All I Wanted Was to Break Your Walls || Daryl & Rick || @stillxxhere
Daryl had no way of knowing what Rick was feeling down deep inside. His wife had just died while giving birth to a child that the whole group knew didn't belong to Rick. He knew the man well enough by now to know that it didn't matter who's DNA flowed through the baby's body. Rick would put his own life on the line to protect her, choosing to die than lose the child.
He had been relieved when Rick had finally been talked into getting some much needed rest. The only thing they couldn't convince him to do was to let someone else keep Judith in their cell so he wouldn't be woken in the night. So when he heard the baby's soft cries of hunger somewhere near two in the morning, he slowly dropped his bare feet to the floor and hurried down the stairs to the ground floor.
He slowly approached Rick's cell. He cleared his throat softly so that he didn't startle him enough to get the barrel of Rick's Colt Python in his face. "Just me," he offered in a whisper. "Ass Kicker, a'right?" He leaned heavily against the cell's open door. "Need me to get her a bottle?" he offered.