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Daryl had to borrow the car from Carol and Ezekiel. He didn’t own a car, just the motorcycle he’d brought the first time he met, and he certainly couldn’t put a pregnant woman on the back of it. He’d suggested that and he was pretty sure Ezekiel had almost broken his wine glass and then practically thrown the keys at him. He was thankful for that now, as he pulled up in front of the address she’d given him. 

He’d taken the day off for this and he was almost nauseous with anticipation. He’d made lunch reservations first, then they’d go to the doctor, and then they’d see the baby. Their baby - no her baby, he corrects himself. He’s still not sure that he’s allowed to call it his baby too, they haven’t discussed what this means or if she wants him involved. 

Lyanna hadn’t eaten in days, not since escaping from the warehouse with her son. The tiny baby nestled in her arms seemed to grow weaker by the day and she was facing a hard decision. She had to find people, the very idea of it terrified her, people weren’t good anymore. People hurt, especially vulnerable girls - which Lyanna certainly was. She clutched the baby closer to her chest, willing him to be quiet, just be quiet, as she eases out of the woods and into the neighborhood. She hears sounds, she doesn’t think they’re walker sounds, but she pushes a finger into the baby’s mouth to keep him quiet. He suckles greedily on it as she edges around the house. 

There’s a tall woman, a girl about her age, and a dark haired woman standing in the driveway, arguing abotu something. The tall woman is gesturing furiously and the dark haired woman is scowling and clearly angry but trying to keep quiet. Women. Women were safe. Women couldn’t hurt her like he had. 

“H-Hello?” She calls quietly. “Please - please i-I need help.”

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He did feel sort of bad for dragging Carol along on this particular outing. It was a Saturday night, her date night with her husband, and he’d drug her along on this admittedly weird meeting. He didn’t even know what had compelled him to check the box that he wanted notified if a viable pregnancy was started from his sample. He’d never wanted to be a father, and jacking off into a cup so he could get Merle’s bail money wasn’t exactly the most fatherly thing. 

Yet here they were, dismounting his bike in the Applebee’s parking lot and going in to meet the mother of his child - in about 32 weeks according to the email. He didn’t know what to look for, all he had was a first name, Connie, and the table number the waitress gave him, but other then that, it was all a mystery. He stuffs one hand in his pocket and reaches for Carol with the other before approaching the woman, she has a lot of dark curly hair and she’s sitting with another woman - girl really, she can’t be older then 19 -. 

“Are uh - are you Connie?” He asks, coming to stand next to the table and squeezing Carol’s hand. The younger woman - who he dearly hopes is not Connie because that will make this so much weirder - starts moving her hands rapidly, then the older woman looks over, standing up and smiling, offering a hand. “You’re Connie?” 

The older woman moves her hands and beside him Carol leans a little closer to whisper. “She’s deaf Daryl.” 

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Daryl had been out looking for medical supplies most of the day when he came across the small neighborhood -if a cluster of 3 houses at the end of a dirt road really even counted as one. He parks his bike next to the front of one of the houses and swings his bow off his back. He can’t hear anything from inside the first house, unusual as most of the time he’d expect to hear the familiar groaning and snarling as he approached the door. 

Moving silently up the steps he notes how clean everything is. The other houses have dead leaves and dust piling up on the porches, but this one is spotless. It looks freshly swept and the glass windows are clear and clean. People had been here. People were possibly still here. People were more dangerous then walkers.

The Governor back at the forefront of his mind he edges to the door, reaching out with one hand to carefully turn the handle. The door opens with a squeak that puts Daryl on edge, if people are here - and the clean boots by the front door indicate that they are - they know he’s here now too. Keeping the bow up her steps over the threshold and starts down the hall towards an archway. Turning quickly into it he sees the kitchen, and in it a dark haired woman sitting at the table, seemingly caught by surprise at his sudden appearance. 

“Dog! Stay out of the water!” Daryl called to no avail, the shepherd was already barreling off the dock and into the surf, biting at the waves as he did. “Dumb dog.” He mutters under his breath, he turns to Connie and signs Worst guard dog ever with a smile. Though his four legged companion might look threatening, he was far more likely to bite waves then walkers. 

Did they say when the fish would be ready? The signs are clumsy, loose, he’s not very good at this still, but he’s trying. Still he’s relatively sure he got the sign for fish wrong. Do we have time for your.. your... he points at the note pad, he forgot the sign for fight again. She’d asked him to teach her to fight, but until now he hadn’t had much time. 

Daryl didn’t shop at this store very often, but he’d been in the area and needed a new collar for Dog, and one of these variety stores would have it a little cheaper then the pet store. He was surprised to see the familiar woman heading towards the baby aisle. He hadn’t seen her since their dinner last week and he paused momentarily before finally deciding to approach her. 

He reaches out to tap her shoulder, smiling as he does. “I uh - I didn’t expect to see you.” He says, trying to speak clearly to make reading his lips easier. “Did you - did you have another appointment? For the baby? Or just - just buying clothes.” He glances at the clothes. They’re just tiny white and yellow onsies, gender neutral still he notes, Carol had told him that Connie probably wouldn’t know what the baby was for another couple of months, but something about seeing the little clothes made his heart speed up. 

“How do you make Holy water? You boil the hell out of it.”