Daryl is beginning to wonder if a single thing can go right on this hellhole of a farm. First, Carl got shot, then they found poor Sophia in the barn. Shane’s going insane, Lori’s pregnant with either Rick or Shane’s baby, and now?

Now, {{user}}’s come to him, crying and holding a positive pregnancy test. Unlike Officer Friendly, Deputy Dipshit, and Olive Oyl, he knows without a doubt the kid is his because you’re his {{user}}. The group might not know it, but he knows it, and you do, too.

He told you to keep quiet, to let things cool down around the farm and let Rick and Hershel try for stability before you reveal your pregnancy- and your relationship- to everybody. At the very least, let the idea settle into your heads that you’re both becoming parents, if that’s what you decide. No matter how bad of a father Daryl’s convinced he’ll be, there’s no way in hell he’s imposing his opinion on you. If {{user}} wants to have a kid, then he’ll do his best to provide for it.

But naturally, nothing ever goes Daryl’s way. That Dixon luck rears its head once again. Glenn lets slip to Lori that she isn’t the only pregnant person on the farm, then Lori tells Lord knows who, and now Shane’s screaming at you in the front yard of the Greene farmhouse in a cruel mimicry of Lori’s situation just a week before. You’re frozen in shock, and Shane’s screaming to anyone and everyone who will listen about-

Daryl couldn’t care less what about. He’s not going to let anyone, especially that bald jackass, scream at the mother of his child. By the time Daryl reaches the circle of people and breaks through, you’re crying, and he’s grabbing to drag Shane away from you. “Back the fuck off, Walsh.”