Daryl stumbled back, wide eyed, and sat on the bed, holding his head, suddenly remembering his instinctive act in the bar. "When'd you find out?" He mumbled as the room spun around him.

"While you were gone…" Her voice trailed off, noticing he wasn't as happy as she thought he'd be. She couldn't tell what he was. "I know it's kind of hard to take in with everything tha-"

"You sure it's mine?" He glared, more through her than at her.

The voice in her mind barked, I told you so!

"Y-Yeah, I haven't done anything with Travis since before I met you… well, before this whole thing actually…" She sat next to him on the bed and intertwined her small fingers in his large, calloused hand. "I'm so sorry," She mumbled, more to the floor than Dixon.

"Sorry… whatchu got to be sorry for?"

"I'm sorry you have to deal with this,"

"I ain't 'dealin'' with nothin',"

"Oh…" She got quiet and thought to herself, knowing that if Daryl wasn't there to help her, she'd never be able to raise the kid on her own. "I guess I'll take care of it mysel-" Daryl grabbed her hand as she tried to leave and pulled her back to him while standing himself.

"I didn't mean I wasn't gonna take care of it…" He said, placing his hand on her jaw just as he'd done in the bar. "It won't be all bad… shit, maybe I actually done somethin' right for a change." His blue eyes pierced into hers, causing her to look to the floor and blush, only to have her chin tilted back toward him with his index finger. "Who'da thought it'd take the end of the world to make me settle down." She giggled, wrapping her arms around him and laying her head on his chest as he held her close and stroked her hair with his rough hand. "Who you told?"

"No one… I was waiting on you to get back… I wanted you to know first."

"Well, I don't think that Travis boy is gonna be too happy." Sadie cringed thinking of what Travis would do when he heard the news. "I'll handle that too, little lady." He got to his knees and pulled her stomach close to him, placing his ear on her abdomen. "You think it's a boy er girl?"

"I don't know, Daryl…" Sadie said, smiling at his childlike wonder. "I won't know until it gets here." Daryl stood and started to leave the cell, when Sadie followed him like a lost pup. "Where are you going?"

"I gotta go check my truck an' make sure you ain't completely tore it up," He said, scratching his sunburnt neck, "You can come too if ya want." She walked next to him, matching his pace as he headed back outside.

The sunlight poured onto her face as she sat on Daryl's bent tailgate, her legs swaying from it like when she was in the bar with him. This time though, he was laid in gravel, peering under his truck to make sure she hadn't bent, cracked, or broken anything other than the gate when she ran into the prison wall. "Daryl…"

"Yeah," he muttered in a muffled voice, annoyed that he couldn't see much with the light available.

"How old are you?"

He dragged himself from under the truck and sat up on his left arm, covered in sweat and grease. "That's a random ass question if I ever heard one…"

"Well, I thought I'd ask seeing as how I'm having your kid…"

He grinned, and scooted back under the truck, "Let's just say, a lot older 'n you."

"No way," She hung over the tailgate and looked at him under the truck from upside down, "You gotta be like… twenty… three…"

He laughed.

"Twenty six?"

"Try again,"

"Twenty…. Nine?"

"Nope."

"Thirty!?"

"Ain't you got somethin' ta do other than bug me, girl?" Daryl snorted, blindly reaching for a wrench that was just out of his reach. She hopped from the back of the truck and grabbed the tool for him and placed it in his hands

"Well… no… I've been spending all my time waiting for you to get home… and now you're home so…"

"Is yer cell clean…" He grunted as he tightened something unseen under the cab.

"Yes… Geez, you're such a dad already…"

"Tha baby been fed?"

"Judith?... Yeah, Rick has her taking a nap."

"You been fed?"

"Yes!"

"Hmm…"

"Don't think of anything else cause chances are it's been done," Sadie said, pushing playfully at his leg.

"Why don't you go lay down, missy? Ain't pregnant chicks sposed to lay down and sleep a lot?"

"I'm not THAT pregnant!" Sadie grumbled.

Daryl pulled himself out from under the truck again and grinned. "That's a new one. I've heard, 'I ain't THAT sick,' or 'I ain't THAT tired,' but I ain't never heard, 'I ain't THAT pregnant,'" She giggled a little, still sitting in the gravel beside his truck. "Tell you what… you go on and rest for a bit, and later I'll take ya for a swim in the lake… Maybe win my bet again since you ain't THAT pregnant." He smirked at her and pulled her in for a kiss when he saw Travis approaching. "What." His voice was threatening.

"Rick told me to come tell Sadie that dinner is ready," he mumbled, kicking the rocks below his feet.

"I've already eaten," Sadie mumbled, feeling the cuts on the back of her head sting although they had long since healed.

"What was that?" Travis said, his voice stronger as if he'd forgotten for a second that Daryl was there.

"She said, she already ate," Daryl said, standing up, "How bout you go stick yer nose in someone else's business before you find yerself out with the walkers."

Travis silently retreated, leaving Sadie and Daryl in the summer sun. Sadie looked toward the gravel, remembering how badly she felt when Travis ordered her around and treated her badly, and how happy she was that Daryl would stand up for her.

The day faded into a sherbet sunset as Sadie and Daryl headed to the creek on his motorcycle. Once there, they checked for walkers and Sadie stripped down to her panties; black lace that was almost see through and a matching bra. Daryl marveled at her for a moment, after splashing the sweat from his face with cold creek water. "Hang on a sec… do me a favor."

"Hmm?"

"Go over there and get my bow 'n hold it on your shoulder," Daryl smirked. Sadie walked over, confused by his request and sat the bow on her shoulder, obviously lacking experience. He stood and walked to her, standing behind her as he helped her hold it correctly, while rubbing against her. "Just like that… now, lemme get a look at ya."

He backed up as if he were marveling a painting. At that moment, Sadie was hotter than any center fold he'd ever seen, and the more he let his eyes wander, the harder it was to contain himself in his jeans. He grinned, told her she could put it down, and went to work taking his own clothes off. Before he could rid himself of his denim prison, he found himself being pounced to the ground by the mother of his unborn child. His back hit the ground with a thud, but a laugh thundered against her as she giggled into his neck. He found his hands on her ass as she hovered above him, still kissing his neck. "You sure you're up for this?"

"I think I'll manage," she smiled, scooting down so she could undo his pants. After taking them off, Daryl wrapped his arms around her again, holding her head close to him as he kissed her. "What's the bet this time?" Sadie half moaned as she broke free from the kiss.

"hmm," He thought heavily for a moment, then scooped her into his hands while she straddled his waist.

"I got one," she shimmied away from him then jumped into the icy water, causing her tan skin to glisten in the sunset. "I bet you can't keep your hands to yourself for five minutes while I…" she moved to him again and took him into her mouth. His immediate instinct was to grab her hair and shove himself down her throat but he resisted.

"Five minutes?" He grunted, "What do I get if'n I do?"

"Hmmm… you can have… this…" she pulled a locket from around her neck and showed it to him, inside was a picture of Sadie as an adolescent child, looking at the world with huge, silver, hope filled eyes. Suddenly, the mood was somber as she stared at the picture next to hers; a small blonde toddler with sparkling blue eyes. "That was my kid sister…" she mumbled, smiling a bit. "This was my momma's before she got sick."

"Sick?"

"Cancer…"

"Oh." Daryl remembered losing his mother too, and suddenly, they found themselves sitting mostly naked, remembering times before the apocalypse. Sadie snapped back first, and smiled up at him.

"Didn't mean to ruin the mood," She grinned, taking him into her mouth again.

Her silver eyes flickered as Daryl held his hands behind him, trying to resist pulling her closer as her tongue flickered across his length. "How long's it been?" He grunted, looking down at her beautiful mouth.

"Not even close to five," she grinned back. She braced herself has Daryl's hands pulled around and he grabbed her hair, pushing himself further down her throat and eventually fucking her mouth. He pulled out and pulled her into his lap in the water, moving her panties to the side so he could ready himself to push back inside her sweet pussy.

"This ain't gonna hurt the baby, is it?"

"No," Sadie said, kissing his forhead, "The baby will be just fine." That was all he needed to know. He thrusted inside her, still amazed by how tightly her walls gripped onto him as he increased speed, grunting and releasing small gasps of air as his felt her move against him.

"Oh Daryl," Sadie moaned into his neck, trying to make sure she didn't alert any undead stalkers.

"That's what I like to hear, baby. Say it again… Say it." He thrusted harder, causing her to squeak which made him chuckle. If he didn't remember anything else about Sadie, he'd remember the squeaks she'd make when he hit just the right spot inside her.

In no time, Sadie's cum was covering his dick in the water and he was releasing himself, feeling as if he were going to snap her like a twig as he reached his peak and held her tightly. She smiled, kissing his head. "I'm glad you can't keep your hands off me," She handed him the locket and folded his hand over it, "keep It safe for me?"

"Might as well," Daryl said, grinning, "I gotta keep you safe, too."

He held her tightly, feeling the current wash over them as the sun almost disappeared behind the trees, but in the distance, the sound of leaves crunching signaled an unexpected visitor.