Weeks had passed, meaning at least a month or two had passed, Florence was forced to announce she was pregnant and she could see the dread in their eyes. It wasn't a pleasant sight to be faced with, the days were growing colder and Daryl was enforcing that she didn't go out on runs unless it was necessary. Mason was taking her place, going on runs and doing more to help out. 

Florence could see Daryl's hair was starting to grow out, it was getting longer and covering his pretty eyes. It drove her insane, she nagged him whenever she could, always brushing his hair out of his eyes whenever she had a chance. With Andrea talking between the two communities, there were more conflict issues and it made Florence not like Andrea more so than before. Florence believed  Andrea was causing more problems than necessary only because she enjoyed the sex. It was the same with Shane and now it's the same with the Governor. 

While the others worked in the prison, Florence looked after Judith, staying away from all the others as they dealt with their own conflicts. She wanted the boys to come home, but she didn't like the idea of meeting, things wouldn't be fixed until one group was dead. 

Hours passed, and the word of what the verdict would be scared her, she hoped no one would be dead and hoped that all three boys would return safely. Mason was growing a lot, matured a lot and was happy to do his part to help everyone. 

"You're a sweet little baby, you might get a new friend in a few months and then you can brag to my baby that you're older." She cooed to the baby, smiling softly as the baby made a cute cooing sound back at her. Florence smiled seeing Daryl roll in on his motorcycle, he walked over to her as soon as he got off his motorcycle and made sure she was okay, examining her and smiling seeing Judith in her arms. 

"You okay?" Daryl asked, placing his hand on her cheek, Florence nodded with a gentle smile and glanced at the gaze that was in his eyes. 

"Are you okay?" Daryl shrugged lightly, Florence shot him a stern look, he stared at her and shot Beth a small smile as she took Judith from Florence's arms. Florence stared at Daryl, trying to get an answer from him, the man took her smaller and softer hands in his larger and rougher ones. Florence stared at him for another minute longer, trying to lead her inside. 

"Shit's gonna go down?" Daryl nodded, leading her to their shared prison cell, as a form of comfort as Daryl could see her starting to stress, he kissed her forehead, smiling softly as he rested a hand on her belly and kept her in his arms for a good minute. He was looking forward to being able to feel the baby move, it was scary for him, he couldn't imagine how scared Florence was with having to give birth in a world that doesn't have medical supplies.

Daryl never expected to have kids of his own, never expected to fall in love with a girl like Florence, and didn't even consider the fact that he was the person he was becoming. Despite, how awful the situation is, he's glad for the end of the world as it brought Florence into his life and bent him into shape into the person that he probably would've been if it weren't for his upbringing. 

"Rick ain't said anything but I can tell things ain't gonna go well." Florence sighed, she rested her forehead on his chest and frowned. Daryl rubbed her back, doing what he could to calm her down. 

"What are we gonna do?" 

"We're gonna fight." Florence didn't like the answer, Daryl kissed her cheek and chuckled lightly as she brushed his hair out of his eyes. 

"Keep hiding those pretty eyes with your hair and I'm gonna start giving you little pigtails." Daryl chuckled hearing her little threat, he gave her a look, daring her to do. 

"I'll do it and you'll look all silly." Daryl smiled softly, Florence kissed his lips, smiling softly as Daryl kissed her back, his hands trailing against hers and small kisses being peppered across her skin. Florence sighed as they were called by Rick, Daryl rested one final kiss on her forehead, before taking her hand and leading her down to the bottom floor. 

Florence rested her back against Daryl's chest, his arm was slung over her shoulder, lightly rubbing her muscles as they all gathered around Rick, looking at him for the information they needed. 

"So, I met this Governor. Sat with him for quite a while." 

"Just the two of you?" Merle asked Rick, Daryl tightened his grip around her, drawing Florence closer to him if it were at all possible. Florence was tired, she could see that they all were, this wasn't getting much better and it was honestly getting pretty annoying. 

"He wants the prison. He wants us gone. Dead. He wants us dead for what we did to Woodbury. We're going to war." Florence took a deep breath, stepped out of Daryl's arms and walked to her bunk. Daryl followed her to the cell, he kissed her lips as he drew her in for a hug, she didn't look pleased with the information and he didn't like how everything was playing out. 

"If it gets too bad, I ain't having you stick around here, not with a baby. If it gets to that point, I'm gonna have you, Beth, your brother and Carol find somewhere to hide with Lil Ass Kicker until it's safe. We'll find you if that's how shit plays out." 

Florence nodded, taking a breath as Daryl got her to sit down, he sat beside her and swung her legs onto his lap. He removed her shoes and socks, massaging her feet to offer her some support. Daryl watched her as she moved off the bed, looking at him with a certain gaze in her eyes. 

"Lay on your stomach."

"Why?" He looked at her confused, Florence gave him a gentle look, smiling softly and spoke softly. Daryl loved the sound of her voice, she spoke kindly and had a caring tone in her voice. However, when she was angry, she was fucking terrifying. You wouldn't expect the power she had when she shouted to be coming from her, she didn't look like the type to have that kind of rage in her. 

"I'm gonna give you a back massage." Daryl did as she asked, he took his shirt off, placed it to the side and took a breath as she straddled him. The girl slowly started massaging his back, rubbing the knots out of his back, her hands smoothly running across his scars and making sure to get all the knots out of his muscles. Florence stared at his tattoo, smiling softly and spoke to him barely above a whisper. 

"Did it hurt getting your tattoo?" 

"Nah, just tingled a little around here." Florence nodded, a ghost of a smile straying on her lips as she stared at the scars on his back, it frustrated her to see and she hated the life that Daryl had. Hated that he was hurt, hated that the people who should be looking after him didn't do that, the girl snapped out of her thoughts and continued to soothe his muscles. Florence leaned down, and kissed his cheek, smiling softly as he carefully pushed himself up and kissed her lips. Florence smiled against his lips as he ran a hand through her hair, his fingers danced across her cheek, caressing her cheek and tracing her jawline. 

Florence rolled out of the bed, she changed out of her clothes, Daryl sat up seeing a bruise on her side, he moved over to her and lightly ran his fingers across the dark mark, causing her to flinch and took a deep breath. 

"What the hell happen to ya?" 

"I fell down the stairs." She mumbled embarrassed. 

"Would the baby be okay?" She stared at him fondly, Florence nodded and kissed his lips. Daryl grinned lightly against her lips, smiling softly as she took his hands and gave them both a reassuring squeeze. 

"Hershel saw me fall, he said that how I fell and where it landed wouldn't affect anything."