How could this be possible? It was only days ago when I made the mistake of being with Merle. I shouldn't be showing pregnancy signs and testing positive this early. It had been at least six months since I had been with someone before that. If I was pregnant by that person, I would be showing by now.

Hystaria. I even tried two more tests to make sure these things weren't malfunctioning. Unfortunately, they weren't. My world was crumbling, splitting at the seams. Everything was falling apart. How could I bring a child into this hell we call life? That would just be cruel. This child wouldn't have a life. All it would know was fear. But how would I get rid of it. It's not like I could have an abortion or have the child then kill it. That is even more horrible. How could I even think of that?

"Whatchu cryin' for?" Jesus Christ, not now! I quickly rubbed my eyes and grabbed all of the tests.

"Nothing." I ran as fast as I could to the bathroom, shut and locked the door. "Just forget that I'm here." Tears were quickly flowing down my face. I put my back against the door incase he decided to try to come in. My legs could no longer support me. My body slid down the door until I was on the ground. Everything seemed to slowly fade away in the midst of my break down.

"What the hell is this?" There was a pause. What was he talking about? "What does two pink lines mean?" Daryl yelled. Anger, surprise, and confusion all wraped up into one. Wait. How did he know about two pink lines?

I looked down at my hands, still holding the tests. One, two, three, four... "Shit!" I shot up and tried to open the door, forgetting that I locked it. Once it was open, I ran to Daryl, ripping the last test out of his hand. "You weren't supposed to see this." I tried running back to the bathroom but Daryl grabbed my arm.

"Tell me! What does that mean?" he demanded.

I pulled my arm away. "What do you think it means? I wouldn't be crying for nothing." Instead of running, I just stared, not sure exactly what to do next. There was no escaping this. We would have to have this conversation sooner or later.

"Is it Merle's?" The anger was gone. All Daryl had left in his face was curiosity and still a little confusion.

"It has to be. I haven't been with anyone else in at least six months." I tried to sound as cooled down as possible. Upsetting Daryl was something I most certainly didn't need right now.

"Is that possible?" Dumb redneck.

"What do I look like, a freaking doctor? How the hell am I supposed to know?" I could feel my voice begin to raise.

"Well what are you gonna do?" He was expressing concern now. My anger level dropped. Tears began to flow harder.

"I don't know. What can I do? How am I supposed to bring a baby into this world? Just having it around could put us all in danger." I was freaking out. It was a normal thing I would do over much smaller things. This, well this was much larger then not getting to buy the phone I wanted. My panic level was through the roof.

What Daryl did next was something I thought that he would never do. He wrapped his arms around me, pulling me into a tight hug. The kind that was assuring me that everything was going to be alright. He seemed to have forgotten about my scratches on my back from my fall the other day. The pain was severe but it wasn't worth pulling away. The warmness of his hard chest melted my emotions away. I put my arms around him, pulling him as close to me as possible. There was no space between the two of us.

"We'll figure this out." We stayed this way for some time. I didn't want to leave his strong hold. It made it feel that this world was sane again. "Maybe Rick will know what to do." Moment ruined.

I place my hands on the top of his chest, pushing him away. "Please. You can not tell anyone. I'll figure it out but no one can know. Once I decide, I'll tell someone. But you have to keep this to yourself. Please." Begging was sad but I was desperate. This group already looks at me like I'm a burden. Knowing this will make everything so much worse.

He inhaled hard, thinking about what would best. Once he exhaled, I knew he made his decision. "Fine. But you can't hide this for long. You're gonna have to tell someone soon."

My arms wrapped around his tall torso and squeezed as tight as possible. "Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!"

The affection that I was showing was making him uncomfortable but instead of shaking me off, he stood there. He did not move until I released him. There was awkwardness between us as we stood nearly a foot or two away from each other. All we did was stare. He broke it. "Yeah, well, get some sleep. We'll figure this out better tomorrow."

There was no sense in arguing. I knew I wouldn't be able to sleep with everything on my mind, but I obeyed him anyway. He was doing me a solid by keeping his mouth shut. The least I could do for him is listen. "Do you want the couch?" I wish there was more that I could offer him.

"No, you take it. I'm better off on the floor." He threw me a blanket and set up his bed.

"Thanks." He didn't respond. Daryl layed down and fell asleep in silence. He was drunk out of his mind, so hopefully he didn't even remember about the test, or even being here at all. If he does, I hope he remembers to keep it to himself.

That night, I tossed and turned, not being able to get comfortable. The thought of having a child dwelled in my mind. To even make matters a hell of a lot worse, the child's father was Merle and he wasn't even around. He was probably dead for all we knew. If I do decide to have this child, he or she is going to have to live without a father. That was something no child shouldn't have. Sure there was plenty of guys here that could be his or her male role model but they can't replace the child's real father. That cut me more then anything. I don't want my baby to suffer the same childhood I did. With walkers everywhere, make that ten times worse.

The problem that bore in my mind the most is if the child should or shouldn't be brought here. Did it deserve to be scared all of its life with only a small chance of living or do I end it now and not even allow the chance? I would be a horrible person either way.

I stayed up most of the night, watching the ceiling and Daryl sleep. I wondered if he was as worried and frightened as I was.