience in this as I cried out when her tongue replaced what her fingers had been doing.

My legs fell open further so her tongue could go deeper, I arched up and cried out as I came, my whole body shook and spasmed with long denied pleasure these past several months.

As I calmed Michonne moved from between my legs I wrapped them around her waist and flipped us as I started to kiss her moving my hands to her breasts while she moaned into my mouth.

I kissed and licked down a path just like she had done for me. She moaned, whimpered and cried her way to orgasm, she had been so turned on from getting me off that it took very little effort to push her over the edge. We laid together and slept that night, safe with the chained up walkers just five feet from us wrapped in blankets and each other.

Day 24

Daryl

"We almost there?" Harleen asked as she sat down near the fire trying to keep warm as the snow turned into rain, it was a freezing rain at that. I was up putting a tarp I found a few days ago when the weather changed, Harleen pulled my poncho closer around herself as the wind blew around us, I closed my jacket against it before I finished tying off the only thing keeping us somewhat dry.

I sat on my side of the log and stoked the fire before grabbing my can of beans and ate with a small spoon while Harleen ate with our only fork. "We should be there tomorrow, with any luck Rick the others won't be hard to find." I informed her answering her question.

"That's great, and you'll get to see your boyfriend?" Harleen asked.

"Husband actually, but yeah." I corrected her as I shivered. With the wind howling and rain pouring down I couldn't hear five feet in front of us. The rain was clouding how far I could see, that worried me, as there wouldn't be any way for me to know how far a walker was or a something worse…a survivor, until they were right on top of us. Those three rednecks had been bad enough, I didn't want any surprises, I checked to make sure my bow was within arm's length and loaded, before laying back and closing my eyes.

They snap open as I heard a scream and the cock of a gun, I jumped to my feet as the rain stopped and I could hear three separate heart beats all fast paced and adrenaline rushed, I looked and saw two men with guns, a riffle aimed at me, a pistol at Harleen who had an arm around her waist.

My hand was half way to my bow when he shouted. "Freeze motherfucker." I looked at him right where I was bent to grab my bow hand frozen just inches from the shaft.

"I'm not the one holding a girl at gun point fucker." I shouted back, which might have been a mistake but it was unexpected and the guy was caught off guard which gave me the advantage I needed.

I grabbed my bow and swung it around. "I won't miss." I promised as it was aimed at his head.

Harleen was tired of having a pistol at her head, so she stepped back on his foot and he screamed out letting her go, she grabbed his hand to fight for the gun. The riffle guy turned to help, so I hit his hands with my bow, he cried out and dropped the riffle. I kicked him then in the balls and he fell back to the ground as Harleen bit the guy's hand. While they were tending to their wounds we grabbed are packs and ran. I grabbed her arm and kept her next to me as I heard walkers headed towards the direction of the noise.

I could hear them behind us, and then a scream as one of the men got surrounded and attacked. Harleen froze, I pulled her closer and put my hands over her ears so she didn't have to listen to him die. While still trying to keep us moving, the rest of the walkers followed the screams and soon the second one was being eaten to. I heard bullets going off, but there was no saving them.

Once the noises died down I took my hands away from her ears, the rain was gone and it was just cold wind. "I'm sorry you had to do that, I can listen, it's okay, I've heard worse." Harleen told me.

"I know, I just didn't want you to have to hear any more." I informed her, there was something about her that made me feel protective and caring.

"Thanks." She said softly as we walked, the sun coming up in the distance.

"You did good, putting up a fight." I told her.

"Daryl you'll make a good father. Better than mine ever was." She informed me.

I looked at her confused. "What are you talking about Harleen, your dad sacrificed himself for you." I reminded her, what she had told me.

"No, he didn't. He was scared and he grabbed my mom hoping to slow them down and when he grabbed me to do the same so he could get away, I kicked him, causing him to fall and I ran while they ate on my parents. He'd come into my room every night, my mother knew but she pretended it wasn't happening." She was in tears then, I didn't think she'd ever told anyone. I stopped and grabbed her arm, gently but firmly so she could face me.

Harleen looked at me with her emerald eyes begging for me to understand and I did, every time my father got drunk and raised his belt I wished he was dead, and now he was and a part of me missed him, for the times he wasn't drunk. The time he taught me to use a bow, the time he showed me how to ride a bike because I couldn't read and would likely never get a real drivers license I was still gonna learn to drive.

"But tonight, I missed him, I wanted him to protect me when he got my boyfriend off of me when I was twelve. He wasn't perfect, he was sick even but he was my dad and right now I really wished you were my dad." Harleen cried out, I pulled her towards me. I didn't know if it was Christmas morning, what was happening with Glenn, if I was ever going to see him again. We were lost, I had ran the wrong way and I had no idea how far those sheds were. I just knew that this little girl needed a present this year.

"Then, if you want, you can call me dad." I told her and she cried harder as she clung to the back of my jacket while I held her running my hand through her black hair. I've known her for two months and she had managed to worm her way into my heart and make me care. Only one other person had done that in my entire life and he was waiting in a storage shed somewhere for me to find him, and I would, not this month, maybe not next month, but I was going to find him, and protect this child while I was at it.