CHAPTER ONE
I laid my head down on the dining room table and sighed loudly and dramatically, I was able to do that now that I was 'with child'. Michonne shot me a look before glaring back at Daryl. Morgan simply leaned over and squeezed my shoulder. I lifted my head slightly and smiled at her before turning to look back at Daryl and Michonne, both standing.

"This is ridiculous!" she nearly shouted.

"Why?" he shouted/whined back.

"Last week you didn't want to go! And now you just want to up and leave! Just to see how everyone is doing! Daryl, they hate you!"

Ouch. That would hurt.

Probably not Daryl. But it would have if it was me.

"And they especially hate her!" she threw her hand in my direction.

Whoop there it is.

"Now, no need in insulting people," Raul piped up, trying to take on as much authority as he could. God, he was getting on my nerves lately.

"They do, Raul! Why do you think they got kicked out?"

He didn't seem to have an answer for that one. He just stared back at her until she swung back around to tear into Daryl.

"This is a stupid, stupid idea."

"What's so stupid about it, Michonne?" I finally spoke up, lifting my head from it's resting position on my arm. "We're just going to see who's alive. Then we're going to leave." I tried to blunt but I was ready to just get up and leave. Walk out the door.

"What's so stupid about it? It's that I know you won't just look. You'll have to talk to Beth or to Hershel. You'll have to. You'll insist on it! And then you guys will get sucked in! Both of you will! Or worse, they'll make you leave! You're being stupid!"

We stared at each other for a second.

"Michonne, we are going with, or with out you. We thought we'd just be nice enough to invite you," I said coldly, my face blank. She pursed her lips before turning to Daryl once again.

"It's on you, Daryl. You freaking redneck," she mumbled before storming out of the room.

Daryl sighed and looked down at me, frowning almost apologetically. He sat down, putting his head in his hands. I patted his back, sighing. What was he thinking? I wanted to know so bad what was going on his head. He loved Michonne. Was he hurt?

"I'm sorry, babe," I whispered, my hand traveling up and down his back, trying to comfort him.

He looked over at me, his chin resting on his hands so he looked almost like an innocent kid.

"You packed?"

I nodded. We weren't staying long. Just a few days. Two day drive down, staying a day, and then a two drive back up. Easy.

"We're leaving tomorrow morning," he stood up, his chair screeching against the floor as he did, and left the room.

I looked over at Tray, Raul, and Morgan, eyebrows raised.

"Well," I commented nonchalantly.

"Well, indeed, little girl," Raul shook his head. I rolled my eyes.

"I'm not a little girl. Do not call me that," I insisted. If I was old enough to get pregnant, be somewhat married, and be nineteen, then I was damn too old to be called little girl by this thirty nine year old asshole.

"Raul," Morgan sighed, "quit looking down on her."

Raul had been pissed ever since he found out I was pregnant. Apparently, Daryl and I weren't actually married (we weren't any less married than he and Morgan. We just didn't have a certificate to prove it.) and I was pregnant out of wedlock, which meant I had had sex out of wedlock. Which meant I was a whore.

"I'm not," he said huffily, standing up and giving one last glare at the three of us before exiting the room.

"God, this is stressful," I leaned back, placing my hand absentmindedly on my stomach. I knew I wouldn't be able to feel anything, I had only recently gotten a sort of bump. But still, it comforted me. I was determined not to lose this one.

"Don't go then," Tray said quietly. He hadn't spoken the entire time, always was quiet during these type of discussions.

I looked at him sympathetically. When I was having my nightmares about the prison, he would come talk to me. We'd grown pretty close. I now considered him and Morgan and pretty big part of my life.

Though I knew I shouldn't consider anyone a big part of my life. Too many dangerous things happen for me to adopt a friendship like I have with these two. And don't even get started on Robert, one of Raul and Morgan's sons, who has grown attached to Daryl. And Daryl to he.

"I have to," I finally answered. It was hard to explain, but both Daryl and I wanted to go very badly. Obviously.

We had waited forever, too. We had originally made the plan to leave about two months ago. And just over a month ago I found out I was pregnant. Daryl had stayed as long as possible, never actually saying why. I thought it was because he knew something could happen to us out there. We may never come back. And he wanted to leave them in the best conditions possible.

But, this morning we decided to tell everyone we were going. And it's been chaos ever since.

"Kyra," Morgan laid a hand on my arm, sitting beside me. She smiled gently like she was dealing with someone who mentally hurt.

"Yes?" I asked too sweetly.

"If Daryl is making you go..."

She assumed that a lot. That just because I was young that meant Daryl controlled me. When she first came, she even asked if Daryl had raped me. If that's why I was with him.

"Morgan," I put my hand on top of hers, "I love you and Tray. I really do. But we have to do this. I have to do this. Meaning I want to." I clarified. She frowned slightly. Not the answer she wanted. "You understand right?"

"Of course," she nodded. She probably didn't, but at least she was trying.

"I don't. I thought they hated you. Why would you want to make sure they're ok?" Tray asked, leaning across the table.

"Because, Tray. They saved me. Rick saved me. I would have died, just like my father. But they took me in. They're the reason Daryl and I are together. I made friends there. Who, yes, may have stabbed me in the back, but I feel like I owe a sort of debt to them, and I need to see if they're at least alive," I tried to will him to understand, but he just shook his head.

"As long as Michonne isn't going..."

I sighed and stood up.

"Just... I don't expect you to understand. I really don't. But, we're leaving tomorrow morning and I would really like to go knowing the people I'm leaving behind don't hate me."

"Oh, honey," Morgan quickly scooted out of her chair. "We don't hate you. Raul may-"

"Not Raul." I was blunt. She knew I didn't care for Raul. "Just you two and Michonne. I'm not worried about the kids. I know they'll still care for me. It's the three of you. You're so torn up over this. We'll be back in less than a week."

Before I could do anything, Morgan grabbed me in a hug, and I found myself hugging her back.

"We don't hate you," she repeated.

I pulled away and left the room before either of them could see that I was crying.

I sped walked up to my room, where I didn't find Daryl. I sighed and rolled my eyes, going straight to the closet and double checking my bags.

It was gonna be a long night.

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Yay! First chapter! I'm still going to do the same schedule of every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday. Xx