A Waltons Story

(The Waltons Fan Fiction)

By: Kristi N. Zanker


Disclaimer: All publicly recognized characters, settings, etc. are the property of Lorimar Productions and Warner Bros. Television. The original characters and plot are the property of the author. I, in no way am associated with the owners, creators, or producers of The Waltons. No copyright infringement is intended.



The Announcement


John-Boy unlocked the door to their apartment and all three of them stepped inside. After he shut and locked the door, Daisy announced that she was going to put Melissa to bed. While she prepared Melissa for bedtime, he picked up their suitcases, carried them to the bedroom and set them on the bed. He knew Daisy had not been feeling well still. She slept most of the ride home and barely ate. She told him that everything made her nauseous. He began to unpack the suitcases by throwing the dirty clothes in a laundry pile on the floor. He put the two suitcases on the top shelf in the closet and then headed into the kitchen. He opened the refrigerator, retrieved the milk bottle and poured a glass of milk. He could hear Melissa whining to Daisy that she wasn’t tired.

“It’s time for bed now,” he heard Daisy say.

A few minutes later, she came into the kitchen and sat across from him at the table.

“Would you like something to drink?” he asked.

“No, I think I’ll listen to the radio a little before I head to bed,” she said.

“Okay, while you do that, I’m going to take a bath.” John-Boy got up and rinsed out his glass, setting it in the sink. He watched as Daisy got up and slowly and walked over to the couch. Before she could sit down, he stopped her in the middle of the living room and gave her a kiss.

“I think you should go to the doctor tomorrow, if he can get you in. I’ve been worried about you,” John-Boy said quietly.

“Oh, it’s probably nothing. I’m just tired from everything that went on,” she replied.

“Well I am too, but at least I eat. I haven’t seen you eat a full meal in the past few days.”

“I should be fine in a few days.”

He turned on the radio. The soothing, yet sensual voice of Peggy Lee came on. John-Boy turned it down, while Daisy sighed and lay back on the couch. She closed her eyes.

“Why don’t you go to bed now?” he asked.

“No, I’ll wait for you.”

“You don’t have to.”

“I want to,” she said, in almost a whisper.

“Okay,” he said and gave her one more kiss.

In the bathroom, John-Boy turned on the warm faucet, then the cold one, and tested the water with his hand until he was satisfied with the temperature. He could hear the pipes creaking in the walls, as the water filled the tub. It was as if they were saying, “No! Not again! I’m so tired and old!” Before stepping in, he grabbed his book off of the sink countertop. Once settled in the water, he sighed and opened to the page where he had left off, but after a few minutes of trying to read, he couldn’t concentrate. The same sentence was being read over and over and yet a word of it could not be remembered. It wasn’t the radio playing softly in the living room that caused the distraction. His mind drifted to home and then to Grandpa.

When living at home, John-Boy would often read in the bathtub. At times, it was the quietest place in the house. He’d sit in the bathtub for an hour or so, absorbed in a book. The water would slowly turn cold and then he’d shiver. By then, he knew it was time to get out. He didn’t mind taking a bath twice or even three times a week and reading every now and then. It was opposite of Elizabeth only a few years ago, who would howl and scream when she went near the tub. She hated her Saturday night baths. John-Boy would do his best, helping out his parents, by bribing her with two stories before going to bed that night, if she took her bath. Most of the time it worked.

He closed the book and set it on the floor. He remembered one night; he had been in his room, when Grandpa had let out a shout, as if in pain. Everyone had gathered into the hallway to see what the commotion was about. That was when they discovered the hot water heater was on the blink, for Grandpa had filled the tub, unaware that it was ice cold water; that is until he had stepped into it.

That was also the time when Grandma had thought she was getting a bequest of $250. The family had bought a new hot water heater with the money that his parents had been saving for his college fund. They had a new water heater, but in time, Grandma found out she would not be receiving the bequest after all. John-Boy remembered how hurt she had felt, giving all of those promises and then not being able to fulfill them. He thought about the time he took her to Boatwright University. It was right before Grandma found out she would not be receiving the money. He thought back to how he had felt when she told him she was putting most of that money into his college fund and of course told her not to, but she wouldn’t listen. All of those memories had been before her stroke, and long before Grandpa’s death. It seemed like an eternity, but realized only seven years had passed. Oh, how he missed them both!

John-Boy pulled the plug which emptied the water from the bathtub, dried himself off and put on his pajamas. A blast of cool air greeted him as he opened the bathroom door. As he turned the corner into the living room, he found Daisy fast asleep on the couch. Not wanting to wake her, he went to the closet and got out a blanket. After wrapping the blanket around her, he turned off the radio and bent down to kiss her goodnight.

The alarm went off at its punctual time of six in the morning. John-Boy lay in bed for a moment, trying to wake up. At first, he wondered where Daisy was since her side of the bed was still empty. But then, he quickly remembered that she had fallen asleep on the couch. He heard Melissa playing with her doll, talking to her in the next bedroom. He got up and went to Melissa’s room.

“Hello there! Can I make you some breakfast?” he asked the little girl.

“Yes,” she said. “Where is Mommy?” She asked as she held her doll by both of its arms, then twirled it around in circles.

“Still sleeping, sweetie. We should be quiet and let her sleep as long as possible before I have to go to work, okay?”

Melissa nodded and abruptly stopped twirling her doll. The two of them went into the kitchen and John-Boy started the coffee and then began to make some oatmeal for Melissa. She sat quietly at the kitchen table and colored a picture with her crayons. From the stove, he could see that Daisy was still sleeping over on the couch. While eying her, he drank a cup of coffee. He hated to wake her, but he needed to begin to get ready for work. He glanced at the clock above the icebox. It was nearly six-thirty. He hastily finished his cup of coffee, trying unsuccessfully to not burn his tongue.

John-Boy sat at the table across from Melissa who ate her bowl of oatmeal, while he anticipated his day and the work ahead of him. He then got up and left Melissa as she finished her breakfast and started to get ready for work. By six forty-five, all dressed and ready to go, he had no choice but to wake Daisy up. He nudged her ever so slightly and kissed her forehead. She moaned then opened her eyes.

“What time is it?” she murmured.

“It’s a quarter to seven, Sleepy Head. I’m sorry to wake you, but I have to go to work now.”

“I can’t believe I slept this late,” she said as she sat up, yawning.

That was when he saw the dark, sleepy circles under her eyes.

“You were tired. When I finished my bath last night, you were fast asleep. I didn’t want to wake you after the way you have been feeling these past few days. Promise me you will go to the doctor today,” he said.

“I will. I was going to call this morning and ask Millie to watch Melissa for me,” said Daisy.

“That’s good to hear, honey. I’m still worried about you.”

She got off of the couch, then said, “Don't worry, I’ll be all right,” and walked with him to the door.

“I’ll see you later,” she said.

He gave her kiss before heading down the stairs.


It was nearly noon when a secretary came to John-Boy and told him Daisy was waiting for him downstairs. He was surprised that she was here, so he quickly finished up a sentence of an article he was working on, and headed down the stairs.

“Daisy!” he smiled, giving her a light kiss. “What are you doing here? Did you go—“

“I just came from the doctor, John,” she said.

“Well, what did he say?”

“That’s why I stopped by. How about you and me going out to lunch and I’ll tell you.”

He had an idea of what her news may be, but he didn’t want to second guess himself. While seated at a table in a nearby cafe, after giving their drink orders, John-Boy asked again what the doctor said.

“I don’t quite know how to tell you. I guess I’ll just come right out and say it. I suspected it, but I wasn’t quite sure. I mean, I didn’t feel this sick with Melissa—“

“Daisy…are you trying to tell that you’re—“

“Yes…I’m going to have a baby.”

John-Boy took a large gulp of his water. He felt the coolness flow to his growling stomach. In an instant, he didn’t feel so hungry. The words repeated in his mind. He should be happy, should be….but fear and a hint of anger crept in.

“Daisy, I’m so happy.” It was all he could say at that particular moment.

The public response. He couldn’t say what he really felt or thought, and couldn’t ask the questions that bombarded his mind then.

“I wasn’t sure how you were going to react. I was so nervous telling you,” Daisy said.

“I’ll admit, I’m also nervous, but I’m happy for you,” he replied.

It was true. Happiness was in there somewhere.

“Daisy, let’s go home. Let’s have lunch there.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, we haven’t ordered our food yet. Please, let’s go.”

“But don’t you have to go back to work?”

“I’m going to take the afternoon off.”

He had Daisy wait downstairs, while he went to tell his boss that he was taking the rest of the afternoon off. When he came downstairs, he took Daisy’s hand and the two of them headed home.

John-Boy did not say one word on the way home. The questions still swarmed in his mind. Pregnant! He should’ve known! How could this have happened? He thought she was using the contraceptive.

The minute they shut the door, John-Boy blurted out, “I thought you were using your—“

“I was.”

“Then how could this have happened? Oh my God! I had plans for us! I figured as long as you were using the diaphragm it was one less worry. Not to mention, how are we going fit another person in this apartment?” None of his instant questions could be answered.

“What are you talking about? Coming from that big family of course we will fit another one here. For now, the bassinette will be put in our bedroom and eventually the baby and Melissa will share a room.”

“I think that the odds of having a little girl are slim to none. In my family the first born has always been a boys!”

“It may be that way with your parents but it may not happen that way with us. Relax it will work out either way. We will make it work out.”

“I’m sorry, Darling…I’m just stunned. I was not planning this for us right now. But of course I would welcome our child, no matter what happens, we will make due. “How are you feeling about all this?”

“Well, it was not what I planned on either, but the only thing I can say is that it’s God's way for us now. We’ll live up to the responsibilities of it.”

He went to his wife and held her for awhile.

“Well, now that I have you to myself, how would you like to spend the afternoon?” she asked.

“What did you have in mind?” He winked at her.

“You are shameless John Walton!” said Daisy.

“And you’re finally noticing? Come here and let me kiss you!”

“I should go get Melissa I don't want to burden Millie all day,” she said, still holding onto him.

“I know,” John-Boy continued to kiss her. “We’ll get her soon. I want to spend some time with you first. We never get a quiet afternoon like this. We haven’t been alone since our honeymoon.”

“I know,” she replied and continued to hold his hand while they slowly sauntered toward their bedroom.


A few days later, John-Boy opened the mail box and saw a couple of bills. He quickly thumbed through them and found another envelope postmarked Waltons Mountain, Virginia. He ran back upstairs and tore open the envelope. It was from Elizabeth.

Dear John-Boy,

How are things with you? I hope you’re doing well.. As for me, I’m trying to stay busy helping Clarence with Jaybez. I really miss Grandpa. But I have been spending a lot of time with Grandma, too. School’s okay. I wish you weren’t living so far away because I miss you so much. I hope I can see you, Daisy, and Melissa when I get out of school for the summer. John-Boy talk to Mama and Daddy about it, please?


Copyright © 2005 by Kristi N. Zanker


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