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Daryl was staring aimlessly over the rooftops and fields of Alexandria; watching the sun slowly sink beyond the horizon as he sat on the 'viewing platform' of the windmill with his back pressed against the big, wooden construction. It would've been a breathtaking view, if the fields weren't destroyed and some of the houses damaged - thanks to Beta and his horde. Nothing that couldn't be repaired and rebuilt, though. But there was also something that couldn't be fixed; overshadowing his heart for days. He sighed and had to fight hard against the tears which wanted to break free; so lost in his thoughts that he didn't hear the child's steps on the wooden underground, until-

"Uncle Daryl?"

Jude looked at her uncle for a moment; lips pressed together in concern. "I was looking for you. Carol said she saw you go up here," she explained and sat down beside the archer. "Sum'thin' up? Ya okay?" Daryl asked - now slightly alerted. He looked down at her; trying to read her eyes and expression. The young girl shook her head. "I'm okay - but you're not." It wasn't a question. It was an assessment.

A voice so soft and precious. A voice which belonged to a person that usually never failed to make him smile. Someone he knew already her whole life.

The archer looked up - right into the warm, kind eyes of Judith. Her signature Sheriff hat on her head and a soft smile on her lips. "Hey," Daryl greeted the child and gave her a small, although sad smile in return. "Whatcha doin' up here? 'S almost dark. Time 't go to bed."

Damn. Why were children so damn attentive?

Daryl sighed. He couldn't lie. Not to Judith anyway. He met her gaze again and chew on the inside of his bottom lip. Then he nodded. "'M not, but... 'S nothin' you have to worry about, okay? 'S my worry to carry. Definitively not yours." Judith being Judith, she instantly shook her head. "I know, but... You always listen to me when I'm afraid or worried. I want to listen to you, too."

"Haven't been the same since the cave," he started to speak; lifting his head again. "Since loosin' her." His heart ached at the mere thought of it. Of you. Like a schoolboy, he had been crushing on you for years - and now he didn't even get to tell you. He should've. He regretted deeply to not been having the balls to confess his feelings before you and Magna got buried in the cave.

The archer scoffed but couldn't help the smile which formed on his lips. Typically. He should've known. Should've anticipated that.

"Please? I know you're sad and hurting," Jude spoke up quietly again. "I wanna help." Daryl lowered his head for a moment to think - and gave in, in the end. He couldn't cope. Like Judith said. He wasn't okay - and he didn't want her to worry about him.

He swallowed hard - and Judith listened. "'S like 'm lost. Like a piece 'a me is missin'," Daryl explained; eyes directed ahead. "Everytime I close 'm eyes I see her 'n get reminded tha' she's..." The archer paused; had to swallow hard. He didn't want to say the word, 'cause deep down he still held on to the possibility of you being alive - just like Magna. "...lost." The word came out more or less croaked as the gnawing feeling of failure to help and protect you got louder and louder in his head.

Then he suddenly felt the smaller hand of Judith on his, which caused the man to turn his head to face the young girl again. "Uncle Daryl? I think you love aunt Y/N."

It was the first thing Jude said since she asked Daryl to talk about his worries - and it hit him like a freight train. Some people would say she's just a child and didn't know any better - but oh, she did. Judith was smart. Probably the smartest kid he ever knew. And attentive. So damn attentive. With those words, she definitely hit the target - and Daryl couldn't be even mad at her for discovering his secret. For blowing his cover and looking right through him. Judith was honest and straight up told him what she thought.

Daryl was still looking at her; chewing on the inside of his bottom lip again. Then he nodded. "I do, yah," he finally admitted shyly; confirming Judith's assumption. A smile spread over her face. "Then you have to go and find her. Magna found Yumiko again. So you can find Y/N again." The bowman's eyes softened, but a small huff left his lips. "Can't jus' leave, Jude. Not after Beta's horde ran through our home. They need me here. Gotta fix it. Make it safe for you, RJ 'n the other kids again."

The girl instantly shook her head. "No, you have to, uncle Daryl. Mom said that it's important to hold on to the people we love. You love aunt Y/N, so you have to find her again." Daryl looked at the girl he already held as an infant - all those years back at the prison, with a softness in his eyes that only she managed to bring out in him. "Jude... 'S not that easy." Again shook the ten-year-old her head. "It is."

She was definitely just as stubborn as he was...

When the archer didn't find any more words to say, Judith inched a little closer to hug her uncle's side. Like a switch being flipped, Daryl lifted an arm to lay it around the child's shoulders and create some more comfort.

"I just want you to be happy again. You deserve a happy end, too," she whispered then; causing Daryl's grip to tighten a notch around her and his head to spin with thoughts.

The conversation Daryl had with Judith and the constant longing in his heart for you managed to change his mind in the end. So, barely a day later, he left Alexandria to hopefully find you. His heart kept on hoping, of course, but there was this little voice inside his head he couldn't turn off... The voice that told him he was never going to find you again - just like he never found his brother again.

His first destination was the cave, of course, in which Alpha had held her horde. Magna got out with you and the walkers. Perhaps he could find any hints. Anything that told him where to look for you. Unfortunately stamped down a horde that big almost everything within miles. It was almost impossible to filter the tracks and find something useable - even for an excellent tracker like him. So, he just followed every little track he though could've been from someone different than a rotten body or a animal. It took him hours. Days.

Without hesitation he threw his crossbow aside and climbed into the ditch to reach you. "Y/N!" He called out your name; kneeling beside you. "Y/N?" Please don't let me be too late. Please don't take her from me, the bowman found himself thinking; the sentences running through his mind on loop like a prayer. "Y/N," Daryl called your name for the third time; voice husky and strained. He shook your shoulder gently, then checked your pulse.

The more time passed, the more restless he got. Daryl barely slept; just ate enough to keep him on his feet and going. He hadn't much time to hunt.

But on day five - he believed, he was finally successful. The archer didn't just find a hint or a track. Even better. He found you. Quite far from the cave and home - but he found you. In a ditch, covered with dirt, mud, walker guts and most likely your own blood. His heart threatened to explode in his chest; a strange mix of happiness and worry flooding his system.

Still alive.

The relief he felt in his veins sheer overwhelming. You were alive but clearly dehydrated and visibly hurt.

"C'mon, sunshine, wake up," Daryl whispered; cupping your dirty cheek - and finally, you stirred. You didn't open your eyes but mumbled something incoherent. He smiled; tears threatening to break free from his eyes. "There she is," he breathed, then instantly reached for the canteen in his beige backpack to give you a small sip of water.

Once he had shouldered the backpack again - and his crossbow, he instantly went to work; sliding his strong arms underneath your body to lift you up gently. "'M gonna getcha home. Yer safe now." And he did. He carried you to the little camp he had set up, where he cleaned up at least your face and arms and tended to the wound on your forehead, while consistently giving you small sips of water to hopefully get your body hydrated again. It was too dangerous to travel at night, so with the first rays of daylight, Daryl got on his way. He didn't care that he had to carry you all the way back. You needed help.

It took him quite a while to get home, given the fact that he was forced to take a few breaks. But in the end, he arrived at the gates of Alexandria - totally exhausted, but with you in his arms and that was everything that mattered.

Everyone was utterly relieved, of course. Judith, who had seen her uncle make his way to the infirmary, gave him a huge smile. Daryl gave the girl a nod and a thankful little smile in return.

The archer didn't leave your side. Not once. He stayed glued by your side; wanting to be there when you'd wake up. Every breath you took, every move you made - he was there; watching over you. Until almost two days later, when you finally opened your eyes.

"Y/N. Yer awake," his voice was filled with happiness but still a little sleepy. Your smile didn't falter. He looked utterly cute; hair all mussed up. "H-Hey," you said; a cough following. Daryl instantly reached for the glass of water standing on the small bedside table and helped you drink.

Everything was a blur at first; your eyes needing a moment to refocus. It also took you a second to recognize where you were. Infirmary. Alexandria. Home.

The second thing you noticed was a comfortable weight on the right side of your blanket. You turned your head slowly - only to see Daryl. He had his head resting on his arms and was asleep. Your first reaction was to smile. "D-Daryl?" You croaked out; throat dry - and he was instantly awake. His eyes snapped open and he lifted his upper body off your bed.

"W-What happened?" "What do ya remember?" The archer answered with a question while putting the glass back down. "We... We were in that cave with Alpha's horde. Things exploded. Magna and I got buried. We tried to get out but couldn't. Then they started to move the walkers, so we had only one choice... To walk with 'em," you swallowed hard and furrowed your brows in concentration. "We got out of the cave but then lost each other. There were just too many walkers. I got crowded to the edge of the horde and fell into a ditch. I couldn't stop it, 'cause they would've known that I'm not one of them. So, I fell and I guess I hit my head or something. After that it's only a blur. I remember waking up at some point, but..." You shook your head.

Daryl nodded; chewing on the inside of his bottom lip. "Been lookin' for ya. Took me days 't find ya, but I did. Patched ya up as far as I could 'n carried ya back home." A thankful smile stretched over your lips. You reached out a hand and placed it on top of his hand - unbeknownst sending a shiver down the archer's spine. "Thank you. Really." He shook his head, "Ain't gotta thank me." and cautiously - almost hesitantly moved his hand to slip his fingers through yours. "I'd do anythin' for ya," he added quietly; voice shy and cracking.

He wasn't good in talking about feelings, but these words... They meant a lot. You knew that as well. You knew what they meant and how valuable they were. You smiled at him and gave his hand a soft squeeze. "I'm glad you found me." The bowman nodded; heart beating fast in his chest. "Yah... Me too."

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Then his eyes fell to your hands and what they were carrying. "Whatcha got there, sunshine?" "A snack," you stated with a smile and came to stand in front of him; balancing your weight on the tips of your toes to find his lips for a quick, firm kiss. "Freshly cut fruits." Daryl's eyes scanned the plate; finding apples, pears and a few grapes as well. "Thought you might want some?" He nodded. "Yeah, looks good. But I gotta wash my hands first. They 'r dirty as hell." You looked down and saw that he was right. His hands were full of grime from working on the car. "Are you finished? With the car?" Your partner shook his head while wiping at least a little grime off his hands on a rug. "Nah. 'S more work than I thought." You nodded - and took a slice of apple in your free hand; holding it up close to Daryl's mouth. He got the hint, of course and took a bite. "Can I help you somehow? I mean... You taught me a thing or two, so..." The man chewed on the apple; nodding. "'Course, darlin'. If ya want, you can help." You smiled, "Alright." and offered him a grape next - which he gently took from you; lips grazing your fingertips. "I'm gonna help you then."

Daryl hung over the opened hood of the old car as you approached him. Coat thrown haphazardly aside to land over the handles of the barrow. The sleeves of the brown-ish sweatshirt he was wearing were rolled up to his elbows; exposing the tanned skin of his arms. "Hey, handsome." As the archer heard your voice, he straightened up with a grunt and turned to face you. "Hey," he greeted you as well and gave you that cute, signature half-smile you loved so much.

First, though, you ate the plate of fruits together. Daryl was leaning casually against the car while you fed him. He fought the urge to touch you; to place a hand on your hip and reel you in a little closer. You just had that effect on him. The yearning for closeness and warmth. It was a sensation he felt with no other person. Never had. Just you.

The archer didn't know why but somehow managed this actual sweet and innocent gesture of yours to feed him the fruits, to tickle something awake inside him. Perhaps it was the intimacy of it all. Perhaps it was the way you did it, with your delicate fingers and the gentle moves. Perhaps it was his own imagination of what else those fingers could do. He wasn't able to pinpoint the reason. All he knew was, that this scenario right now turned him on more than he was willing to admit; feeling his black pants getting tighter and tighter to an almost suffocating extent.

You helping him to get this damn car fixed wasn't helping. Watching you use the knowledge of what he had taught you was admittedly quite hot. A woman who knew about cars and mechanical stuff? In his eyes? Sexy.

Of course you had asked him to teach you the 'new' stuff as well. You knew how to exchange a empty battery and fix fuel delivery hoses. Exchanging a cracked radiator hose was new - and Daryl was more than willing to teach you. Any excuses to touch you. To guide your hands in what they were doing.

"Exchangin' a radiator hose ain't tha' difficult. We hafta drain the coolant first," your partner explained as he placed a large pan he found in the barn underneath the radiator. "There's a cap somewhere," the archer continued and opened the old cap with a grunt to drain said coolant. Once everything was out, he reinstalled the drain plug again. "Now we gotta exchange the hose. 'S tha' one." Daryl showed you the hose - and you listened closely; eager to learn. "I gotta open the clamps," you stated; inspecting what you were dealing with. "Gonna need a screwdriver for that." Your partner gave you a small, crooked smile and held up the screwdriver you needed. "Smart woman." He handed you the tool; fingers brushing against yours - skin to skin, and it sent a shiver down Daryl's spine.

Of course he didn't let the opportunity slip to guide your hands and gently help you along. Throughout this whole process - even though you most likely could've made it without his hands on yours... "You're very touchy, Dar. You okay?" Your words managed to drag him a little bit out of his hazy, lustful thoughts as he almost absent-mindedly watched your fingers wrapped around the handle of the screwdriver to tighten the new-ish clamps around the new-ish radiator hose. Daryl blinked and huffed; playing it cool. "Yah, jus' wantcha to learn this right." "Mhm, makes sense." You gave him a smile - one that never failed to cause his stomach to flip.

"Okay, think it's good," you stated, "Tight enough?" and handed your partner the screwdriver with a nod. "Think so, yeah, but you should check." Daryl flipped the tool in his hand and turned to lean over the hood. "Ya can get the ethanol jerrycan if ya wanna. Stands over there in front of the barn," he told you as he worked on retightening the screws of the clamps. "Sure, babe." You walked over to the barn to get said ethanol - and Daryl couldn't help himself but to check you out. His eyes gave your behind a once over; getting stuck on your bottom - of course. "Damnit," the archer cursed lowly under his breath; getting a reminder of how uncomfortably tight his boxers and pants were. He tried to shake it off and avert his gaze - but it was quite difficult. Admittedly, he didn't try very hard, and rather decided to turn this... 'unfortunate' situation into a 'fortunate' one.

As you made your way back to the car, Daryl made quick work to finish his task. When he redirected his full attention to you, you were already working on refueling the old car's gas tank - but there was an uncomfortable look on your face and the muscles in your body seemed very tense. Daryl noticed right away. "Ya good, sunshine?" You nodded. "Y-Yeah, just... That's quite... hard and heavy." He scoffed. "Christ, woman... Why didn't ya say sum'? Lemme help ya." Forgetting his raging desire for a moment, his urge to help you won over - but not in the optimum way... The man's hands found their way around you to help you steady the heavy jerrycan which caused his body to end up pressed against yours. Arms against arms. Chest to back. Hips to ass. And you felt it. Him. Of course, you did. It was hard to miss. A gasp slipped past your lips at first. You didn't quite except this. But then... "Babe..." You stated almost shocked but then giggled. "Seems like something else is hard, too. That's why you been so touchy, huh?" "Mhm. 'S jus' whatcha do 't me." You nodded with a smirk, "I see." and started to slightly push your hips back against his - all the while still refueling the car. Daryl groaned lowly in the back of his throat. "Damnit, Y/N..." You giggled; feeling Daryl shift slightly behind you to adjust - to feel more. It worked on both ends. You felt more as well; his entire hardness now clearly poking your clothed flesh. You bit your lip; eyes slipping shut for a moment. You would've lied if you said this didn't turn you on. You couldn't help yourself but to lean into this upcoming wave of desire. It was too tempting to not join the game.

"And... What are you planning to do about it, babe? You gonna bent me over the hood of the car and take what you need?" You could hear your partner grunt behind you; his grip on your hands tightening slightly. "If ya want me to, darlin'..." Daryl literally flirted back shamelessly - something you didn't get to see that much from him. You smirked - unbeknownst to him, and moved to lower the now almost empty jerrycan before you swiftly turned around in Daryl's embrace. Your hands wound around the back of his neck; fingertips slipping into his wild, lush curls to play with them. "Mhh, perhaps not the hood but... The backseat?" You suggested; knowing that fucking on the hood of the car would be a little too obvious and not quite difficult to see from the residential house - despite the sun setting above you. But the backseat was a little more... subtle. You wouldn't call it private, because it was anything else than that.

"Backseat, huh?" Daryl whispered husky; voice even deeper and more gravelly than usual. "I can arrange tha', sunshine," he stated and caged you between him and the vehicle. One of his hands was working to get the door to the backseat open, while his lips were attached to yours; kissing you hungrily. Once he managed to find the handle, you quickly found yourself stretched over the backseat with your feet dangling over the edge. Your partner didn't waste any time to get you out of your jeans and panties; carelessly throwing the unnecessary garments onto the driver's seat. Then he leaned over you to kiss you once again and made sure the bulge in his pants connected with the right and now bare spot between your legs. The sudden friction caused you to moan into the kiss; fingers clasping around the straps of his suspenders to keep him locked against you.

But your archer had other plans.

He broke the kiss despite your protest and backed up again - before he got on his knee with his arms winding around your thighs. You sat up; propped up on your elbows. "Dar, what are you up to?" Deep down, you already knew, of course, but you wanted to hear him say it. He gave you that notorious cute and sexy half smirk. "My hands are dirty. Can't touch ya righ'... But my mouth ain't," he remarked and didn't even wait for your reply as he put his mouth to work. The first contact was electrifying; causing you to jolt. The moan which slipped past your lips inevitable.

"Shit, Dar..." You whispered breathlessly with your eyes stuck on his head between your legs. He smirked against you at your words; lips leaving your aching heat with a wet pop. "Ya like tha', sunshine?" You nodded; locking eyes with his. Pupils blown in pleasure. Something wild and feral was shining through. "Yeah?" He continued to question you in that low almost dark voice; giving you a broad lick. "D-Daryl!" You whimpered his name; hands curling to fists. He smirked - again, "Mhm... Tha's wha' I wanna hear." and buried his face in your core once again.

Back when you got together and slowly but surely approached the topic of sex, he confided to you that he wasn't very experienced and good at this whole thing. Dary Dixon had been a man of many talents - but sex wasn't one of them. Especially in terms of pleasuring a woman. Not anymore. The man had learned a lot throughout the years with you - and he never failed to prove it and show it to you. Never. His lips and tongue had become a lethal weapon by now and knew exactly which spots to hit. Which buttons to press. Which levers to pull. Just like other body parts of him.

"Ugh," you cried out as the archer kept on giving you head like a man starved. You buried your hand in his hair to keep him exactly where you wanted him; legs twitching. He quickly had you on the cusp of pleasure. "B-Babe..." You panted to 'warn him'. "G-Gonna come." At your words, Daryl's grip around your thighs tightened; eager to catapult you over the edge - which he did with only a few skilled, precise flicks of his tongue. Your nails digged into the old leather of the backseat; having a very hard time to bite back the moans and keep quiet.

You didn't want to attract people - dead or alive.

Your partner guided you through your high; leisurely peppering your heated skin with tiny kisses, before he lifted his head. The sight of him was obscenely erotic. Hair disheveled - thanks to you, eyes blown wide with desire, lips and chin (including the coarse hair of his beard) glistening with your arousal. It sent another electrifying spark downtown. Even more so, as you watched him stand up and wipe his mouth with his forearm - as if he just had the best meal of his life. "Ain't ever gonna have enough of ya, darlin'. Could eatcha all damn day." You giggled almost deliriously at his words. The praise fogged up your lusty brain even further.

You sat up entirely and reached out to wind your fingers through the belt loops on Daryl's pants; pulling him closer. "C'mere, baby. Get in there, c'mon. Need you." A low chuckle bubbled up in the back of his throat. The archer watched you wipe your hands on the t-shirt you wore to get them cleaner, before you unzipped the zipper over the straining bulge to finally free his poor, suffering erection.

You wanted to touch him so bad; just feel him pulse underneath your palm - but alas, you couldn't. Just like Daryl couldn't properly touch you. Sure, your mouth wasn't dirty either, but the position would've been a little cramped up and you were admittedly too impatient to switch. You'd return the favor another time. So instead, you leaned back on the backseat again; giving your partner a seductive grin. "You wanted me, you have me. Take what you need, handsome."

Something wild and untamed flashed through those usual blue orbs at your words. "Turn 'round, sunshine," he growled lowly; eyes set on the prize. You followed his sinful command and quickly shifted. Now your feet touched the ground as you laid on your front - stance widened for better access, of course. You had offered him to bend you over the backseat after all... "That how you want me, Dar?" "Fuck, yeah." The man behind you didn't waste more time and closed the distance between the two of you. Daryl propped his left foot up on the door sill panel of the car and held onto the door frame for better leverage and control. Then he wiped his thumb 'clean' on the fabric of his black pants and used the digit to press down on the base of his length in guidance to help his raging arousal find its destination. Once he made sure his swollen tip was caught in your entrance, his eyes snapped to your face again. "Can I..., darlin'?" You nodded; eyes already shut in preparation for the incoming pleasure.

Daryl shifted his hips and slowly buried inch after delicious inch inside you. You couldn't prevent the moan that slipped past your lips at the intrusion; a whine following at the familiar stretch. "Y-Ya okay?" The archer panted above you; clearly affected by the tight warmth wrapped around him now but nevertheless never forgetting to check in on you. "All good, baby. You're just a l-litte much - like always."

He twitched at your words.

You giggled. "Someone's very excited today, huh? It's okay. Move." Daryl swallowed hard; having a hard time to hold back but forcing himself to. The only thing he wanted besides fucking you was not to hurt you at all costs. "Y-Ya sure? D-Dun wanna hurt you." You shook your head. "You won't. 'S okay. Take what you need," you repeated. A low, almost primal grunt rumbled through the man's chest - the chains cut loose.

He started to roll his hips against yours; free hand splayed on your back. He started slow - but it already had a massive effect on you. Perhaps it was the position...

"O-Oh..." You whimpered and bit your lip; hands already searching to find something to hold onto. The archer smirked above you and sharpened his thrusts after a few minutes. The other hand gripped the steel beside its counterpart for even more leverage. It caused a slight change in the angle - and made sure your partner hit that one sensitive spot. It send your arousal skyrocketing. You cursed under your breath; "B-Babe, y-you gonna make me c-" thighs quivering as you reached your rather sudden second high. "Damnit," you heard Daryl groan behind you. His thrusts slowed down as he guided you through it. "Fuckin' ya tha' good, huh?"

An airy giggle left your lips. "You always do, baby." Your words gave the archer an ego boost; knowing he was able to satisfy you. "Let's switch positions. Want you to come, too." "'Kay." Daryl's movements came entirely to an halt before he left your snug warmth - rather much to his dismay. He watched you shift as well; facing him with a smirk. "Get inside here, Dar." The man wetted his lips and didn't hesitate to climb into the backseat of the old car as well; shutting the door behind him. "Whatcha want, sweet girl?" "Sit, handsome." Daryl grunted and stretched his body over the entirety of the seat. One leg up, the other in the footwell. He was propped up on his left upper arm and had wrapped the right one over the seat back. Then the man watched you climb - despite the rather cramped space - on his lap with a smirk. "Looks like ya wanna take a ride, huh?" "Mhm. That okay for you?" Daryl scoffed, "Ain't ever gonna say no to tha'." and used his 'clean' thumb again to help along getting his manhood into an upright position; digit pressed against the base. "Sit."

One word was enough to send a delicious wave of pleasure throughout your whole body.

You didn't need to be told twice. Angling your body just right, you appreciated your partner's help and sat down on his throbbing length; glistening with your combined juices. Your breath hitched in your throat. New position, different angle, another kind of pleasure. Daryl cursed lowly as he watched you adjust; one leg steadying yourself on the ground while the other one was neatly tucked behind his leg. Your left hand gripped the seat back as well, while the other braced itself on the archer's pubic region. It was cramped in the car, of course, but this version of the cowgirl position worked nevertheless. You and Daryl made it work.

Slowly, you started to ride him; testing the waters. Once you saw that this truly worked perfectly, you increased the speed and bounced harder. You knew you probably couldn't hold this position for that long since it was very strenuous - but you wanted to make sure Daryl got his money's worth as well...

Your boyfriend's eyes were locked on the spot where you were joined at first, before he tipped his head back in pleasure; breathing ragged. That was when you knew. He was close. Time to get the intensity a notch higher. You made sure to stretch that muscle; clenching around him now and then on purpose.

"O-Oh, fuck, Y/N," he breathed; Adam's apple bobbing in his throat. You smirked. "Are you close, handsome?" He nodded; sweaty strands of hair bouncing off his forehead. "Fuckin' close with whatcha do 't me. C-Can't hold back much longer." You shook your head. "You don't have to, love. Want you to let go." The hand which had been resting on his pubic region moved up to brush his goatee covered chin and cupped his jaw; thumb stroking over the apple of his cheek. "Come for me, handsome. Come," you whispered - and that in combination with the tender hand on his cheek managed to catapult Daryl over the edge.

A whine bubbled up in his throat - almost close to a sob. His brows furrowed and the muscles in his thighs tightened. "G-Gonna- Fuck, gonna come! Y-Ya gotta g-get up, sunshine!" That was your sign. You lifted yourself up off of his painfully hard length and quickly shifted to get your mouth on him to help Daryl finish. Two languid strokes with your tongue was all it needed. With a low, guttural roar and heavily contracting abdominals, he exploded in your mouth and on your tongue.

"Christ..." He muttered - cursed as he slowly got down from his high; watching as you released his softening length from your mouth and carefully tucked him back inside his boxers and pants before zipping up the zipper. You smiled; making room for him to sit up. "Feeling good now, handsome? Pent up pleasure relieved?" Daryl nodded, "Hell, yeah." and took a deep breath before he leaned over to capture your lips in a sweet, lasting kiss. "Thanks." You shook your head and cupped his bearded cheek. "Don't gotta thank me. I love you - and I love being intimate with you." He smiled; almost blushing.

Then he shifted and reached onto the front seat to get your underwear and jeans. "We, uh, we should head inside. Sun's almost down. Ain't gonna see shit in a few minutes." You agreed with him; getting dressed in the tight space - but you made it work. "'Kay, let's go." Daryl nodded while chewing on the inside of his bottom lip and gave you a long look. He stole another kiss, before he finally moved to the door on his side. Only now did you two realise that the windows of the car were slightly fogged up. "Oops," you giggled while your partner just shook his head; blushing all over again.

Later, after the two of you had eaten what has been left for you of dinner - which Didi kindly kept warm on the stove - Daryl stood in the doorframe to the spacious kitchen with a glass of wine in his hand and a soft smile on his face. He watched you talk and smile with the elder woman as you helped doing the dishes; his heart burned with the love he felt for you. The archer was so lost in the moment - in you, that he didn't notice his best friend approaching him.

Carol noticed the look on his face. Of course, she did. She saw right through him. No wonder after all these years...

"Working on the car, huh? That long?" The sudden voice of Carol beside him startled the archer a little. He blinked first, "Wha'?" then nodded as his brain registered her words. "Uh, yeah. Was, uh, lotta work." The woman beside him started to smirk and shook her head. "You're a damn liar, Daryl. Fixing the car..." She scoffed. "More like screwing in the car."

Daryl almost choked on the sip of wine at his best friend's words; cheeks heating up and getting beet red. "W-Wha'?" He asked again; stumbling over his words. Carol's smirk only widened. "You heard me." A beat of silence passed between them in which Daryl desperately tried to contain his embarrassment. "Y-Ya saw... us?" The woman snorted out a laugh. "Of course, I did. Wasn't hard to miss. Didi told me to get you two for dinner... And well..." She gave him a knowing look. "Don't try to tell me it wasn't what it looked like, 'cause I know it was. I doubt Y/N was testing the suspension of the car seat with her bouncing." The archer swallowed hard; wishing the ground would swallow him whole.

Carol just kept on smiling and nudged his shoulder playfully with hers. "No mistaking there. Sorry, pookie." "Shuddup," was all Daryl grumbled; making the woman giggle. "No need to be embarrassed. I made sure you two had some apparently needed privacy. Theo and Didi wanted to look for you and help. I made sure they didn't. That would've been way more embarrassing, I think. Don't know if Theo would've appreciated you and Y/N screwing around in his car..."

Another long beat of silence passed. Daryl's jaw worked hard; muscles clenching as he tried to cope. But then... "Thanks," he whispered; still not very fond that his best friend saw him (and you) in such an intimate situation but also glad that she made sure this stayed undetected.

Carol smiled and winked, before she passed her friend by to help you and Didi.

The archer released a deep breath. Next time, he'd make sure to take you somewhere more private...

One year later...

The pitter-patter of small feet on cobblestone echoed through the stables, alongside big but slow footsteps. "Awo!" The excited, tiny human being beside Daryl called out with an even more excited giggle; causing the man to smile brightly. "Yeah, I can see 'im, baby girl," he chuckled and quickly reached out to place a huge hand - compared to his daughter's small frame, on the front of her body to gently hold her back from running off. It was for her own safety. Horses were way more than twize her size... She stopped, of course. "Awo!" She called out again with a whine; pointing at your palomino Mustang stallion, who got led back inside his horsebox by Camille - a sweet, kind young woman who was working on the ranch mostly during her semester break. His mini-me had immediately recognised her favourite equestrian friend and got to her little feet within seconds; the sand castle her father was building with her in the sandbox abandoned.

"Yeah, lil' monkey, I know 'n we're goin' to 'im, but ya gotta take daddy's hand, 'kay?" Daryl stated firmly, but lovingly and took his daughter's small hand into his big one; holding her gently. "Now we can go, c'mon." Daryl walked together with her over to Arrow and Camille then; careful to not take too big steps. She had barely learned to walk and he didn't want her to fall - certainly not because of him.

The young student immediately saw them approach. "Hey, Mr. D," she smiled. Her eyes landed on the little girl beside her 'boss' in cute dungarees, a white sweatshirt and tiny chestnut brown pigtails. "And hello Ruby. I bet you are here because of Arrow, huh?"

The biker nodded with an amused smile. "'Course she is. Dragged me outta the sandbox 'n all across the ranch." Camille couldn't suppress a small giggle. "Well, she loves Arrow... Horses in general." Daryl nodded. "Yeah, jus' like her mama."

A small tug at his hand redirected Daryl's attention again. "Awo," Ruby's sweet voice pleaded again; still tugging at her father's hand, causing Daryl to smile. "Yeah, sorry, lovebug, c'mere." He let go of his daughter's hand and instead wrapped his big palms underneath her arms and lifted her up. Now Ruby was on eye-level with the tall, majestic animal - much to her joy.

Ruby giggled and smiled brightly; a little hand immediately reached out to softly touch the stallion's muzzle. Arrow, being the gentle giant he was and already knowing the miniature human quite well, let Ruby pet and touch him. At some point he started to nibble at her sweatshirt covered arm - but without intent to hurt her. It elicited bright laughter from the small girl and managed to put a smile on Daryl's and Camille's faces as well.

"Ya happy now, Rubs? Seein' Arrow?" Ruby nodded - which caused her pigtails to bounce; tiny hand still petting the horse. "Uh.Huh!" A low chuckle slipped past Daryl's lips, before he pressed them against the side of his baby girl's head.

"Do you want to give Arrow a carrot, Ruby?" Camille asked then and shortly reached behind herself to retrieve said treat from the bucket which stood at the doorway of the stable. The girl started to wiggle around on her daddy's arms excitedly. "Tawot! Awo tawot!" Ruby's answer was a clear 'yes'. The young woman looked at Daryl then; silently asking him if her proposition was alright with him. The biker gave her a curt nod and a small smile.

Camille stepped over then and helped Ruby to feed the carrot to Arrow. The Mustang was very gentle; taking the pieces of the vegetable carefully out of the little girl's and Camille's hand; tickling their palms with his lips every time - which elicited another sugary sweet laugh from Ruby. Seeing his daughter smile never failed to send a rush of pure love through Daryl's body.

Once the carrot was fed and Arrow back in his horsebox, the biker was ready to leave and redirect his attention to the sandcastle again - but Ruby wasn't yet, which she made very clear to her dad. So, he kept on holding her on his arm and Ruby kept on petting the horse's ridge of the nose.

"Thought so that I was going to find you two here." Your voice, followed by a small giggle, caused your husband's head to snap into your direction. Unlike your daughter. She was way too caught up in her 'task at hand'. He smiled upon seeing you. "'O course. The lil' monkey 'ere saw Arrow 'n Camille on their way back to the stables 'n well... Suddenly was the sandbox nothin' more than an accessory. She dragged me right over 'ere, right, Rubs?" Daryl freed one hand to slightly tickle Ruby - who just giggled again adorably. "Look who's there." He turned Ruby away from Arrow, so that she was facing you now.

After another few minutes spent in the stables, Daryl took a step back and let Ruby down again. "C'mon, sweet girl. We're lettin' Arrow rest a bit, eh? He's a elderly gentleman after all. 'Sides, ya wanted to visit the rabbits, ain't ya?" The little girl wanted to protest at first, but when she heard her father mentioning the rabbits, the world was perfectly fine again. "Yes, yes!" She exclaimed bubbly and slighty bounced up and down on her heels in excitement. "Go wabbits, dada." "Yeah, c'mon, lovebug." Daryl took the tiny girl's hand again and started to guide her out of the stables. You watched them leave with a smile; already planning to start feeding the ponies and horses, now that everybody was back in their box - but Ruby decided differently.

"Hi, baby girl." You smiled and waved - successfully gaining her attention. The girl started to smile brightly; eyes shining. "Mama!" Ruby exclaimed happily and waved back at you. Smiling, you made your way over to your family. Wrapping an arm around your husband's back, you stood on your tippy-toes and greeted him with a peck to his lips before you leaned down to kiss your daughter's chubby cheek.

"Are you giving Arrow some well-deserved cuddles, Rubs?" "Uh.Huh. Cuddle Awo," your daughter said and leaned forward to clumsily hug the Mustang's head - who let it happen; not even twitching. He definitely was a good boy. Daryl's grip on Ruby tightened; ensuring that she didn't fall. You just giggled and patted your animal best friend's neck; praising him for being so calm and gentle.

While the mini Dixon was caught up in her own little world, you and Daryl sat a few yards away on a log; watching your daughter with a smile. "She's so much like you, darlin'," your husband said out of nowhere; wrapping an arm around your waist. You smiled and leaned into his touch. You placed an arm on his thigh with your hand on his knee. "Yeah, she is - yet," you stated. The biker scoffed. "Wha'? Ya think she's gonna make a three-sixty 'n start to like bikes instead?" You shrugged your shoulders; still smiling. "Who knows, baby? I mean... She's already a daddy's girl, so..." Daryl shook his head. "Nah, she ain't gonna do that." "How do you know?" You asked with a giggle. Now your husband was the one shrugging his shoulders. He gave you a lopsided smirk. "Dunno. Jus' know it. 'S a feelin'. Jus' like I told ya we'd be havin' a lil' girl back when you were pregnant. Everybody said it was gonna be a boy, but... I was right." "Well..." You inhaled sharply. "You've got a point, but... Whatever she's going to do or like in the future... She'll be freaking awesome. That girl is something else." Daryl chuckled and pulled you closer. "Fuck yeah. She already is. After all, she's got a real wonderful mama and a crazy redneck biker as her dad, so... Whaddaya expect?" "Language, Mr. Dixon," you rebuked him playfully; slightly pinching his knee. "But thanks for the compliment." Daryl grunted. "Sorry, Mrs. Dixon," he parroted you; joining the playful banter. You giggled and just rolled your eyes.

"Mama wabbits!" She had stopped and turned to face you again; making a grabby hand at you. "You want me to come with you and daddy?" Ruby nodded; pigtails bouncing. "Uh.Huh." You shrugged your shoulders with a smile, "Alright." and jogged over to take Ruby's other hand into yours. Together, you, Daryl and your daughter made your way over to the huge rabbit hutch with run. Rabbits were definitely Ruby's favourites animals - after horses and probably duckies.

No ten minutes later was Ruby seated in the grass with two of the fluffy, furry animals sitting on her legs and lap; enjoying the childlike love she was giving them. You had taught her from the very beginning to be kind and gentle with animals and to respect them. Every animal - no matter rabbit, duck or cow, was a part of your family and deserved nothing but to be treated well. And Ruby understood. She was a quick learner.

"I love you, my crazy redneck biker," you whispered against his lips before softly kissing him. "Yeah, I love ya, too, my sweet cowgirl."

You smiled; admiring every day how far you and Daryl came... From nothing but a one-night-stand in an old, musty motel room to getting married, having a ranch together and a child. It was a crazy love story, without a doubt - but a love story nevertheless.

The script wasn’t great, the focus on the movie was completely off track. They marketed the movie as something it absolutely wasn’t.

They could have done so much more with the fire and ash people, and they completely pushed them to the side. Varangs character could have been the perfect catalyst for Quaritchs character growth and help add another layer of intricacy in the story.

Instead they ran with “spider is my son” and Quaritch let himself get walked all over by general ardemore which is out of character for him completely.

They irreversibly tainted Jake’s character by making him get on board with the idea to kill spider.

They kept pushing the cat and mouse bs with Jake and Quaritch. They introduced a route of alliance between them that could also have been another great catalyst for character growth with Quaritch and completely did nothing with it.

They set up loak to be the main focus of this movie in the last movie and completely pushed him to the side. They breezed over the regrowth of his bond with Jake.

Kiri was OP

So many unnecessary deaths of important characters that were completely glazed over.

It felt lazy, like a montage, and a filler episode.

I honestly could go on but I’ll keep it here for now lmso

The script wasn’t great, the focus on the movie was completely off track. They marketed the movie as something it absolutely wasn’t.

They could have done so much more with the fire and ash people, and they completely pushed them to the side. Varangs character could have been the perfect catalyst for Quaritchs character growth and help add another layer of intricacy in the story.

Instead they ran with “spider is my son” and Quaritch let himself get walked all over by general ardemore which is out of character for him completely.

They irreversibly tainted Jake’s character by making him get on board with the idea to kill spider.

They kept pushing the cat and mouse bs with Jake and Quaritch. They introduced a route of alliance between them that could also have been another great catalyst for character growth with Quaritch and completely did nothing with it.

They set up loak to be the main focus of this movie in the last movie and completely pushed him to the side. They breezed over the regrowth of his bond with Jake.

Kiri was OP

So many unnecessary deaths of important characters that were completely glazed over.

It felt lazy, like a montage, and a filler episode.

I honestly could go on but I’ll keep it here for now lmso

It had been one of the 'quieter' days at work today. Mostly just sitting around the office with Rosita, doing some patrolling and weapon checks. This all still sounded quite ridiculously to Daryl... Being at work. Earning money. Living in the old world and pretending the new one didn't exist. It wasn't something the archer was entirely convinced of, and yet he kind of enjoyed life at the Commonwealth. Well, only because of you. And the kids, of course. Because he could finally give you, Judith and RJ what you deserved... A stable roof above your head, food on the table everyday, proper medical treatment - if necessary and not having to live with fear day in and out and almost having to sleep with one eye open at night, due to Alexandria's instability. The kids could be just kids for a while. It was... nice.

He loved home. Alexandria was home - not this here. But it had to be fixed. It needed the help and once it was thriving again, he wouldn't hesitate a second and go back.

Shaking his head to clear his thoughts, Daryl climbed the staircases leading up to the floor on which yours and his shared apartment was located. He unlocked the door with his spare key and stepped inside the lit room. "'M home!" He called out; already anticipating the kids and Dog to storm around the corner of their room to greet him - but it didn't happen. Instead, he got greeted with a view he hadn't seen coming at all. You stepped into the living room - only dressed in black lace panties, a matching bra and his too big angel-winged vest 'covering' your body.

The archer swallowed hard; eyes raking up and down your body. He always loved when you wore his clothes, but that was even a notch better. Wearing nothing but underwear and his vest was something else. This outfit gave him a hard time to keep his jaw from dropping and hitting the floor. "Hi, babe," your sweet, angelic voice urged to his ears as you greeted him with a smile. "H-Hey. Uh, where are... The kids and, uh, Dog?" You stepped closer - and Daryl's heartbeat quickened. "Jude and RJ are with Mariam, Aliyah and Ezra at uncle Jerry's and aunt Nabila's for the night and Dog decided to stay with Carol as we took a walk." He swallowed again; unable to keep his eyes constantly locked on your face during the conversation. They tended to drop to the second or third floor - and he couldn't help it. "Mh, 'kay," Daryl said then with a deeper, huskier voice than usual. "There, uh, a reason for tha'? 'N for the... choice 'a yer outfit?"

A mischievous smirk darted across your face as you stepped closer once again. So close that your skilled fingers could easily begin to unbutton the grey shirt he was wearing. "Thought we could use some time to ourselves... Get some much needed privacy and... have a try?" Daryl blinked in slight confusion; utterly distracted by your fingers' doing. "Have a try?" He echoed your words with his blue orbs flickering between your face and hands. "At, uh, wha', sunshine?" You smiled again and bit your lip. There was a moment of silence before the air around the both of you shifted. When you looked at him again, your eyes held something fierce. Something lustful and... primal. Suddenly was your hand pressed against the fly of his jeans; feeling him and gently rubbing your palm over the rough fabric to massage him. Your rather bold move caused Daryl's breath to hitch in his throat; eyes widening. "Baby making," you deadpanned - as if it was the most normal and casual thing on earth, like asking what's up for dinner. The man blinked again; kinda taken aback but also feeling his arousal spark to live - due to your words and actions.

"O-Oh, uh, y-yeah, 'course. Got it now." You smirked yet again and leaned in to kiss, gently nibble and suck on his exposed neck. "Only if you want to, though, of course. Only if you're ready. We can still wait. Don't have to rush things. Think I still got a few condoms in my bedside drawer," you whispered; wanting to make sure he was up for this. Desire was already coursing through your veins, for sure, but consent was important. You'd never force Daryl into anything he didn't want to.

The bowman's eyes fell shut at your lips' caresses and caring words; feeling his body pump blood southward. His hands twitched. He couldn't stop himself from touching you. The urge was too great. His right hand lifted to settle on your barely covered hip underneath his vest; thumb stroking over the fabric and your warm skin.

Daryl shook his head. "Dun gotta wait. Told ya I want this. With ya. 'M ready." Your lips left his skin as you looked up at him full of love. Not needing words to communicate, you stood on your tiptoes to indulge his mouth in a deep, sensual dance.

Once you parted again, you started to kiss your way down his body along the slit of his open shirt; feeling his warm skin against your lips. His silky chest hair and happy trail tickled; natural musky scent getting stronger the closer you got to where you wanted to be. You made sure to press an extra long kiss against his scars to worship the marked skin. Once on your knees in front of him, your hands settled on his hips for now; fingers looping through the belt loops attached to his jeans. Your intentions were more than clear as you pressed a few sloppy kisses over the small tent his pants had formed. Daryl's hooded eyes watched your every move. "Ya wanna suck me off, darlin'?" He asked hoarsely; one of his work-worn palms cupping your chin gently with his thumb brushing your bottom lip. You nodded; pupils dilated by lust. "If you want me to, baby..." The archer scoffed with the left corner of his mouth twitching upwards into a small smile. "Ain't ever gonna say no to tha'. Can't. Yer mouth feels always so good on me ," he stated as his hand left your chin again to work on loosening his belt and undo the zipper of his pants while simultaneously taking off his boots and kicking them aside alongside his socks. You smiled up at him; hands on his hips helping him eagerly to pull down his jeans.

Once your boyfriend - or well, rather self-declared husband was left in his grey boxer shorts you were on him again within seconds. Your lips suckled on the small, circular wet spont at the front of the fabric; revealing where his tip was. A low groan rumbled through Daryl's chest at the sudden contact. His hands twitched again; fingers curling into fists. "Y/N, damnit," he panted; watching you pepper his steadily growing hardness with tiny kisses - still trapped inside the by now way too tight underwear. "Yer a tease, ya know tha'?" You retreated your lips again with a small giggle; gazing up at him almost apologetically. "Sorry, babe. Couldn't help it." Then your thumbs dipped inside the waistband of his boxers, "Let's get you out of these." and pulled them down to finally free his aching arousal.

And oh boy, was he ready. Readier than you had anticipated. "Damn, baby," you said almost in awe as you cautiously wrapped a hand around his manhood to feel him hot and heavy in your palm; veins pulsing. Daryl hissed at the touch and gritted his teeth. "Already so hard for me? I barely even touched you..." After your partner inhaled a shaky breath, he instantly shook his head. "Ya really wonderin' why 'm already so fuckin' riled up? Ya been waitin' for me 't come home, wearin' nothin' but lace underwear 'n my vest. 'N then ya tell me ya wanna try for a baby. Ya told the lil' guy 't knock ya up. What did ya expect, sunshine?" You giggled, "Yeah, okay, fair enough. Got a point there, Dar." and slowly started to move your closed fist up and down. The man growled lowly again; hips twitching as he resisted the urge to buck into your touch. "'Sides, 'm a man of my word. I'm takin' this seriously."

Your hand stopped abruptly in its movements as your eyes travelled up his bulky frame again to face him. You smiled, "I know." and let your fingers glide lower on his length to cup his sensitive junk while simultaneously putting your mouth on him. "Jesus," Daryl cursed above you; watching you pleasure him - like promised.

You started off slow. Teasing. Just the tip and some kitten licks. Then you took more of him in your mouth. And more. And more - until you had your head bobbing in a steady rhythm, Daryl's hand holding your hair up in a makeshift ponytail to gently guide you and palms splayed on his thick, strong thighs. It was a little messy, admittedly.

"Fuckin' hell, sunshine," your partner grunted; blue eyes locked on your Y/E/C ones. "Yer lookin' so damn hot on yer knees, givin' me head." You hummed around him and tried to take him deeper - which caused the archer's muscles to clench and twitch; a whine of pleasure slipping past his lips. Daryl let it happen for a delicious second, before he quickly shifted his hips to pull you off of him. "Shit, darlin', y-ya... Y-Ya gotta stop. I dun want 't blow my load already. 'S too much."

Your eyes lowered; drawn in by the delicious sight of his manhood. Standing tall and proud, angry and red at the tip. Veins throbbing and twitching. Glistening with your saliva and his own juices. You stared at it hungrily. None of the thoughts forming in your head were neither pure nor innocent in this moment. Far from it.

Your hazy, trance-like state got interrupted by your husbands warm hands on your hands; interlacing your fingers to gently pull you back up on your feet. "C'mon, sunshine. I know whatcha want 'n need." You let him lead you wordlessy over to the sofa, where he sat down on the edge. Spreading his legs, he switched his hold from your hand to your hip and guided you to stand over his right leg. Then he gently pulled - you caught his drift, of course and sat down on his leg; straddling him. Daryl smiled that cute, boyish smirk and gave your hips a squeeze, before he started to move you to and fro; making you grind against his thigh. You gasped at the sudden, delightful friction and fell quickly in rhythm with his movements. Your hands found his broad shoulders; eyelids falling shut as you rolled your hips just right against his firm muscle to repeatedly hit that small bundle of nerves. In combination with the friction of the fabric your panties provided, was it close to heavenly. "Yeah, tha's it, sweet girl. C'mon. Take whatcha need. Wanna feel ya soakin' my thigh."

And you did. It didn't take much - and it certainly didn't take long for you to reach your high. A high pitched moan left your parted lips; hips coming to an halt and fingernails digging into his shoulders. Daryl smiled in satisfaction. "There ya go," he cooed and let his palms glide from your hips inside your black lace panties to grab your ass. "Good girl." Another wave of instant arousal hit you as he called you that. You immediately turned and lifted your head to capture his lips in a hot, yet sweet and thanking open-mouthed kiss. His palms gripped the flesh of your bottom a little tighter, before he shifted you again.

"Let's getcha outta these," the archer prompted in that low, smoky voice you loved so much and slid your drenched panties down your legs. "We still got a mission to finish, right? Ain't done yet. Not until something else is drippin' down 'em thighs as well." Your core throbbed at his words. "Y-Yes, baby. Wanna feel all of you. Want to start a family with you. Want this baby. Your baby." Daryl's length twitched; a groan bubbling up in his throat. His lips found yours in yet another deep kiss, "Want tha', too, darlin'." before his hands wrapped themselves around your thighs to pick you up. With a little squeak in surprise, you slung your hands around his neck and let your husband carry you to your small but cosy bedroom.

Once arrived at your destination, Daryl laid you down on the soft mattress - and found you and himself to be already in the perfect position for the task at hand... Missionary. With your legs still locked around his waist, Daryl indulged you into another lazy make-out session; lips tangled together perfectly. His long, wild chestnut brown bangs fell into your face but you just buried your fingers in his hair to smooth them back again.

With your lips now red and swollen, Daryl moved on. The bowman trailed a path of kisses down your neck and cleavage. He tugged gently at the lapels of his beloved angel-winged vest. You got the hint and shortly sat up to discard the precious item of clothing. Now satisfied with even more freed skin, your husband continued the pleasurable attack on your skin. He pressed a few kisses to your collarbones before he travelled lower to nip at the swell of your breasts. "Want tha' off, too," Daryl whispered lowly; referring to the last piece of clothing covering your body - the black lace bra. "Wanna feel all 'a ya. Wanna be close." You gave the man a small smile and fulfilled his wish, of course; taking off the piece of underwear as well to leave you entirely naked for him. Only him.

The moment your bra was discarded, Daryl's face disappeared between your breasts to caress the soft tissue; gently nipping and kissing on the supple skin. You bit your lip; watching him worship your body with your hands still playing with his hair. As he moved on to lick and kiss down your sternum and stomach, you felt a tight knot of anticipation and pleasure form deeply in your gut. With a last lingering kiss to your lower abdomen, Daryl straightened up again. Work-worn hands instantly worked on getting rid of the dark blue shirt he wore. He threw it aside; leaving him entirely naked as well. "Ya ready for me - for this, sunshine?" Your partner asked in a way softer voice then before; one big palm splayed on your belly. You knew what he meant - and you loved him for asking but there was only one possible answer to this question...

You nodded, "Make love to me, Dar. Give me your baby." and let your legs fell open for him - naturally. The archer swallowed hard; oceanic orbs blown wide with lust and love. "A'right, darlin'." With his eyes on the prize, he shifted to get closer; thighs sliding underneath your thighs. "Let's make ya a mama." It was no question - it was a promise. A shiver ran down your spine at his words; tickling your throbbing core. You wanted to say something. The word 'Please' was on the tip of your tongue - but then you felt his tip prodding your entrance and all that left your lips was a needy whine. Daryl smiled and skillfully used his thumb to help his length slide inside and connect your bodies in the most intimate way possible.

Your eyes fell shut at the delicious intrusion; fingers clasping onto the sheets below your body. "Christ..." Your husband cursed above you as he watched your body sucking him in, with his hands now holding onto your waist. "Always takin' me so well, fuck," he stated hoarsely and slowly started to roll his hips. The archer certainly didn't rush things; wanting to take his time with you. This was about creating a life - not a stress relief or casual fuck. No... It was truly making love - and you both enjoyed it.

"You can go faster, baby," you whispered; thinking he was still being careful to let you get used to him. Your partner shook his head; palms gently squeezing your waist. "Nah," he stated; delivering slow thrust after thrust after thrust. "Dun want 't. Takin' this slow. Takin' my time with ya, sweet girl. Wanna do this right." You smiled and stretched your arms above your head - like a cat, and felt your fingertips reach the headboard. You felt so incredibly good right now. "Mm, 'kay, baby."

Daryl continued his slow rhythm for another few minutes, but he knew that he needed to take the intensity of it all a notch higher to reach his peak. And after all those years of having sex with you, he knew you needed this as well. So, the man above you relocated his hands; moving them from your waist to press into the mattress beside your head. It changed the angle, gave him a better leverage and the chance to get deeper. In conclusion, it got things spicier and more... intimate.

"Ain't goin' faster...," he started after adjusting his position, "...but I can go harder." and delivered a slow, firm and deeper thrust. It caused your eyes to roll into the back of your head and a high pitched squeak of pleasure to escape your mouth. Instinctively flew your hands up to grip his slightly sweaty biceps; fingernails digging into the muscles. You redirected your gaze up to him and locked eyes with the man you loved; sharing the love and desire that connected you in this moment. Lips parted and forehead creased with pleasure, you showed Daryl exactly how you felt.

"Feelin' good, sunshine?" You nodded - breathlessly. "Makin' love to ya jus' right, yeah?" "Mhhh, 's perfect, baby," you babbled; brain almost already turned to mush by now. A satisfied smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth. The archer stopped in his hips' rolling movements to bend his elbows in order to lean down and capture your lips in an open-mouthed kiss. It was all teeth and tongue - but did not lack an ounce of love. Then he picked up his thrusting again. Slow, hard, deep.

The tiny break he took gave your brain the chance to recover a little. You let your palms glide down his arms and reached forward. Your fingers were splayed on his belly instead; feeling the soft extra layer he gained over the last years. He had gotten bulkier and... stronger. Daryl was sporting a dad-bod - and you couldn't love it more. It was so hot and attractive in your eyes. Especially now since you were about to make him an actual dad. His skin was hot and slightly sweaty. A few stray chestnut curls were sticking to his forehead. The thick patch of silky hair of his happy trail was damp. No wonder. After all, he did all the work...

You couldn't stop yourself but clench around him; causing the man above you to grunt. That's when you felt it. The contracting of his abdominals and the slight stutter in his thrusts.

"You close, baby? You gonna come for me?" "Mhm," he mumbled with his eyes falling shut. You smiled; eager to tip him over the edge. "Yeah? You gonna give me your baby? Make me a mama?" You whispered and wrapped your legs around his hips; crossing your ankles and digging your heels into his ass in order to make sure he stayed where he was. This in combination with your words made Daryl curse under his breath; thrusts getting sloppier. "F-Fuck, yes, sunshine. Gonna give ya everythin'. Everythin' ya want," he panted breathlessly. "A-Ain't gonna pull out. P-Promised ya 'm gonna have m'self drippin' down yer thighs." You nodded with your palms now on his shoulders; fingertips marking his skin. "Please, baby, please." Those three words did Daryl in. They were his undoing. Another swear word slipped past his lips - followed by a deep, primal groan. His hips stuttered and with a last, powerful thrust he buried himself to the hilt as he reached his peak; searing hot pleasure coursing through every vein in his body. The feeling and visual of Daryl falling apart for you triggered your own high; legs shaking, then going limp around his hips.

Together, you rode on this wave of ecstasy; panting. The archer's arms buckled - fighting hard to keep him upright and not accidentally crush you. In the end, he gave in and lowered his upper body gently onto you. His forearms kept him from crushing you. Daryl reopened his eyes and pressed his forehead against yours. "Fuckin' hell... Tha' was..." He couldn't find the right words. You smiled; thumbs rubbing soft circles into his shoulders. "The best sex we probably ever had? Yeah, I'd agree." Your husband snorted out a small laugh and gave you a nod, "Yah..." but shook his head mere seconds later. "The things ya do 't me, woman..." Your smile widened a fracture, before you angled your head upwards to kiss him slow and tender; still bathing in the aftermath.

Daryl melted practically against you and reciprocated the sweet, lazy kiss. Once your lips parted again, he remained in this position for a moment longer, before he straightened properly up again. He tapped your thighs. "Legs up, c'mon. We're doin' this right." You followed his instruction and lifted your tired legs up. Before you could rest them over his shoulders, though, Daryl stopped you and guided your movements; placing your feet against his chest so that your knees were bent. You stayed like this for a few minutes with the archer lovingly caressing the tender skin of your insteps with his thumbs; other fingers wrapped loosely around your ankles. He was still connected to you, of course.

"I'm excited to see if you hit the target at the first try," you said with a smile and locked eyes with your partner again. Another smile tugged at the corner of his lips. "'M a bowman, darlin'. Think I got pretty good aim - but I guess we'll hafta wait 'n see 'bout it. If not, I'll be happy 't try again." You giggled. "Good thing target practise is so much fun." Daryl's smile turned into a mischievous smirk; "Mhm, yeah..." work-worn palms gliding from your ankles up your shins, knees and down on the side of your thighs before he gave your hips a slight pad. "Think we're good fer now." You nodded in agreement and slowly lowered your legs again. Daryl carefully and gently pulled out of you - just in case you were a little sore. "Ya good, sunshine?" He asked in a soft voice - making sure. "Yeah, baby, all good. I'm feeling great, actually." Your husband smiled and watched you stretch like a cat as he flopped down on the mattress beside you. You couldn't stop yourself from leaning over and kiss him again before you rolled out of the bed.

You were standing on still slightly wobbly legs - now feeling a small sting as you walked. Yeah... The sex truly had been good.

"I'm gonna clean up at least a little. You coming with me, Dar?" The man sat up again on the mattress; propped up on his elbows. His eyes gave you a once over - not in a sexual way but rather in a caring way. But then they got stuck on your thighs - and his eyes turned a little darker again. You noticed, of course, and raised an eyebrow. "What is it?" He jutted his chin at you. "Told ya I ain't stoppin' till 'm runnin' down yer thighs... Got the job done," he stated with a smirk; visibly proud. You giggled. "Mhm, you did. Never expected less. Now c'mon. Doesn't shower together sound nice?"

Daryl was on his feet within seconds; hands on your hips. "Ain't gonna say no to tha'. Lead the way, darlin'."

With his lips parted in concentration, he worked to fix the broken fencepost; replacing it with a new one. It had to be fixed before the cattle went back on the field. He wasn't very keen on chasing after three very stubborn four-legged ladies who managed to escape... Not again.

Daryl was knee deep in mud as he was out on the field - which was usually occupied by the cattle. Well, at least that was what it felt like. His black gumboots were caked with dirt and mud; unrecognisable anymore. The heavy rain last week had certainly left it's mark on the usually grassy underground...

A soft breeze rustled through the trees, making beautifully coloured leaves flow through the air and onto the wet grass. Daryl pulled his jacket close. It had gotten noticeably colder - as it should. After all, it was October and fall was in full swing...

Just as he was about to hammer the post into the ground, did he feel his mobile vibrate in the pocket of his rugged, baggy jeans. Quickly laying the wooden fencepost aside again, he wiped his nose with the back of his hand and fished for his phone. Seeing your name displayed on the screen managed to make him smile and his heart to flutter. "Hey, darlin'," he picked up the call. "Hi, babe." Your soft voice urged to his ear from the other end of the line. "We just finished our last check-up." A mix of excitement and slight fear swooped through his belly at your words."'Kay... And?" He aked hesitatingly; concern swinging in his voice.

It was a shame that he wasn't able to see the bright smile on your face.

It's been one hell of a week for the biker so far... Seemingly endless rain, a thunderstorm, catching runaway cattle and, oh, yeah, becoming a father, of course. The best damn thing that happened this week.

"Well... We're cleared for discharge." The biker's heart skipped a beat. "'S all good?" "All good," you confirmed; smile audible in your voice. "We're allowed to go home." Daryl breathed out a happy laugh. "A'right. 'M comin' to get ya. Jus' need to change 'n take a shower. Then I'll head straight for the hospital." "Sounds good. See you soon then. I love you." Daryl's smile even widened. "Yeah, love you, too, sunshine."

After hanging up, Daryl dropped everything and headed back to the house. This could wait. He had way more important stuff to do now.

No...

The best damn thing that happened in his whole life.

You had given birth to a little girl mere three days ago. Daryl had spent the whole day and night in the hospital with you; abandoning the ranch and his work and only getting back yesterday. Just because he had to, though. Being over a whole damn day away from you and his newborn baby felt like hell for him; damn near breaking his heart. It physically hurt to not be able to spend time with his brand new family... Care for you, protect you, make sure his girls were okay. Not anymore, though. He was going to bring you and his baby girl home now - exactly where you two belonged.

Jumping underneath the shower and changing into fresh clothes, he was hurrying to get ready. Before he left, he made sure that Dog was fed and cared for. He opted to take your car and not his truck; giving the fact that his vehicle rather didn't come in handy for transporting a newborn.

After the thirty-five minute drive to the hospital you were in, he parked the car and entered the big building; knowing by now exactly where he'd find you. He almost forgot to take the car seat with him, but luckily thought of it before locking the car. His steps were big and destined; eager to get to you. With a rapidly beating heart, he reached the maternity ward and finally your room; calloused hand raised to gently knock. Emphasise on 'gently', since he didn't know if the tiny bundle of joy was asleep or not, and the biker certainly didn't intend to wake her.

He received no answer, but mere seconds later got the door opened slowly. It revealed you - already dressed in normal clothes, seemingly ready to go and sitting in a wheelchair. It didn't surprise or shock Daryl. He knew you were hurting and sore, so walking was yet a painful task.

You just watched; close to crying because it was such a damn adorable view.

As you saw him you smiled brightly; eyes shining. "Hey, there." Daryl's expression softened; eyes sloshing over with love. "Hey." He immediately reached out to take your hand and intertwining your fingers before he leaned down to indulge you in a soft, lingering kiss. "Ya okay, darlin'?" Daryl asked then; thumb gently caressing your wrist. You nodded. "Yeah, as good as I can be, I think... Given the circumstances." Your husband gave you a curt nod. "Ya two ready to go?" "Mhm. Already did the paperwork. Just have to pop by at the reception and we're off." The man nodded. "A'right. Wha' are we waitin' for then, huh?" He smiled and let go of your hand. "Where's my lil' monkey?" You giggled; making way for him to enter the room. "Sleeping like a rock - for now."

Daryl's destination was clear, of course. He went straight to the little crib beside your former bed to greet his daughter. Looking into said crib, he found her - like you said - fast asleep; wrapped up in a warm blanket. The biker's heart skipped several beats. A feeling of joy and love flooded his veins. "Hey, lil' monkey," he whispered and ran his thumb oh so very gently through her chestnut brown tufts of hair on her tiny head. The tiny girl frowned and pouted in her sleep, but didn't wake up. It caused Daryl to chuckle quietly. He took his time to admire the sweet miniature human he helped create; completely stunned and in awe.

"She givin' ya a hard time 's long as I was gone?" You shook your head. "No, not at all. She's been a little angel. Let me sleep a lot." Another smile graced Daryl's lips. "Tha's good." He took another moment to watch his sleeping daughter, before he turned back to you. "Ya got everythin'?" "Yep. Bag is packed." "A'right. Let's move this incredibly sweet young lady into her car seat and go. Ain't stayin' longer here than necessary." "Yep, me too. The food is horrible." Your husband chuckled, while big deft hands worked to remove the beige blanket with the monkeys on it and cradled the newborn in his palms; cautiously resting her in the crook of his arm. Of course it had to be monkeys. Daryl saw the blanket and wasted no time in buying it.

You watched him work; admiring his already great developed fatherly skills. Your heart clenched at how tiny your daughter looked in comparison to Daryl's broad, bulky frame. It was something so utterly attractive.

The biker maneuvered the newborn slowly in the car seat and buckled her up; making sure she was safely strapped in. Then he wrapped the blanked snugly around her already warm dressed body again. Neither you nor Daryl wouldn't have it that she froze. Luckily, the baby kept on sleeping.

"There ya go, baby girl. Snug as a bug, 'n all ready to go home." Daryl took the car seat with the baby in one hand and the bag in the other. "Let's get goin'."

Last but certainly not least helped you Daryl to get in the passenger seat. With your arm slung around his shoulders and his arm securely wrapped around your middle was he steadying you as you took those few steps from the wheelchair in the car. "Ya okay, darlin'?" You nodded, but the grip on your husband tightened slightly - and he noticed. Of, course he did. "One step at a time, 'kay? Take it slow." You found his words very reassuring; heart fluttering at how supportive he was. Not that you expected anything less. He was always supportive, but this... It meant so much more. You had to admit that you were quite glad once you were seated in the passenger seat. "'M gonna bring this back. Won't take long. You jus' stay where ya are." You gave Daryl a nod alongside a small smile. "Don't worry, babe, I don't intend to run a marathon." The man scoffed, "Smartass." but couldn't hide the smirk which tugged at the corner of his lips. Closing the door, he left you alone to wheel the wheelchair back where it belonged.

Together, the three of you made your way to the reception on the first floor and then out of the hospital to the car. Daryl being Daryl made sure you got along alone with the wheelchair; constantly checking in and keeping an eye on you.

Luckily was the way to the vehicle not very far. The biker stowed away the bag first; placing it in the trunk, before he strapped the car seat with his daughter safely to the backseat. You were kinda impressed that he got so perfectly along within this... unknown territory. Little did you know that your husband may or may not had secretly practised in the past one and a half days with the empty car seat.

You waited; checking the rearview mirror from time to time to see if the sleeping baby on the backseat was okay.

It didn't take Daryl long to return. He joined you, started the engine and pulled on the road to drive his family home.

Thirty minutes later, the car was parked underneath the carport beside your house and the engine killed. "Home sweet home, darlin'. 'S good to have ya back." You smiled at him; hand reaching out to lay on top of his to give it a gentle squeeze. "I'm glad, too, but... The trip to the hospital was worth it, I'd say. After all we got ourselves a little bundle of joy now." "Yeah, tha's true." Daryl returned your smile and leaned over to bless your lips with a sweet but fleeting kiss before he unbuckled himself and opened the car door on his side. "Let's getcha inside 'n settled. 'S gettin' cold out here so slowly." The man rounded the car and slowly helped you out of the vehicle. Once both your feet were planted firmly on the gravelled ground beneath, Daryl didn't hesitate for even a second and moved to pick you up; carrying you bridal style.

"You don't gotta do this, Dar," you protested, but only earning a scoff. "Hell yeah I gotta. Ya brought our lil' girl into the world. 'S the least I can do," your husband stated while he carried you towards the garden gate.

Well... That was a knock-out argument. There was not really something you could say against it. So, you just let him; slightly tightening your hold around his neck. Plus, you were secretly kinda glad that he carried you after all your body had to endure three days ago.

The biker quickly made his way back to the car, grabbing the bag and most importantly the car seat in which his daughter laid, then locked the vehicle and returned back inside the house; once again kicking his shoes off in the foyer. He put the bag on the floor; carelessly. His focus was only directed on his newborn. The bag could be dealt with later. Or even tomorrow. Daryl re-entered the living room - and Dog's ears immediately perked up. He didn't miss that his dad was carrying something new. Something he hadn't seen before. "I think Dog wants to meet her," you giggled; watching the pup. "Yeah, think so, too." Being the curious dog Dog was, he stood up to leave your side again and made his way across the room. "Careful, buddy. Tis is yer baby sister. Ya gotta be real gentle, 'kay?" The biker put the car seat on the floor and squatted down beside it. Dog approached the new human cautiously. He sniffed the seat first, then the tiny girl. His cold, wet snout touched her cheek, and ultimately caused her to wake up with a protesting cry.

Dog had seen the two of you of course already miles away; hearing the car and your arrival. The faithful canine had been sleeping outside in his little hut. Not anymore. Now he was standing in front of the garden door; that cute stupid grin on his face and tail wagging excitedly. A few happy barks left his mouth. Daryl carefully opened the door and gently shoved Dog a bit aside with his thigh. He didn't want to accidentally hurt him or something. "Hey, ya rascal. C'mon, make some space so I can get yer ma inside." The pup barked again and eagerly followed his dad.

"Sofa or bed?" Your husband asked you then; stopping in the foyer of your home to kick off his shoes. "Um, I think sofa is enough for now." "A'right." He carried you down the hallway and straight to the living room, where he set you down on the big, comfortable sofa. "There ya go." "Thanks, baby." The biker shook his head while he helped you to take off your shoes and jacket. "Nah, sunshine. Goes without sayin'." Once you were settled and Daryl made some space, Dog was quick to jump on the sofa and join you; instantly licking your face. "Dog!" You giggled; burying your hands in his soft fur. "He missed ya," Daryl stated, and you could practically hear the smile in his voice. "Yep, I missed this big baby, too," you giggled once again.

"I'll get the small baby," announced your husband after a few moments. "Yes, please," you smiled at him; cuddling the Malinois.

At the yet unfamiliar sound, Dog instantly retreated and took a few respectful steps backwards; crooking his head. You giggled. "I think he's a bit... suspicious?" "Yeah, guess he dun know wha's goin' on." Daryl's attention shifted from Dog to his daughter, who wiggled around underneath the blanket; crying. The biker freed her from the cocoon and unstrapped her, before he lifted her slowly out of the car seat. She instantly pulled up her tiny legs to her chest inside the slightly too big onesie; face scrunched up in anger and red from crying. "Shh, lil' monkey. 'S all good. Tha' was jus' yer big brother sayin' hi," Daryl tried to reassure her; cradling her in the crook of his arm.

Dog had trotted over to his bed by now and was curled up inside it; watching. Analysing.

It was late when Daryl closed the main door behind him; locking it. He just came back from the stables after making sure that all animals were safely inside their 'home'.

The lights were out. No wonder, given the fact that he had left his girls in the bedroom, since the sofa got uncomfortable for you after a few hours. It was great to know, though, that his family was home now, and not still at the hospital.

It was indeed a message from you; reading: 'Babe, you have to see this. Come over.'

Daryl stopped for a drink inside the kitchen - greedily chugging down a glass of water, before he went upstairs. His destination was the bathroom. He was in need of yet another shower, and then he could finally join you.

Daryl had stripped off all his clothes except his underwear, as his phone - which was laying on the sink beside the soap - beeped and informed him of an incoming message. Since he had become a father was his phone always close to him, just in case you needed him. Therefore, he couldn't escape the urge to check. Grabbing his phone, he took a look.

Daryl feared that he was going to melt into a puddle right then and there. He stepped inside the room; closing the door behind him quietly. You welcomed him with a bright smile on your lips and tears in your eyes.

Raising an eyebrow, he returned the device to his original place and followed your words. Leaving the bathroom half naked, he quickly made his way to your shared bedroom next door.

Cautiously - in case his daughter was sleeping, he pushed down the door handle and peeked inside. What he then saw caused his heart to skip several beats. Not just one.

The lights were dimmed; dipping the room in a soft orange-yellow-ish glow. You were sitting in the bed; back propped up and supported by several pillows, so that you were able to read the book in your hands. Beside you - on Daryl's side of the mattress, but still close to you was the tiny girl you brought into this world. She was snuggly wrapped in her warm monkey blanket; sleeping like a rock. The soft, white, quadratic pillow you had laid her on merely caved underneath her weight. This itself was super cute. But what made the scene in front of Daryl's eyes devastatingly cute, was Dog, who had clearly decided to join his mama in bed. Instead of cuddling close to you, though, he had made himself comfortable on his dad's side of the bed - with his snout resting carefully and comfortably on your daughter's small legs and feet, as if to make sure the tiny human - his 'sister' was safe and protected.

"Well, damnit... If that ain't the fuckin' cutest thing I've ever seen, then I dunno what is." You weren't able to suppress a soft giggle. "Right?" You started; whispering as you watched your husband come closer. "I dozed off while reading and woke up to this. I almost lost my mind and knew I had to get you here asap." Daryl nodded and sat down the edge of the bed; eyes glued to his baby girl and animal best friend. "Think he understood the assignment." "Mhm... Needed a few minutes to get around, but Dog knows exactly who that tiny human being is," you agreed. The tears still glistened in your eyes. "Yeah... 'N he'll protect 'er no matter wha'." "He's her big brother..." You and the biker exchanged a smile; happiness and contentment reflecting in both your eyes. Life was perfect at the moment.

"I sent Tess and my aunt and uncle a picture. Had to capture this, of course. They're currently dying from cuteness," you giggled and Daryl smiled. "Can't blame 'em. They're gonna come visit soon, right?" You nodded. "Sunday in two weeks. When does Merle come around? He's an uncle now after all..." Another soft smile tugged at Daryl's lips. "If I didn't stop 'im, he would've already showed up at the hospital." Once more, you couldn't help but giggle. "He is that eager?" Your husband nodded. "Yeah. Had to make sure he stays seated on his impatient ass. Told 'im we gotta get used to all 'a this first. Give ya time to heal 'n settle as a family." "And he understood?" "Weirdly, yes." Your lips twitched up into a smile; a comfortable silence settling over the bedroom.

"Can ya believe we created somethin' so sweet 'n pure?" Daryl whispered - still totally in awe. You shook your head, "No. I still try to grasp it." and explained what you felt; reaching out to caress the newborn's soft, chubby cheek with your pointer finger. An adorable coo left the girl's pouty lips at your touch; face scrunching up in her sleep. "Same 'ere." You took one small hand in yours and traced each tiny finger. Daryl did the same; being so gentle and cautious. "Never thought tha' 'm capable of lovin' her as much as I do now. I'd kill for 'er. Hell, I'd rip the whole damn world apart for 'er," Daryl stated in a quiet voice; blue orbs stuck on his daughter. "Me too, Dar. Me too. I'm so incredibly happy that she's here now. Healthy and safe. At home with us where she belongs."

"Join me, babe? I miss being close to you." Daryl's heart fluttered at your words; a longing feeling spreading within him. "'Course I join ya. Jus' hafta take a shower first. Then 'm here for my girls." "Sounds good." You watched him stand up and heading for the door. "Hurry up." "Promise, sunshine."

About fifteen minutes later, Daryl slipped underneath the covers; having to (unfortunately) move Dog first. The Malinois shifted with a disapproving growl, but settled at yours and the biker's feet in the end. You had abandoned the pillows behind your back meanwhile and were now laying on the mattress. Daryl immediately turned on his side to face you - and the newborn between you. The biker's eyes travelled over the baby; carving each and every inch of her in his mind.

Your partner smiled, "Yeah..." and craned his head a bit in oder to press a tender, lingering kiss against the little girl's brown fuzz covered head.

"Welcome home, Ruby June Dixon."

But then Atlanta happened. Rick happened - and suddenly Daryl was cut loose. Something the archer didn't like at first. Unstable and wobbly to stand on his own two feet - to be his own man, but throughout the weeks and months, he slowly but surely learned to walk. He became more and more a part of the group. A valuable, important part.

You had stumbled over a bunch of those people you called family now already on day one of this shitshow. On the highway, as you wanted to flee as a single mom with your baby girl and tried to reach the highly praised refugee center in Atlanta. You first met Lori, Shane and Carl. Together with them, you bumped into Carol, her husband Ed and their daughter Sophia. Others found their way into the group as well and that's how you ended up in the camp at the quarry. That was where a - by now - very important man stumbled into your life... Daryl Dixon. He had been the first man in your life since almost two-and-a-half years. Since that day the bastard you had called your significant other once left you standing in the rain because you had gotten accidentally pregnant.

Daryl was different. You could tell from the first moment your eyes had seen him. A tough, stubborn redneck with a very short fuse. Hunted and troubled by his past. Having difficulties to show his emotions underneath all the anger. Rough around the edges but with a heart of gold. You knew he felt like he didn't belong; too attached to his older brother who had figuratively chained the younger man to himself.

During your (short) time at the CDC and the Greene farm, you and Daryl got closer. You were his first 'real' friend. Beside Carol. Someone he had opened the doors to his heart and soul for - even though just a crack. He was careful and needed time to gain trust - something you understood all too well. It wasn't you yourself who got closer to him, though... This friendship was owned by Willa - your baby girl. She - only God knew why - took a liking in the fascinating man. Her eyes constantly looking for him. Whenever you gave her the opportunity to practice her steps - especially in the safety of the farm, her first destination had always been Daryl. When he wasn't close, she was a little crotchety. Antsy. You could practically feel the uneasiness radiating off of her. When Daryl was around - or even better... Interacted, played and spent time with her, the world was alright.

Daryl didn't quite understand at first why such a pure, innocent tiny human found trust in a stained and tainted person like him. Therefore, he was reluctant and clumsy at first. Everything had been a little awkward - especially between you and the archer. But Willa had conquered the tough man's heart with the first pure, honest smile she gave him as he had picked her up into his arms for the first time. From that moment on, they were inseparable. A dream team. It was the cutest thing ever - and caused you to fight hard against developing romantic feelings for Daryl, which seemed to be a Herculean challenge. Still. You were still fighting - a losing battle. You could feel it... How your heart beat a little faster every time you locked eyes. The spark whenever you talked or he interacted with your baby girl. It was there. Unshakable. Undeniable. And you knew it wasn't gonna change anytime soon...

You, Willa and the group were huddled up in some kind of bar you had found on the outskirts of a little town for three days now. The longest you stayed in one place since months. And the best part of it? The bar had been monstly untouched. You found quite a few cans of food; beans, corned meet, tuna and even pudding. It was what the group desperately needed... Just to not move around for a while. Rest. Especially Lori, since she got closer and closer to her due date. Nevertheless, was everybody always on the edge; alarmed, tensed, prepared and with hightened senses - in case everything went south and the group had to flee.

You were upstairs in one of the living spaces the bar had; packing your bag. As quietly as possible since you didn't want to wake Willa yet. She was down for her nap; tucked inside a fluffy blanket on the way too big bed. Your plan was to accompany Maggie and Glenn on a small run into the little town. They wanted to look for more food and weapons, while you were interested in the baby store you saw as you drove through. Willa had been constantly losing more and more interest in breastfeeding - naturally. It had gotten a rare thing for her to nurse. She was way more interested in real food - already back at the Greene farm. So, you had started to try feed her complementary food - not one of the easiest tasks in the apocalypse. Baby food jars you found a while back and things like fruits or bites of cooked meat. Now, they were almost empty and you hoped to find more in that store.

"Y/N?" You heard Maggie's gentle voice from outside the door. "We're going in ten. You ready?" "Almost, yeah," you answered; whisper-shouting. "'Kay! Glenn and I will be at the car." Maggie's steps on wood could be heard as she walked away; fading quickly.

You zipped the backpack shut, shouldered it and lastly checked your knives attached to your belt, before you redirected your attention to the sleeping toddler again. You decided to wake her and tell her you'd be away for a while. You didn't want her to wake up without knowing where her mama was - but you knew exactly with whom you were going to leave her.

Her tired eyes visibly lit up as you said her favorite person's name. A bright smile stretched over Willa's face. So bright that her pacifier almost fell out of her mouth. The little girl bubbled excitedly. You giggled at her cute excitement. "Are you excited to stay with him?" Willa nodded; bobbing up and down on your arm. The archer didn't know yet what you were about to do - but you were pretty sure that he wouldn't have a problem with it. Although it was the first time Willa was going to stay with him alone without you around. Sure, you could've left her with the whole group. You trusted them a hundred percent, but... You trusted Daryl more. He was simply the best person your daughter could stay with. If someone could keep her safe and protected in the apocalypse, it was Daryl. You were sure of it.

"Baby..." You whispered softly and ran a gentle finger over her chubby cheek. She kept on sleeping at first; sucking like crazy on one of the pacifiers Daryl had scavenged for her, together with the teething ring she had desperately needed the past months, even though half her baby teeth were already there. "Willa, hey. Wake up, baby girl." You placed a hand on her tummy to gently shake her a little. The small girl peeled her eyes open; sleepy orbs which had the same color as yours focused on you.

You smiled down at her. "There you are, sweet girl," you said and dipped your head to kiss her cheek. "Hey." A tiny hand rubbed the sleep out of her eyes, while you untangled her from the warm blanket and lifted her up into your arms. "Mama?" Willa asked in a small voice; still slightly sleepy and noticeably a little confused of why you had woken her up. "Wun again, mama?" She continued to speak from behind her pacifier; seeing the backpack on your shoulder. You shook your head as you carried her out of the dusty room. "No, baby. We don't have to run again. Everything is okay for now," you instantly reassured her and pressed a kiss against her temple. "Mama is getting a few things outside, together with unlce Glenn and auntie Maggie - and you are going to stay with Daryl."

"I can go on tha' run, too. Or even alone. I can check it out fer ya if ya want. 'S no problem. Jus' say the word." You gave him another smile. "I know - and that's really super kind of you, but Willa is my daughter and I feel like I should go. Perhaps I - or well, Maggie, Glenn and I can find something for Lori's baby as well. I wanna contribute, you know?" The archer nodded; chewing on the inside of his bottom lip. "Yah, 'course. I got it. Jus', uh, be careful out there, yeah?" "Of course," you promised - and handed Willa over to the man. Something the little girl was visibly happy about. Daryl took her on his arm without hesitation - but with a questioning look on his face. He wasn't stupid. He knew what your plan was. He just couldn't grasp it.

Downstairs, you joined a few others of the group... Carol, Hershel and Beth. Lori and Carl were resting upstairs as well and Rick and T-Dog were on watch; patrolling around the house.

The moment Daryl saw you and Willa - sitting on the floor cross-legged, leaning against the wall and crafting new arrows, a soft smile darted over his lips. Almost unnoticeable - but it didn't slip your gaze. Just how his beautiful blue eyes seemed to shine a little brighter now.

"Dawel," Willa called out with a cute smile from behind her pacifier; waving at the man she adored so very much. Daryl immediately placed his tools aside and got to his feet. "Hey, lil' angel", he greeted the toddler; smiling, then nodded at you - a gesture that caused your heart to skip a beat. "Y/N." You smiled as well. "Hey, Dar." "Ya two good?" You nodded. "Perfect, thanks." The man's eyes landed on your backpack, "Ya gonna go on that run with Maggie 'n Glenn?" then on the little girl in your arms, who was constantly trying to reach for him; wriggling around on your arms. A few protesting grunts left her mouth. Daryl couldn't help himself from gazing down at her with a gentle, almost loving look in his eyes. "Yeah. Willa needs more baby food jars. We're almost out. I, uh, saw that little store as we drove through the town and wanted to check it out; see what I can find." Daryl listened to you attentively; while he had lifted one of his big hands to offer it Willa. She didn't hesitate and grasped at his thick fingers with both her little hands; gurgling happily and satisfied. And you? You had a hard time to keep the butterflies swirling around in your belly in check.

"Yer... Yer gonna leave 'er with me?" Daryl asked; quite a bit stunned at the fact that you trusted him with your daughter's life. Not the entire group. Him. You nodded and smiled. "Yeah. She's the safest she can be." Then you pressed a kiss against your daughter's cheek, "Bye, bye, baby girl. Be good for Daryl." and walked past the pair towards the exit. Daryl's eyes followed you as a blush crept up his cheeks at your words. Something that didn't go unnoticed by other eyes in the room...

The sound of an item hitting the floor managed to rip Daryl out of his thoughts. Looking down, he saw Willa's pacifier. Squatting down with a grunt, he retrieved the item and put it in his pocket. "Hey, ya little gremlin. Whatcha up to, huh?" Willa just giggled and snuggled against his chest; looking up at him with big, innocent doe eyes. Daryl just shook his head; heart roaring with the love and adoration he felt for this miniature human. "C'mon. We're gonna find sum'thin' we can play with until yer mama's back. How's tha' sound?" The little girl nodded excitedly which caused the mop of bright blonde little curls on top of her head to bounce. "Dawel pway!" "A'right, c'mon," the archer announced and let her carefully down until her little feet touched the floor. He knew that Willa would've liked it better if he had carried her around, but he wanted her to practice walking.

Coming to stand beside the farmer, Daryl let go of Willa's hands to give her the chance to walk on her own. She did. Pretty good. Her tiny feet pitter-pattered over the dusty, wooden floor; both men watching. The girl waddled to the stairs which led to the second floor - and started to confidently climb them. That was the moment Daryl's heart almost leaped out of his chest. His protective instincts rang every warning bell inside his head. "Willa, stop! Dun climb 'em stairs!" He called out and crossed the distance with three wide strides. His big hands found their way around the small girl's waist; picking her up and lifting her up into his arms again. Willa squeaked as Daryl grabbed her, then broke out in giggles. The archer shook his head. "Tha' ain't funny ya lil' gremlin. Ya could've hurt yerself."

Taking both her tiny hands in his way bigger ones, he intended to help her. Willa understood the assignment, of course, and started to take some confident steps. She was good, but Daryl wanted to help her get even better. Walking and running was a necessity in this world.

Willa led Daryl around the bar counter, through the room and back to the stairs - past Hershel, who smiled proudly at the toddler. "She's getting really good," the older man spoke; watching Willa take step after step after step. Daryl's eyes landed on Hershel and he gave a nod alongside his signature grunt. "She does, yah." "It's good for her development. The practice." "'S what I thought 's well."

In short distance, Hershel watched the scenes unfold in front of his eyes with a soft smile on his lips. He knew that Daryl wasn't Willa's biological father - but he definitely acted like it.

"Ya wanna go up into yer room to play, huh?" Will clapped her small hands. "Dawel Willa pway!" The archer nodded. "'Kay. Then let me get my crossbow real quick. Jus' in case." Daryl took his babysitter job very serious - and if the house should get overrun, he had to protect her first and foremost.

After retrieving his precious weapon, he carried both - the crossbow and Willa upstairs and into your room. "A'right. Wha' are we gonna play, lil' angel?" He asked as he firstly set the weapon down, then the girl; letting her walk around again. Willa instantly made her way towards the little corner in which the few toys she had were stored. She reached for a puzzle Daryl brought her from a run already a few months back. He smiled and sat down cross-legged on the floor. "Ya wanna do the puzzle?" Willa nodded and waddled back over to him. "A'right."

When the puzzle was done, Willa peeled every puzzle piece out of their places again; skilled, tiny fingers working hard - so that she and Daryl, of course, could do the puzzle again.

They puzzled together. Daryl helped her from time to time to guide her tiny hand gently and put the fitting puzzle piece where it belonged. Sure, it was an easy puzzle for toddlers with farm themed things carved out of wood - but a little difficult for an eighteen-month-old.

"Where does the duckie go, Willa?" The small girl eyed the puzzle piece in her hands thoroughly, then the free gaps on the wooden board who still missed their fitting puzzle piece. Daryl could practically see the gears turning in that small head - and it was one of the cutest things Willa could do. She moved her hand then - and indeed found the fitting gap for the duckie. The archer smiled, "Good job, angel. Yer gettin' better." and handed her the next puzzle piece - a corncob. "Now where does this go?" Willa looked at it - and without blinking guided it towards her mouth; intention clear. But Daryl quickly interfered to stop her with a small chuckle. "Nah, dun put tha' in yer mouth. Tha's yucky. Ya can't eat tha'." Willa huffed in protest and pouted, but let Daryl take the puzzle piece from her hand and into the fitting gap on the board.

About halfway through it, the little girl stopped and placed her small hand on the archer's. "Dawel?" His eyes met hers. "Yeah, lil' angel?" "Wee-wee." The man frowned; brain working hard to somehow translate her words and understand what she meant. "Wee-wee?" Willa nodded; wriggling around slightly and swayed to and fro. She had been doing that for a while now like he noticed. Daryl analyzed her behavior and combined it with her words - and suddenly it clicked. "Oh, 'o course. Ya hafta pee." Willa nodded again. "Sorry, angel, took me a second," Daryl apologized and quickly got to his feet; scooping the toddler up.

Daryl grumbled under his breath at the amateurish mistake; actually knowing that he should never leave a kid that age out of his sight. He had learned a lot these past months through you and Willa.

With quick strides, he tried to get her to the bathroom. Not outside. Even though the toilet wasn't working anymore, Daryl wanted her to learn it right - even in the damn apocalypse. He didn't get that far, though. About halfway down the hallway Willa stopped him with one simple word. "Uh, oh." The man looked down at the miniature human on his arm. "Too late?" She nodded. Daryl gave her a little smile; knowing it was anything but her fault. "'S okay, lil' angel. Ya tried. We're jus' gonna getcha into a fresh diaper, eh?"

It wasn't the first time for him. Daryl had changed her diaper before. Quite a few times actually...

"A'right, let's get this done, then we can work on tha' puzzle again, huh?" The archer said and sat her down on the bed back in the room with her little legs dangling over the edge. "Jus' hafta get a diaper," he kept talking and turned his back to Willa in order to search through the bag standing in the corner. "Where does yer mama keep 'em..." A mistake. It took him quite a hot minute to get what he was looking for. "Found 'em!" Because when he turned around again, the little girl wasn't sitting on the bed anymore. She had run off.

"Damnit." He held onto the fresh diaper and exited the room once again. "Willa?" She couldn't have gotten that far. "Where 'r ya, ya lil' gremlin?" Small, hearty giggles coming undoubtedly from somewhere down the hall revealed her position. Daryl couldn't help but smile and shake his head; heart skipping a beat. Little girl held his heart in a death grip - and so does her mama, he wanted to add but quickly dismissed the thought.

The archer found Willa only a few minutes later. She had ended up in the bathroom in which the toddler had unfortunately found a new activity - in the form of an old toothpaste tube. Willa's face and especially her little hands were already covered in toothpaste; ready to smear it about everywhere. She was seconds away from painting the wall - when Daryl intervened. Just in time. "Willa, no. Toothpaste ain't for the wall. 'S no paint, lil' gremlin. C'mere. We get ya cleaned up." The little girl just giggled and clapped her toothpaste covered hands; fascinated and happy. The archer shook his head with an amused smile and cleaned her face and hands with the bottle of water standing on the sick. While he was already at getting the toddler toothpaste free, Daryl also made quick work of changing her diaper. Therefore that Willa was no infant anymore, he could easily do that while she was standing.

After everything was done, the archer took the girl's hand and walked with her back to your room. On the way, though, Willa's attention got attracted by an abandoned handbag in the hallway; left behind without a care as the world ended. "Dawel," Willa addressed her protector and tugged at his hand to drag him over. Daryl agreed to the little detour and let the child discover the object - not without checking it himself first, of course. What if a knife or another weapon was inside the bag and Willa got hurt?

Once she got the permission, her little hands were quick to clear the bag and eye the different found objects curiously. The man watched her; always aware of his surroundings, though. Just in case. He got used to never letting his guard down. Never.

"Dawel, look!" Willa's excited voice got his wandering gaze directed back on her. "Whatcha found, angel?" He squatted down to get a closer look at the thing she held in her hands... A small, bright pink bottle of nail polish. Daryl smiled. Of course, it would attract her attention. It was shiny and pink.

"Nail polish, huh?" The girl blinked; Y/E/C locked with his ocean blues. "Na- Nawl-... Nawl pal?" Willa tried to pronounce the words. Daryl's smile softened. Cute. "Almost, angel. Nail polish." She looked at the man with a questioning gaze. "What is nawl pal-ish?" "'S for painting yer nails." The kid blinked; not quite able to follow him. "Look," Daryl said then, took the small bottle gently out of her hands, opened it and painted the tiny nail of her pointer finger; highly concentrated. He never did that before, after all. The nail polish was old and clumpy - but it still worked. Then he blew to get it to dry faster. "See?"

Willa's eyes widened in amazement at her now pink nail. A happy, squeaky giggle slipped past her lips, before she reached for the bottle again. The archer smiled - yet. Her small hands worked on getting the nail polish open again. "Hand," Willa demanded then; free hand wrapping around Daryl's big thumb. Now his eyes widened; realization dawning on him. Oh no... "Willa, I dun know if-" The instant pout and puppy dog eyes the child gave him made him cut off his sentence. How on earth could he say no to her? "Fine," he sighed and grumbled lowly under his breath.

"Carol? I, uh, need help," he said; approaching and still bouncing the crying girl on his arm. "She's been cryin' for minutes now 'n nothin' soothes 'er. Tried everythin'. She jus' wants her mama. I ain't her mama." Carol looked up at her best friend with a playful smile. "Yeah, I heard." Daryl scoffed, "Stop." and Carol suppressed a giggle. She actually couldn't blame the man. He didn't have much to do with children - until Y/N and Willa came into his life and he got chosen by the miniature human... "Is she hungry? Did you try to feed her?" He nodded. "Ate a lil' but actually didn't want anything." Carol stood up then and took a closer look at the little girl; trying to figure out what she needed. "She looks quite tired to me," the woman noted and ran a gentle hand through the child's blond curls. "Yah, I know, but how do I get 'er to sleep. She has 't calm down first." "Read to her," Carol suggested; smiling once more. "This worked with Sophia, too. Try it." Daryl chewed on the inside of his bottom lip and nodded. "'Kay. Thanks," he said; placing his free hand on Carol's shoulder for a moment and then turned to get a book. He had scavenged books for kids before so they had to be somewhere in your stuff.

Offering his hand to her - Willa went straight to work; messily painting Daryl's nails in the bright pink color. When she was finished, there was nail polish everywhere... On the floor, on her hands - on Daryl's hands. There was even a small handprint on his beloved angel winged vest. One that he noticed with a scowl but deep down adored very much. It was almost an Herculean task to get his and the toddler's hands clean again - without accidentally scrubbing the nail polish from his fingernails, of course.

Willa wasn't quite fond of yet another cleaning round but the archer noticed that she was getting tired in general anyway. No wonder... The sun had started to set and it was getting dark pretty fast. By the time Daryl carried her out of the bathroom again, she was crying; repeatedly asking for you. "I know, lil' angel, I know... But yer mama isn't back yet..." He tried to do everything in his Dixon power to soothe the crying girl. Without much success. Deciding he needed help, he went back downstairs to seek out Carol. He found her preparing some dinner over a small fire.

It didn't. Not at first at least, but the longer his deep, smokey and soothing voice urged to the toddler's ears, the calmer Willa got. Daryl noticed that it worked, of course and just kept going. At some point he felt that the hand she had placed on top of his around her torso slackened. The archer looked down and smiled; seeing that she had drifted off to sleep. Carefully, he put the book aside and adjusted his position, so that Willa laid more comfortably on his upper body. Once that was done, he literally froze in motion and refused to move even an inch; too afraid that she'd wake up again.

After blindly just grabbing one, he went back downstairs to make himself comfortable in that old armchair who stood in a side room of the 'bar'. He figured that would be the best place. He sat the still antsy, whining and sobbing Willa on his lap; securing her with on big hand wrapped around her torso and holding the book with the other. "'Kay. Let's read ya sum'thin' 'n try tha'. I know ya want yer mama, but she ain't here right now. Gotta put up with me. She'll be back soon, though. I promise, 'kay?" "Mama," was the only thing Willa answered; small hands rubbing her red, tired eyes.

Daryl sighed but started to read to her; hoping this was going to work out.

Not even an hour later, you returned from the run together with Glenn, Maggie - and a backpack full of baby food jars and some other useful stuff. Your first destination was Willa, of course. Your mother instincts were buzzing to see her again. Carol was so kind to point you into the right direction with a smile on her lips and something in her eyes you couldn't quite pinpoint. You peeked around the corner into the small, cozy but utterly dusty room; finding Daryl in that old armchair with Willa laying on top of him fast asleep. Your heart did that funny little flip thingy. You just knew it had been the right decision to leave her with him. She was safe and sound - and that was most important.

As he heard your steps on the wooden floor, the archer's eyes instantly lifted; meeting yours. "Hey," you whispered with a soft smile. The corner of Daryl's lip twitched slightly upwards. He gave you a nod in greeting. "Ya back?" You nodded; approaching. His beautiful blues roamed your body. "Ya okay? Everythin' went well?" Once more you bobbed your head in confirmation. "All good. Got a whole backpack of baby food jars." "Good. Tha's good."

"Thank you," you whispered; giving the sweet man across from you yet another smile. "For watching over her. For always keeping her safe." The archer blushed. "Dun hafta thank me. Goes without sayin'." You shook your head. "No, it's not. You are more of a father for Willa than her real dad ever was," you stated; voice laced with pure honesty. "Good night, Dar," you added with a smile and left the room before Daryl could even answer. Not that he had words for the things you just said anways. Your words hung thick in the air; lingered in the archer's head. He swallowed hard. More of a father for her than her real dad ever was. - that's what you had truly said. His cheeks burned even brighter, but the warmth also spread throughout his chest and touched his heart. Proudness. He felt proud. One of the few things he seemed to didn't fail in his life. One thing he got right - and he'd do anything to keep it that way. You and this precious little girl were his priority.

A beat of silence passed between the both of you, in which you just looked at each other. It wasn't unpleasant but at some point, the silence made Daryl a little... nervous and shy, so he broke it again.

"Ya, uh, want tha' lil' gremlin back, or...?" He spoke quietly. Another bright smile darted across your face. "I would take her upstairs yeah, and tuck her in. Get some sleep as well." Daryl nodded and cautiously and very gentle started to shift and move; transferring the little girl as smoothly and careful as possible. Luckily, she kept on sleeping. You held her in your arms; breathing in her scent. You would've lied if you said you didn't miss her. But worrying? No. You did not worry about her for even a second. Not when Willa was at the safest place on this God forsaken planet... Daryl Dixon's arms.