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Daryl watched intently as you kissed Judith on the cheek, rattling her toy in front of her and smiling when she grabbed at it with her chubby hands. You gave him a smile when she giggled and babbled at you, grabbing a strand of your hair and twisting it gently. You lifted her in your arms, blowing raspberries into her tummy and giggling with her.

He looked over at Rick, who was also smiling at the two of you. He and Rick watched how well you did with Judith, but for different reasons. Rick loved how good you were with his little girl. Always willing to take her when he or someone else needed you to. Daryl loved it too, and he couldn’t help but imagine how you would be with your own kid. A kid with his eyes and your smile. He shifted in his seat and hoped Rick didn’t notice as he discreetly adjusted himself.

After a while, Judith balled her hands into fists and rubbed her eyes. She began to squirm and get fussy, indicating it was bed time for the little one. You stood up and handed her to Rick, who thanked you for taking care of her and wished you and Daryl goodnight before showing himself out of your house.

Daryl took your hand and helped you up. He pulled you into his arms and kissed all over your face, saving your lips for last and sliding his tongue across your bottom lip. You pulled back enough to look at him. “What’s got you so loving all a sudden?”

He bit his lip shyly and shrugged, going back in for another kiss. You let his tongue explore your mouth this time. He chased your lips as you pulled back for air and you giggled at his eagerness. “Daryl Dixon,” you teased, “what’s gotten into you?”

He looked at the toys still scattered on your living room rug. You followed his gaze and looked back at him, not exactly understanding what he was trying to tell you. He huffed as he knew he would have to say it.

“Wanna make you a momma.” He said, sincerely. Quietly. “Wanna put a mini me in ya.”

You took a minute before taking his hand and leading him to the bedroom. You slid off the dress you were wearing and laid on the bed for him, his eyes watching intently the whole time. You grabbed him by his vest and pulled him down onto you. “So, do it.”

That seemed to light something in him as he hastily undressed. He kissed you roughly, sliding a hand between your thighs and pulling your panties to the side enough for him to rub you. You moaned into his mouth as he slid a finger into you. He didn’t take as much time as he usually would to prep you. He sat back on his knees and spit into his palm, rubbing it over his cock and positioning himself at your entrance.

He slid in gently, letting you adjust and push down on him before he picked up and set a rhythm. “Gonna cum in ya,” he breathed out, “fill ya up and put a baby in ya, yeah?” You grabbed his strong arms and dug your fingernails into his skin as he hit your spot and continued his pace. “Gonna look so sexy with a baby bump. Carryin’ ‘round my mini me.”

You moaned at the thought. Your legs pulled him closer as he wrapped them around his waist to get deeper inside of you. “Ya want that?” He asked, hips starting to lose their pace as he got closer. “Want to have ma baby?” You nodded, and he shook his head above you. He pushed the hair out of your face and made you look at him. “Tell me ya want it. Tell me ya want me to get ya pregnant.”

“I-I–” You stuttered. Your body was hot, legs starting to shake as you felt the pressure build in the pit of your stomach. “I wanna have your babies, Dare. Please, fill me up.”

He nodded but waited until your body froze and he felt you release onto his cock. You moaned his name as you came, gripping him impossibly tighter and leaving fingernail marks in his shoulders. He didn’t mind the sting, seeing how pretty you look underneath him. He stilled and buried himself inside of you, cuming until his head got fuzzy. Once he caught his breath, he pumped into you one, two, three more times. You pushed on his shoulders, sensitive.

“Sorry, darlin’” He apologized as he pulled out gently and kissed your forehead. “Wanna make sure I get it all in there.” He laid beside you and pulled you into him. He kissed you all over. Your face and your chest and shoulders. You giggled and turned to face him, wrapping your arms around him and burying your face in his neck. “You think it worked?” You asked, words somewhat muffled into his skin.

He bit his lip and smiled, though you couldn’t see it.

“If it didn’t, we’ll try again.” He said, “Won’t stop till I see ya with a baby bump.”

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You knew Daryl would be mad at you when you got back, but this is something that you wanted– had to do on your own. You gave Eugene a hug and made him promise he wouldn’t tell anyone as you slipped out of the gate on Daryl’s motorcycle. That would probably make him a bit mad, too. At least that you didn’t tell him you were taking it.

You took out your knife and pushed it into the skull of a walker, pulling it out and sneaking behind the pharmacy building. You slid along the wall, watching both ways as you made your way to the back door. Another walker down, and a pull to the rusty door and you were inside. You picked up a discarded bottle of pills and rattled it. You heard the groaning from somewhere in the store, near the front. As you made your way towards the noise you saw a walker reaching out from under a fallen shelf. You bowed on one knee and made quick work of it. Looking around the isles, you found what you needed and went back behind the counter.

It was gross, you knew, but what better place was their? At least, a place where you could be alone. You slowly pushed open the rusted, blood splattered door. You could only hope it was walker blood and not human, and you thanked God that you had gloves on.

You thanked God again, as the toilet was relatively clean. You made sure not to let any part of you touch the seat as you took the stick out of it’s package and held it underneath you. Once done, you laid it on the sink and waited; an anxious feeling spreading through your body and making your hands shake as you picked it up.

You smiled as you read the results, tears brimming your eyes and making the results blurry. You put the cap back on the test and made your way back outside. You slipped into the store next door, and picked up a gift for Daryl before heading back to the community.

Daryl was waiting at the gate as you pulled in and parked the motorcycle to the side. You hopped off and slung your bad over your shoulder. He pulled you into him, hugging you tightly before letting go and fixing his stare on you. “Where the hell ya been?” He asked, in full boyfriend mode. “Tell me ya didn’t go out there alone.”

You looked at him shyly, trying to hide your smile. “I did, but there’s something more important I have to tell you.” You cut him off, “then you can bitch at me all you want.” You took his hand and walked him towards your house, him grumbling under his breath that he doesn’t bitch.

Once inside, you led him to the couch and pulled your bag off. You opened the flap and reached inside, handing him a small box with a pre-wrapped ribbon holding it together. He looked at the box, then at you, skeptically. “Ya got me a present?”

“Just open it, I can’t wait anymore.” You told him, your smile no longer being contained as you watched him untie the bow and open the lid. He took out the rolled-up material and held it up, letting it unfold. He read the words on it before biting his lip and looking at you. You nodded, eyes tearing up once again as you handed him the test.

He took it and let out a chocked laugh as he leaned forward and tackled you in a crushing hug. You laid back against the couch, taking him with you as he kissed you over and over. He pushed himself up on his elbows, looking down at you. “Yer not fuckin’ with me…” He asked, hopeful.

“Nope,” you smiled, pulling him in for another kiss, “you’re gonna be a dad.”

You had never seen him smile so big or so wide as he hopped off of you and tugged his tattered shirt over his head. He grabbed the “#1 DAD” shirt from the box and slipped it on, grabbing the ends and pulling on them so he could look down and read it clearly. “We gotta go tell Rick.” He said, “and Michonne, and Maggie, and oh,” he laughed, running a hand through his hair and then holding it out to you. “Well, com’ on!”

You took his hand and let him pull you up. He picked you up in one last hug and spun you around before putting you down and making his way towards the door. “Boy or girl?” He asked, but didn’t let you answer, “oh, it don’ matter.” He answered himself “gon’ love em so much.” He walked out the door, making his way towards Rick’s house beside yours.

You laughed and shook your head as you followed him, shouting after him. “Dare!” You called from behind him as he bounced up the porch, “Hey! Don’t forget it’s my baby, too!”

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It had been two months since you had told everyone the news. Unbeknownst to you, Daryl had talked to everyone that would listen to make sure someone was with you at all possible times. You finally found this out when Maggie came knocking on your door. You opened it for her, letting her in and following her into the kitchen as she sat a basket of fruit on the counter. “Want me to make you something?” She offered, pulling out the bar stool for you and not moving until you sat down. “I’m okay, Mags,” you told her, “I had breakfast an hour ago.”

She waved her hand at you as she walked over to your fridge and opened it, looking in the doors. “I can make a yogurt bowl with fresh fruit.” She said, puling out the yogurt and sitting it on the counter. “You need snacks, too.” She spooned a few healthy scoops into a bowl and got out a knife, laying it on the counter and grabbing a cutting board. “Fruit’s been washed.” She assured you, grabbing a plump strawberry out and slicing it.

You stood up and rounded the counter, grabbing the knife from her and picking out another strawberry. “What’re you doing?” She asked, putting a hand on her hip. “Let me do that.”

You chuckled, cutting your own fruit and putting it in the bowl with the yogurt. “Mags,” you looked at her, “I’m pregnant. I’m not helpless. Get another bowl down, I’ll make you one.”

She shook her head, “I have to go with Rick on a supply run when him and Daryl finish on the wall. Carol should be by any minute.”

“I don’t need Carol to come by.” You protested. You hadn’t had any alone time for more than 10 minutes since the pregnancy announcement. “Why is everyone always coming by?”

Maggie looked at you, guiltily. “What?” You asked, as she slid the bowl to you with a spoon now in it. “You know why, don’t you?”

She shrugged but gave in when you didn’t bother to even look at your bowl. “Well,” she said, “Daryl may or may not have asked everyone to come see him…”

“He called a meeting?” You asked, incredulously, “that man–”

“Not a meeting,” Maggie defended, “just those who were able to come see him. He asked us to take shifts coming to see you if he was out. That’s all.”

“No wonder,” you said to yourself, but Maggie caught it, “Look, I love you guys. All of you.” You assured, “but I don’t need someone to watch me all the time.”

“I understand, sweetie.” Maggie said, coming up and wrapping an arm around you, “Daryl just wants to make sure you’re taken care of. We all do.” She kissed the top of your head before gathering her bag and showing herself to the door.

You ate your yogurt, getting in two bites before Carol made her way into the kitchen and sat beside you. “How you feeling?” She asked with a smile.

You nodded at her and ate in silence. It was going to be another long day for you.

*

“Get down from there!” Daryl yelled out as he rushed over and pulled you off the step stool. He grabbed your legs up, carrying you bridal style to the couch and sitting you down. “The hell ya thinking, (Y/N). You could’a fell!”

“Daryl,” you soothed as he kneeled in front of you and placed an ear to your stomach, “I was less than a foot high. That crooked picture’s driving me crazy.”

“Then you go get someone to fix it,” he reprimanded you as he pulled up your shirt and rubbed your growing baby bump. “Or wait till I’m home. Ya don’t go climbing things. Crazy woman.”

You stifled a laugh as he pressed kisses to your skin then looked up at you, “how they doin’ in there?”

“Just fine.” You told him. “Nothing’s happened, thanks to all the people that keep showing up on our doorstep.” He nodded, not catching the sarcasm in your voice. Or maybe just ignoring it. He did this every time he came home; morning, afternoon, or night. He’d sit you down and listen to your tummy, rub it, and kiss it. It had become a routine.

A few more kisses to your bump, and then he took a seat beside you. He placed a hand over your stomach as he kissed your head. “Sorry fer yellin’” He apologized, “jus’ scared me, seein’ you on tha stool. Ya gotta be careful.”

“Dare,” you looked at him with an adoring smile, “I’ll tell you the same thing I told Maggie earlier; I’m pregnant. I’m not helpless.”

“I know,” he agreed, shyly, “M’ sorry.”

“Well,” you started, his eyes glinting as he waited for you to continue, “A little birdie told me something interesting today.” You waited a moment, seeing if he was catching on. “Gave me some insight as to why I can’t have any alone time these days.”

He bit his lip, feigning innocence. “What ya mean? People been stopping by?”

You chuckled, “Oh, give it up.” You playfully smacked his chest. “You’ve sicked all our people on me.”

He barked out a laugh at that, giving up the act. “So what if I wan’ people checking on ya? Should’a asked someone to fix tha’ picture.”

You giggled as you cuddled into his chest, intertwining your fingers with his over your small baby bump. “Daryl Dixon, what am I to do with you?”

He kissed the top of your head. “Jus’ love me. Tha’s all.”

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Daryl had let everyone cut back from checking on you at all times. That didn’t mean much, though, as you still had regular visits, just not as often. You loved your community and all the people in it, but it sure was nice to be able to read a book or take a shower without someone knocking on the door and interrupting you.

Your baby bump had grown considerably since month two. You were now in month six. Mobility was becoming somewhat limited when it came to getting up and laying down. You had to do both slowly. Daryl always bit back a laugh as he pulled you up and watched you lay back.

You had just finished dinner when Daryl and Rick came in. You had invited Rick and Michonne, but she had gone out hunting with Carl. Rick came over and kissed your cheek, “May I?” He asked and you nodded. He put his hand on your stomach and smiled. “Growing every day, huh?”

“Sure is.” Daryl agreed as he came over and bent down, kissing your stomach. “Ya miss daddy?” He asked, rubbing his hand in a circle over your bump, “he missed you. Can’t wait to meet ya.” He gave another kiss then stood up, kissing you. “And I missed you too.” He told you, pulling you into a gentle hug, being careful of your stomach. “My special girl.”

Rick smiled at the two of you and took a plate for himself that you had set out. Daryl took one as well and then you, following them to the table. Rick and Daryl bombarded you with questions about how you were doing and how your day was. You answered them all, cheerfully.

Once dinner was done, Rick bid you, the baby, and Daryl goodbye, thanking you for the meal. You turned the sink faucet on to Hot to wash the dishes, but Daryl took the plates from you and washed them himself. “Yer carrying my baby, I can take care of the dishes.” He told you. “Go lay down. I’ll be in there in a minute.” He winked at you and you giggled.

You went into the bathroom that was connected to your bedroom and looked at the outfit you had been saving for a while now. You laid it out after your earlier shower, waiting for Daryl to come home to put it on. You slipped out of your t-shirt and shorts and picked up the black top. It was a simple outfit. Two black lace cups to hold your breasts connected to a sheer material that flowed down either side of your stomach. Matching lace panties to accompany it. You put it on and went to lay down on the bed, waiting for Daryl to come in.

You heard his footsteps and grew somewhat anxious. Of course Daryl had seen you every single night, but you hadn’t been exposed like this in a while. You usually had sex after the lights had been turned off, and you suddenly feared what he’d think of your body. You pulled the sides of your top together, covering your belly more than it had been. Before you could decide to change once again, Daryl came in. He stopped in the doorway when he saw you, his pupils growing in lust and surprise. “Wha’s all this?” He asked, cheekily.

You blushed, a bright, rosy pink spreading across your cheeks. “Well, I–” you stuttered, pushing yourself back against the pillows and crossing your arms over your stomach. “I wanted to surprise you, but..” Your voice strained in your throat as he walked towards you. “I guess I didn’t think about how my body’s changed…” You trailed off, looking away from him as tears welled in your eyes.

“Hey, hey,” Daryl climbed beside you, taking your chin in his fingers and making you look at him. “Yer body’s beautiful. Yer beautiful. My perfect girl.” He wiped his thumb across your cheek, cleaning the tear that slipped down it. “Yer carryin’ my mini me. A little human. Nothin’s more beautiful tha’ that.” He soothed you, leaning over you.

“I love ya and yer body more every day.” He promised you. “Let me show ya how beautiful ya are, yeah?” He asked, and you nodded. “Please, Dare.” You nearly whispered, “Show me.”

He smiled and moved down your body, his soft lips kissing over the tops of your breasts and down over your tummy. He continued, kissing the insides of each of your thighs and leaning down to slide his arms under them. He hooked them and pulled you down so that his lips were now kissing your clothed pussy.

You sucked in a breath as he hooked one finger in your panties and pulled them to the side just enough so that he could press kisses and kitten-licks to your now exposed clit. You moaned and squirmed as he gripped your hips firmly and pulled you down onto his face. He licked and nipped gently, just the way he knows you like it. He pulled away for a moment, long enough to ask you, “want ma fingers, baby? Want me to get ya nice and stretched fer me?”

“Y-yes, please,” you moved your hips down to encourage him and he smirked as he slid one, two fingers into you easily. “So good,” he breathed against you and you whimpered at the sensation. He slid his fingers in and out of you, twisting them to graze your spot teasingly.

You whined softly in your throat when he pulled his fingers out. He licked them clean before removing his shirt and shimmying out of his jeans, his underwear following. He kissed back up your body, taking a few extra seconds to cover every inch of your tummy with his lips. “So sexy,” he breathed out against your lips once he reached them, kissing you and sliding his tongue into your mouth.

You happily let him explore your mouth. You gasped into the kiss when he positioned himself at your entrance and entered you slowly. You pulled away once he was fully inside you, your head falling back against the pillows and moaning. “Tha’ feel good, baby?” He asked, pulling out halfway and sliding back in.

You nodded, eyes half-lidded. “Make love to me, Dare.” You asked, quietly, “please.”

“Ain’t no other way,” Daryl said, though it meant more to you than he knew. Even when you were doing quickies on supply runs, it was never just a fuck to him. You were his, and he was showing you that. Making that connection in the most sincere, raw way.

He began to create a rhythm as he pressed kisses all over your face. You giggled giddily, feeling euphoric as he hit your G-Spot over and over. “Love ya so much,” He breathed into your neck as he dropped his head into it. “My girl.”

“Your girl.” You agreed through rushed breaths. Your stomach started to feel tight, building up for your release. “Gonna make me cum, Dare. Just like that.”

He continued his pace, grunting as you grabbed onto his forearms and dug your nails into them. It was a blunt pain but Daryl didn’t mind. He chased his own high as you moaned out his name and came. He followed behind you, filling you up and groaning when you instinctively clenched around him. He pulled out slowly, gently, and moved himself to lay beside you.

You reached down as best you could and removed your soaked panties. You tossed them somewhere to the side and snuggled into your boyfriend. He held you, with one arm, the other hand reaching down and cupping the bottom of your belly. He smiled lazily at you.

“Don’t ya ever try an’ hide from me again.” He said, “too pretty to be hidin’. Love yer body. Love you.” You nodded, but he continued. “Anytime ya feel insecure, just tell me. ‘M always happy to show ya how beautiful ya are.”

“Thank you.” You said, looking into his bright blue eyes. “For everything.”

“Thank you,” He returned. “Fer everything.”