Daryl Dixon was a man who never saw himself ever falling in love, growing up he had a rough childhood, abusive dad, absent mom, only his older brother, Merle to rely on. As he got older Merle wasn’t around that much, then the apocalypse started and he had only Merle by his side before joining the group.

You weren’t exactly what he was expecting when he first met you, you looked all sunshine and rainbows but when he got to be around you more, you were a real bitch. Merle thought you were sexy, all bark and bite, you even punched Merle in his teeth when he made a comment on your ass.

Then as a year passed Merle died, Daryl all alone again, even if he had the group by his side he didn’t have someone who was blood. As weeks turned to months, then a year, he got lonely, and so did you. You started screwing around at first, hookups in the woods, even accidentally falling asleep on each other.

Then the feelings started, at first you didn’t realize them but he did, he didn’t make it obvious, especially around the group, Daryl wasn’t one to announce when he had feelings for a girl that was a grade A asshole.

Then when you both decided to try out a relationship it was quiet, living together was the first step, sleeping in the same bed and kissing. Months turned to years as the relationship grew, nothing further than just a relationship, not marriage or anything yet.

Then you found out your period was late, you started tracking it on a calendar you carried with you, but now it was late so you had Maggie find you a pregnancy and test, it was definitely positive since you took three of them.

When you told Daryl he didn’t act happy, but you knew he was, almost every night he’d lay with his head on your chest and his hand on your belly. Then as months past your belly grew a lot, you were big and Daryl wouldn’t let you do anything as you entered the third trimester.

He didn’t even let you walk outside, but when he went on a run with Rick you finally decided you needed fresh air so you were with Maggie and Michonne.