I crouched down breathing heavily with my gun up. My eyes were wide as I glanced at Daryl. He put a finger to his lips as to tell me "shh." I just nodded. I could hear footsteps above us. I was scared to death, practically peeing my pants. I got more afraid as I listened to the footsteps and knew we had to be super quiet.

"I know someone's in here." A man's voice said. My eyes widened. "Come on out. Let's make this easy." I followed his footsteps up above, then heard a door open. My heart skipped a beat. He was slowly making his way down the stairs. I almost lost my shit. Oh God! He's coming!

"Did you find anyone?" A woman shouted down the stairs. My eyes widened. What? There's two people? I looked to Daryl. He put his hand up. Then, I watched him pull out his knife. My eyes widened even wider. I know what he's planing to do.

"No." I mouthed and shook my head. He nodded. "No no." I pleaded.

Just then, Daryl ran out at the guy. He dodged him and sort of lifted Daryl slamming him against the wall. "Daryl!" I yelled. The guy looked at me. He was a big fucker. He took a step towards me but Daryl kicked him in the leg making him go down. I broke out of my trance and pointed my gun.

"Don't even think about it, sweet pea." The woman from before was right there and was pointing her gun at me. She looked to maybe be a little older than me, but she was bigger. "Drop it." She said. I thought for a minute. I don't think she's gonna kill me. If she was going to, she would have just done it, I didn't see her before. So, I decided to oblige. I dropped my gun and put my hands up. "Good. Now you and I are gonna take a little walk while my man finishes up your man." She smiled. I glanced over at them. Daryl seemed to be getting the worst of it. I breathed out sharply. "Move!" The woman yelled. She gestured for me to go out the door. I started walking.

As soon as we were outside, I spun quickly trying to kick her in the leg. I succeeded. She fell to the ground with a gunshot going off and I took off running through the yard and then around to the other side of the house. I needed to get back inside. The woman was shooting at me, I looked back and she was still a distance away. I ran in through the front door and up the stairs. Glancing around quickly to find a hiding place. I just ran in the closest bedroom and hid in the closet. This is going to have to do. I thought while closing the door. I was trying to catch my breath the best I could without being too loud.

Finally, the woman ran up the stairs. "Where are you!" She yelled. "I swear when I get my hands on you…" She trailed off. Her voice was farther away now. She must have gone in one of the other bedrooms. There were only three. "I wasn't going to kill you at first, but now I'm going to. Not after what you did!" I heard a noise like she threw something. I could hear a lot of noise down in the basement where I left Daryl. I guess that's a good thing because if they're still fighting, that means Daryl is alive. I gulped.

Just then, I stepped on a toy in the closet that squeaked. Shit! I heard the woman's footsteps getting closer now. "I heard you." She said. "I know you're up here." She walked into the room. I could see her through the cracks in the closet door. "Come on out." She had her back to me.

I was standing there trying to work up the courage to attack. I took deep but quiet breaths and tried telling myself that I had to do it. I nodded.

Finally, I just stopped thinking about it and I ran out at her, jumping right onto her. I made her hit into the wall, we both hit the floor. She pulled the trigger in the process. "You bitch!" She yelled and tried to get up. I quickly kicked her in the side making her go back down, then got on top of her. I banged her arm on the floor knocking the gun out of her hands.

My eyes were on the gun, I tried to get it but she tackled me back down. Her elbow connected with my ribs and I screamed out in pain. Then, she punched me once in the face. I laid there in pain. She stood up and went for the gun. I couldn't let that happen, I couldn't lose. I grabbed her around the legs making both of fall back down. I was closest to the gun now. I grabbed it and pointed it at her. Her eyes widened. "Ha!" I said.

I stood up quickly still pointing the gun at her. "Back up." I said. She took a step back. "Move. Over there." I gestured with the gun for her to move aside away from the door. She did. I moved quickly and was now right outside the door. "Bye bitch." I said.

"Please don't." She pleaded with a scared look. I gave her a stupid one. Is she serious? She was just trying to kill me. I pulled the trigger, she cringed…but nothing happened. I looked down at the gun and tried it two more times. Shit. Outta bullets. I looked back up at her wide-eyed. She was smiling, then ran at me. I threw the gun at her as hard as I could hitting her in the face. She groaned in pain and hit the floor. I ran to the end of the hall in front of the bathroom door. That's when I remembered about the hole. I stood there waiting for her. She finally got up and was just standing there watching me. There was a brief pause.

"Come get me." I said to her. She looked extremely angry and started running at me. Right before she got within arms length, I jumped through the hole in the floor. It was just big enough for me to fit through. I was now on the second floor. Looking up through the hole, I could see her looking down at me. I gave her the finger and laughed. Then, I quickly ran away before she could run down the stairs.

I grabbed a leftover piece of wood that we used to secure the house and hid behind the wall. I heard her coming and whacked her good as soon as I saw her. She fell to the floor and I whacked her again. I hit her until I knew she was dead.

Finally, I stopped and straightened up trying to catch my breath There was blood all over me. I looked down at her dead body. Licking the blood off my lip, I spit at her. "Stupid bitch."

Just then, I realized that the noise downstairs had died down and I became worried. I took my piece of wood and slowly walked down the stairs. Once I rounded the corner, I saw the dead body of the man. I sighed in relief. But where is Daryl? I walked more to the back, I saw him standing there by the door. Thank God. My shoulders slumped. I walked over to him, he turned abruptly with his fists up. "It's just me." I said. He relaxed some.

All of a sudden, my emotions caught up with me. I dropped that piece of wood and ran to Daryl, his arms were already open waiting for me. "Are you okay?" I hugged him tightly. He nodded.

"Are you?" He grabbed my face and looked at me. I got a good look at him too. His nose was bleeding and there was a cut on his forehead. Not to mention his ripped up clothes, he was probably hurt other places too. I breathed out sharply, then we kissed each other for a long time. I'm so glad he's okay. That we're BOTH okay.

We finally pulled apart but still held each other, our foreheads touching. "Let's go upstairs." I said. Daryl nodded. I helped him walk.

Daryl and I sat on the couch while I took care of and cleaned his wounds. "Are you sure you're okay?" I asked him. "Looks like he really did a number on you."

"I'll be fine." He said roughly. "What about you? Ya gotta be extra careful now—

"I'm fine." I said quickly cutting him off. "And I know. But I'm fine. We're fine." I put my hand over my stomach. "If they're even…there."

Daryl sighed. "Well, we don't need to take any chances." I nodded and looked down. Daryl lifted my chin and touched my cheek. "I never should 'a brought you out here."

We stared into each other's eyes. "Yet here we are." I said. "And I wanted to. This was me. I knew the risk, I knew the danger." It's almost been a month since we left Pine Lane. I'm beginning to have second thoughts about leaving, especially now. I sat there sadly thinking about it.

Suddenly, Daryl wrapped his arms around me and held me close. He kissed my temple. "You thankin' about goin' back?" He asked me.

"Yes." I admitted.

"Maybe we should then." He said. I shot him a look. "I want you safe. You and…" He trailed off.

"Please stop saying that." I looked at him. "We don't even know yet."

"Yeah, but…ya might be."

I swallowed hard. "Yeah and I also might not be." I pushed my hair out of my face and sighed. We were silent for a minute. I looked around at the place, it was destroyed. Plus, there's two dead bodies in the house. "We should leave here." I said. "Start looking for another place." I stood up.

"Yeah." Was all Daryl said.

We picked a house that was close in the neighborhood, as it was getting dark out, and secured it the best we could right then. There was only the two of us and we were in a regular house, which meant one of us would have to keep watch. I volunteered. Daryl didn't want me to but I said I wanted to do it. After a small disagreement, he let things go. So, now I was staring out a window into the darkness.

I sighed and put my hand over my stomach. A few days ago, I realized I was late. I really didn't think much of it because I have always been irregular, but I remembered that one day that Daryl didn't pull out fast enough so figured I would tell him about it anyway. He was the first one to jump to conclusions.

I looked down at my stomach. What if I really am pregnant though? I can't have a baby out here. Daryl knows nothing about child birth and what if there were complications? I didn't know what to think. I leaned my head on the window.

"You know...to keep watch, you actually have to keep watch?" Daryl said behind me.

"I am." I said without moving. I heard his footsteps come closer.

"What's 'a matter?" He put his hand on my back and slowly rubbed.

"Nothing." I lied.

"Don't gimme that." He said roughly. "Ya look depressed. So, tell me. What is it?"

I sighed and sat up. "…I don't know." I shook my head. "I'm just worrying about…if I'm actually pregnant."

Daryl was quiet for a minute. "Yeah." He finally said, then wrapped his arms around me. "Me too."

Well, you're a great help. I thought sarcastically. "Daryl, what are we gonna do?"

"We're gonna deal with it." He said without much thought. "Just like we do with everythang."

"No." I spun around to face him. "You don't just deal with having a baby." I quickly walked away and into another room.

"Hold up." Daryl followed me a minute later. "You sayin' this is my fuckin' fault?" He sounded angry. I turned to look at him. Before I could say anything, though, he spoke first. "What do ya want from me, girl?"

"No, stop." I moved closer to him. "I don't wanna fight. I'm just…scared, okay?" I was close to tears now. "And no, it's not your fault. It's my fault and I know that. I'm the one who made us come out here. I knew the risk." I nodded. "I did it anyway. You got hurt because of me and don't think I don't feel bad about that." I sobbed. "I'm trying to think if this was the right thing to do or…or just me being a dumbass." I looked down.

Daryl hugged me tightly to him. I just laid my head on him breathing heavily and trying to calm down. "You ain't a dumbass." He said. "Hey," he made me look at him, "yer not. And don't say it again." He stared down at me. I exhaled sharply. "And that wasn't just all you. You thank I'd let ya come out here if I didn't want to?" He snorted. "This might 'a been yer idea but it was my decision. I got myself hurt. And almost you." He touched my face. I just looked at him sadly. "Now…everythang's gonna be fine. If you wanna go back, then we'll go back. All ya got's to do is say the word…and I'll take us home." He nodded. We stared at each other for a while, then Daryl kissed my forehead. "Quit yer worryin' now. If yer not, yer not. If ya are, ya are. And we'll figure it out, just like we always do." His thumb rubbed my cheek. "Okay?"

I just stared at him like I was an idiot. That was quite a speech he made. I don't think he's ever talked that long before without me getting a word in. I loved everything he said. I love him.

I finally gave him a small smile and nodded. Then, I moved closer for a kiss. Our lips met and it was like all my worries were forgotten. He's the best medicine. We pulled apart and looked into each other's eyes. "You always make me feel better." I smiled. "And I have an idea." I paused and became serious. "Tomorrow…let's look for supplies, I'll get a pregnancy test and…if it's positive, then we'll go back." I shrugged. There was a brief pause.

"And what if it's negative?" Daryl asked in his deep, raspy voice.

I just looked at him for a moment. "I…I don't know." I shook my head.

There was another pause. "Alright." Daryl nodded. "We can do whatever ya want. Whatever you decide…I'll go along with it."

I looked up at him and smiled. That makes me feel so much better that he's on board with whatever it is that I eventually decide. It makes things easier. "Thank you." I said quietly. I hugged him. "I love you."

"Yeah." He sighed. "I must love you, with all this shit I put up with fer ya."

I laughed hard at that. Looking up at him and wrapping my arms around his neck. He couldn't hide his smirk either. I kissed his cheek a few times. "Come on." I said. "Kiss me."

He kissed me hard after that. I reached down and started unbuckling his belt. "Ya really wanna do this now?" He asked me quietly.

"Yes." I breathed. "I really do." He kissed me again, then lifted me taking me over to the couch.

Daryl gently laid me down and I kicked my boots off. I watched him throw his shirt off so I did too but left my bra on. I like when he takes that and my panties off. Daryl paused and looked down at me, I tapped the waistline of my jeans telling him to take them off. He undid the button and zipper, then pulled them off quickly making me giggle.

Now I was only in my bra and underwear. Well…my socks too but they can stay on. "Take my bra off for me." I said all whispery. He reached up, I could feel his fingers lifting the hem and breathed out. I love his hands on me. He threw it aside.

Daryl leaned up and kissed my lips for a moment, then moved down to my neck. I moaned. His hand made its way down and teased my sex causing me to gasp. "Want these off?" He tugged at the waistband.

"Yes." I answered quickly. He teased me by pulling them down some, then stopping. "Daryl." I said impatiently. He finally pulled them completely off and threw them aside.

Daryl began kissing down my body causing me to squirm and moan. "Please now, Daryl." I begged. "Do it now."

He lifted himself up and slammed into me. I gasped loudly. He planted a kiss on my forehead. "Ya okay?" I just nodded so then he began to move.

I was moaning loudly with each thrust. Making love with Daryl is like being on top of the world. He makes me feel like a queen. I love what we have. "Ah, faster." I breathed. He moved faster and harder. "Ah, yes, ah." I moaned.

This was feeling good but after a while, I was getting used to it. I needed more. "Say something." I said. "Tease me. Yell at me."

"Ya want me to spank ya?"

"Yeah." I breathed.

"Course ya do." He said roughly. "Ya like that, don't ya?" I nodded. "That's cuz yer bad and ya know ya deserve it. Ain't that right, little girl?"

"Yes." I said. I moaned louder than before. It was working.

"Yeah, I'll have to take care 'a that when we're done here." Daryl continued to play along. "After this, Imma warm yer naughty little bottom up with a good hand spankin'."

"Yes." I said. "Keep going."

"Then I'm gonna paddle yer ass, just like I said I was gonna do a long time ago. Ya still need it."

"Ah." I moaned.

"Then I'm gonna take my belt off to finish ya up. Yup, right on yer bare ass."

"Oh…yes!" I moaned loudly as I climaxed. It kept going too. It was like that insane, reach for the stars, world series kind of feeling. I breathed rapidly as I started to come down. Daryl went a little longer then pulled out of me, he came all over my stomach.

I looked at it, then at him. There was a brief pause. He looked nervous. Then I started laughing. I kissed his cheek. "That was great play. You're really good at it." I smiled.

"Yeah?" He said.

"Yeah." I slowly got up, then kissed Daryl. "I'll be right back." I told him, then walked away to go take care of myself.

Daryl and I made a bed on the floor so we could lay with each other. He was holding my hand and looking at it and I was just laying there, next to him. "You sure it was okay that I did that?" Daryl asked me. "Ya didn't seem like ya liked it."

"Yeah, it's fine." I reassured him. "I told you you could, didn't it?" He just looked at me. "So, it's okay." I smiled.

Daryl stared at me for a minute, then he finally looked away. "You hungry?" He said out of nowhere. "We still got that jar 'a jelly."

"I don't want that jar of jelly." I giggled.

"Well, I can make us somethin'."

"I'm not hungry at all actually." I said. "Well, not for food. I'm only hungry for you." I smiled at him, then giggled.

Daryl smirked. "Slow down, girl. I'm a lot older 'an you. I'm tired."

That was pretty obvious but I decided to tease him anyway. I gasped and looked at him in surprise. "What? Daryl Dixon admitted to being tired?"

"Shut up." He said.

"Aw, poor baby." I pushed his hair back and teased some more. "I know what will make you feel better." I climbed on top of him. "I'll ride you this time. That way you won't have to do anything but lay there and enjoy." I grinned.

"Nah, cuz I do. I gotta hurry and lift ya off me and throw ya aside so I can pull out in time."

I giggled. "Well, boo hoo." I mocked him. Then I became a little more serious. "Someone isn't acting themself today."

His expression softened. "Sorry." He apologized. "My side…kinda…hurts." He admitted and looked at me.

I looked down feeling guilty. I had forgotten about that. He must really be in pain then because it's not often that he lets on how he's feeling. As sad as that sounds, it's the truth. "No." I finally said and looked at him. "No, I'm sorry. I forgot about that." I got off him and moved to my spot next to him. "We don't have to. Let's just sit here." I nodded. I gently traced the bruise on his side. "Does it really hurt?"

"Ain't bad." He lied. I gave him a look but decided not to push him. I just kissed his side lightly, then smiled up at him.

I suddenly thought of an idea. "Well, how about…how about a blow job instead?" I smiled lasciviously at him.

He stared at me for a moment, then looked up at the ceiling. "Nah." He waved. "I ain't washed my balls since we left that place."

I just looked at him in shock…then let out a nervous laugh. "Wow. You really know how to get someone out of the mood." I laughed pretty hard. He said that so nonchalantly.

Daryl actually laughed too. I laid down next to him. We continued to laugh for a little bit, then we just laid there with each other. "Want a back rub?" I asked him. "I do them real good."

"Abby, I'm fine. Really. Ya don't gotta…" He stopped what he was saying and squinted at me. "Wait a minute…who's back you been rubbin'?"

I giggled. "Relax. I used to rub my dad's back. Oh, and my pap's occasionally."

"Better just be them." Daryl said roughly.

I decided to tease him again. "Oh yeah? And what are you gonna do if it wasn't?"

He looked down at me and narrowed his eyes. "There's a lot I can do."

"Ah, you're all talk." I waved and smirked. "Your bark is worse than your bite."

"Oh yeah?" He raised his voice a little. "Ya wanna find out?"

"Aw, but I thought you were tired?" I teased some more. I knew I was pushing my luck with him. He glared at me.

"Ya know what?" He grabbed me, making me giggle, and pulled me on top of him. I was now laying on him. "I'm really gettin' sick 'a you makin' fun 'a me." He kissed my cheek a bunch of times. I laughed. It was really cute. Then, he smacked my bottom hard. I squealed but then laughed.

Daryl lifted me off him and gently laid me next him. "Now you lay there and behave yerself." He joked.

"Yes, sir." I played along. We both let out a small laugh.

We laid together for a little while longer, then I got up and started putting my clothes on. "What are ya doin'?" Daryl questioned me.

"I'm gonna keep watch." I stated.

Daryl seemed to hesitate. "…ya don't gotta. I can do it."

I looked at him and smiled. "I know…but," I pulled my pants up, "I said I was would keep watch." I leaned over and kissed him. "So, I'm keeping watch." I smiled. "You sleep." I ran my hand through his hair when I walked by.

"Yes ma'am." I heard Daryl say. I smiled.