I walked around Alexandria with my hood up; for some reason, I felt like I couldn't look at people in the eyes. I zipped my hoodie up farther and wrapped my arms around myself. I was feeling so alone. It has been three days since I told Daryl about me being pregnant. He hurt me so bad that day. It was even worse than the feeling from before when he rejected me. And I thought that was the worst feeling in the world. I guess it's just being hurt by the one you love the most. That's what really hurts.
Anyway, this is the first day that I have been outside or even left my room. I locked myself in as soon as I got home that day. I cried all night and day, I didn't even get up to eat. I have to start doing that, though. I need to remember that it's not just about me now. I'm responsible for another life. So, whether Daryl wants to be a part of that life or not, I don't have a choice. I put my hand on my stomach and smiled down. "I made a promise to you and I'm going to keep it."
I went inside and joined my dad and Michonne for breakfast. They were up early because my dad was going back to work at the camp. They both looked surprised to see me. "What?" Was all I said.
My dad just shook his head. "Want some breakfast?" I nodded. He handed me a plate with some eggs.
"I wish we had bacon." I mumbled then started eating.
My dad chuckled. "So, how you feeling?"
I shrugged. "Better, I guess." I put a forkful of eggs in my mouth. "I haven't been throwing up lately."
"That's good. I'm glad." My dad smiled.
There was a long silence where no one said anything. I just continued to eat my breakfast slowly. "Rick, I think we should tell her." Michonne said.
"Tell me what?" I asked without looking up from my food.
"Well," my dad started, "Michonne and I were thinking about…having a baby."
My eyes widened and my head shot up to look at them. A baby? They know something. I shook that thought. They don't know.
"Abby?" My dad questioned. "What do you think?"
I realized then that I hadn't said anything. "Uh…well…I think…" Suddenly, I felt that sick feeling in my stomach. I put my hand on my stomach in pain. Then, it felt like I was going to vomit. I gasped and put my hand over my mouth and ran into the bathroom.
I barely made it to the toilet. Well, there goes all the food I just ate. I thought while wiping my mouth. I looked over and saw that my dad and Michonne followed me to the bathroom. I hurriedly threw the tissue into the toilet and flushed it.
"I guess you're not feeling better?" My dad said. It was more of a statement than a question. He started walking over to me. He knelt down next to me and rubbed my back. "Unless our baby news just made you sick?" He joked. He let out a small laugh. I would have laughed, too, if I wasn't in this situation right now.
"She's not sick." Michonne said. "She's pregnant." My head immediately turned in her direction. As did my dad's. My eyes were wide. "Isn't that right?" I looked horrified down at the ground. My dad looked at me.
"Abby?" He questioned. I felt like I couldn't breathe. I got up quickly and ran to my room. I think that pretty much answered their question.
I was curled up in my bed. I didn't cry, I just laid there. So, now four people know. It won't be long until the others know, and then everyone. Oddly enough, it gave me a feeling of relief. The hardest person to tell, besides Daryl, was my dad and he knows now so…
There was a knock at the door. "Yeah?" I said. The door opened and my dad stood there.
"Hey." He said.
"Hey." I repositioned myself. "I thought you would have left by now?"
He nodded. "There's more important thangs." We just stared at each other. He walked more into the room. He sighed. "Abby, I need to hear it from you." He paused. "Are you pregnant?"
I felt nervous and my eyes glazed over. "I found out that day I went to see Siddiq."
My dad had a weird look on his face. "Baby," he walked over to me and sat down on the bed," why didn't you just tell me?"
"I was scared." I started to tear up.
"Scared of what? How I would react?" He turned more towards me. "Why would you be scared of that? Have I ever given you a reason to be scared to tell me something?" He sounded a bit angry to be honest. It was making me feel even worse.
"Daddy, I'm sorry, okay?" I just gave in and let the tears fall. "I wasn't scared of you, I'm just scared." I sobbed and wiped at my tears. "I don't know how to do this. And I'm alone because the father doesn't even want anything to do with this." I put my hands on my stomach. I cried very hard.
"Shh shh." My dad held me and rubbed my arm. Neither one of us spoke for a minute. "You're not alone." He finally said. "You're not. You have me and Michonne and Carol and Maggie. Hell, even Daryl." My dad said with a laugh. I cried a little harder at the mention of Daryl. If he only knew! "And you have everybody here. You know they'll help you. Even Judith."
I looked up at him with a stupid look on my face. "Dad, Judith is four years old."
"Well, yeah, she is now but when she gets older, she can help you just like you helped me take care of her."
I took a deep breath and tried to calm down. "But…but what about what happened with mom? What if that happens to me?"
"Don't think like that. Don't do that to yourself right now." He shook his head.
"What do you mean, don't do that to myself?" I raised my voice a little. "What if it does?" I started to cry all over again. "I'm scared, daddy." He just looked at me. I could tell he didn't know what to say to that. I stood up and sat on his lap. That's something I haven't done since I was…maybe thirteen? I buried my face in his shoulder and cried. "What am I going to do? He doesn't want to be a dad."
"You'll be fine." My dad held me tightly and kind of rocked me. "I'll always be here for you. I'm not going anywhere."
I looked up at him. "You promise?"
"I promise." He said. I wiped at my tears and leaned my head back on his shoulder. I just let him hold me some more. I needed this. He kissed my forehead. "So…are you gonna tell me who it was now? I can straighten him up real easy."
I let out a small laugh. "No, you'll scare him away even more."
"Yeah, you're probably right." He smiled. I smiled back.
A few more weeks had gone by…and things were…okay? My dad and Michonne were very nice with me. And some of the others had found out. Everyone was being nice to me and telling me to relax for a bit. Like whenever I tried to do something like keep watch, someone always offered to take my job for me. And the other day, I was carrying some supplies from the pantry to my house and DJ stopped me and carried the box for me. So, yeah, everyone was really nice. However, they were being nice without treating me any differently. I was afraid of getting strange looks or people avoiding me, but no one was like that. I was thankful because it made things a lot easier for me.
Carol came by to see me the other day and see how I was feeling. I thought it was really nice of her. Plus, I like seeing her. I hardly see anyone anymore. With my history of health, Siddiq wanted me to take it easy and stay close where he was in case something happened. So, I haven't been going out at all. I've been cooped up in my house most of the time.
I told Negan shortly after my dad and Michonne found out. I remembered the look on his face. It made me smile thinking about it. It might sound weird, but I could tell that he was happy for me. Even though, he didn't approve. So, in a way, even Negan was stepping up. And because of that...I can honestly say that I am truly disappointed in Daryl.
So, everything was going pretty well like I said. I haven't been upset or anything either. Nothing unusual ever happened. Until…this happened today:
I was sitting at the table with Michonne and my dad like I had been doing everyday. One of them always makes me a nice, healthy meal. I offer sometimes but they always tell me no.
"How are you feeling, today?" Michonne asked me sitting a plate of pancakes in front of me. Mmm…I love breakfast for dinner.
"I want two pounds of bacon, a jar of pickles, a whole cake and a jar of peanut butter all to myself." I said cutting into my pancakes. My dad and Michonne laughed pretty hard at that.
"I can get you the pickles and peanut butter but I don't know about the other two things." My dad said. "I'm heading down to the pantry right now. Anything else you want?" He let out a small laugh.
"No but…you know that Milky Way that you had in the freezer?" I asked my dad. He nodded. "You should probably get another one of those." I laughed.
His mouth gaped opened but he still smiled. "You ate my Milky Way?" He asked in disbelief.
"I'm sorry, I had to." I smiled sweetly at him. He shook his head. "Well, actually, there was only half of it in there."
"Who ate the other half?"
"I did." Michonne admitted. My dad gave her a shocked look. "You left it in there too long." She shrugged.
My dad then looked at Judith. "You believe this?"
"I want Milky Way, too." She said innocently. We laughed.
"You want a Milky Way, too, sweetheart?" My dad asked her.
"I want two." She held two fingers up. We laughed some more. It was one of those better days.
My dad headed towards the door, I heard him open it. "Oh, hey." He said to someone. He sounded surprised, which made me curious, so I had to look. I almost dropped my fork. It was Daryl. He was looking passed my dad and right at me.
"Hey." He said. "I, uh…came to see Abby." He came inside and slowly walked over to me. He was holding a garbage bag, there was clearly something inside. We hadn't said anything to each other yet. "Can we—" he cleared his throat. "Can we talk?" He said even quieter than before. I didn't miss the curious looks that my dad and Michonne were giving us.
"Uh, sure." I said standing up. I looked at my dad and Michonne nervously. My dad finally like shrugged and walked out the door. Michonne started to head over that way, too. I waited until they were both outside. "We can go up to my room." I said quietly and pointed. He nodded. I started up there and he followed. I was so curious to know what he wanted. I hadn't seen him in weeks and he just shows up at my house?
We went inside my room, I let Daryl in front of me then I closed the door. He was just standing there looking around. I realized just then that Daryl has never been in my room before. I was just staring at him. He finally looked at me. He looked nervous. "So, how ya been?"
"Good." I nodded. "Great, actually. My dad and Michonne have been really supportive. They've really helped me out." I said it on purpose that way because he is the one that should be there.
He nodded. "And the baby?"
"The baby's fine." I said walking over to my bed. "You care?" I said immaturely.
He glared at me. "Of course I do."
"Yeah, I know." I shook my head. "I'm sorry." I really was. "It's just…what are you doing here? If you've come to hurt me some more, you can just go because I cannot take anymore of it." I suddenly felt emotional and wiped a stray tear away.
"I know. I came to apologize fer how I acted and…what I said to you." He looked like he really felt bad.
"You really hurt me, you know?" I said seriously.
"I know."
"No, you don't know." I said quickly. "You treated me like a child." I paused. He was about to say something but I cut him off. "No, you got to say what you wanted the other day, now I'm going to say what I want to say and you're going to listen to me." That shut him up. I cleared my throat and took a step closer to him. "I may have only been sixteen when we first met, but I'm an adult. And now I'm a mother. And I'm going to be a great mother no matter what you think." I took a breath. "So, if you don't want to be a part of your son or daughter's life then tell me now because I can do this on my own. I'd rather us do it together but if that can't happen, then I can do it." I nodded. "I didn't think I could at first but I've grown up since then. I'm strong and…" I looked down at my stomach and put a hand on it, then looked back up at Daryl. "And my kid will be, too." I finished. There was a pause while we just looked at each other.
"…yer right." He finally said. "About everythang ya just said. And I want…I want to be…" He trailed off. My eyes widened. Is he really going to say what I think? "I want to be a part of their life." He got out. "But I'm worried about how the others will take it."
"They don't have to know." I said. "They never have to know if that's what you want."
"And how the hell are we gonna do that?" He said roughly.
"It'll be hard." I said flatly. "But we can do it. I know we can. It WILL work."
He still looked nervous but he eventually nodded. "Yeah. Let's give it a try."
I was so happy to hear him say that that I couldn't even put it into words. I walked closer to him and kissed him, then I hugged him tightly. He wrapped his arms around me. Oh, how I missed his touch. I rubbed him up by his neck and shoulders.
Suddenly, I felt his hands going lower and he grabbed my bottom. My eyes shot open. I felt him give it a squeeze. I immediately felt it "there." Is he trying to make me horny? He knows I like that. Anymore of that and I'm going to have to push him down on the bed and take charge. I'm pretty sure my dad and Michonne are downstairs, though. My face flushed at the thought of us getting caught, but another part thought it was sexy as fuck.
Just then, Daryl gave my butt a light pat. That's it! I starting kissing him hard. He lifted me and carried me over to the bed. He laid me down gently while we were still kissing. I quickly undid his jeans and he practically ripped off my shirt. Then, I had a horrified thought and remembered about my dad. "Wait." I pulled away. "My dad and Michonne's downstairs."
Daryl stopped and looked nervous. I immediately regretted saying that. I wanted—no needed this. "It'll be okay." I tried to reassure him.
Daryl seemed hesitant. "…no…we cain't with them."
"Yes, we can." I nodded. "The door's locked. No one can come in and even so, we will be able to hear someone coming."
He still looked reluctant. He shook his head.
"Daryl, please." I practically begged. "I need this. I need you. Please. Please. Please." I was close to tears. I pulled him closer and we started kissing again. I pulled his jeans the rest of the way down and then he stepped out of them. He was about to crawl on top of me but I stopped him. "No, let me." I said. I kind of pushed him down. I got off the bed for a second to take the rest of my clothes off. Daryl was giving me a curious look. Then, I climbed on top of him. "I wanna ride you." I smiled lasciviously at him. I eased myself down onto his huge erection, I cringed a little as it went inside me. Finally, I smiled and began to move. "Hold onto me." I told him. He had his hands on my hips helping me, then he moved them down to my ass. I love when he touches me there for some reason. I let out a moan.
"Shh. We have to be quiet." Daryl said. I nodded. I grabbed his hands and moved them up to my breasts. I continued to ride him, with his help holding onto me, I moved faster. This is the best feeling in the world.
Without meaning to, I let out another moan, this one louder than the last one. "Abigail." Daryl said through gritted teeth. "You have to be quiet."
"I'm sorry." I breathed. "I can't help it." Another moan escaped. Suddenly, I felt Daryl slap my ass, it was harder than his usual playful swats. And that was it for me. I let go. I climaxed around him, my legs were shaking and my eyes rolled to the back of my head. I have had multiple orgasms before when I've masturbated but nothing like that. I lay limp. Daryl finished shortly after and came inside me then slowly lifted me off him and laid me next to him. He got up, but I grabbed his arm. "Where are you going?"
He gave me a weird look. It was obvious he was going to leave but I didn't want him to.
"No, stay here with me. Please." I pulled him back down. He laid next to me, I put my arm around him and laid my head on his chest. He readjusted himself so he was more comfortable, then he put his arm around me as well. It felt so nice. Daryl was so warm. I grabbed his hand, I was rubbing it with my thumb when I felt something rough. I looked at it. His knuckles were bruised and cut up. "What happened?"
"From workin' on the bridge."
I gave him a sad look. My poor baby. I kissed each one, then held his hand to my face. "I love you." Then, I gasped inside because I realize I spoke my thoughts out loud. I looked at him wide-eyed. He looked at me and then kind of nodded. "…do-do you…love me, too?"
"…yeah, I do." He gave me sad attempt for a smile.
"Really?"
"Yes." He breathed.
I smiled at him. That was the best thing someone has ever said to me. But then, I suddenly had a thought. "Show me then." He gave me curious look. I sat up so I could face him better. "I have a doctor's appointment tomorrow morning. You should come. It would mean a lot to me."
He gave me an almost annoyed look. I knew why.
"No one has to know, Daryl." I stated. "Not even the doctor. He probably knows we're friends."
"Yeah, and don't ya thank he'd find it a little strange?"
"I don't care if he does." I said it and I meant it. Daryl sighed and stood up. "Look, will you please just do it? You said you would try. That is trying."
He looked reluctant. "Fine."
I smiled. "Really? You'll come?"
"If it means that much to ya, then yeah, I'll go." He said. I grinned from ear to ear. I hugged Daryl tightly around his neck and kissed him all over his face. "Alright, get away from me." He said. I laughed.
"You can spend the night here." I smiled.
"What? How? Yer dad knows I'm here. He never seen me leave."
My face fell and I immediately became disappointed. "Oh yeah." I looked down sadly. Then, I thought of a great plan. "Well, pretend like you're leaving and then come back." I smiled.
"Are ya crazy?" He gave me a stupid look.
"No. It'll be fun." I grabbed his hands. He snorted. "Come on, please." I smiled sweetly. I knew he couldn't say no to me.
He sighed and I knew he gave in. "Fine."
I smiled at him. Then, I looked over at the door. I spotted Daryl's bag. "Oh yeah, what's in the bag?"
"Oh, I forgot to give this to ya." He opened it and handed me a huge stuffed animal pig. I smiled at him.
"You got me a gift?"
He shrugged. "I saw it when I was out one day and 'membered ya said ya liked pigs."
I smiled. "I do like piggies." I hugged it. "They're my favorite. Thank you."
He gave me a quick smile. I absentmindedly looked towards the door again and realized it wasn't locked this whole time. I gasped inside and my face flushed. I cannot tell Daryl that. We got so lucky.
I had Daryl wait in my doorway while I checked to make sure no one was around. I tiptoed down the hall and then looked over the banister. The coast was clear. I turned to Daryl and gave him a thumbs up. He quickly but quietly walked towards me. I caught him before he walked down the stairs. I quickly kissed him. "Make sure you come back." I whispered. He nodded. I could tell he was anxious. I let him go and he left hurriedly. I watched him walk outside the door. Then, I couldn't see him anymore. I missed him already.
I walked down the stairs and into the kitchen to get a glass of water. I took a sip. "Hey, did Daryl leave?" My dad asked me. I almost dropped the glass of water I was holding. I didn't even know he was there. "Sorry." He said realizing he startled me.
"It-it's okay." I said and laughed nervously. "Where'd you come from?"
"I was just upstairs."
"Oh. I didn't even hear you come down."
There was an awkward silence.
"Daryl still here?"
"Uh…no." I shook my head. "He left a while ago."
He nodded. "Where were you guys?"
"Um…first we were downstairs then we were in here." I lied.
"…what did he want?"
"…he just—he just came by to apologize." I shook my head. "We had a bit of an argument the other day and…I don't know I guess he felt bad about it."
"Oh." My dad looked interested. "What was the argument about?"
I sighed. Really, dad? "Um…well— I looked over and saw Daryl in the window. I gasped inside. I moved around so my dad was facing away from the window. "He told me about everything that's been happening with the saviors. He still doesn't trust them."
"And…you told him to trust them?"
"I-I well, I just told him I agreed with everything that you're trying to do." I smiled at my dad.
My dad stared at for about a minute, then he finally nodded. "Alright. Well, I'm goin' to bed. I gotta get up early to head to camp."
"Okay." I nodded. "Night, daddy." I gave him a kiss. "Is…Michonne in bed, too?"
"Yeah, she's up there already. I put Judith down an hour ago."
I nodded. "Okay." I smiled. My plan is going to work.
"You're probably goin' to bed too, right?"
"Yeah, I'll be up in a minute. I just want to drink some water first. I didn't have a lot today."
"Alright." He nodded.
I watched my dad go upstairs and waited for at least ten minutes before letting Daryl back inside.
"Damn, I thought ya wasn't ever comin'." Daryl said.
"I was talking to my dad and then I had to make sure no one saw or heard anything." I whispered. "Come on, hurry." I grabbed his hand and we quickly but quietly went back up to my room. I was sure to lock the door this time.
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