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To their surprise, as they came up to the giant gates, they started to open. Everyone tensed up, not sure what to expect. As soon as it opened enough for them to see inside, Merle and a few men started towards them, stunning everyone. Merle was grinning. Daryl turned his bike off and kicked out the kick stand as Merle let out a holler.
" Well, I never expected to see you again, Boy!" He explained.
" How the hell did you get here?" Daryl asked in disbelief as he walked up to his brother.
" Found my way, same as you." Merle said. " Who you got there?" He asked, looking past Daryl to the group who were still in car. He looked at Carol then leaned into Daryl. " You hittin that?" Daryl looked back at Carol who was still perched on his bike then at Merle again.
" No." Daryl said. Merle's eyebrows went up.
" Then what the hell you got her on your bike for?" He asked.
" You gonna let us in there or not?" Daryl snapped. Merle narrowed his eyes in a very Dixon fashion.
" Depends, who you got with you?" Merle asked.
" Some of the same people as before." Daryl said.
" Like who?" Daryl wanted to lose his cool because Merle was being Merle. He was trying to control the situation. He was trying to let Daryl know that he was in charge and could turn them away if he wanted too. Daryl wanted to be excited to see him brother but Merle was already making it hard for him.
" Merle Dixon? Is that your nasty ass that's holding us up?" Layla asked as she came up to them. Merle's eyes went right to her stomach as he grinned. Merle and Layla had always had a mutual understanding. She took everything he said with a grain of salt. He gave her shit, she gave it back. At first Merle had be pissed at her but over time, he had learned to laugh it off.
" Well, Darlin, look at you. Went and got yourself knocked the fuck up. Who's that bastard's daddy?" Layla smiled as she touched her stomach.
" This would be a Dixon baby." She said, gently touching Daryl's arm with her other hand. Merle's mouth dropped.
" Well, I'll be damned." Merle said. He let out a roar of laughter and smacked Daryl's arm. " Dog gone, lil brother! Your dick does work after all! Why don't y'all go ahead and bring your cars and shit in. Come on, Layla." He extended his arm to her with Daryl tensing up right away. Layla smiled and took his arm, letting Merle lead her into the prison.
Daryl went back to his bike and mounted it. He started it up and led the group into the prison. An uneasy feeling crept over him as the gate slid shut and the lock was engaged. His eyes were on Merle as he introduced Layla around. Merle had always made comments to Daryl about how much he wanted to fuck Layla. He always made dirty, nasty comments about the things he'd make Layla do to him and how he thought she would respond to him. He had even made advantages to her which Layla had brushed off. Daryl didn't trust Merle around her. He knew Merle knowing she was pregnant with Daryl's baby would not stop him from bothering her.
" Well, lucky for you, we have some rooms free so let me show you around." Merle said as everyone got out of their cars. Merle's eyes narrowed as he took in Rick and T-Dog. " You two still around?" He snapped sharply.
" Glad to see you too, Merle." Rick said, quickly coming towards them.
" Is it now? Can't image why since they last time I saw you, you left me for dead." Merle said.
" We came back for you." Layla spoke up, pulling Merle's eyes to her face.
" You did?" He asked in surprise. She nodded.
" We did. Daryl, Rick, T-Dog, Glenn, and I did. We followed your blood trail up until you took the van." She said.
Daryl would never forget that day. They had almost lost Glenn, he had lost his brother and the camp had been attack. They had lost members, Jim had been bit, and Layla came to his tent for the first time. Her emotions had been raw and her legs had been spread. He had been shocked but it went away quickly when she yanked her shirt off. He had taken his stress out between her legs and she had taken everything he gave her and returned to him the next night, and the night after that and after that.
" You came lookin for old Merle, huh?" He asked. Layla nodded. " I guess that changes some shit, don't it?"
" I would think so." She said. Merle slipped his arm around her shoulders and pulled her in tight.
" Come on then." He said. He smiled as he looked up at the group again. " My brother's baby mama got herself a point. Let's get you guys some rooms, some showers and food."
Hershel and Beth were going to be sharing a room, Glenn and Maggie were together, T-Dog and Carol, Rick and his family, then Daryl and Layla. The prison had housed guards and their families so there were plenty of rooms to go around as well as supplies, like clothes, toothbrushes, toothpaste and soaps. Daryl could tell something was off with Merle but he wasn't sure what. His brother looked sober and clean but his eyes had been shifting around.
Inside their room, Daryl and Layla had their own bathroom. She peeled her clothes off and went right into the bathroom while Daryl sat on the bed. He wanted to go in after her but didn't let himself. Her contractions still fresh in his mind and he didn't want to do anything that would start them up again. She was lucky he was letting her walk around instead of chaining her to the bed. He refused to knowledge her no matter how many times she called out to him from under the water. When she came out of the bathroom with a towel around herself, he hurried passed her and shut himself into the room. He locked the door so she won't try and come in after him. If he didn't see her naked, he could control himself. But the control would snap the second she would drop her towel and he knew it.
" Daryl?" He heard Layla call from the other side of the bathroom door. She knocked and he closed his eyes so he won't open the door. " Are you okay?"
" Fine." He gritted out.
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Over the next few weeks they all settled into the prison. It was taken care of by other survivors who had come together. Daryl was still on edge, with nothing easing him. Layla was trying her hardest to get him to bed her but Daryl refused. He was nervous even though she had no other problems. Hershel continued his weekly checks on her and everything seemed to be going well.
" Whoa, Layla." Carl said as she waddled into the mess hall one morning. " You got big over night." Daryl looked up from the table he had sitting on. The kid was right. She was 20 weeks pregnant and it did seen like she had blown up over night.
" Oh, gee, thanks, Carl. You're so sweet." She said with a roll of her eyes.
She had taken to wearing some of Daryl's shirts and that morning she was wearing one of his cream colored, long sleeve, long john shirts and some jeans she had borrowed from one of the other women there. Her hands were cupping her stomach, drawing his eyes right to it. He had to admit it to himself, the bigger she was getting, the harder it was for him to keep his hands off her. She looked more sexy then he had ever hoped she could look.
" That's not nice." Lori said to Carl.
" I'm sorry, Mom." Carl said.
Layla smiled and sat down beside Daryl. He nudged over the plate of food he had fixed for her. Like she did every morning, Layla let her right hand slide down his left leg to his knee. She squeezed it then slid it back up his inner thigh. She found him quickly in his pants and squeezed him, making Daryl sit up straight and clear his throat. He made a grab for her hand to pull her off him but Layla let him go and grabbed her fork. Daryl looked around at the table as everyone started eating again. He leaned down so only Layla could hear him.
" You best stop grabbin me like that." He snapped. She smiled and looked up at him.
" Jut trying to remind you, and me, what got us in this position." Layla said.
" Why do we have to go through this every mornin?" He asked. Layla leaned into him and pretended to be looking past his shoulder.
" If you would just give it up to me again, we won't have too." She whispered.
She turned her head towards him and flicked her tongue out and behind his ear. With a muted groan, Daryl shot back away from her. His eyes were on fire as he glared at her. Layla smiled sweetly up at him. He turned towards the table and snatched up his fork. He brought both arms to the table, making her smile as she looked at her own plate. Daryl looked around at the table then back at his plate.
" You know why we ain't doin shit." He muttered.
" Boring, boring, don't care, don't care." Layla said. " I'm fine. You just need to stop being a big baby."
" Darylina's bein a big baby?" Merle said as he suddenly came up behind them. " Tell me sumthin at ain't new." Merle plopped down right in between Daryl and Layla, nudging his brother over to give himself more room. " What's wrong there, Sweetpea? My brother not takin care of his manly duties?"
" Merle!" Lori snapped. " Please, Carl is sitting right here." Merle sneered at her.
" Then tell your kid to get lost." He smarted off.
" Merle." Daryl warned, making his older brother look at him.
" What?" He asked. " If you were handlin your job as a man, we wouldn't have to have this talk."
" Merle," Layla started, making Merle look at her. " Chill out."
" Me?" Merle asked as he threw up his hand. " Daryl's the one not doin you like he should be."
" Damn this all to hell." Daryl muttered as he stood up and grabbed his plate. He stormed away from the table. Layla shook her head at her plate as Merle started to laugh.
" What a baby." Merle said.
" You know, you don't have to ride his ass so much." Layla said as she gathered up her eggs.
" Of course I do." Merle said. " Just because the boy got you pregnant don't mean he's a man." Layla shook her head as she started to eat. A second later, Daryl's hand wrapped around her left arm and he hauled her up.
" Let's go." He snapped.
Daryl pulled her straight out of the mess hall with his face dark. He was pissed off and she knew better then to try and calm him down. Wherever he was dragging her too, Layla was going to go quietly. Merle had been doing his best to piss Daryl off since they started staying at the prison and it had been working. Daryl was more angry then ever.
When they reached their room, Daryl dug his key out of his pocket, still clutching her arm. Layla was gearing up for one of two things. They were either going to fight with him screaming and pacing or they were going to have hot, angry sex. She was praying for the sex because she needed it badly. Daryl pushed their door in, pulled her into the room, the followed after her. He slammed the door shut, locked it then faced her. Layla was backing up towards the bed. She was already excited. She knew the look he had. Angry sex it was going to be.
Daryl stalked her with his blue eyes flashing. His right arm went around her waist, his left hand went into her hair. His mouth was hot and punishing when it greeted hers but Layla welcomed it. His hand pulled her hair hard as he turned them so her back was facing the bed. His tongue moved in her mouth like rapid fire. It darted in then out, twisting around one way then the other.
" Get your clothes off!" He snarled out. " You want me, you're gettin me."
Layla's face was flushed, she was breathless, and her eyes were wide as she grabbed her shirt and pulled it off. At the same time Daryl was working his pants. He undid them, allowing the cargo pants to drop to the floor. Layla's attention went right to his erection which was sticking out of the slit of his boxers. He was hard and ready for her. He was jutting up, proud and hot.
His hands came to her stomach then. She looked up at his face but he was staring at their baby. With his fingers spread, he squeezed her. The baby started to reposition it's self and kick against him. Daryl's lips parted and his breath left him hard, causing his chest to deflate. Layla's heart rate picked up, but not from arousal. He hadn't touched her stomach since the farmhouse. He seemed almost scared to touch it.
The top of her stomach moved and he moved his hand to the spot. His chest was moving slow as it rose and fell. His entire attention was on the baby. Layla spared a glance to his boxers and saw he was growing softer and softer. A part of her was disappointment because she knew that they weren't going to be having sex but a bigger part of her was just glad that he was touching her. He had been so angry and stressed that they had hardly been talking.
" Baby needs things." He muttered as he watched his hands.
" Yeah." She said softly.
" I need to get it shit." He sighed and shook his head. " Hershel said baby comin in 16 to 20 weeks. Merle says I ain't gonna be a good daddy. He says I'm not man enough to be a daddy."
" Well don't listen to Merle." Layla said with a frown. " He's stupid." Daryl's eyes shot up to her face.
" That's my brother, you talkin bout." He snapped.
" I understand that but that doesn't give him the right to talk to you like that. You're going to be a great dad." Daryl took a few deep breaths with his eyes squinting.
" Merle said the baby might come out with a tan." He said. It was Layla's turn to narrow her eyes.
" What are you saying?" She asked. Daryl stepped away and bend down to grab his pants so he won't have to look at her.
" Merle said the baby might come out with a tan or maybe some chopsticks in his hand." He muttered.
" You have got to shitting me." Layla said. " Are you trying to say this baby might be T-Dog's or Glenn's?"
" Ain't to hard to believe." He muttered as he fixed his pants. " Ain't like you and me were a thing. You could have been slutin around with anyone."
" If you believe that then you can get the hell out right fucking now." She snapped. Daryl buttoned up and looked carefully at her. " I'm serious, Daryl. You better tell me you don't believe that and say you're fucking sorry right now." Daryl took a deep breath and straighten up.