Her breathing was slow and shallow as she curled on her side next to him. Her head rested on his shoulder as he wound his fingers around stray pieces of her hair. A small part of him was jealous of her ability to sleep no matter where they were or how she was feeling. The rest of him was just glad that was able to get any sleep right now, he knew that she needed every minute she could get.

The roundness of her belly pressed against his side and every now and then he could feel slight movement from it as their child kicked and squirmed inside of her. Feeling those movements made him marvel at the fact that they really were having a child while also filling him with an almost crippling fear.

His arm tightened around her as his nightly fears took up residence in his mind. They didn't have a doctor with them, he didn't know how to raise a baby let alone deliver one, and the most important fear- Lori.

Her face haunted him at all times, both waking and asleep. It wasn't that bad in this first months of Beth's pregnancy but as time passed and she started to show he started to hear Lori's voice in his ear, accusing him of killing Beth. She kept telling him that this baby was going to kill Beth, just like Judith killed her.

He tried to block it all out but as time passed and Beth's stomach grew larger it only got harder. Now, with only a few weeks left, Daryl constantly felt a paralyzingly fear that his visions of Lori were right.

He must have made some noise of distress because he felt Beth squirm against his shoulder. He looked down and saw her blue eyes flutter open sleepily.

"Daryl?" she whispered as she looked up at him. He grunted in response, keeping his fears to himself as he always did. "Have you slept at all?" she asked, her voice groggy.

Daryl hesitated a moment before shaking his head. Beth sighed and wrapped her arm around his waist.

"You need to sleep." she told him as she buried her face into his chest, still mostly asleep herself. Daryl tried to close his eyes but the moment he did he saw visions of Beth dying as she tried to give birth to his child.

"Stop fretting." she mumbled as she clutched him tighter, surely able to hear his racing heart. "It'll be okay. Have a little faith."

Her breathing steadied out as she slipped back into slumber and Daryl ran his hand lightly over her back. Faith. He could do that, for her.