Trigger warning! This chapter contains sexual assault!

Daryl accidentally woke me up when he got up to go to the bathroom, I stretched and rolled over on my other side. He came back to bed once he was done. After he got back in bed, he wrapped his arms around me and grabbed me pulling me close to him. I liked it and reached back and touched the side is his head. He kissed me by my ear. I smiled.

However, our nice moment was about to be ruined because I got this weird feeling in my throat. It was kind of like something was gagging me. I coughed but it got worse so I sat up.

"You alright?" Daryl asked me.

I swallowed and it got even worse. "I don't know." I suddenly got the urge to throw up. "I think I'm gonna— My eyes widened. "I think I have to throw up." I jumped up out of bed and ran into the bathroom without putting any clothes on. I turned the sink on so Daryl wouldn't hear me get sick, then I vomited into the toilet. It was disgusting. I brushed my teeth afterwards.

Feeling gross, I got back into bed. "You okay?"

"Yeah." I said. "I don't know what that was."

He snorted. "It was probably the wine."

"Yeah but…I don't usually get sick from alcohol." I said. "And…I don't feel sick. I just needed to throw up."

"Hm." He said. "Maybe it was all the food yesterday. Shocked yer system."

"Maybe." I moved closer to him and wrapped my arm around him. I began to feel better as I laid with him. "So, I was thinking about going on a run today."

Daryl turned his head to look at me. "Maybe you should stay home."

I smiled at his concern. "I'll be fine. Besides, it's been a while so I wanna go out."

"I'll come with ya."

I smiled again. As much as I would love that, I kind of want to go out on my own. "That's okay. I wanna go on my own."

"You sure?"

"Yeah." I nodded. "I'll be fine." I sighed and looked at the time. "I guess I better get going." I got up and started putting my clothes on. "Last night was fun." I smiled at him.

"If ya stay home we can do it again." He smirked.

I grinned at him, then went to give him a kiss. "We can…tonight." I raised my eyebrows.

"Uh." Daryl complained. "Don't tease me like that, girl."

I let out a laugh. "Do you want some breakfast before I go?"

"Nah." He said. "I'mma skip breakfast and have some turkey fer lunch."

I giggled. "Okay. I'll see you later." I smiled.

I didn't want to go out too far, but there was a store that I saw a while back that I wanted to check out. After making sure it was clear, I looked around and grabbed what I could. I should say what was left. There never is a lot anymore. I ended up making out pretty good though. Not wanting to waste time, I left.

As I was traveling home, I realized that I was close by the spot where Leon and I used to meet. Curiosity got the best of me and before I knew it, my feet were taking me there. It's been a long time since I was even in this area.

I stopped and looked around. This is where it all started. Memories came by to me that made me feel sad. "Leon." I said out loud then cleared my throat. "I just wanted you to know that…I didn't forget about you." I looked at the tree where we used to sit. "I'm sorry…about what happened. And…what's happening now feels…wrong but…" I shrugged. What a terrible person I am. The only explanation I have for him is a shrug. "Look…I had a huge crush on Daryl for a long time. Then you came along and…" I trailed off and sighed. I guess there's nothing that I could say to make this better. "I'm sorry. I truly am. But…I can't control my feelings." I looked down. "Or my heart." With that, I walked away. There wasn't anything else for me to say.

I passed our cabin as I was walking home too. I had to stop and take a look at it. That's where I lost my virginity. I let out a laugh

"Holy shit." A voice said. I turned and immediately pointed my gun. "Abby?"

My eyes widened. "Asher?" I smiled and put down my gun. "Oh my God." I ran to him and we hugged.

"I thought I'd never see you again." Asher said.

"Same." I let out a laugh.

"Yeah, he just left us." Asher said. We went in the cabin to get out of the cold and talk. Asher had wine but I declined because of feeling sick this morning. "Things went bad and he just…bailed."

I gave him a disappointed look. "I can't believe Negan would do that to his own people."

Asher raised his eyebrows. "Negan was a strong leader, but I wouldn't call him a good one." He said. "He was all for himself."

"Yeah, true." I sipped my water.

"You sure you don't want any wine?"

"No, thanks." I waved him off. "I was drinking last night and…kinda feel sick." I let out a laugh.

Asher laughed too. "You were always a party girl."

Suddenly, that didn't feel like a compliment anymore. "Actually, I haven't been drinking as much."

He stared at me. "We used to have some fun." He smirked.

I let out a nervous laugh. I hope he doesn't get the wrong idea here. "Yeah, we did but…that's ancient history." I laughed again.

Asher continued to stare at me. Finally, he set his wine down and moved closer to me. "You're so sexy." He tried to kiss me, but I turned my head.

"Asher, I can't." I said. He tried to kiss me again. "No, really." I said more seriously and looked at him. "I'm kind of seeing someone."

"What's your point?" He said like it was no big deal.

I don't know how I knew but right then and there, I knew that I made a mistake by staying here with him. "Are you serious?"

"C'mon." He ignored me and kissed me some more.

I kept turning my head and trying to avoid it. "Asher, come on. Stop." He ignored me and grabbed me now. "Let go." I tried to pull away but he was stronger. "Asher, please." He forcefully pushed me down and got on top of me. "Ow!" I yelled out in pain. I just realized how serious this was now and got scared. "Asher, get off me!" I tried to hit him but he was behind me, pinning me down. Get the fuck off me!" I struggled to get away and tried to hit him again, but he was just way stronger than me. He pulled my pants down and then I heard the jingle of his belt. I finally stopped because I knew I wasn't getting away. I lost. "You fuckin' asshole." I said out of breath.

Then…it happened. I screamed as he entered me. It hurt pretty bad and got worse and worse. I just gritted my teeth and hoped it would be over soon. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, it was.

Asher got up off me, but I stayed right where I was on the floor. I breathed out heavily, I can't believe that just happened. I was just raped. And by someone that I thought was a friend.

I winced while getting up, it felt really sore down there. "Ah." I cried out as I stood and walked. Just then, I realized that my bag was gone. So were my weapons. "Are you fucking serious?" I said out loud. Not only did he rape me, but he robbed me.

I ended up staying the night at that cabin, I just didn't think I could walk home with being in this much pain. I cried in the bed pretty much the whole night.

I had to be really careful the next day. I didn't have any weapons on me and I was hurt. Luckily, I wasn't that far from home. I tried to put on a mask once I got back home. No one needs to know.

I showered as soon as I got in, washing Asher off me. No one was around when I got home, which was good. I was able to dress and lay down for a little, I ended up falling asleep.

Heavy footsteps coming down the stairs woke me up. "Hey." Daryl said when he saw me. "You didn't come home last night." He pointed out the obvious.

"Yeah, sorry." Was all I said.

"…you find anythang good?"

"Uh…no. No, I…didn't."

There was a brief pause. Daryl came closer to me. "You okay?"

"Yeah." I lied. "Just a little tired. I didn't sleep much last night."

"Oh. I'll let ya sleep a little more then." He nodded. I felt his lips on my temple, it made me smile inside. It sounded like he started to leave but then stopped. "You sure yer okay?"

I turned and looked at him. I should tell him. "Yeah." I lied again deciding at the last second. He finally gave me a nod, then left. I looked down at the floor. I don't know why I didn't just tell him.

For the next few days, I tried to pull the sick card so that no one would bother me. Daryl and I slept together, but we didn't have sex or anything. I knew that he knew that there was something wrong, but I still hadn't told him. I wanted to but didn't know how. I guess I wasn't ready to talk about it.

I finally started to feel better after a week. After two weeks, I was feeling myself again. Daryl and I went back to having sex. What happened was awful, but I was choosing to forget that it happened. After a month, it was like it actually never happened. And I never told anyone.

I opened my eyes the one morning and I was staring at Daryl, I smiled and kissed his cheek. He opened his eyes. "Sorry." I said. "I couldn't resist." He snorted, which made me giggle. Daryl and I were having fun. We fooled around with each other and had sex every night. We never really talked about it though. I wondered if we were an actual thing or…if it was just fun. I was kind of afraid to ask him though. I didn't want things to change when they were going so good.

Daryl stretched and sat up. "Better get goin'."

A feeling of disappointment came over me. "I thought maybe you would change your mind." I let out a laugh. He told me last night that he was planning on going hunting today.

"Sorry." He smirked a little. "Gotta get some food."

"I know." I touched his back.

"Wish ya could come with me though."

"Me too." I said and put a hand over my stomach. "Damn stomach bug."

Daryl leaned over and kissed my forehead. "You still gonna go see Siddiq like ya said?"

"Yeah." I nodded. "I will a little later. It's still pretty early."

"Alright." Daryl went into the bathroom. I got up and started making breakfast so he could eat something before he left. He ate quickly so we didn't really get to eat together. I wasn't hungry anyway with the way my stomach has been feeling.

I kissed Daryl and smiled as he left. As soon as he was gone, my smile faded and I became serious. I wasn't being completely truthful about my stomach. I mean…I was actually sick but…I wasn't totally sure that it was a stomach bug.

I might be pregnant.

I got myself ready, then went to see the doctor. Nervously walking inside, I sat down in the living room because he must be with another patient. A few minutes later, my neighbor walked out carrying her little son. He must be sick.

Siddiq walked them out, then he noticed me. "Abby." He smiled. "It's been a while." I just nodded. "Are you here to get checked out?"

"Uh…yeah." I felt nervous. He motioned for me to come into the room. "I've been…vomiting a lot." I got right to it.

"Okay." He said. He asked me some more questions, then got more personal. "So…any new partners?"

"Actually, yeah…that's why I'm here." I admitted. "I think I might be pregnant."

"Oh." He seemed to become more serious. He asked me some more questions to see if I had any other symptoms. I didn't have a lot, but I guess it was enough for him because he made me take a pregnancy test.

While we were waiting, I was brought back to the time at The Sanctuary when I thought I was pregnant and I was really hoping that I wasn't. Now…part of me would like that but another part of me was scared. Also…what if Daryl isn't the father? What if…

"Well," Siddiq said bringing me out of my thoughts, "it's positive."

My eyes widened and it felt like I was punched in the stomach. For a moment, I couldn't speak. "Are you sure?"

He showed me the stick. "The stick doesn't lie." He let out a laugh. I stared at the little plus sign and looked down with a sigh. "I'm guessing this isn't good news?"

I looked back up at him unsure of how to answer that. "It can be…but…" I trailed off.

Siddiq stared at me. "Pregnancy can be scary but I'll do all I can to assure you—

"No." I cut him off. "It's not that."

There was a slight pause. "Then what is it?"

I looked up at him sadly. "There's…two possible fathers."

The doctor lifted his head like he finally understood. "I see." He said. "I hate to have to ask this but…are they both alive?"

I gave him a weird look. "Yes."

He nodded. "Well…we could do a DNA test. If…both of them are willing."

"No." I shook my head. How do I say this? "Only one of them is available."

"Okay, well…we could still do it. We could test him. Either way, you would still know."

I stared at him. "Not…right now."

Siddiq gave me a sympathetic look. "Of course." He touched my shoulder. "I'm sure this is a shock to you." He got something out of a drawer and handed it to me. It was a bottle of prenatal vitamins. "Take these…and get some rest."

I forced a small smile. "Thank you."

I walked home with my mind buried in thoughts. I had no idea how I was going to tell Daryl or how he was going to take it. We were trying to be careful, but there was that one night and then…of course Asher. I would assume he would get mad or maybe scared and pull away, which I didn't want. Or maybe he'd even surprise me and be happy about it. However…do I tell him about Asher? If I just never told him, he would never know. Then again, what if the baby doesn't look like him? He might grow suspicious. Maybe I'll get lucky and the baby will look more like me. We could just raise him or her together and he'd never know. But…is it wrong not to tell him? He could be fathering a child that's not his. Not that it would matter but…I feel like that's something he should know. And also…if Asher is the father…the way the baby was conceived…

They can't ever know. Daryl or the baby. I made up my mind.

Later that day, I was in the living room with my family. Michonne was holding baby RJ, Judith was playing a game that I was supposed to be playing with her but my mind was in a daze. I didn't feel like being social, but I was having bad anxiety at the moment and I never liked to be alone when I was feeling that way. "Abby?" My little sister said. "Earth to Abby?" I looked up at her. "It's your turn."

I looked down at the board game. "Oh." I made my move.

Judith double jumped me. "That's it. I win again!" She celebrated. I had no reaction. "I never win this much." She pointed out. "Hey, you're not letting me win, are you?"

"What?" I looked at her.

"What's with you today?" Judith asked me with her hands on her hips. "You're like…totally out of it."

I was about to say something but Michonne spoke first. "Yeah, seriously, Abby." She said. "Are you feeling okay?"

I looked back and forth between my step mom and little sister. "Yeah, I'm fine." I said a little harsher than I wanted. "Damn."

They both left me alone after that. I could tell they knew something was bothering me, but I wasn't going to tell them. At least not before I tell Daryl…which I was really dreading.

Daryl finally came home about an hour later. He was able to get some squirrel. I had to pretend to be happy about that. Daryl helped gut and skin them, then Michonne and I did the cooking. Everything was fine until I smelled the meat cooking. The smell of it made me so sick. My mom was the same way when she was pregnant.

I gagged and started moving away a little. I hoped that they didn't notice but they must have. "Are you okay, Abby?" Michonne asked me.

"Yeah." I said sickly. I tried to go back to cooking, but I couldn't stand it. I gagged more and ran to the bathroom throwing up in the toilet.

I heard Michonne say something to Daryl, but couldn't make out what. Then Daryl said, "she's been sick. With like a stomach thang."

I sighed. Standing up, I grabbed a few tissues and wiped my mouth, then blew my nose. I flushed everything away then went back out there. The smell hit me again making my stomach turn all over again.

"You alright?" Daryl asked me.

"Yeah, but…" I trailed off and covered my nose with my hand. "…I can't be in here." I shook my head. "The smell is making me sick."

"Okay." He said and nodded. "Why don't ya go lay down." I started for the stairs, but he stopped me. "Oh yeah, what'd the doctor say?"

I got that scared feeling in my stomach and my eyes widened. "Uh…we'll talk later, okay?" I said quickly then nodded. I went downstairs before he could say anything else.

I laid in bed and stayed down there when it was time to eat. There was just no way that I could eat that right now. I was left alone with my thoughts. Heavy footsteps brought me back to the now. My eyes widened.

"Hey, how ya feelin'?" Daryl asked me.

"Want me to be honest?" I said. "Like shit."

He let out a laugh. "I wonder what's wrong with you?" He sat down on the bed next to me. "I didn't hear anythang about somethin' goin' around." He rubbed my arm. I started to feel guilty. "What happened up there?"

I shrugged. "I just couldn't stand the smell of the squirrel cooking."

"You've always been a meaty gal." He let out a laugh. "You must be really sick." He leaned over and felt my forehead. "You want me to get ya anythang?"

I sighed and sat up. He's just making me feel more and more guilty. I have to tell him. "Daryl." I said then stopped. "I'm not sick."

He gave me a weird look. "What do ya mean? Somethin's definitely wrong with ya."

I turned and just stared at him. I hoped that he would get it without me having to say it…but I guess not. "I'm…pregnant."

Something changed in Daryl's expression, he looked like someone jumped out and startled him. I must have really scared him. "What?" He said in a higher pitched voice that I don't think I've ever heard before. "Are you sure?"

"I'm positive."

He looked down in shock and put his head in his hands. So far, not good. "You cain't be." He looked back up and shook his head. "I thought we were bein' careful?"

"We were." I said immediately. "But remember that one night? The first time. And I know, it was my fault. I told you not to use protection."

"Hey." He touched my arm. "It ain't yer fault." He shook his head. "It takes two."

I stared at him. "Daryl…are you happy about this or not?" I gave him a serious look. "I'm scared too but," I put my hand over my stomach, "it happened."

Daryl inhaled then exhaled deeply. "I wouldn't say I'm happy about it but…it is what is it…I guess."

I gave him a sad look, those weren't the words that I wanted to hear. "Do you not wanna have a baby with me?" I got tears in my eyes.

"Abby." He put both hands on my arms. "It ain't that, it's just…you shocked me. I never thought in a million years that you were knocked up." He let out a laugh.

"Yeah, well…neither did I." I kind of snapped and got up. "But like you said…it is what it is." I went over to the sink and started putting dishes away.

"Abby?" Daryl said gently. "What do ya wanna do? This is up to you not me."

I spun around to look at him in surprise. "What are you saying?" We stared at each other. "I'm definitely having the baby, Daryl." I put my hand over my stomach. "If that's what you're asking." I looked at him. "I'm not afraid to have this child." I turned back around. Now I was feeling depressed. I'm glad he's not mad and yelling, but…this conversation still wasn't going the way that I wanted it to.

"Hey." Daryl said softly and wrapped his arms around me from behind. "I'll do whatever ya want. I'm here fer you. That's all I meant." He reassured me.

My mood shifted a little bit, and I slowly turned to him. "Look, I didn't mean for this to happen either. And it's more shocking to me than it is for you." I widened my eyes. "But…I'm doing this." I shrugged. "With or without you." I gave him a serious look. "I want us to do this but…you're allowed to have a say." I grabbed his hands when I said us. "But I need to know…do you wanna be a dad?"

Daryl seemed to hesitate. "…yeah." He finally said. "I guess we're…havin' a baby." He breathed out then let out a laugh.

I slowly smiled. "Yeah." I laughed a little too. "I'm terrified too so don't worry." I reassured him then smiled quickly. I threw my arms around his neck after that, and he just held me.

My smile faded though. I didn't tell him the complete truth.

Chapter 20! Hope you liked it! What do you think about Abby being pregnant? What do you think she should do? Should she tell Daryl about Asher or should she just keep it a secret? Let me know! Thanks!