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Not much happens in this chapter it's just another day in the life. I also didn't realise how long it had been since I last posted so I apologise.

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Danny's POV

6 months and 13 days.

As soon as I've climbed off the back of the bike I immediately take off my winter coat, the coat that I've barely removed through the winter months. I look over at Daryl as he takes his crossbow off the back of the bike, he isn't giving up the poncho though. Seems to be his new favourite article of clothing.

The last few days I've been bed bound suffering with some pretty serious lower back pains but now I'm back on my feet I managed to convince Daryl to go on a run, we haven't gone far as I didn't want to push my luck and I don't think he'd have agreed to anything further away but I had to get outside. Being house bound nowadays just feels so weird. I gently caress my bump over my hoodie as we make our way over to the little store. My bump has definitely gotten a lot bigger and with it my appetite has grown. My excuse to come out was I really wanted to find something to satisfy my cravings.

I eye up the building as we get closer, it does not look like it was doing well structurally even before the end of the world. This place is seriously falling apart.

Daryl bangs on the door as per usual and then when nothing appears he tries to open it. Locked. To be honest one hard shove and the door would probably just fall in. He shoves his shoulder against it and low and behold the door cracks open, barely attached to its hinges.

The low weak growl is audible before we even cross over the threshold.

"Watch the ground as well", he warns "it's stuck somewhere".

"Will do".

With his crossbow raised he takes the lead. The holes in the roof seem to light the shop pretty well but I still shine my torch around in to all the dark corners just in case.

Daryl spots the walker first, it's trapped under a collapsed shelving unit, I shine my torch over it and quickly realise it hasn't just collapsed, it's sunk. It's gone halfway through the floor trapping the Walker between it and the side of the hole.

"Be caref..." We hear the crack at the same time but Daryl reacts quicker. Before I've even had time to blink he's reached out and shoved me back so hard I trip over backwards and land on my back the same time there's a huge crashing sound. I sit up and for a second I can't see anything around the cloud of dust that's before me.

"Daryl?" He doesn't answer me as I pull out my knife just in case the Walker has some how escaped.

Against every bone in my body I allow the dust to settle before standing up and searching for Daryl.

As soon as it does my heart drops. There's a huge hole in the ground where Daryl once stood. My feet are skimming the edge of it. I shuffle forwards on my hands and knees and try and look down into the hole but the dust is too thick.

"Daryl!" I wait, for even the tiniest of sounds, "Daryl?"

I need my torch. I shed my bag and bat and try and find the torch I dropped as I hit the ground. Takes me way too long to find it but when I do I'm back at the edge of the hole shinning it down. The dust is starting to settle but only enough for me to see the shape of the floor that fell through.

"Daryl!" And then his head pops up, hair completely white with dust.

"I'm here, I'm good." He looks up at me, squinting against the light. "Are you okay?"

I scoff and snort at the same time. "No". He stops squinting and his eyes widen in concern. "You scared the fuck outta me you jackarse".

He ignores that and starts scanning around him, trying to see around the pitch black basement. I shine my light around trying to see if there's anything down there with him.

"Can you see anything?"

He shakes his head. "Other than it's legs it don't look like there's anythin' down here".

I sigh heavily in relief, "Here". I drop the torch down to him. "I'll kill this one".

As I walk over to stab it I notice a throbbing pain in my hips where I hit the floor and there's a little pain on my chest where he shoved me. I doubt it'll last more than a couple of hours, hopefully. Back at the quarry Merle tackled me harder than this. I take care of the Walker and hurry back to the hole, he hasn't moved but once he realises I'm back he looks back up at me. "Can you see the basement door?"

He shines the torch around until he must see it and then disappears out of my view. A few seconds later the `staff only` door opens and out comes an extremely dusty Daryl. He has a cut on the side of his head that's bleeding pretty badly and when he stops and rolls his shoulders I don't miss the wince.

I immediately hurry over to him and wrap my arms tight around his waist. He holds me for a bit but then pushes me back with his hands gripping my shoulders. "Ya sure you're okay?"

"I am, I promise. I'm not the one who fell through a hole in the ground". I look around the shop. "I'm thinking we should probably leave... Right now. I'd rather not be the next one to fall through the floor".

"Alrigh'". He hands be back my torch and then picks up my bat. "Ya wanna head back or try another place?"

I look at the cut on his head. "I wanna go back".

He grunts with a tiny nod if his head. "Let's go".

We make sure to walk the exact same path back to the front door and then we're finally back out into the midday sun.

He sits on his bike but I don't follow him, instead as he raises an eyebrow in question I drop my bag onto the floor and dig out my little first aid kit. When I stand back up and give it a little wiggle in his direction, he rolls his eyes.

"I'm fine".

"I know but it's just for my peace of mind, so let me clean it. Please".

He sighs and turns his head so I have better access to it.

"What the fuck happened to you two?" Merle suddenly gets to his feet as we walk through the door.

Daryl drops his bag onto the floor and shakes his hair out with his hand, sending the dust, he didn't lose on the way home, flying everywhere. "Fell in a hole".

Carol suddenly appears in the door way, "What?" She stares at me in concern, eyes roaming over me for any injuries.

"I'm okay, I didn't fall in", I assure her.

"How the fuck did you fall into a hole?" Merle can't seem to decide whether he wants to laugh or not. Every now and again his lip twitches slightly and it really grates on my nerves. Daryl could have been seriously injured, this isn't even remotely funny.

I drop my bag onto the floor with very loud thud. "He clearly walked into it on purpose, why do you have to ask the ridiculously stupid questions? He could have been badly, would have found it funny then?"

His lips stop twitching. "Ooh someone's a little fuckin' testy".

Daryl grabs my hand and lets out a low frustrated sound. "How about I fuckin' push you in a hole and lets see how you feel 'bout it after." He then starts pulling me from the room completely ignoring his brothers pissy response.

He leads me to the barely used kitchen after grabbing a water jug and the bag that holds some of our clean clothes. We really try not to waste water and only really wash if we really have to. For instance if Merle starts giving off B.O then he's quickly forced to wash. I don't want to be having to smell that and I certainly don't want people smelling mine. And right now we really need to get this dust washed off.

Even though he is covered in dust I still have to force Daryl to change his clothes, as he pulls off his top my eyes instantly catch another wince that he tries and fails to hide from me.

"What hurts?"

"Nothin'"

"If you tell me I'll tell you".

He quickly stands up straighter. "Somethin' hurts?"

I shrug, "you have to answer me first".

He stares at me, unblinking for way too long like he's weighing up the pro's and cons and then he sighs and turns his back to me.

"Along the middle of my back". But he doesn't actually have to tell me where it hurts, the bruise is already so dark, and massive. I accidently take in a sharp breath which makes him spin back round to face me to hide himself away.

"How are you not showing how much pain your in, that looks so bad", I try to reach out for him but he manages to step out of my grabby hands.

"No, know ya tell me where you hurt".

I grab his arm and try and turn him around again but he moves along with me managing to keep his back hidden from me.

"Danny!" He says my name as a warning.

I relent and let him go so I can take off my hoodie and pull down the neck of my top. "It hurts here", I circle the area he pushed me with his hand with my finger. I look down at it but it's not bruised just a little red. He grabs a wash cloth and dips it in the cold water and then presses it against the mark. The wince I do is more to do with the cold and not pain.

"I'm sorry". He mumbles while not looking me in the eye.

"For what?"

"For hurtin' you".

I scoff completely unintentionally. "Compared to falling in to a hole at 6 months pregnant. Don't think like that, okay?" I gesture to the area his hand is touching me. "This possibly saved this". I then rest my hands against my bump that is no longer hidden by my hoodie. He places his free hand against it to and then after a beat he pulls me into a hug, securing me tightly in his arms.

"I will never let anthin' happen to either of you".

"I know you won't, but it doesn't mean you can get hurt either. I'm not doing this without you".

He pushes me back a little so he can look down at me, "That won't happen".

"Good".

His lip twitches before he lets me go and steps back, he goes to put a clean top on but I latch onto it's collar to stop him.

"No, we have some of that pain relief cream you found for my back, at least let me put some of it on that bruise". He scowls but I don't let him say no. "Please". He rolls his eyes and relents with a tiny nod of his head.