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We'll Make It Work

Pairing: Daryl Dixon X Reader

Word count: 2.6 K

Summary: You're annoying the hell out of everyone until your child decides it's time to see the world.

{The Walking Dead Masterlist}

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You were lucky to find Alexandria just in time. You were around a month pregnant when you came inside the walls for the first time, and you were more than happy to have a safe place to stay during the pregnancy.

The group is still getting used to everything, struggling to make it work, to make this place a fortified city instead of just a Sanctuary. Rick managed to speak some sense into Deanna, but the details will be kept from you until you deliver the baby.

“I am huge!” You exclaim, putting your feet up on the coffee table, both hands in your swollen stomach. You spend most of the time seated now because your back hurts like a bitch.

“Yer still tiny,” Daryl mutters from the kitchen with a grunt.

“Compared to you I am.” Shrugging your shoulders, you turn at the door when you hear a noise. Soon enough, Glenn, Michonne, and Rick come in, and Maggie follows after a while. They immediately come to you, all smiles and shiny eyes.

You were always very friendly, so they respond the same way. And you love the attention you've been getting, mostly in your condition.

“How's this little one?” Michonne asks, settling down next to you.

“There's a baby in here.” You whisper, both hands pointing at your belly.

“That's kinda obvious at this point.” Glenn rolls his eyes as he drops to the armchair.

“Daryl put it in here.” You continue, ignoring Glenn's grunt completely.

You enjoy saying silly things, annoying the group. It started back at the farm when you met them because, in the middle of this mess, you want to make them smile. Even if it's just for a moment. And now, with your hormones all boiling, you enjoy it even more.

“We know.” Rick mumbles, giggling a little.

“How did you managed to get knocked up on the road?” Maggie asks, sharing the armchair with her husband.

“It was her fault,” Daryl speaks up before you can, coming to the living room and sitting down next to you, making Michonne move aside.

“My fault?” Chuckling, you look at him. “It's not my fault you comply every time I say ‘please’.”

The small group laughs, and Daryl gives them a hard look. “It ain't true.”

“It is.” Crossing your arms the best you can, you look away. “Can I have some water, please?”

“Alright.” He moves to stand up, but since you can't keep yourself from laughing, Daryl hears it, settling back down and giving you a stare. “Really, (Y/N)?”

“My point was made.” You breathe out, innocently shrugging your shoulders.

“Yer stepping way beyond the line.”

“Oh, am I, D? Am I?” Grabbing his arm, you start shaking lightly. “C'mon, give me some attention! I'm huge and I'm uncomfortable.” Whining a little, you take his hand, bringing it to your belly. “Look. I'm carrying your baby.”

Daryl dramatically rolls his eyes before moving closer, and you're quick to snuggle on to him.

“It's still very weird to see how you get to annoy Daryl without him lashing out on you.” Glenn says, ignoring your husband's hard glance. “Anyone else does that, God help them.”

“But sometimes he gets mad.” You point out, head laying on his shoulder. “Some days ago I woke up in the middle of the night and I couldn't sleep. So I decided to make a quick test. Because what if my water breaks and Daryl is sleeping.”

“Do ya have to tell them everythin’?” Daryl mumbles, and you raise your head to look into those ocean blue eyes.

“We're family. We tell each other things.” Batting your eyelashes, you rub his arm. “C'mon, D. Let me tell them, please. It's not even a big deal.” You know you don't have to ask. If you want, you'll just say it, but right now you got into the annoying Daryl mode, and you'll do everything you can to push some buttons.

“Fine.” He mutters, and you peck his lips.

“So....” Turning your attention back at the visitors, you continue. “I said, really low ‘Daryl, help me’. And his eyes just opened, so fast that it startled me.”

“Awnn,” Michonne says, in a teasing voice.

Daryl's neck goes red, and you bite back a giggle. “But then he got angry at me. Can you believe that?”

“Daryl got angry because you woke him up in the middle of the night for nothing?” Rick asks, a smile struggling to make its way to his lips. “Unbelievable.”

“Today she's buggin’ me. Tomorrow she'll pick one of ya.” Daryl mutters and Rick's half-smile drops. “Yeah, buddy. I got her pregnant but ya'll be payin’ for it.”

“Hey!” Punching his arm lightly, you complain. “I annoy those I love.”

“Yeah, ya love me a damn lot.”

“Of course, I–” You're cut short when a sharp pain rips through your pelvis, spreading through your hips and back. “Oh, shit.”

“What?” Daryl asks worried eyes on you.

“It's just– Holy shit!” You yell, squeezing Daryl's bicep. “Something is off.”

“Let's take her to...” Maggie's voice fades as you feel something flowing... Out. Soaking your sweatpants in between your legs.

For a moment, you stop, a breath caught in your throat as you look at the wetness ruining the couch. “That's disgusting.” You mumble, but your silly comment is overcome by a yell and the pains come back. And that's how you know it.

“The baby is coming,” Maggie says, and Daryl picks you up. “Take her upstairs. Glenn, get Carol and Denise. Michonne, come with me.” She commands as Daryl carries you upstairs to the bedroom, carefully laying you down on the bed.

“Goddamn it, it hurts!” You shout, moving to rest your back on the headrest. “Shit. Isn't it a little early?”

“You're around week 36 or 39. So it's time.” Maggie is quick to answer, pulling your pants off.

“Hey, hey! What are you doing?” Kicking her hands away, you bite back a groan.

“(Y/N), there's no–” She's cut short when you yell again, tears pooling in your eyes. “No time for that.”

“So what? I spread my legs and push?”

“First of all, get out if you don't have a uterus and is not the father,” Carol says the moment she steps inside the room. Glenn and Rick are quick to leave before exchanging a glance with their respective wives.

“So who am I going to– HOLY SHIT!” Tears roll down, and Daryl comes to sit next to you, holding your hand. “Alright, take Daryl's child off of me!”

“Ok. I'll check how much you're dilated,” Denise says, sitting on the edge of the bed. You swallow the embarrassment with another wave of pain, spreading your legs.

“Shit, shit, shit, shit.” You chant, eyes tightly closed.

“It'll take some time.”

“What do you mean it'll take some time?!”

“I think Daryl might have a heart attack today,” Michonne whispers, but not low enough, so you hear it.

“Your time will come, my friend.” With a wicked smile, you point a finger at her. “You'll get knocked up too, you'll see, Mi. You'll see and I'll be–” Throwing your head back, you cover your mouth with a hand, but a groan escapes anyway. “It hurts a lot more than when I broke my leg.” You mutter once the pain lowers a little, breathing out.

“M’ right here with ya.” Daryl finally seems to have found his voice again, taking your hand in his. When you look at him, there's a different kind of worry on his face. You've never seen the man so... Scared? And you know Daryl. He isn't scared of anything.

“What if I die from the pain?” You suddenly ask, countless tears rolling down this time. “Can someone just drop dead when the pain is too great?”

“Yer strong, (Y/N), ya can do it. I know it hurts.”

“You don't know how much it hurts, you're a guy.” And just like that, you're back in annoying mode again. But what else can you do? You're in pain, the worst pain you ever felt in your life. And when Denise checks you again, nothing changed yet.

“Four centimeters, (Y/N). You'll have to wait.” She updates you.

“Can't I just start pushing already?” Asking through gritted teeth, you squeeze Daryl's hand.

“No. It would make you tired and cause your cervix to swell. And that could delay the delivery even more.” She speaks slow, fixing the sheet so it'll cover your privates again. “But you can pant or blow or–”

“BLOODY HELL.”

“She never said that before.”

“Oh, shut up, Mags!” You snap back, breathing fast. “How long will it take?”

“Maybe some hours.”

“MAYBE SOME FREAKING HOURS?” Looking at Daryl again, you blink to push off some tears. “Help me, D. I need a distraction.”

“Remember in the prison, when I was trynna stay away from ya but ya kept followin’ me around?” Daryl starts, his voice as soft as silk as he moves a little, placing your back on his chest.

“Mhmm.” You nod, focusing on his voice and your breathing.

“It was rainin’ and ya slipped on a puddle and fell on yer ass.”

“Seriously, Daryl. That's very insulting of you.” Rolling your eyes, you can't help but go back there. You had a huge crush on Daryl, the mysterious man with a crossbow, and you knew he used to stare at you. So you made a move, trying everything to get through his walls. He was looking amazing, with his short hair dripping from the rain. And while you were on the ground, cheeks red and feeling stupid, you heard what soon became your favorite sound in the world. His laughter. Daryl reached out his hand and you took it, welcoming the warm touch.

“That was when I knew I'd fall for ya.” He continues, you now, your crying for a whole different reason. “I know it hurts like a bitch, and there's nothin’ I can do ta’ help ya, but we're about to meet our baby.”

“I know.” Nodding, you wipe some tears away. “I love you, D.” You manage to push out right before the pain overwhelms you again, making you yell once more.

“I love you, (Y/N). Jus’ a while longer now. I'll be right here with ya.”

That while became two hours. Two long hours of constant and intense pain. Maggie got the guys in the bedroom again, because you were impossible, and you could use someone to lash out on.

It's nice of them to take your insults. They're all silly, most of them memories of when they did something stupid. You did throw a pillow at Glenn though, and he had the decency of letting it hit his face.

“She's ready,” Denise says suddenly, after chacking you for the hundredth time.

“Alright, out.” Carol grunts and the guys leave as fast as a rocket.

“Alright, (Y/N). Now you can push, ok?” Denise spreads your legs a little further, and Daryl grabs the right thigh as you hold the other. “It'll hurt, but you have to keep pushing.”

“Fine, fine.”

“Now. Push!” And so you do, holding your breath and biting your lip. You taste a bit of blood in your mouth, so you free the lower lip before you damage it too much. “Good! The baby is in position, I can see the head. Push!”

“HOLY SHIT!” You complain, losing your strength for a while.

“Good. You're doing good!”

“I'm not going to have any more babies!”

“Didn't you say you wanted like four kids?” Maggie asks, hands on her hips, a little worried.

“That was because I didn't know how hard it would be to push one out of me!” Whining a little, you rest your head back, on Daryl's chest.

“(Y/N), focus! Push!”

“I'M PUSHING, DAMN IT!” You burst out, at the same time you comply.

“Good! The head is out, one more.”

And so you do, grabbing Daryl's forearm and squeezing it. Then a cry breaks through, and Denise moves. Your eyes are quick to follow the tiny human in her arms. Carol takes the baby, wrapping a little blanket around it.

“Mr. and Mrs. Dixon, you have a baby girl.” She says, smiling at you. “I'll get her cleaned up, it'll only be a moment, alright?”

“Alright.” Breathing out, relieved that the pain surrendered, you look at Daryl, a hand caressing his face. “You were right, babe. It's a–” You're cut short again when the pressure comes back, and you yell, right on Daryl's face. His expression changes suddenly, eyebrows furrowed.

“What?” He asks, and you both turn to look at Denise, who also seems confused.

“DAMN IT! DENISE WHAT THE HELL!” You cry, wondering if there's something wrong.

“Denise, what's goin’ on?” Daryl grunts, a little angry.

The woman returns to her place, lifting the sheet at the same moment you spread your legs again. “Oh, boy.” She mumbles, pushing your legs further apart. “There' another baby coming.”

“What?” You and Daryl exclaim at the same time. But he's quick to return to his previous position, holding your thigh.

“This will be easier. Push!”

Using whatever is left of your strength, you push again, taking the heavens when you hear the cry. And the pain fades faster this time, as you once again try to catch your breath.

“It's a boy now.” She smiles, and Maggie is quick to take the baby from her arms before joining Carol in the bathroom.

“Denise, check if there aren't any other babies inside me, please.” You mutter resting against Daryl as she starts cleaning you up.

“No, there isn't.” She giggles. “I kinda suspected it, you know. Your belly was growing faster than usual for a first-time mom, and was bigger too.”

“My God, we have twins.” Turning at Daryl with wide eyes, you grab a fistful of his vest. “Daryl Dixon you didn't put one baby in me. You put two.”

Instead of sassing back, he smiles, leaning closer to kiss your lips. Caressing his cheek, you surrender into the kiss, only pulling away when you hear Carol coming with Maggie from the bathroom.

“Well, mommy and daddy. Here are your twins.” Carol says, passing the girl over to you as Maggie gives the boy to Daryl.

The babies are the most beautiful thing you've ever seen and you have two of them. You're scared because it'll be hard to raise two kids in this world. But you decide to leave this worry for later. Right now, you just want to enjoy this moment, the happiest day of your life.

“Thank you,” Daryl says in a low voice, placing a kiss on your temple. “I never thought I'd had a family for myself. And ya gave me that, even though I don't deserve it.”

“You deserve it, D. I love you.” Kissing him again, you rest your forehead against his for a while.

“You're all set,” Denise says, standing up. “Can I let the guys in?”

You nod, and Maggie is the one to open the door. Rick and Glenn come in quickly, eyes going wide when they see the babies.

“I think I'm seeing double,” Glenn mutters, kindly smiling at you. “But congratulations.”

“What will be the names?” Rick asks.

“The girl will be Sophie,” Daryl says, giving Carol a look, and the woman smiles. “And the boy will be James, after (Y/N)'s a late brother.”

“Yeah.” Nodding, you wipe a tear away. “I know–I know it'll be hard but... We can do it... Right?”

“We'll do it together, all of us,” Rick says, and the others agree. “Like a family. We'll make it work.”

“We will.” Taking a deep breath, you look at your babies once again, heart filled with joy. “We will.”