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Home Is With You: Chapter 25

Beth
"You got away from me Beth," The Governor said.

"Back the hell up," Merle ordered The Governor.

"All I want is her," He replied.

"Well that don't look like it's gonna happen now does it?" Merle replied "Now back up and let us go or we'll kill yer," He added.

"You think you can kill me before I drop at least one of you?" The Governor wondered and trained his gun on Merle "I will kill both of you," He stated.

"I'm sick of this." Daryl said, pushing in front of Merle and went to pull the trigger on the gun.

The Governor saw what he was doing and fired his gun first.

As the bullet from The Governor's gun fires straight for Daryl, it was as if everything went in slow motion, I moved to grab hold of Daryl to pull him out of the way but before I could Merle got in there first and got in front of the bullet. Merle hit the ground and made a painful yelping sound and then Daryl fired his gun and the bullet hit The Governor straight between the eyes and he fell to the ground like a sack of potatoes. The whole thing only lasted 2 seconds, 3 seconds max but it seemed like house as I watched.

"Merle!" Daryl shouted and kneeled down to look at his brother, I watched from behind Daryl and I saw the blood covering Merle's body but there was so much of it that I couldn't tell where the blood was coming from.

"What can I do?" I asked Daryl through a sob.

"Shoot me... in the head," Merle said through ragged breaths.

"No...We can save you," I told him. I kneeled down beside Merle and I held his hands tightly in mine, hoping that if I held on tight enough it might take away some of his pain or make him feel more comfortable "You gotta stay with us, you gotta see your grandbaby," I told him.

I looked down at his body and saw the blood was coming from his chest; it was blown out pretty bad.

"Just do it!" Merle yelled.

"Daryl," I pleaded "What can we do?" I asked.

"Nothin'," Daryl stated "His chest is all blown out... we can't do nothin'." He added.

Daryl cocked his gun again and he held it to Merle's head, Merle looked at Daryl pleadingly for him to do it and I gripped onto Merle's hand as if his life depended on it. This can't be the way Merle Dixon goes out, shot by a piece of shit like The Governor? No way. Daryl once told me that the only person who could Merle was Merle.

The tears just kept falling, like a waterfall, this couldn't be it for Merle. He needed to see his grandbaby, his first grandbaby. This was Merle's second chance with a family, it can't be taken away from him like this, he needed to be here... Daryl and I needed him.

"You'll be a good momma Beth," Merle said between breaths "Daryl, you'll be a good daddy... much better than I ever did," He added.

"I'll look after him Merle," I promised.

"I'll see ya Merle,"

"See you later Darylina."

I closed my eyes as Daryl pulled the trigger.

I let out a large sob as Merle's hand stopped gripping onto mine and went limp, I let go of his hand and fell back onto the floor crying and Daryl was just kneeling beside him looking at Merle's now lifeless body, the gun dropped to the floor making a clattering sound. Daryl wasn't crying like I thought he would be, his face was expressionless, like he can't seem to process what had just happened.

Over my sobs I heard the all too familiar growl of walkers, there was definitely a few of them by the sound of it and I started to panic. Daryl hadn't heard them but I could tell they were fairly close.

"Daryl," I said softly and placed a hand on his shoulder "We gotta get out of here," I told him but he wasn't moving "Daryl please, walkers are coming... they must have heard the guns... we need to go," I pleaded but he was still not listening to me "Daryl!" I shouted and he snapped back to reality "There are walkers coming, we need to leave. I wish we could take Merle with us and give him the burial he deserves but we haven't got time," I explained to him.

Daryl nodded and started removing the backpack that Merle had carried and put it over his shoulder with the other backpack, he picked his gun up from the floor and holstered it before helped me up from the floor. He started leading me away from Merle's body, we had no choice but to run but I couldn't run for long, I was already tired and with this bump there is only so much I could take, it was heavy and it hurt.

Daryl and I started running but I don't even know where we were going. Merle said he knew somewhere we could go but he's not here now and I don't even really know if Daryl is processing and registering things right now... I don't even think it's in his mind that I'm pregnant right now. I don't know what this is going to do to Daryl but I know it's going to mess him up and something bad is going to happen, I don't like this feeling.

We had been running for what felt like hours, I know it wasn't but it felt like it. My back was sore, my feet felt like they were about to fall off and my lungs were on fire. I pleaded with Daryl to stop about 10 minutes ago but he begged me to go a little further so I did but I can't do it now, I really can't do this, I'm worried that I'm going to hurt the baby if I carry on doing this.

I stopped running and let go of Daryl's hand which made him stop.

"I can't," I breathed out "Daryl... I need to... to stop." I pleaded.

Daryl nodded and I sat down on a fallen tree trunk as I tried to get my breath back. Daryl sat down next to me and handed me a bottle of water and some food from one of the backpacks, he seemed tired too. He needed to rest too.

We're going to have to find somewhere as soon as possible because a life on the run isn't a good thing for me right now. I need somewhere to rest and so does Daryl, he needs to refuel because until I have this baby, I'm pretty useless with guarding and protecting.

"Have you eaten?" I asked him, already knowing the answer.

"I'm a'right... eat what you need," He replied.

"You need food too," I argued and grabbed a granola bar out of the backpack sitting on the floor in front of us, I held it out to him but he wouldn't take it "Eat it or I'll force it down your throat," I warned.

He took the granola bar and took a small bite and I couldn't help but roll my eyes at him "Daryl, I really need you to be strong right now, I can't do anything helpful at the minute. I can't have you flaking out on me or passing out because I can't carry you," I told him "I know there is a lot of pressure on you right now and I want to help but I'm limited with what I can do so I need you," I pleaded.

"I'll be fine," He replied.

"You know, just before you woke me up at the prison, I was dreaming; we were in the prison still and I had just given birth, we had a son. We named him Michael Archer Dixon. He looked so much like you but he had little bits of blonde hair and we were so happy. You were holding him and you couldn't take your eyes off him, it was perfect," I explained and grabbed hold of his hand "I need you." I sighed and fresh tears started to fall.

Daryl wrapped an arm around me and pulled me close and his other hand started rubbing my stomach. I put my food and bottle of water down and wrapped my arms around him, my head rested on his shoulder as I cried.

Just a couple hours ago I was asleep and dreaming of a perfect family and just like that I lost it all; my home and my family. I don't even know if anyone else is still alive... my daddy, Maggie, Glenn, Rick, Michonne, Carl, Judith? Everything has gone to shit it just two hours, how?

"We're gonna be ok," Daryl promised and placed a kiss on the top of my head "I'm gonna make sure that yer ok and this baby is ok," He told me.

"I need you to be ok too," I replied.

"I'll be fine. I'm not gonna leave you two... not ever."

Six weeks it has been since our whole world came crashing down around is and it's just been Daryl and I ever since. We haven't found anyone from our group and we've found no signs of them alive either... no one. We don't even know if they made it out of the prison, for all we know they died there and Daryl and I are the only ones left. For the first few days I was convinced that everyone had made it out and we would find them but it's been six weeks and there was no sign of them, nothing to suggest anyone had ever made it out.

On the plus side; Daryl had found somewhere for us to hole up in until I have the baby and we can move on, it wasn't anything fancy, it was a funeral home. It was secure which was the main thing and there was only one way in and out meaning that if walkers or anyone else want in then we're going to know about it and we can deal with it. Supplies had been left behind by whoever was here before us; the supplies were definitely going to keep us going for a while.

On our travels we managed to come across some baby supplies, not many but we have got some diapers and some bottles and two tubs of formula. I do plan on breast feeding as it is the best option with our situation and it's one less thing for Daryl to try and find but the formula was just in case I couldn't breast feed.

In one of the backpacks Daryl brought with him from the prison, he brought enough clothes for the baby to keep us going for the first few weeks. Of course we're hoping to find some more but it gives me peace of mind to know that we are covered for the first few weeks until I am fully healed and can start doing things again.

Since we've been here Daryl has been spending his days out scavenging for things that we would need and I admire his effort but we're really going to struggle, a lot of our things were at the prison and as much as Daryl wanted to go back we knew we couldn't. The place was over run and Daryl couldn't take all of those walkers on by himself, its suicide and I really need him right now.

I cannot wait for this baby to be born.

"Beth," Daryl said quietly as he came into the kitchen "Turn the lights off, walkers outside," He stated and I instantly blew the three candles out that we had lit on the table.

"How many?" I asked.

"Not sure, ten or fifteen," He whispered back.

I stayed quiet and listened, I could hear them. They didn't sound close to the house but they were close enough for my liking, Daryl came and sat in the chair next to me and held my hand to calm me down.

"We're gonna be fine, they're just passin'." He told me.

Sharp pains woke me from my sleep.

I had a stomach ache earlier and thought it might have been something I had ate, I didn't think much of it to be honest but Daryl made me come to bed to rest for a little while. This pain was different from earlier, this was more sharp and sudden. The stomach ache I had earlier was just that, an ache, it wasn't even that painful but more uncomfortable.

I sat up in bed and looked next to me expecting to see Daryl there but his side of the bed was empty, looking out of the window I noticed that it was early evening... too early for Daryl to be in bed just yet.

"Daryl?!" I called out but then another pain hit "Daryl!" I shouted but I didn't get any response.

Oh my gosh... this was painful.

"Daryl!" I shouted as loud as I could.

There was a lot of commotion from downstairs and then footsteps came running up the stairs and Daryl came into the room looking panicked.

"You a'right?" He questioned.

"I think I'm in labour." I said panicking.

16 hours later

"Daryl, I don't know how much longer I can do this," I breathed as I rested my head on the pillow.

"Beth, yer doin' amazing," He commented "I need yer just t' push a little more," He added.

"I'm so tired," I replied.

"I know yer are baby but I'm right here an' this is nearly done... a couple more pushes an our baby'll be here," He told me.

"Ok."

I pushed and it was the weirdest feeling, I could feel the baby moving inside me and making its way out of my body. Daryl was counting down from 10 and I curled my chin into my chest and just pushed as much as I could.

"Just one more," Daryl urged.

I took a deep breath and did it again.

I felt the baby leave my body and then cries filled the air.

"Oh my God," I sighed and fell back on the bed... after 16 hours it was finally over.

"It's a girl," Daryl stated.

"A girl?" I questioned in surprise, since my dream I was convinced I was having a boy.

"It's a girl," He repeated full of pride "Freya Annette Dixon." He said with a smile and I nodded in agreement.

It turns out that both of our momma's were called Annette, well the woman that raised Daryl was called Annette and it seemed like a fitting middle name. I loved my momma and I know that she would have loved Daryl, she would've been so proud to have a grandbaby, a granddaughter no less. The only momma that Daryl ever knew was Annette Dixon and she was the only parent that did care for him and show him love, Daryl said he wouldn't have learnt to read if it wasn't for her.

Daryl wrapped baby Freya up in a little yellow blanket that we brought from the prison and he handed her to me so I could get the first real look at my baby girl. She was perfect. She was beautiful. Her hair was dark, like her daddy's hair and she had Daryl's nose but she had the same shape eyes as me and my mouth, oh my God she was just so perfect.

"She's perfect," I whispered to Daryl.

"Of course she's perfect, she looks like you," He replied and kissed me "You were amazing. I've never seen nothin' like that in my life... yer an absolute Queen," He said with the biggest smile on his face as he looked down at our baby girl.

"She's so tiny," I commented "Do you think she's ok?" I asked worriedly.

"She's a little early but I think she's fine." Daryl replied and placed a kiss on top of Freya's head.

This moment right here is all I need... just me, Daryl and our perfect beautiful baby girl Freya.

And that's all folks!

This story has now come to an end and although I am really sad about it, I am so happy to announce that a NEW Walking Dead story is coming your way very soon... I spoil you lot! The story is going to be called 'Waitress' and as soon as it is completed it will be posted. I think you guys are going to love it!

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