A/N You guys are the greatest, indeed you are! Thanks for all the reviews, follows and faves. Let's visit the Dixons and see how Daryl's handling this pregnancy.

Mister Dixon's Pregnancy

They couldn't take a honeymoon because Daryl was facing a deadline at work to complete those jets destined for Japan. He'd taken Monday off only, and they'd settle for an extended weekend alone at the cabin. They planned a week in Savannah as soon as the order was out.

He'd kept his drinking to a single beer at the reception, he wanted their first night as a married couple to be a memorable one.

Beth was the only woman he'd ever made love to, oh he'd screwed a few, but this was different. He loved Beth, even that first night when they barely knew each others names, he knew she was it for him. He worshiped her.

He liked to take his time with her. He loved her breasts. When they were first together she had felt embarrassed because they were small, he'd told her, "They're beautiful baby, perfect, and besides, more than a mouthful is a waste." She'd told him that was disgusting, but she'd laughed and said she loved him.

Tonight they'd made love like it was the first time they'd ever seen each others bodies, they touched, they kissed and they stopped to admire everything. Daryl always liked to concentrate on satisfying her, he seemed to derive as much pleasure from her pleasure as he did from his own. He never would have thought that was even a possibility before her.

They had kept at it like a couple of hormone overloaded teenagers all night long and he was pretty proud of himself for all the happiness he seemed to have brought her way, and then damn if she didn't jump up right outta the bed, run in the bathroom and puke like she'd been drinking all night. Male ego sufficiently deflated.

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Hell, he didn't know anything about pregnancy, why would he? He'd never been around any pregnant women in his life, and that had suited him just fine, but when Beth got pregnant it was Daryl's baptism by fire.

She'd been puking every morning now for several weeks. It had gotten so bad he thought he was gonna start puking too. He didn't know what to do except hold her hair. He felt terrible for Beth, and a helpless feeling for a take charge kind of man is a tough way to go. And even though she told him it was normal, her mom told him it was normal, and the guys at work told him it was normal, Daryl insisted on going to the Doctor with her and finding out why the fuck they couldn't cure this thing.

So when her name was called at Dr. Carol Peletier's office, Daryl just marched right in that room with her like a raging bull. He was gonna kick ass and take names. He didn't let the doc even get a word out, he just got right down to business, what the fuck, and how the fuck ya gonna fix it, was pretty much the gist of it.

Beth was trying hard not to smile, she knew he was just trying to help her, so how could she be mad? She loved this man with every fiber of her being and loving Daryl Dixon meant putting up with his quirks, his intensity, his angst and his serious case of over protectiveness, it was all just part of the package.

The doc seemed to be squelching a grin herself as she tried to explain to him what morning sickness is, that it is a normal part of pregnancy and typically didn't last longer than the first three months. She assured him that everything about Beth's pregnancy to date was perfectly normal. She suggested a book for him to read. He just said, "Yeah." And everyone in the room knew he was never gonna read the damn book.

About the time the puking stopped, crying at the drop of a hat started. Daryl was walking on eggshells. Shit, if he said it was hot out she'd start crying and sayin' she was sorry, if he said he was tired she'd start cryin' and sayin' she was sorry, if he said it had been a crazy day at work, she'd start cryin' and say she was sorry. The fuck? So he changed his approach, he said she was pretty and she started cryin and sayin he was just tryin' not to make her feel so big and ugly. Shit. She told him it was normal, and her mom said it was normal, and the guys at work thought it was normal. But Daryl wasn't havin' it, he wasn't gonna have his Beth sad and miserable all the damn time, someone had to fuckin' do somethin'. So he insisted on goin' with her to the doc.

When her name was called he stormed right in the exam room with her, before the doc could get a word out he was all worked up and sayin' he wasn't gonna have his wife a miserable fuckin' wreck all the damn time, sumthin' had to be wrong and he wanted sumthin' done about this shit and NOW!

The doc looked over at Beth and she just shrugged and tried not to smile, and the doc tried not to smile, and the doc said to Daryl, "I know it must be very hard on you Daryl, but please believe me when I tell you, it's a normal part of pregnancy. Beth's hormones are all out of kilter, you understand how that is. This too shall pass, she'll be back to her sweet happy self before you know it. Just be patient. I promise the pregnancy is progressing normally and Beth is doing wonderfully. Did you read the book?" He just grunted.

Just days after that, BOOM! The oversexed Beth made her presence known. At first Daryl was lovin' every damn minute a this shit, holy cow, she wanted it morning noon and night, couldn't seem to get enough. He was feelin' like a damn stud. But after the first week or so, he was feelin' kinda puny. She was fuckin' wearin' him out. By the end of the second week he'd lost seven pounds and he had bags under his eyes. She seemed happy, but he was a wreck. She said it was normal, he sure as fuck wasn't asking her mom or the guys at work, who else did he have to consult?

He took Merle out for a beer and asked him. That fuckin' Merle, he practically fell off his ga'damn barstool just a'laughin' like a fuckin' maniac and all he had ta say about it was, "Sounds pretty fuckin' fantastic ta me Baby Brother, you jus' go on and give Merle a call if ya need some help with that. But now, you better just be a brave little soldier get on home and mount that mountain." And the sumbitch just kept on laughin'.

He got home and told her he was goin' to her doctor appointment with her, he was gonna find out just what the fuck. He liked it as much as the next guy, but shit, a man needed a rest once in a while. And then they made love.

When her name was called at the docs office Daryl stomped right into the exam room and he was fuming. He wanted to know what the fuck had happened to his sweet Beth, I mean shit, they'd always had a good thing goin' in the sex department, but suddenly it was like she didn't care about him no more, he was just her damn stud service and he was fuckin' exhausted, he'd now lost 10 pounds and he could hardly stay awake at work. What the hell was the doc gonna do about this shit, he wanted his regular Beth back.

The doc glanced over at Beth and she was trying hard not to laugh or smile, and the doc was trying hard not to laugh or smile, and the doc said to Daryl, "Remember when we talked about hormones and her crying? Well this is the very same thing, just manifesting itself in a different way. Pregnancy gets hormones all out of whack, Daryl. This too shall pass, you need to be patient. Beth is having a very normal pregnancy, I promise you that. Now, would you think about reading that book?"

"Yeah, I'm thinking about it." Everyone in the room knew Daryl was never reading the book.

Then the snackin' started. Daryl felt like that janky little dude who worked at the closest convenience store was becoming his actual pal. He was there every fuckin' night buyin' her ice cream, or chips, or cheese dip, or Twinkies, or popcorn, or Nacho Cheese Doritos, or for gawd sake, a can of olives. I mean, the fuck? They had a pantry fulla food, but it was always sumthin' they didn't have that she just had ta have, not that he minded. He'd do anything to make his Beth happy, but the night she dipped a piece of beef jerky in a jar of caramel ice cream topping, he panicked. She told him it was normal, her mom told him it was normal, the guys at work said it was normal, but it didn't seem right ta him and he wasn't having his Beth get sick. He told her he was goin' to her next doctor appointment, and dammit, that was that.

When her name was called he thundered right into the exam room. Before the doc could get a word out of her mouth he was waving his arms and demanding a fix to this latest curse that had befallen his Beth. She was eatin' all manner a crazy shit she never woulda ate before. She liked all that organic crap and eatin' clean, and now she wanted fuckin' Twinkies! What the fuck was the doc gonna do about this shit?

The doc looked over to Beth and Beth just shook her head side to side and tried not to smile.

"Remember Daryl, pregnancy is fraught with strange feelings and lots of odd cravings. I'm sure you read that in the book (okay, now doc was bein' a smart ass), pregnancy has been known to turn vegetarians into meat eaters and carnivores into vegetarians. I have no doubt Beth will go back to her normal eating habits after this pregnancy is over. Okay? It's normal, you just have to be patient."

Well then came the straw that broke the camel's back. He came home from work, the cabin was dark, he freaked a little, no denyin' that. He finally located her layin' on their bed, she didn't want him to come near her and she for damn sure didn't want him to touch her. She said she was too fat, too ugly, too disgusting. What the fuck, she was still skinny as a rail, yeah she had a little belly on her, she looked like a damn piss ant pushin' a watermelon. If anything, he thought she was too skinny, seemed like she oughta be bigger. And he'd be damned if he was gonna sleep in the other room and not be near his Beth. He couldn't even ask her, and he wasn't askin' the guys at work, or his dumbass brother, but her mom said it was normal. Nah, he needed his Beth and he wasn't havin' it any other way but him and her in the same fuckin' bed. Period. He said he was goin' to her next doc appointment come hell or high water.

When her name was called he charged in the exam room, he gave that doc what for. He wasn't havin' this, he needed to be with his wife. He didn't want her thinkin' any bad thoughts about herself, she was the most beautiful woman in the fuckin' world, and dammit, she was his and he wanted ta be sleepin' by her side every fuckin' night for the rest of his damn life and what the fuck was the doc gonna do about that?

The doc looked over at Beth and for once she wasn't suppressing a smile.

The doc asked, "Beth, do you love Daryl?"

"Yes, of course I do, I love him more than anyone or anything else in the world."

"Then Beth, you have to let Daryl share the bed with you tonight. He loves you too, and you'll feel comforted having him there next to you. Let him show you that he loves you. That's doctor's orders."

And thankfully, she let him in the bed that night and he held her all night long, professing his love for her, reassuring her, and they made love. It was a good night.

Two weeks later she went into labor. Daryl was in full on survival mode. He put her case in the pick-up, then he got her in the pick-up, then he fell to his knees in the yard and puked his guts up, then he ran in the house, brushed his teeth right quick, ran out to the pick-up and drove like a bat outta hell to the hospital.

He didn't like feelin' powerless, but holy fuckin' crap, he didn't know what the fuck to do. She was yellin' at him and callin' him everything but her loving husband. He didn't know why she wanted to have this natural child birth. It didn't seem like a good idea at all. There were drugs for chrissake, why not take a few, take the damn edge off? But no, his Beth had gone back to her damn organic and clean ways. Now she had released the fury on him. He was okay with that though, he'd rather be the one in pain, the one to suffer, fuck, it broke his ga'damn heart to see her hurtin'.

The doc was givin' them instructions, but Daryl couldn't concentrate on that, all he could do was lean over and keep tellin' her he loved her and he was sorry, and he was the fuckin' asshole of creation for getting' her pregnant in the first damn place.

Finally the baby made its appearance. Shit, Daryl even cut the damn cord. He looked at her and said, "You're the toughest damn person I ever did know Beth Dixon, you kick ass. I'm the luckiest son of a bitch in the whole fuckin' world. I love ya girl."

She gave him a tired little smile and whispered, "I love you too Mister Dixon."

Doc said, "Well it's a bouncing baby boy, what do you think you'll name him?"

Beth didn't hesitate, "Daryl, Jr."

"Oh hell no, don't curse the poor little fella," Daryl protested.

Doc moved up on the other side of the bed until she was next to Beth, she leaned over and said, "You're a very lucky woman Beth Dixon, I have never seen a man who loves a woman more than Daryl loves you. Oh he gets a little intense sometimes, and he's a bit excitable, but he's always got your best interests at heart and he's endlessly entertaining. Don't ever let that one go."

Beth just smiled and said, "I never will."

A/N Well it wasn't easy, but our boy survived! And now we have a Baby Daryl. I wonder how that will go. Thank you for reading, please review. xo