I am so incredibly sorry it has taken me this long to update! My life has been chaotic the last couple of weeks, and I honestly had no time to write at all. Hopefully my life will be a bit more calm for the next few weeks, so I can update more often. I truly am immensely sorry for the wait. This chapter has a lot of humor in it, but also some serious moments. I hope you all will like it, if anyone is still reading this story.
Chapter Twenty
Daryl hadn't been gone more than fifteen minutes before Rosita came barreling in the door,
"Why are men such dumbasses?!"
Beth honestly wasn't shocked at how she came in without knocking, most of the time during the day they didn't knock on doors, they just walked into each other's houses.
"I have no idea, but the day anyone figures out why, I'll celebrate for a month."
"That celebrating better involve tequila shots, because I'm gonna need a lot of them."
Beth chuckled at Rosita, she loved how Rosita wasn't ever afraid to speak her mind, she simply didn't care what others thought about her.
"So what has Abraham done now to prove how dumb men truly can be?"
Rosita stared out the window for a few minutes before replying,
"Look, this probably is gonna sound crazy...I wanna have a baby."
Beth was a little stunned by her revelation, but before she could say anything back Rosita was up and pacing around.
"I know the world has gone to shit an all, but I want one. You and Daryl are making it work, so I don't see why Abraham and I can't. We're probably the safest we're ever gonna be right now, and I just don't see why not."
Beth could see Rosita's point, but she could also understand why Abraham wouldn't be a fan of the idea. Safety would always be a concern, Daryl was always worrying about someone attacking. The other biggest concern, was not having proper medical technology. They had supplies for babies, shelter, food, but maybe Abraham had other reasons. Daryl didn't want kids, mainly because he thought he'd be like his dad, but Beth didn't think Abraham would be a bad father. He'd had kids before the world went to hell,
"Maybe he's scared of losing another child."
Rosita froze at that, as if she hadn't considered that possibility. Abraham had never been open with her about what happened to him before they met, but she knew he had had a family.
"He's never been open about what happened to him before we met…do you think he would be open with me if I asked him about it?"
Beth thought for a moment before replying,
"I don't think he would all out refuse to talk about it, but I think it would take some time. Hell, I still don't know everythin' that Daryl went through before everythin' went to hell. I may never know everythin', but I'm okay with that. I know all the important stuff. However, I'm sure there is important stuff that y'all need to discuss before deciding to have a child."
Rosita took in everything Beth was telling her, Beth did have good experience with men with a rough past, everyone knew Daryl had far from an easy life. She would have to take her time discussing things with Abraham, the only problem being she wasn't always the most patient person.
"Ugh men are difficult," she finally groaned out.
Beth chuckled at that,
"Amen sister."
"I mean, they're attractive as hell, but sometimes I just wanna hit them over the head with a rifle."
It took Beth a few minutes to stop laughing long enough to reply to that,
"I fully agree. Daryl has some of the best arms I've ever seen, but even those can't distract me from some of his lesser loved attributes. Getting him to shower is like trying to get Judith down for a nap."
Rosita almost fell over laughing,
"While you have Daryl's arms to gaze at, I have Abraham's ass. Let me tell you girl, that is one perfect ass if I do say so myself."
Beth was in tears at that comment,
"Oh my God Rosita!"
"What? You can't deny that he has a great ass! Not to mention, he's dolphin smooth."
Beth was seven shades of red after that remark,
"Oh my God!"
Rosita seemed to struggle to breathe she was laughing so hard, enjoying all of Beth's discomfort.
"Plus, he's the whole package. Body of a Greek God, amazing in bed, and can kick walker ass all day and still get me off at night."
Rosita didn't think Beth could possibly get more red, but she sure as hell did after that.
"I cannot believe you just said that!"
"What? It's all true. Now, spill on Daryl. If his arms are that perfect, I'm sure the rest of him is too. He's got to be good in bed."
Beth tried not to reply, she really did, but Rosita kept wiggling her eyebrows at her in anticipation,
"Fine! He has abs like I've never seen. Rock hard, and Lord is he good in bed."
Rosita was smirking, enjoying making Beth uncomfortable,
"See? Was that so hard to admit?"
"Easy for you to say, we've all seen you and Abraham getting it on at some point. Y'all are far from discreet."
Rosita chuckled at that,
"Eh, the world is shit, who cares."
Beth's jaw was hanging slightly open, she was in awe at how Rosita could be so unaffected by things like that. Beth would be mortified if someone saw her and Daryl like that, and she knew Daryl would be too. Before she could reply, there was a light knock at the front door.
Beth got up to answer it, and wasn't very surprised to see Abraham standing outside, looking a little out of place,
"Hey Beth…um, is Rosita here?"
Beth smiled softly at him,
"Yeah, she's here. I'll go get her. You can come in if ya want."
"I'll just wait here," he replied while shuffling his feet.
"Okay."
Beth knew he was uncomfortable. Daryl and Abraham were similar in the fact that they didn't do social situations all that well, though Abraham did far better than Daryl did most of the time. She was glad the guys had started to become so close, Abraham seemed to understand Daryl in a lot of ways that she often didn't.
She wondered back into the den where she had left Rosita,
"Guess who's here? He's tall, got a lot of muscles, oh yeah, and hair you could see a hundred miles away."
Rosita groaned,
"He's here?"
"Yup," Beth replied, popping the p at the end.
"What does he want?"
Beth chuckled at Rosita's attitude, knowing that most of it was just an act, and that what she really needed right now was to talk to him.
"Well, I'd imagine he'd like to talk to you, but maybe he came to do a cooking lesson with me. Hard to say which one he's really here for."
Rosita rolled her eyes at Beth's sarcasm, Daryl was obviously rubbing off on her a little too much.
"Just go home with him, so y'all can talk through things. Hiding out here ain't gonna get y'all anywhere. Plus, I'm about two seconds away from passing out, carrying around an Archer Spawn is hard work."
Rosita laughed softly before getting up,
"Guess I'll go talk to Mr. Dolphin Smooth. If you don't see me tomorrow, then he probably fed me to some walkers."
Beth snorted,
"Good night Rosita."
Abraham and Rosita walked home in silence, neither one feeling like speaking first. Rosita could tell he was tense, probably had been since they fought earlier. She knew they needed to talk, but couldn't find the right words to start the conversation.
As soon as they walked through the front door, Abraham walked straight into the kitchen to grab a beer, he knew he was gonna need it to be able to talk about his past. He could understand Rosita's want for a child, but he didn't know how to make her understand his fears. Losing a child is one of the worst pains anyone can ever experience, but knowing that child was lost because they were afraid of you, is like having a knife constantly being raked across your heart.
Rosita had fallen on to one of the over sized chairs in the den, waiting for Abraham to come back. She didn't know where to start with this conversation, and he probably had no idea either. He came trudging in from the kitchen, and planted himself in the chair across from her. They sat in silence for a few moments longer, before Rosita could no longer take the silence,
"So, I guess we need to talk."
"Guess we do," he replied while trying not to look at her.
Rosita started picking at her nails, trying to figure out what to say,
"Look, maybe I didn't broach the topic of having a baby in the best way-"
She was cut off by Abraham's snort, at her way of trying to sugar coat how she told him she wanted to have a kid.
They were laying in bed, after one of their morning love making sessions. Abraham was enjoying the wonderful feelings that come after sex, when suddenly Rosita blurts out,
"I wanna have a baby."
Abraham sat bolt right up at that comment, and looked at her like she'd lost her damn mind. He was pretty damn sure she had, because who in their right mind would purposely have a child in this world?
"You what?!"
He asked, knowing he must have heard her wrong.
"I. Want. A. Baby."
"Alright, I brought it up all wrong. But you didn't make it any better with your response, storming out and all," she replied, fixing him with a serious look.
Abraham shifted in his seat a little, and wrinkled his nose before replying,
"I could've handled it better."
"That's an understatement," she said while rolling her eyes.
Abraham huffed in frustration,
"Are we gonna talk, or are you just gonna keep being all cynical?"
Rosita decided not to push him too much tonight, he was already in a fairly unpleasant mood.
"Look, I know you've had a rough past, but that doesn't mean we can't have a future."
"Rough?" he asked incredulously, "no, the past few years of my life have been pure hell. Until I met Eugene, I was ready to shove a pistol in my mouth."
"How am I supposed to know what happened to make you reach that point, if you won't talk to me?" Rosita asked incredulously.
Abraham was shaking with anger,
"Because it fucking hurts to even think about it! I will never be able stop thinking about what happened! Talking about what happened, feels like having a knife slowly raked over my heart!"
Rosita knew she was pushing it with Abraham, but she needed to know what happened to him. It was killing her to see him hurting like this.
"I know it hurts, but I need you to tell me. I need to be able to understand why you don't want us to start building a future. Please Abraham, let me help you."
Rosita could see Abraham's resolve slowly starting to melt, he wasn't shaking as much, but he still looked pissed.
"I had to kill a lot of walkers and bad people. My wife and my children saw me do it…they got scared…one night, they tried to leave when I was asleep…I woke up, and they were gone. I went looking for them…I only found what was left of them…walkers got to them," Abraham's face had begun to crumble and Rosita had silent tears streaming down her face, "They ran because they thought I would hurt them! I can't watch you die! I can't lose another child!"
Abraham had turned his back, and Rosita slowly walked up behind him, making sure he could hear her approach. She carefully reached out a hand to touch his shoulder, and he turned around sharply. He grabbed her arm suddenly and pulled her into his chest and grumbled into her hair,
"Do you understand now? Why the thought of a child terrifies me?"
Rosita pulled back a little from his chest, so she could look up at him,
"I understand, but it still doesn't change the fact that I want a child. I need you to hear me out. Nothing will ever take away the pain of losing them, it will always be there. The pain of losing anyone never goes away, it's always there. Is it always going to be so strong? No, but there will always be that dull ache in your heart. I will not run from you, I will never do that to you. I am not scared of you. I watched you almost kill Eugene, I've seen you take out God knows how many walkers. None of that has ever bothered me, because that's how we survive."
Abraham sighed slightly, knowing that Rosita was right, but he still wasn't sold on the idea of having a child right now. He wanted to think about it longer, but he couldn't deny the fact that he could see a little boy running around with her dark hair and his eyes.
"I still ain't settled about this, but I'm willing to think about it more," he murmured out.
Rosita nodded, happy that he'd be willing to consider the idea of having a child.
"You know that I love you, and I'd never run from you. I'd run to you, I will stay and fight by your side until the end," Rosita told him with a soft smile.
"I know, and I love you too," Abraham replied gruffly before pulling her back into his chest.
In moments like this, it seemed as if they were living in a normal world, and didn't have dead people trying to kill them every time they went outside the wall.
It was well after midnight when Daryl finally got off watch duty. He knew Beth had probably been in bed for hours, and wasn't surprised at all to see all the lights off when he got home. He quietly opened the front door and shut it, before tip toeing up the stairs. Daryl had to stifle a laugh when he walked into their bedroom, it appeared Beth had tried to wait up for him. She was half sitting, half laying down in bed, with a pregnancy book draped across her stomach, and she was sound asleep.
Daryl removed the book from Beth, then stripped down to his boxers, and carefully climbed in bed next to her. He was about to pull Beth against his chest, when she softly mumbled,
"Rosita came by earlier…she wants to have a baby…"
Daryl laughed slightly,
"So I've heard. Abraham was all messed up bout it earlier."
Beth sighed,
"I know…but I think he'll give in."
Daryl wasn't a hundred percent sure about that one, Abraham was pretty determined earlier,
"What makes you so sure?"
Beth yawned and barely got out a reply before passing back out,
"Because y'all…always…cave in to us."
Daryl sighed, he knew she was right. They did have a tendency to give in to the girls, especially Glenn, poor damn boy still almost could never say no to Maggie.
Daryl leaned over and gently kissed Beth's cheek and pulled her close, placing his hands over the swell of her stomach,
"Goodnight blondie, goodnight bubba."
Soon Daryl was as lost to sleep as Beth was, and for once his dreams weren't full of disaster.
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