Title Taken chpt 10

Sorry fo the delay, I've had no muse to work on this :c But here's the next chapter ^^

Carol stirred the eggs she was making for breakfast, turning away for a moment. She felt sick, like she was going to throw up. Patricia was helping her in the kitchen, but shooed her away gently.
"You need to lay down and get some rest." She told her. Carol almost scowled. Rest? She just woke up! She made her way across the room. Everybody was in the living room, enjoying their break, except Daryl. The news of Carol's pregnancy had spread like wildfire throughout the camp. The way everybody treated her now was different, like she couldn't take care of herself. They hovered around her, trying to do everything for her. Daryl stayed away, he pushed farther and farther away from the group. He stayed out hunting all day, or doing whatever he does not coming back until sunset. When he walks in the door, he ignores everybody else completely and lays in his corner of the room until he falls asleep.

Carol couldn't get comfortable, so she got up. She needed fresh air. She felt trapped in this house and needed to get up. Putting on another sweater, she got up and headed to the door.
"Shouldn't you wait for Daryl to come back before going out...?" She heard Lori ask hesitantly. Carol turned around, facing Lori, who had a look of concern.
"I don't need a babysitter!" Carol snapped. "I wasn't the one who flipped a car to the side of the road." The words were out of her mouth. She had never snapped at anybody like that, but she felt so irritated at Lori now. Lori shouldn't be talking. She shouldn't be talking about anything about her life..

"Well, he is the father of your child...I was just thinking he'd want you to be safe." Lori looked surprised at what Carol said and backed away. Carol glared at her.
"Maybe you should mind your own business and keep an eye on your son for once." Carol snapped, pulling the door open and letting it slam behind her, leaving Lori with a stunned look on her face.

Carol made her way to field, standing in the cold. It felt better than staying inside, being watched like a prisoner. She hugged herself, feeling the little bump on her stomach. She placed her hands to her stomach and smiled slightly. It was alive inside of her. A human being, growing inside of her, and it was Daryl's. Carol shook her head. Daryl would never look at this child. He would never care for the child like she would. He kept closing up, pushing away. He was going to push away until he was totally detached from the group. She shook her head. Maybe she should leave. Carol brushed that idea away. That was a death wish. She couldn't just leave, she couldn't even defend herself against one walker, what would she do against a whole hoard of them? What would she do when she went into labor? She didn't want to be alone during that. She didn't want to give birth to her child in a ditch. She sighed. Staying was the only chance her child had to live.
"What the hell are you doing out here alone?" A voice growled behind her. She turned around to see Daryl, reaching out to grab her.

. . .

Daryl stomped through the forest, looking for game. They needed meat, more importantly, Carol needed meet. She needed protein. He sighed. He hadn't been talking to Carol. His throat closed up every time he came near her. He thought of the child that was growing inside of her. His child was growing inside of her. His chest constricted. He wanted to talk to her, sleep with her, cuddle with her. But every time he came near her, the words wouldn't come.

He could sense her sadness and longing when he came in every night, passing her without a word. He always checked on her, glancing back when she wasn't looking. He shot a thin looking rabbit and picked it up. Good thing they had damn chickens. He rubbed his face. What was he going to do? He didn't know how to raise a child. Daryl was heading back now. Nothing was stirring, better head back early. He had come out of the woods behind the house.

Daryl shook his head. He must have been going in a circle and didn't know it.
"Need ta pay more attention." He muttered, coming in the back door. He looked around for Carol. Where the hell was she? He looked out the window to see her standing in the middle of the field, by herself.

"She wouldn't wait." Lori said behind him. "She wouldn't wait for you and wouldn't let anybody else come." Lori told him, looking out the window also.
"How long she been out there?" He headed to the door.

"Not long." Lori answered, yet she looked concerned. She knew they weren't speaking to each other and she was concerned about Carol's condition. Daryl headed out the door, to the field. Why would she go out alone without anybody else? What if a walker came and she couldn't defend herself? What was she thinking putting herself in danger. He was silent as he made his way to her.

"What the hell are you doing out here?" Daryl growled. She turned around and he reached out to grab her. She looked hurt and a little angry.
"Why do you care?" She asked him, cupping her bulge with her hand. "You've made it clear that you don't care."