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...

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.

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.

"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.

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.

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.

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.

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

"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'."

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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

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.

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.

"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.

"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.

"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."

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."

Parenthood was definitely something you had to get used to. Both, you and Daryl knew that now. To do just that took you quite a while - which was nothing to be embarrassed about.

The biggest 'issue' was changing diapers, though...

You carefully placed Ruby on the changing table in her spacious room. "Alright, baby girl. Let's change your diaper, yeah?" You spoke to her in a soft voice; looking into her big blue eyes. "You and mama got this, right?" The little girl cooed and looked up at you; her tiny fingers curled into fists. You unbuttoned her onesie - the light blue one with the horses on it, and went to work.

Daryl, who had gotten ready to go on a quick run to the supermarket entered the nursery only a few moments later. You had almost run out of diapers and wipes - who'd have thought that?

"Darlin'? I'll be goin' now, 'kay?" You looked over at him for a moment; nodding, "Sure, baby. See you later." then redirected your attention to Ruby again. Daryl wanted to leave, but stood in the doorway to watch you changing your daughter a moment longer than he intended to. That's when he saw it. The way you struggled with wrapping her in a new diaper.

So, he decided to step in.

"Sunshine?" Your gaze drifted to him once again - confused that he was still here. "Yeah?" He smiled softly and stepped over to you. "C'mere. Lemme help ya. I think I know a trick or two." You blinked at him - a little surprised and stunned at his intention. In a positive way, though. "Um, uh, okay. Sure." You stepped aside to make some space for him. "If ya want to wrap 'er in a new diaper ya can grab 'er legs 'n gently lift 'er up a bit. Like tha'." His hand gently took Ruby's legs and lifted her bum a bit off the changing table. "Looks a bit... brutal, babe." He nodded. "Yeah, I know, but 's not. It's actually better for 'er hips. 'S hip-friendly." You blinked again. "It is?" He nodded and grabbed a fresh diaper with his free hand. "Yeah. Now ya can easily put the diaper underneath her 'n wrap 'er up." Daryl lowered Ruby's short legs again and quickly finished changing her, before she'd start to wriggle around too much or even cry. The newborn wasn't quite a fan of getting her diaper changed...

You looked at Daryl with big eyes; stunned. "How... How do you know that?" Your husband smiled bashfully and blushed, while he buttoned his daughter's onesie again. "I, uh, I read a book 'bout parenthood," he admitted shyly. "You did?" He nodded in confirmation - and you smiled. "Aww, baby... That's so adorable. I love that - and it already came in handy." "R-Really?" Daryl asked; blushing even more. "Ya dun think tha's, uh, weird?" You instantly shook your head, "No, it's not! It's great, Dar." and kissed his cheek before you lifted your daughter back into your arms; supporting her head. The biker smiled and watched you pass him by. "I'll get the diapers 'n wipes."

The first six weeks with the new member of the family passed quicker than anticipated. A lot of people visited you and Daryl but especially Ruby; wanting to meet the baby girl. Your family, his brother, friends. Literally everyone. She was the star - as it should be. The most important thing, though, was, that beside all the visitors and the adjustments you all had to make, you didn't forget to enjoy life as a little family. Alone time.

"Ya sure yer up for this?" Your husband asked in a slightly concerned voice as he watched you slip in your winter jacket. It was late November - very cold by now. But today it was at least not raining (or snowing) and actually a little sunny.

You nodded. "I am. Perhaps not a very long distance, but... A short walk will do me good." The biker nodded, "'Kay." and started to prepare the stroller. "But yer gonna tell me when we need to stop 'n go back, yeah?" "Of course, baby." He nodded - slightly hesitant but satisfied with your answer. "Good. 'M gonna get Ruby." Daryl walked down the hallway, vanished in the living room and made a beeline to the wooden crib in which his daughter laid. He looked inside - finding the newborn wide awake but not crying. He smiled. "Hey, lil' monkey," her father cooed in that deep, gravelly voice. "Yer awake, huh?" As if on cue, the girl yawned and rubbed her tiny hands all over her face. Daryl couldn't help but chuckle lowly. "Barely, got it." He gently slipped his hands underneath Ruby's small body to lift her out of the crib and into his arms. "Are ya gonna join mama, daddy 'n Dog on a lil' walk, baby girl?" A small grunt left the girl's pouty lips; fingers curled into fists against Daryl's chest. "I take tha' as a yes. Let's getcha ready then, huh?"

While Daryl quickly went upstairs to swaddle Ruby up in some warmer clothes than just a onesie, you put on your shoes and put Dog into his harness and on the leash.

Once your daughter was neatly tucked into the stroller and wrapped up in a thick blanket to keep her from the cold, the biker slipped into his warm winter jacket as well and a pair of shoes; getting ready. "A'right. Yer still okay, darlin'?" You nodded; giving your husband a smile. "Let's go." Together, you made your way outside; past the garden and the garden door. Daryl - being the supportive partner he was, pushed the stroller and guided Dog on his leash; not putting too much of a strain on you.

You left the ranch to your workers and walked down the 'street' - more like path; alongside the meadows and fields you owned. After a ten minute walk, you reached the paddock. Arrow came running immediately, of course, as soon as he saw and recognised you. You smiled; slowly making your way to him. "Hiii, my love," you greeted your animal best friend. After hugging his neck, you pressed a kiss to his muzzle. Arrow snorted and nibbled on your shoulder clad jacket. You giggled. "Yeah, I love you, too."

Daryl just watched with a soft smile on his lips; while gently 'rocking' the stroller to help his daughter fall asleep. He had also released Dog to let him run around a bit; sniff, explore and do his business - but always keeping an eye on the Malinois.

"Ya wanna go a bit further, sunshine? Or go back home?" You redirected your attention back to your husband. "Um... I think I could walk a little further. What about Ruby? Is she asleep?" Daryl peeked inside the stroller again, then shook his head. "Nah. She's a bit antsy. Tried to give 'er a pacifier, but she ain't wantin' it." You nodded. "Then let's head back. I got the feeling she's probably getting hungry. It's already been, uh, almost three hours since I lastly fed her, so..." "A'right. Let's go back then. Dog!" The Malinois picked up his head as his dad called out his name. "C'mere!" And he came running instantly. He was a well-behaved, well-trained dog.

You bid your goodbye to Arrow - and two other horses who came to say hello, and walked together with your family back towards the ranch. Dog was trotting ahead; Daryl was pushing the stroller with his left hand while his right hand was laced with yours.

A few feet in front of the open wooden gate which led to the ranch, Ruby started to cry - full force. Daryl tried his best to soothe her but without much success. "Think ya were right. Lil' monkey is hungry." You gave him a crooked smile. "Yep, sounds like it." "Shh, baby girl. We're almost home, 'kay? Yer mama ain't tha' quick on her feet yet."

Barely through the door to your home, you instantly got rid of your shoes, jacket and beanie and already made your way to the living room. Daryl freed the newborn girl from her cocoon and without doing more than kicking off his shoes, he followed you to the living room. Feeding Ruby was the priority. Your husband found you laying on the sofa; already prepared. You had slipped halfway out of your sweater and opened the nursing bra. With a smile, Daryl handed Ruby over to you. "There ya go, lil' asskicker." You giggled at his choice of words and took the girl carefully in your arms. Her tiny mouth opened and closed repeatedly; searching for her food source. Once you adjusted her, Ruby's lips instantly latched onto your breast to nurse.

Your husband stood there and just stared; pure love reflecting in his eyes. He'd never get tired of watching you breastfeed the tiny human you and him had created. It was something so precious. A sweet, almost intimate moment. You though, couldn't help yourself but to tease him a little bit. "You're not the only one anymore who gets big eyes when I get the girls out." Your partner blinked, eyes lifting to look into yours. Then he scoffed. "I ain't-" "I know, baby," you instantly interrupted him to reassure him, "I'm just teasing you." and winked. "C'mere." You stretched out your free hand. The biker smiled and immediately stepped over to you; feet working automatically. He took your hand in his bigger one; thumb brushing over your knuckles in a loving manner.

Eyes locked, you smiled at him. He leaned in to press a lingering kiss against your forehead. The both of you continued to watch the tiny girl nurse; admiring her little hands which clawed gently into your soft skin and the airy, breathy gulps that left her lips.

"You have to share now, babe," you stated then with a giggle; picking up the teasing again. "Share wha'?" Your husband asked; seated beside you and still holding your hand. "The girls."

Now the penny dropped.

The man playfully rolled his eyes but smiled that cute boyish smile. "I dun mind sharin' 'em." He shrugged his shoulders. "'S long as it is with this cute, lil' bundle of joy 'ere..." You giggled. "Soon as she stopped breastfeeding, they're all yours again." "How long is tha' goin' to take? Jus' askin'." "About two or three years. Give or take..." The biker's eyes widened. "Tha' long?" You nodded; giggling. "'Kay. I dun mind. 'S important for 'er, so..." You exchanged a look - and a laugh. "I love you." He gave your hand a squeeze. "I love ya, too, darlin'."

After Ruby was finished, burped and already on the verge of sleep, Daryl left the living room again to put away the stroller and finally get Dog out of his harness. It didn't take him long - about ten minutes, but when he returned to the living room, his daughter wasn't the only one asleep. You had slept in as well with Ruby on your chest. Daryl's heart skipped a beat; butterflies erupting in his stomach. It was one of the sweetest, most beautiful and precious sights he had ever seen.

"Guess Ruby wasn't the only one bein' tired after the walk," he muttered to himself and tiptoed over to the sofa to cover you with a blanket. Daryl smiled; watched his girls sleep for a moment, and then left the living room again.

Hopping out of the car of your very good friend, Annie, and waving her goodbye, you made your way back towards the sweet farmhouse you called home. Unable to walk past the stables without greeting your animal best friends on the way, you made a quick stop there; checking in on the horses and ponies and made sure everything was how it should be - given the fact that Daryl still didn't allow you yet to go fulltime back to work after the birth. You didn't like it, but deep down knew that he was right.

This was the first time in weeks - months, that you took a small break from being a mama; spending some time with your friend while Daryl watched over the baby. You didn't know you needed it, but by god, you did. It was nice to see Annie again - other people in general and to just go out a bit. That sounded like you didn't enjoy being a mother - which was absolutely not true. You loved it with all your heart, but sometimes a break was important. Now you were back home - and couldn't wait to spend the rest of the day with your husband and daughter.

"Babe?" You called out in a hushed voice after closing the door behind you. "I'm home!" You received no answer - but got greeted nevertheless. Dog heard you - of course, he did - and came running from the living room. His paws hitting the floor was an unmistakable sound. You smiled and stopped in your movement to take off your shoes and squatted down instead; getting into position to greet Daryl's (yours kinda too, but mostly Daryl's) dog.

"Heeey, buddy, hi." Dog was definitely excited to see his mum again. He squeaked in sheer excitement; tail wagging. You buried your hands in his thick fur to pet and cuddle him. The canine in return gave you that cute, stupid grin he often wore before his tongue darted out to lick your face. "Dog!" You giggled; squeezing your eyes shut. "Yeah, you're such a good boy. The best, in fact."

After some cuddles and belly rubs, you picked up the task to get rid of your shoes (and jacket) again, then tapped your thigh to tell Dog to follow you.

"C'mon, buddy. Time for dinner." It was, in fact time for his dinner. You prepared his meal in the kitchen; the canine not once leaving your side. Nevertheless, he waited patiently. Again, Daryl had taught him really well.

After Dog was fed, you decided to look after your family. Given the fact that your husband didn't hear you coming home, you assumed that he was upstairs with Ruby. So, you climbed the stairs - and as soon as your foot hit the top stair, you could hear it... Quiet music. Not a children's song, though. It was Nirvana. Something you got used to hear, since it was your partner's favourite band. If you guessed correctly, it was the song 'Heart-Shaped Box'.

Since the music was really on low volume, it was hard to detect where it came from. Only one way to find out... You made your way down the hallway; passing each room - and found your destination... Your daughter's room.

The door to the room was ajar - presumably so that Dog could slip inside if he wanted to. Nirvana played quietly in the background and you could clearly hear your husband talking. With a smile, you opened the door just a little wider and peeked inside. Daryl sat in the hammock chair with Ruby on his left thigh. One big hand held the tiny girl safely tucked against his belly, while the other hand was holding a photograph. You instantly noticed the small box you only knew too well standing close by on the changing table. It was Daryl's old and rusty 'memory' box; filled to the brim with pictures.

"See? 'N tha's yer mama and me on our first bike trip almost seven years ago. We did the route 66. It was real good. When yer older, 'm probably takin' ya on such a trip too. Wha' do ya think, lil' monkey?" Ruby's eyes were practically glued to the picture; looking at the object utterly fascinated. Of course, she didn't know yet what this even was what her father was showing her. "You 'n me on a daddy-daughter vacation?" Her little arms flailed at hearing Daryl's voice again; tiny feet kicking. She was definitely a quirky one. A squeaky coo left her lips - which Daryl took as a yes, for sure. Your partner chuckled, "Yah, thought so." and dipped his head to kiss her chestnut hair covered head. You leaned against the doorframe and watched them with a smile on your lips.

Then the biker placed the photo back inside the box and picked up another one. "Tha's yer daddy back when he was a young man with the first bike he bought. Think I was barely eighteen. Fuck, tha' was almost twenty-three years ago... Was real cheap 'n halfway broke, but I fixed it again. Spend hundreds of bucks to get tha' damn thing goin' again. Took me almost half a year. But once it was mobile..." Daryl ended his telling with a smirk and a shook of his head.

He replaced the photograph in his hand once more. "And tha's me 'n yer uncle Merle on the day he opened his workshop." The man explained and shook his head again. "He's a damn pain in the ass, yer uncle, but he's blood. 'M missin' that bastard."

Yep, you'd have to definitely teach Daryl to not use swear words, once Ruby would start to talk - which would be most likely the challenge of your life, but well... Luckily your daughter didn't quite understand yet what you two were saying...

Ruby sighed greatly and stuck a tiny fist to her mouth; starting to suckle on it. This didn't go unnoticed by Daryl, of course. "Ya hungry, baby girl, huh? Think so." He placed the photo back in the box and closed the lid. "C'mon. We getcha sum'thin' to eat."

That was the moment you decided to make yourself noticeable. "I can feed her, if you want."

Your husband's eyes instantly snapped up to face the door. He smiled. "Hey, darlin'. Back again?" You nodded; "Mhm." giving him a smile in return and crossed the small distance between you and your little family. Leaning down, you captured Daryl's lips with yours in a lingering, sweet kiss. His free hand reached out instantly; cupping yours. "Was it good? Had some fun with Annie?" "Yeah, it was great." "Tha's good."

Your eyes flickered down to your daughter then. Crouching down to be on eye-level with her, you peppered her tiny cheek with kisses and making her squeak and laugh. "Hiii, baby girl." Her hands felt your face; fingers almost poking out your eye, but you didn't care. After greeting them properly, you used your husband's strong thigh to push you back up on your feet. Your fingers were still intertwined with his. Daryl didn't let go of you just yet.

"And you two? What were you two up to?" You asked then with a smile; looking at the memory box, then back at Daryl. He smiled. "I was showin' the lil' monkey all my bikes 'n old pictures." "While listening to Nirvana?" You pointed out the music which still played softly in the background - clearly from the small bluetooth box. "Yea, 'course. Gotta teach 'em young."

You couldn't help but chuckle. "Well, yeah, but... Isn't she a little too young yet?" Your husband shook his head, "Nah. Ruby's likin' it, ain't ya, lovebug?" and redirected his attention to his daughter; lowering his head to blow a raspberry on her neck - which caused the little girl to squeak excitedly. "See?"

You crossed your arms over your chest and lifted an eyebrow; smiling. "To me it seems that she's just overall excited to be with her daddy the whole afternoon." Daryl smiled proudly at your words and gave your hand a squeeze. "Yah, that, too."

A moment of silence passed in which you just smiled at each other. Then you squeezed his hand back.

"Come on. I believe we got a mouth to feet." The biker nodded and got up; Ruby tucked against his belly. "Lead the way, darlin'."

Daryl woke up early the next day. Way too early. The sun didn't even entirely rise yet. It was just the break of dawn. With a sleepy glance out of the huge French door, he realized quickly that it was indeed way too early to be up. At least on the day after your wedding.

With a groan, he fell back in the softness of the bed underneath him and loosely draped an arm around your still sleeping form. He tried to join you in dreamland again; have a few more ours of sleep - but the scratch in his throat didn't quite let him. His body was begging for a glass of water - relentlessly. The biker tossed and turned; tried so hard to ignore it, but it was in vain. In the end, he gave in with an annoyed grunt and got out of bed.

Still on the verge of sleep and definitely more asleep than awake, Daryl made his way downstairs - somehow. It was a wonder he didn't stumble down the stairs. Dog, who was sleeping right outside the bedroom in one of his countless dog beds was just eyeing him with a crooked head; confused by his dad's rather strange behaviour.

Once he managed to move his tired - and entirely naked body downstairs, Daryl made a wonky beeline to the kitchen. Well... Actually to his glass which always stood at the same spot on the counter. He needed two tries to actually grab it. Then he switched on the tap to fill up the glass.

Not even once did the biker notice the familiar eyes that followed his every move. Neither did he notice the rather loud and kind of obscene slurping noises which came undoubtedly from across the adjacent dining room; his brain still too sleepy to register anything. Until...

"Sweet buttery baby Jesus... Ya look like ya scavenged the finest dumpside in town with a horde of crazed raccoons."

The voice of his older brother managed to throw Daryl entirely off track. He coughed up the water he just wanted to swallow and spilled it all over the kitchen sink. Without thinking, he spun around to face the 'intruder'. "Merle?!" Daryl literally squeaked out; seeing his brother sit at the dining table without a care in the world - as if he was at home, munching on a bowl of his younger brother's cornflakes with that signature smirk on his lips.

"Wha' the fuck 'r ya doin' here?! Are those my cornflakes yer eatin'?!" Daryl halfway yelled at the older Dixon; totally appalled and shocked. His brain was still rebooting. He blinked. "'N how'd ya get even inside?!" Merle just shrugged his shoulders and kept on munching on the bowl of cornflakes, "Woke up early, had a nice, truly intense mornin' wank, then got bored 'n hungry. Yer lil' helper let me in. The one with the blond hair. Said 'm family."

Daryl groaned; pinching the bridge of his nose. Sam...

"Fuckin' hell, ya can't jus' walk in here as if it's your damn place! 'S not! 'S private! I dun wantcha snoopin' 'round mine 'n Y/N's house!" Daryl stated in a firm voice, then looked at his older brother again - but all he was met with was a dirty grin. "Decided to give yer big boy balls some breathin' space this morning?" Merle said smugly and looked straight at Daryl's crotch. Said man didn't realise just yet that he didn't bother to put on some underwear when he left the bed five minutes ago.

He frowned; not quite getting what the older Dixon meant - until the wires finally connected in his brain and it fell like scales from his eyes. Daryl's facial color instantly turned into a deep, deep shade of red and he tried desperately to cover up his most private parts - in vain, of course, because it was way too late for that. Merle saw everything - and laughed at his brother's admittedly adorable embarrassed behaviour. "Ya act like I haven't seen ya naked before. All those times we bathed together in the river..." Daryl scoffed. "Tha' was over twenty years ago, Merle! We were kids!"

His brother just shrugged his shoulders.

"Back then, baby brother, yer lil' weenie at least didn't look like it does now. Like one of them sad balloons after a party's over. All wrinkled, saggin', deflated..." "What the hell?!" The younger Dixon exclaimed; gaze drifting between Merle and his crotch. "It ain't! Stop lookin' at my dick, ya pervert!" Merle just chuckled again, while Daryl's eyes searched almost frantically for something to get him a little more decent. He ended up with a towel and haphazardly tied it around his hips.

"Baby brother got lucky last night, huh?" The older man stated then; wriggling his eyebrows after slurping down the remaining milk in the bowl. Of course, he had seen the hickeys on his neck. Plus, Daryl was naked. Merle probably wasn't the brightest bulb in the box, but that was an easy calculation.

The younger man rolled his eyes and turned to refill his glass again; giving it a second try. "Yeah, so what?" His brother smirked. "Was it loud? Or ya bein' all tender 'cause the lady is havin' your bun in the oven? Huh? Little baby Dixon cookin' while you're-"

Daryl had - like so often heard enough of Merle's relentless teasing. He loved his brother. Dearly. Without a doubt. But sometimes, he just wanted to stra- "Shuddup! Ain't yer damn business!" He almost yelled and stalked in a few long strides over to the dining room, grabbed his brother by his shirt and pulled him off the chair. "No out with ya! Go home, Merle! Yer ain't drunk anymore, so time to go!" Merle chuckled but lifted his hands in surrender and made his way out of the kitchen and towards the main door. "I jus' got married, I can't be dealin' with yer sorry ass right now." "Alright, alright, baby brother. Calm down, will ya? This is jus' uncle Merle foolin' around a lil'." Daryl 'shoved' the man out onto the porch. "Go home. See ya." "Bye bye, baby brother," Merle waved at him like a toddler. "Hurry back to yer lady. And do nothing I wouldn't do!"

The biker closed the door behind Merle with a groan; pinching the bridge of his nose again. What a way to wake up...

He ran a hand over his face, gulped down another glass of water and went back upstairs. Hopefully the rather loud noises didn't wake you... They didn't seem to wake Dog, at least. The Malinois was still napping at the same spot where Daryl had seen him earlier. His dog bed.

Making a quick stop at the bathroom to discard the towel around his hips and throw it into the laundry, he returned to the bedroom. Daryl quietly stepped inside and closed the door behind him. His gaze fell instantly on the bed - on you, and to his dismay and delight were you awake; smiling at him. "Good morning," you greeted him and moved to sit up further in bed. "Where have you been, baby? And what was the noise all about?"

The man sighed. You heard it.

"Merle," said your husband as he walked towards the wardrobe to get a fresh pair of underpants. "Merle?" He nodded. "Was goin' downstairs to drink somethin' and then he jus' sat in our kitchen, eatin' my cornflakes." You blinked. Stunned. "He... what?" "Yeah. Saw me naked 'n all..." Your heart dropped into your gut, "I-Is he still here?" and you instinctively pulled the sheets around you higher to cover yourself up. "Nah. Threw him out 'n told him to piss off. He's goin' home now." "C-Can he? I-I mean, isn't he hung over?" Your partner shook his head and joined you back in bed. "Nah. Bastard can drink way more than ya think." "Okay..." You paused and blinked again; still trying to grasp this admittedly crazy story. Daryl inched closer to cuddle against you; head resting against your bare upper arm and shoulder. Instinctively, you buried your hand in his short curls; gently massaging his scalp. "How did he even get in?" Your husband sighed. "Sam let him in, 'cause he said he's family." You groaned; understanding the young man's motives but also you didn't. "Perhaps we should rethink again who we give a key to our house..." Daryl hummed; agreeing with you. "Yeah, we prolly should." You nodded; loosely intertwining your free hand with his. The biker appreciated your touch. His thumb started to caress your knuckles.

"What did your brother want? Was he just... hungry?" Your husband shrugged his shoulders, "Said he was bored, too." then shook his head. "Damn bastard saw me naked 'n teased me 'bout us havin' sex last night." You grimaced but also couldn't help the giggle which slipped past your lips. You knew Merle by now very well, of course. Knew how the older Dixon ticked, and how much he loved to get on Daryl's nerves.

"Oh, no, baby, I'm so sorry about that..." You said and angled your head to press a kiss against his forehead. "We just did what most couples do in their wedding night, I reckon." He nodded but pouted. "Yah, I know tha'. 'S jus'... private. Didn't need 'im pry into our life like tha'. Our love life ain't none of his business."

You gave him a compassionate look but also agreed with him. What you did with Daryl behind closed doors was not for the public eye. "You're right, Dar. But Merle is Merle. You know him. Just ignore his stupid comments, and focus on me instead," you stated with a smile. "Focus on the wonderful night and wedding we had." The biker's face softened. He looked up at you with his stunning blue eyes; chewing on his lip. Without saying a word, he shifted and changed his position to face you directly. Another moment passed, before he captured your lips with his in a lingering kiss.

When you ended the kiss, you found your husband chasing after your lips; clearly wanting more. "We should get up and take a shower." Daryl grunted in response and started to pepper your cheek and neck with tiny kisses; not missing out the sensitive spot behind your ear.

"Daryl..."

He didn't listen - just continued to drag his lips all over your skin.

"Your beard tickles."

He still didn't stop and rather moved to your collarbone.

"Dar..."

This time, he really stopped and gave you that boyish half smile before he tackled your body - gently, because of the baby, of course - underneath the soft, comfy blankets; almost suffocating you with his desperate lips on yours. It was borderline obscene; his tongue licking inside your mouth.

"Babe!" You giggled breathlessly; shaking your head. He just chuckled lowly in return and pulled you as an apology against his side; providing his arm as a pillow for your head. "Sorry, sunshine. Jus' had ta make sure I ain't still dreamin'... 'Specially after tha' nightmare half an hour ago..." He smiled and shook his head; calloused fingers starting to play with the silvery band around your ring finger. "Yer truly mine now. Completely. Head to toe." You giggled once again, and reached for his free hand - the tattooed one - to take it in yours. Your pointer finger traced the small, red heart he had tattooed on the back of his hand. It held your initials. The first letter of your name. You had the same heart on your hip. You got that both around your seventh anniversary.

You smiled; biting your lip. "Yeah..." You began, while your eyes fixated on the equally silvery band on his ring finger. "Who would've thought that Mr. Daryl fucking Dixon was ever getting married some day and settling down... Me certainly not after we ended up in that motel room for the first time." Your husband scoffed and shook his head with a small grin. "Not a damn soul, cowgirl. Not even the man himself - 'n now here we are." You giggled, "And now here we are." and quoted him, as you dipped your head in order to catch his lips in another loving, intense kiss. Daryl welcomed your mouth on his, of course and leisurely let his lips get entangled with yours.

After parting again, you just looked at the man you loved for a long moment before you started to move again - much to Daryl's dismay. "Where 'r ya goin'?" "We should really get up now and take that shower," you stated and sat up. He groaned. "C'mon. Since when are you a morning grouch?" "Since I got married," the biker deadpanned - making you laugh. "No excuse, baby. There's a lot of work still waiting for us - and I bet my family is coming over soon to help, so..." Daryl propped himself up on his elbow; only listening half-heartedly to your words. His eyes were fixated on your bare back. His free hand reached out to caress your spine; fingertips dancing almost seductively over your shoulder blades and down your arms.

It caused you to shiver - and you noticed how distracted your husband really was.

"Dar, were you even listening to me?" He shook his head - unbeknownst to you. "Honestly? Nah. Was way too distracted by yer beauty." You scoffed and shook your head but smiled. "You had me naked in your arms all night and you still can't get enough?" "Never. Since the first time I saw yer stunningly gorgeous body. Now so even more."

You smiled; couldn't help but feel the flutter in your stomach at his words. The love which ran so deep through your veins. "Well, thank you, and vice versa, but... We still have to shower now. And since I'll be also naked in the shower - logically, you can continue to admire the beauty of your wife in there, huh? How does that sound?" Daryl moved to sit up beside you; giving you that cute crooked smirk. "A'right, yeah. Sounds like a good compromise," he finally gave in, "Let's go." and rolled out of bed.

Being the gentleman he was, he helped you out of the bed, of course - given your condition, and walked you to the bathroom.

BIKE-TRIP DAY 17:

Five days and two cities later, you and Daryl were cruising down the old route 66 to get to Flagstaff - a smaller city in Arizona. Flagstaff was the last stop before you'd reach two metropolises which were an absolute highlight on this trip and simultaneously the last two stops on this bike trip and the route 66. Only Daryl knew that, though. Everything was still a surprise for you.

The city was a stopover. You'd hit the road tomorrow morning again. So, Daryl gassed up and took you out for dinner, before you checked into the motel for the night.

"Ugh, I need a shower now," you stated as you shrugged off your biker gear. It had been quite pleasantly warm today. A beautiful day with lots of sunshine and a blue sky. Daryl's chuckle urged to your ears from beside you, as he was shedding his own gear. "Yeah, me too." He looked over; meeting your eyes with a smile. "Mind if I join ya, darlin'?" You reciprocated his smile, "Not at all." and pulled your t-shirt over your head, before sprinting direction bathroom. "Last one's in the shower has to do the laundry next!" "Wha- Hey!" You heard Daryl literally exclaim from behind you, alongside the clinking of a belt. You giggled and took a sharp left turn to vanish in the bathroom, where you hastily worked on shedding the rest of your clothes. Daryl, though, was hot on your heels - you knew it. Nevertheless, you couldn't stop yourself from teasing and challenging him. "C'mon, old man! Where are you at, huh?" Your playful words echoed through the motel room. No second later, you heard him scoff. "Pf! Old man my ass! 'M gonna getcha, dun worry!"

Giggling in amusement and victory, you stripped off the last article on your body - namely your socks and took a quick look around the bathroom. Daryl was nowhere to be seen. Triumphantly, you stepped over to the shower and set the first foot inside - almost. Two arms suddenly wrapped around your middle out of nowhere, easily lifted you up in the air and away from the shower cabin. You couldn't do anything than squeak up in surprise; eyes widening. Before you could even react, had your partner put you down behind him again and entered the shower; switching on the water. "Told ya, I'd getcha." The biker smirked mischievously and crossed his arms over his broad chest. "Have fun with the laundry, darlin'."

Now you were the one who scoffed. Crossing your arms over your chest as well, you pouted. "That's not fair, Dar." He chuckled. "Yeah, it is. I won. Fair 'n square. Yer jus' a sore loser." You pouted even more, but knowing he was actually right. Daryl chuckled once again and opened his arms. "Stop yer adorable poutin' 'n get yer cute ass in here. Dun wantcha to catch a cold or sum'thin'. 'S warmer in here."

You couldn't help but smile and join him in the shower; laundry forgotten. Your partner immediately embraced you and pressed your naked body against his already soaked, warm one. You smiled up at him and lifted your hands to smooth a few wet strands of hair out of his face, before resting them on his shoulders. "There ya go," Daryl smiled as well and gently dragged you with him underneath the jet of water. "'S better, ain't it?" You nodded and stood on your tiptoes to reach his lips. Your partner gladly accommodated and dipped his head to meet you halfway.

Showering together was something you both enjoyed. It was another level of intimacy and proximity. Feeling the other close, helping each other getting clean was... nice.

Daryl watched you get dressed as he slipped into a fresh pair of underwear as well. "Yer period finally released ya from its claws?" Your partner asked softly; caring. You nodded with a smile. "Uh.Huh. Two days ago, actually. Why?" You looked over to him - just in time to see him looking away. "Jus' askin', y'know," he simply said with a shrug of his shoulders. "I jus' care about ya."

You instantly noticed that he was something not telling you. And the way he averted your gaze made this scenario even more suspicious... "I know there's more, handsome. You gonna tell me?" The biker instantly blushed and started to fumble with his fingers nervously. "W-Well, uh..." He huffed; trying to find the right words. "I jus'... miss ya, 's all."

You knew what he meant. Your brain connected the dots within seconds.

Your expression softened, "Oh, babe..." and you stepped closer to him. Your hands found his blindly. "Why didn't you tell me right away?" The redness on his cheeks deepened; reaching his ears now. "'Cause I didn't wanna make ya feel pressured or somethin'..." You gave him a soft smile. "I get that, but... Communication is key, remember? I don't want you to suffer." He reciprocated your smile and tugged at your intertwined hands to reel you in and hug your body close against his. A big, deep sigh escaped your partner's lips as he felt your barely clothed skin against his.

"I can control myself, ya know tha'. I ain't a horny teenager. For me, 's all 'bout you bein' comfortable, sunshine." You giggled. "I am aware of that, Mister Dixon, and that's truly sweet of you. I appreciate that very much and you know it, but..." You let your lips trail over his chest; skimming the skin before pressing a delicate kiss on his left pectoral. "I feel very comfortable right now - or well... again."

A shaky breath left his lips. Your touch and your words sent a shiver down his spine.

"Ya really sure 'a that, darlin'?" Once more, you nodded. "Positive." Daryl smiled - unbeknownst to you. Hearing your loud and clear declaration of consent, his hands wandered from around your waist to your hips. The biker lowered and angled his head to indulge you into a sweet, lingering kiss, while his thumbs hooked underneath your panties to slide them past your bottom and thighs; letting them carelessly fall to the ground. Then he wrapped both his strong arms back around you and slightly bend his knees to lift you off the bathroom floor. It forced you two to break the kiss - which wasn't the end of the world, 'cause more kisses were going to follow.

A small giggle escaped your lips as you felt your feet suddenly dangling in the air. "C'mon, sweet girl," your partner uttered in that deep, husky voice you loved so much. Out of instinct, you wrapped your legs around his middle and let him carry you wherever he wanted. Most likely the bed.

Your assumption was correct. He did make a short stop at the small table in the corner, though, on which his open bag was. Still holding you up with one arm, he rummaged through his bag with the other. "What are you doing, babe?" You asked with a small giggle; hands caressing his broad shoulders. He huffed. "Need a rubber, darlin'. Or do ya wanna do it without one?" Some mischief was swinging in his voice.

You blushed. Hard. And were very glad that he wasn't able to see it in that moment. You truly would've forgotten to use protection. Big oops.

"O-Oh, uh, gods... No, I, um," you stammered. "Just forgot about it for a hot minute." A chuckle rumbled through your boyfriend's chest. "Lucky thing ya got me then, huh?" Daryl stated and walked you over to the bed after he had found what he was looking for. He sat down on the edge of the surprisingly soft mattress with you sitting on his lap. Tapping your thighs, he signalled you to get on your knees so you were kneeling over him. "Mhm," you answered in return; already very distracted by watching the man beneath you shedding his underwear.

A hot tingle rippled through your core and spread out throughout your whole body. You bit your lip.

Daryl ripped the condom open with his teeth and quickly applied the safety measures, before entirely redirecting his attention on your stunningly beautiful body right in front of him.

And how hard he paid attention, oh boy...

A shiver ran down your spine; spreading throughout your whole body as Daryl's work-worn, yet gentle and loving hands settled on your hips, before they travelled up your sides. His fingertips grazing the supple skin; mapping out your beautiful curves. His hooded, wide-blown orbs constantly flickered between your eyes and his hands. "Daryl..." You whispered his name as your own palms glided over his bare chest - feeling the ridges and bumps of his scars, up his shoulders before they settled in the nape of his neck, where your fingers started to play with his chestnut brown curls.

Your partner locked his eyes with yours once more. Then he slowly dipped his head to trail a path of kisses from your belly up to your sternum. Your eyelids fluttered shut; enjoying the sensation of his touch - of the love he was showing you. His greying goatee tickled and slightly scratched the sensitive skin which managed to pull a delicate gasp from you. Daryl shortly nipped at the underside of your breast only to soothe the little pain with his tongue a mere moment later. Your grasp in his hair tightened, and you found yourself whispering his name once again. It seemed to do the trick. He finally connected your mouth to his then; pulling you down to meet his lips. It was a loving yet passionate kiss.

Once you had to part during lack of oxygen in your lungs, you rested your forehead against his; eyes still closed. For a moment you feared that your legs would give in - unable to keep you up on your knees anymore. Well, collapsing onto Daryl's lap wouldn't be such a bad thing - given the circumstances...

The biker's hands twitched on your sides; thumbs caressing the curves of your breasts. "So beautiful," he murmured, was totally in awe. "Still can't believe yer mine sometimes..." His words put a smile on your face. It may have not seem to be like that at the beginning but this man was all you ever wished for and dreamed about to have someday.

"I am, Dar... I am right here - and I swear I'm not going anywhere. Never," you stated in a soft voice as your palms went to cup his cheeks now. Daryl gave you that stunningly handsome half smile you loved so much before he slowly lowered himself back against the cosy bedsheets. His hands slid downwards as well. "C'mon," he whispered and tapped the back of your thighs. "Wanna make love to ya." You smiled and shifted; following your partner's lead. He moved to slip underneath the covers; laying on his side. "C'mere, sunshine."

You didn't let yourself tell that twice, of course.

You joined him and cuddled closer. He made sure the blanket was snugly wrapped around the both of you before he positioned to spoon you - chest pressed against your back. His head immediately dropped to the crook of your neck, where he left dozens of tiny kisses while the arm which wasn't acting as the pillow for your head dipped lower. The biker caressed the supple skin of your thigh, then angled it up gently to grand him better access. You caught his drift, of course, and helped him; bending your knee. His touch on your thigh vanished - leaving you instantly aching for more. Your longing was soon to be tended to, though, since the absence of his hand was for the greater good... To help him connect your bodies in the most intimate way possible.

When his hips met yours slipped a moan past your lips; hands fisting the blanket. "Ya okay, darlin'?" Daryl's sweet voice urged to your ears. His lips on your shoulder followed; leaving a lingering kiss there. You nodded. "Yeah, yeah, 'm okay. It's just... you know..." You reassured him instantly. Your partner hummed against your skin. He knew. Of course, he did. It wasn't the first time you still felt the... aftermath of your period. "'S okay when I move?" Once again you nodded. "Please... Just... Can we take it slow?" "'Course, sunshine. Anythin' ya wish. Jus' wanna feel ya."

Your smile even brightened. You couldn't help but turn your head to look over your shoulder and kiss him. It was a bit of an awkward angle for you, but you couldn't care less. Daryl eagerly reciprocated the kiss - and started to roll his hips against yours in gentle waves. You gasped into his mouth. "Tha' okay? Tell me if I need ta go slower." "No, baby, it's perfect. You are perfect." The biker just smiled and kept kissing you leisurely. His free hand resting comfortably on your hip. You had one hand still gripping the sheets while the other reached behind you to tangle itself into Daryl's tousled curls.

Due to the slow pace you both lasted longer than usually, but in the end jumped off the cliff together nonetheless. It was inevitable - luckily.

With a low grunt and a short twitch of his muscles stilled Daryl behind you. Both of your breaths were laboured. Once again he lowered his head to rest in the crook of your neck; hand pulling you even closer. Together, you bathed in the afterglow for a few long moments. 'I love you's' were mumbled and exchanged, just like little pecks and affectionate caresses.

Finally, though, your partner moved; the used barrier of protection around him getting uncomfortable. He quickly took care of the 'issue' and returned to snuggle up against you in no time. This time he wrapped both his arms firmly around your waist and bend his knees to fit perfectly against you - like two pieces of a puzzle.

"Mhhh," you hummed and closed your eyes again. "This is wonderful." "Mhm," Daryl agreed with you wholeheartedly. "If that's what paradise looks like, I never want to leave." A small chuckle slipped over the biker's lips. "Yeah, same. 'S perfect." You turned in your boyfriend's embrace to face him and fully hug him; drowning in his warmth, love and scent.

BIKE-TRIP DAY 18:

Daryl was the first to wake up the next morning. The pleasantly warm spring sun was shining through the flimsy motel room curtains; casting a soft orange-yellow-ish glow. Unlike the biker, you were still fast asleep. Laying on your side and facing him; snuggled up in your blanket. Daryl couldn't help but smile. His blue eyes never left your sleeping features as he was silently admiring you. But as he reached out to tuck a loose strand of hair which had fallen into your face back behind your ear, you stirred. A soft frown was etched into your forehead as your eyes slowly fluttered open.

"Daryl?" You mumbled; rubbing the sleep out of your eyes. The biker sighed. "Sorry, sunshine. Didn't mean to wake ya." You merely shook your head, "It's okay." and gave him a sleepy smile. "Were you watching me?"

A soft blush crept on his cheeks.

"Yeah... Jus' couldn't help myself... Yer so beautiful," Daryl stated in a quiet voice, then shook his head. "I still can't believe sometimes how goddamn lucky I am... Ya could've chosen any man 'n yet ya chose me. Even after everythin' I did..." You rubbed the remaining sleep out of your eyes and smiled at him again. Properly. "Daryl..." You spoke with a soft voice and inched closer to the man laying beside you. "You know I'm here to stay. I told you yesterday, so you better believe it," a small giggle escaped your lips as you cupped his cheek. "Besides am I the lucky one, you know..." He merely shook his head. "Nah. 'M 'n assho-" "Stop it, babe," you firmly interrupted him right away, before he was able to speak such ill words about himself. "Don't look back in the past. Direct your eyes to the future." You gently lifted his head for him to look straight into your eyes. "It's forgiven, my love."

The biker couldn't do anything but smile softly; too overwhelmed by your words. He turned his head to pepper your palm with tiny kisses, whispering 'I love you' in between them. "I love you, too," you stated; thumb caressing the stubbly skin. You leaned over slowly. With closed eyes, your lips met your partner's in a sweet, slow kiss. Parting again with a gentle pop, the both of you smiled at each other; eyes speaking a language of pure, honest love.

A heartbeat passed, before Daryl indulged you in yet another kiss. His hands settled on your hips to pull your body on top of his; the feeling to have you close overwhelming. You didn't even think about protesting.

"We should get up..." The man beneath you mumbled; lips hovering over the sensitive skin of your neck. Dozens of exchanged kisses, caresses and cuddles later, Daryl was slowly getting a grip on reality again. You huffed in protest and snuggled even closer - if that was physically possible; slotting your legs perfectly against his. A low chuckle rumbled through the biker's chest. "I know, darlin', I know, but we got a long day ahead of us. Gonna be a long time on the road." You huffed again, but ultimately gave in, "Okay, okay," then moved to get off him and out of the bed. "I surrender." He chuckled again, and followed you.

About two hours later, you reached definitely another highlight of this bike trip... The Grand Canyon. Daryl drove the two of you up to one of the viewpoints. Well, to the parking lot of the viewpoint. You had to walk the rest of the way through the absolute beauty nature had created.

"Daryl, come look! This is just stunning," you called out for your boyfriend over your shoulder, past several people - most likely tourists, who had gathered up here as well. You've been walking ahead out of sheer excitement. "'M on my way, geez woman," he stated with a small smile and shook his head, before he adjusted the baseball cap on his head and the sunglasses sitting on the bridge of his nose. He paved his way past the people to get to you. "'Kay, yeah, that's fucking beautiful," the biker agreed as he came to stand beside you; overlooking this part of the Grand Canyon. "Can't believe you didn't stop last time you were here." "Well, we wanted to stop 'ere, but the weather was like super shitty. Rain, an upcoming thunderstorm... Our only focus was gettin' our asses somewhere dry." You giggled at his words; looking to your left to face him. "Fair enough." He gave you a smile in return. "Care to take a little hiking trip? What do you say? Do we have time for that, Mr. Tour guide?" "Sure, sunshine. Hiking's great. Think we can spare some time for tha'." Your smile widened, "But first..." and you reached for your phone inside the pocket of your pants. "We gotta take some pictures." "Tha' truly necessary? Didn't we take 'nough already?" Your partner grumbled. "Nope," you giggled again and turned your head to kiss his cheek - while taking a picture, of course.

Several pictures later - of the breathtaking view and you as a couple, you slipped your hand into Daryl's. "Shall we?" He nodded and gently pulled you along.

The hiking was just as great as the view, and with Daryl you had a literal nature expert with you; knowing that he used to hunt with his brother and father back when he was a teenager. He showed you several plants and flowers and taught you how to read tracks of different animals.

"Wha's that?" Daryl asked you; pointing at some tracks beside the path. "What ya thinkin'?" "Uhhh," you thought; giving the tracks a closer look. "It's an animal that got paws and no hooves, so... And those are claws?" The man squatted beside you nodded. "Yeah, 's right. Keep goin'." "Is it a fox?" Daryl smiled but shook his head. "Almost. 'S a skunk. Ya can see it at the shape of the paws, 'n the differences of the front 'n hind paws." "Babe, that's awesome, what the hell." You smiled. "Why'd you never told me earlier about this secret talent of yours." He huffed out a laugh and straightened up. "Ya didn't tell me tha' you could play the piano either." "Touchè," you giggled.

Around midday, you and Daryl grabbed a small snack and got back onto the road. Like the biker already mentioned this morning, you had a long drive ahead.

"So, where are we going?" You asked through the communication system Daryl had built into your helmet (and his, of course), so that you could talk while driving. "Can I take a guess?" "Go ahead, darlin'," he said; the smile audible in his voice. "Las Vegas." "You googled that, didn't ya?" "No," you instantly retarded, only to sigh a few moments later. "Okay, yeah, I did." Daryl's laughter urged to your ears. "Got enough of my surprises, huh?" "No, babe, I was just too curious for my own good." "Yeah, I know. Hold on, darlin'. We're leavin' Tusayan. Dun wantcha fallin' off," he reminded you, and you instantly tightened your grip around his middle. Usually, you were doing this automatically and Daryl felt you doing so, but when you were in a conversation, he had to remind you now and then. "Tha's better," your partner added and sped up.

It took you about four and a half hours to get to Las Vegas. It had been definitely one of the longer rides - and it showed. Your legs hurt quite a bit - despite the few breaks you made, and you were tired. Daryl as well. You could tell. So, it was very relieving when you drove past the famous 'Las Vegas' sign and headed for your stay for the next two nights.

"Ya know..." The biker started as he drove you through the city in the already sinking sun. "You were right with Las Vegas, but I bet 'm able to surprise ya nevertheless." "Yeah? Well, then bring it on, Dixon."

And he did. He definitely managed to surprise you. For the first time during this trip, you were going to stay at a hotel. Not motel. Hotel - and a really nice one at that. Located in the heart of Las Vegas and very close to the Las Vegas Strip.

"Are you serious?" You asked your partner as he unstrapped the side pockets from his bike on the fancy parking lot of the hotel. Daryl looked up at you with a smile; the sinking sun reflecting in his sunglasses. "Dead serious, sunshine." You shook your head; looking from the biker to the hotel and back. "You're insane, babe. How fucking much did that cost you?" He shrugged his shoulders. "Quite a bit, but it was already worth it. When in Vegas, ya gotta do it right." Your smile widened. "Does that mean we're also gonna go in casinos, take a dozen of pictures with every Elvis we come across and enjoy the hell out of the nightlife here?" He nodded with his signature smirk. "Fuck yeah. All 'a that." You literally beamed with joy, but then grimaced into a yawn. "But not tonight. I'm so freaking tired." "Nah, not tonight. 'M tired, too. I say we check in, find a nice restaurant to eat dinner, 'n then curl up in bed. What do ya say?" You nodded in agreement. "Sounds perfect, Dar. Let's go."

Together, you checked into the hotel, put your stuff into the room, refreshed a bit and then went out to grab dinner.

It was almost nine o'clock when you returned. There wasn't much done besides unpacking the really necessary things, getting ready for bed and then finally cuddling up underneath the sheets. Your bed was way bigger than the usual motel bed - and more comfortable. The room itself was bigger as well and slightly more luxurious. Like Daryl said: When in Vegas...

"Thank you for taking me here," you whispered against the skin of Daryl's neck as you cuddled closer against his body; draping your leg over his and hugging his midsection. "No need to thank me, darlin'. I love doin' this for 'n especially with ya," he answered and pressed a lingering kiss against your temple.

A moment of silence passed before you spoke up again. "Las Vegas, baby," you giggled. Daryl smiled. "Yeah, freakin' Las Vegas."

The surprisingly pleasant warm Montana sun was shining down on you, as you rode down the mostly untrafficked road; past endless meadows and fields - always following the Yellowstone River. It was quiet and peaceful; all you could hear were the sounds of nature and the click-clacking of Arrow's hooves - until a rather disturbing... noise cut through the air and urging to your ears.

Motorcycles.

It was a rare thing that even cars drove down that road; trucks even less and now bikes? You scrunched your nose and gently guided Arrow to leave the road and continue the journey through the meadow.

The sounds of engines got closer and closer, until you saw about five or six bikes pulling up beside you in the corner of your eyes.

Must be a biker group or something...

They slowed down; almost coming to an halt beside you. "Hey!" A voice called suddenly out, causing you to stop Arrow in his movements and look to your left. One of the bikers had pulled off his sunglasses and was looking up at you; both feet planted firmly on the ground beneath him. Muscular arms led to gloved hands, which held on tightly to the handle grip; sunglasses dangling between deft fingers.

You adjusted the cowboy hat on your head; looking down to meet the man's - admittedly - stunning blue-grey eyes.

"Uh, hey," you called back. "Can I help you guys out?" The biker nodded. "Hope so. We got a lil' lost on our way," he explained in a very thick southern accent; voice a little muffled by his black helmet. You shrugged your shoulders; smiling. "Well, I can try. Where were you guys heading?" "Planned ta go to Billings, but kinda landed 'ere." You nodded; still smiling. "Ah, I see. Should've took route 94. This one won't lead you to much. You need to circle back and drive past Miles City."

The man - most likely leader of the biker group nodded. "How far from 'ere ta Billings?" "About 140 miles. If you're lucky, you can make it in two and a half hours." "A'right," the man nodded and put on his sunglasses again. "Thank ya." You gave him another smile. "No problem."

He gave you a last look, before he revved the engine of his bike and signalled his group to circle back. They followed his command and off they went. Your gaze followed them for a moment, before you gently nudged Arrow's sides. "C'mon, buddy. Let's head home. It's almost time for dinner."

You and Arrow made your way back to the Willow Creek ranch - owned and run by your aunt and uncle. Having lost both your parents when you were small due to a car accident, you and your older sister - Tess grew up on the ranch and were working there. Well, Tess longer than you; given the fact that you finished college not that long ago.

After taking care of your animal best friend, you joined your family for dinner.

"You coming later with me, sis?" You swallowed down the remaining food in your mouth and looked over to your big sister. "Where to?" She rolled her eyes in return, but smiled. "You know where, Y/N..." You sighed; poking around in your peas. "Tess... How often have I told you that-" "This isn't your thing, I know... But you have to try it first, right? How can you say you don't like it, if you never tried?"

You grumbled under your breath. Unfortunately, was Tess right.

"Yes, you should really accompany your sister, Y/N," acknowledged your aunt suddenly; agreeing with her. "You barely leave the ranch, honey. It will do you good." You sighed, but for the first time gave in; tired of all the constant discussions. "Alright, fine. I'll go with you - but if I don't like it, I'll leave immediately!" "Yess!" Your sister cheered. "You'll love it, I promise - but yeah, fine." You scoffed. "We'll see about that."

Partying and alcohol had never been one of your high interests and certainly not on your bucket list - yet, here you were standing now in front of the best bar in Miles City - according to your sister; located at the outskirts of the city... 'The Rowdy Racoon'.

You sighed; eyes directed at the building, while Tess just giggled. "I can't believe I'm doing this..." You moaned; already regretting your decision. Your sister was quick to grab your hand, "C'mon, sis... Loosen up a little and have some fun! It's Saturday night, for God's sake!" before you were able to cop out. You groaned again, but let yourself get dragged towards the entrance of the bar; past several vehicles and over the large porch, on which several men and women stood with drinks and cigarettes in hands; talking, laughing and having fun.

Loud music urged to your ears as you stepped inside. 'Born To Be Wild' by Steppenwolf - and just in that very moment, you felt like there wasn't a more fitting song on this whole planet for the scenery you walked in...

The bar was almost filled to the brim with people. Some of them were sitting at the large counter in the middle. Others were seated on some tables all around the big room. The rest of them was dancing, playing pool or tried their luck at the Pinball machines. It was loud, wild and crazy.

You hadn't even the chance to look fully around, since your sister dragged you further on to the bar counter. "Time for a drink, sis!" She announced in a sing-song voice; ordering two Whiskey Cola's. "We'll start slow," Tess said with a smirk; handing you the glass. You gave her a small smile. "Thanks." She clinked her glass against yours and took a sip. "Here's to an awesome night!"

Your sister's so-called 'awesome' night started surprisingly good - like you had to admit. Sure, you had to get a little comfortable first and getting used to being at a bar; warm up a little, but at some point it was really okay. Unfortunately, though, the tables turned after an mere hour. Friends of Tess had decided to come around as well and in the end, you sat alone at the counter on the bar stool; staring at your almost empty glass of Whiskey Cola.

This definitely wasn't how it was supposed to go... Not at all. It caused your mood to drop, of course; feeling alone and kinda betrayed. Tess invited you; took you here and now she had run off with her friends. You couldn't even leave, because you took Tess' car and she had the keys and certainly wouldn't let you drive. Great...

You sighed; turning the now empty glass in front of you in a circle, until...

"Thought I wouldn't see ya again, 'n certainly not 'ere," a familiar voice suddenly urged to your ears from behind you. You frowned and turned in your bar stool, only to meet the same blue-grey eyes you gazed into earlier this evening. It was the biker - but this time, he wasn't wearing a helmet. Chestnut brown hair reached in soft waves his shoulders; paired with a black baseball cap he wore backwards on his head. His chin and a little bit of his cheeks were covered in a slightly grey goatee, which fitted him perfectly.

You swallowed; couldn't help but to stare at him for a moment. He was downright attractive.

"Y-Yeah, uh, same," you stammered out, but quickly got your shit together again. "Didn't find your way to Billings yet?" The stranger chuckled and shook his head. "Nah. We decided ta spend the night in Miles City 'n head for Billings tomorrow." You nodded; smiling politely. "Wise decision." "Yeah," the man said and lifted his hand to scratch his beardy chin as if in a thinking manner. You noticed the tattoo on the back of his hand... A skull and... stars? Then he nodded at your empty glass. "You gonna let me buy ya a drink? Some credit fer ya help earlier. 'S the least I can do. 'Nother Whiskey Cola?"

You felt a slight blush on your cheeks. "Um, yeah, thanks." He gave the bartender a sign, who immediately worked to replace your empty glass with a full glass. "I have ta thank you," he answered; then looked behind at a bar table to where a few other people sat. His group, you thought. "Wanna join us? Ya seem a lil' lonely." You giggled dryly. "Yeah, my sister dumped me for her friends." You gestured at the dance floor; the biker's eyes following. "Kinda rude if ya ask me... C'mon, join us."

You swallowed; hesitating for a moment. You were a cautious person. After all you didn't know these people.

The man could seemingly read your mind. "They ain't bitin', I swear. All of 'em are very nice." "I-I, uh... I don't even know your name." He smiled crookedly, "'M Daryl." and walked towards his group again. Only now did you notice what he was wearing... Dark, slightly ragged jeans with a red rug stuffed in the left back pocket, a black, washed-out shirt and a angel-winged vest. Leather, as it seemed. Admittedly, you had a really hard time not to stare.

You hesitated for another few seconds and threw a look over to your sister again as well; noticing that she was still completely ignoring you and instead partied with her friends. Therefore, was your decision made. You slid off the bar stool and made your way over to Daryl and his gang.

An hour and another Whiskey Cola later, you had learned that they were indeed a biker group - from Georgia - making a road trip through America. You got to know the whole group as well, of course. There was Rick and Carol, which were Daryl's best friends. Glenn and Maggie - a young, kind couple living on a farm had joined the gang as well, just like Negan - a slightly annoying, but funny gym teacher. It was a crazy, but also perfect mix - and they all shared one passion... Motorcycles.

For an absolute non-expert in this new territory, you were absolutely fascinated. The stories they told you; the things you learned - it was fun and exciting.

Daryl and Negan invited you to a round of pool then; Rick and Maggie joining in as well. It was the best evening you had in a long while - but when the alcohol you had consumed slowly started to course through your veins and the music and chatter of the people became suddenly so very loud, you knew you needed a break. You were definitely not quite used to this, after all.

Stepping out of the bar and onto the porch, you took a deep breath; inhaling the fresh, chilly night air.

Yeah, the alcohol was present. You definitely felt a bit tipsy, but you were still fully aware of your words and actions, which was a good thing - and a stop sign you didn't plan to ignore.

"Ya good?" There it was again. That voice out of nowhere. His voice.

You looked to your left; seeing Daryl casually leaning against the railing with a cigarette dangling between his lips.

You nodded. "Yeah, just needed a break and some fresh air." The man took a deep drag; puffing out a cloud of smoke mere seconds later. Your eyes were still fixated on him - and you swallowed.

Hot... Why was that so hot? Him smoking?

"Me too. Needed a smoke." Daryl took another drag and stepped closer; hand fumbling in his trouser pocket. "Want one?" He asked then; fishing out a slightly squashed box of cigarettes and holding it out to you. "Um, I, uh..." You stammered; cheeks already turning red. "I dunno." "Ya ever had one?" You shook your head; biting your lip. The biker stepped even closer to you then; his body barely inches away from touching yours. "Ya wanna try?" Daryl took another drag, then held his cigarette in front of your face.

Hesitatingly, you leaned forward and took the little mouthpiece between your lips to take a drag. Feeling the smoke fill your lungs, you immediately started to cough and back up. A small smirk tugged at the corners of Daryl's mouth as he watched you; taking the cigarette back between his lips. "'S a normal reaction. Once you'll get used ta it, it won't happen again."

A short moment of silence passed, while you replaced the smoke in your lungs with fresh air and Daryl's eyes travelling up and down your body.

"Hey, uh, ya wanna get outta 'ere?" The man opposite you boldly asked with a charming smile; hands grasping the wooden beam above him. It caused the black shirt he wore to ride up and reveal some skin of his stomach; alongside a dark patch of fine silken hair.

For the second time this evening, you had a hard time not to stare and instead to focus on his question - which left you just as breathless; given the fact that you knew exactly what he insisted.

Before your brain was even able to ponder thoroughly over his question, your mouth answered with a quick, determined 'Yes' - which kinda shocked you yourself. Usually you weren't the one who gave in so easily and willingly to a one-night-stand with a 'stranger'; and yet here you were. Was the way he made you feel the reason? Or was it his kind, flirty and charming personality? Perhaps it even was his good looks. You didn't know; couldn't put a finger on it. All you knew was that he attracted you like a damn magnet. You weren't thinking about your sister or the others in that moment. The tall, handsome biker with his rough redneck edges was all you had in mind.

Daryl's smile widened at your consent. He took a last drag of his cigarette, before he stubbed it out in the little ashtray on the railing. "C'mon." The man walked past you, down the few steps and towards his bike.

Elegantly swinging one leg over to sit down on the vehicle, he replaced his baseball cap with his helmet. His fingers worked to start the engine. "You comin' or wha'?"

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The music was loud. 'Ayo Technology' by 50 Cent, Justin Timberlake and Timbaland blasted through the speakers in the huge room which was dipped in a soft pink lightning. The smell of alcohol, smoke and cheap perfume lingered in the air. It was crowded - quite unusual for an Monday evening but perhaps a lot of dudes were thinking the same he did... After all, it's been a while since he had lastly set foot in here - too long. Unfortunately, he just had been too busy at the workshop during summer. And now he had almost forgotten how enjoyable this establishment was. Luckily were the girls very fond of reminding him...

"Merle."

With a beer in hand and a cigarette hanging from the corner of his mouth, the man sat astride on a comfortable armchair-like chair to enjoy the lap dance he was currently receiving - nonetheless by one of the best in the 'White Rabbit' and most likely the whole business... Roxy. The black haired beauty moved with expertise and eroticism. She knew what she was doing, without a doubt - and her 'client' was clearly enjoying himself as well. To say it was obvious was probably an understatement. Not that she or hence, he cared...

A dirty laugh escaped his lips as he witnessed Roxy's behind getting dangerously close to his crotch. He couldn't fight the urge to give it a good slap. So, he did, and reached with his free hand inside the pocket of his baggy jeans to pull out a ten dollar bill; slipping it inside Roxy's leathery scarce hot pants. "Yer walkin' on thin ice, sweetheart," he heard himself holler through the music and other loud voices around him. Roxy turned around with a dirty smirk and a wink at him - but before she was able to perch herself on one of his thighs, another voice cut through the air and interrupted the erotic encounter.

The older Dixon brother took a long drag from his cigarette and turned his head to look at the 'intruder'. "Whatcha want, sugar tits? Have a go as well?" Merle nodded down at his lap with a dirty grin. Leah just crossed her arms over her chest and gave him a serious gaze. "No." He laughed. "Well, I ain't my baby brother, right?" "Shut up," Leah shot back but sighed. "Where's Daryl? I haven't seen him here in months... Don't tell me he found a better establishment to serve his needs." Merle grinned; shaking his head, "Nah." and took a big sip of his beer. "But he found a girl."

Leah's facial expression derailed. The color literally drained from her face. "He... He has a girlfriend?" The stripper asked with wide eyes. She was clearly shocked. "Mhm, yep. Couldn't believe it as well. 'Specially 'cause that chick is hot. Dunno what he did to score such a pretty lil' thing."

An angry scream left her painted red lips as she felt the blood boiling in her veins. The Polaroid picture of her and the biker smoking a cigarette together after one of those nights pinned to the corner of her big mirror seemed to mock her and didn't quite improve the situation. Angrily she stomped over to her vanity and ripped the picture from the mirror without hesitation; tearing it into pieces.

The stripper swallowed hard; realisation settling in slowly. "H-How long?" Merle shrugged his shoulders. His attention was wavering and slowly redirecting to Roxy, who came to stand behind him with her hands on his chest. "Dunno, sugar tits. Almost a year now I think. Got his balls in a death grip already since last summer, though. Chick is studyin' in Florida. Gainesville, I think. Dunno that much 'bout her. All I know is that she'll be at Daryl's next weekend. The rest 's none 'a my business - unfortunately. But if tha' girl ever gets tired of Darlina..." He laughed and winked at Leah. "Now if ya excuse me... I got a real hot girl waitin' for attention, 'n our time's limited, so..." It was a very kind way - for Merle to tell Leah to piss off.

Leah nodded with her jaw tensed, "See you around, Dixon." and walked away. She felt dozens of manly eyes following her - all the way to the side door, through which she left; making a beeline to her personal changing room. The door fell into its hinges behind her - louder than necessary. A dangerous mix of jealousy and anger started to brew within the stripper's system. She had really believed all this time that she meant something to Daryl. That it wasn't just a friendship with benefits, special treatments and services - or whatever it could be labelled what they had. And maybe, just maybe got feelings involved somewhere down the road - what made things even worse for her.

Daryl stood beside a tail lift on which his today's patient waited for him; ready to get new spark plugs. The biker wore his blue overall just halfway; the fabric covering only his legs and hips - on which he had tied the sleeves together. His upper body was barely covered by a black tank top. It was late August... The man was sweating his ass off, and that was the only solution he had. Well, besides walking around shirtless - which he certainly wasn't comfortable enough doing. Crazy Town's 'Butterfly' was currently blaring from the speakers, causing Daryl to huff out amused. It was a wonder that the old sound system hadn't already given in due to the heat...

Merle nodded. "'N she gives ya everything ya need? Jus' makin' sure, ya know. 'Cause if not, you could always come with me to visit the 'White Rabbit'. Ya know, baby brother? Like the good ol' times." Daryl's heart almost stopped at the suggestion of his brother. Rage flooded his veins. How did he dare...? "What the fuck are ya talkin' about, Merle? Ya expect me to fuckin' cheat on Y/N? Ya lost yer damn mind?!" Merle lifted both hands in awe. "Woah, there. Calm down, Darlina. 'M just sayin'! Leah's missing ya, you know... Been asking me about ya."

After taking a big sip from the ice cold soda standing on the ground in between tools, rugs and the new spark plugs, he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and got down to work.

Just as he was about to exchange the old and damaged spark plugs with the new ones, he heard a voice calling out his name... His brother. "'M over here!" He called back; hoping to guide Merle. It worked. "How's it goin', baby brother?" The older Dixon asked and came to stand in front of him with his hands deeply shoved in the pockets of his overall. Daryl frowned; suspiciously looking up at him. "Ya never ask tha', Merle. Wha's truly goin' on?"

Merle laughed and shook his head. "Yer so damn suspicious, baby brother. Loosen up a lil'." Daryl just scoffed, but couldn't prevent one corner of his mouth from twitching upwards into a tiny half smile. "Jus' wanna make sure yer good." The younger Dixon returned to his work, but nodded. "'M good, yeah."

His brother watched him for a moment. A long beat of silence passed between the siblings. "Y/N... She treatin' ya well?" Another frown carved itself into the forehead of the working man. "Of course she does," Daryl stated while looking back up at the other man. "She's the best damn thing that ever happened to me."

Daryl blinked; was quite stunned. "Wait, wha'? Leah asked about me? Why would she do tha'?" The older Dixon shrugged his shoulders, "What am I supposed ta know?" before a dirty smile stretched over his face. "She's probably missin' yer dick, baby brother. Must've fucked her real good." He laughed - and Daryl narrowed his eyes. "Shuddup, Merle. Ain't havin' done that in a long time. She doesn't need me - jus' like I dun need 'er..." Merle raised an eyebrow at his younger brother; crossing his arms over his chest - still with that dirty smile on his lips. "Whatever ya say, baby brother..."

Daryl finished cleaning up his trailer before he hopped underneath the shower. A long day of work and sweat had left its marks on the biker, but now it was finally Friday evening - which meant he'd get to see you soon. You had worked so hard this week in order to be able to spend the weekend with him. Between work and studying, put the long-distance relationship you both to the test at times, but together you made sure to pass. Of course it wasn't always sunshine and rainbows. No relationship was perfect but no obstacle that got thrown in your way had managed to tear you apart.

Daryl had merely dried off his soaking wet body and slipped in a fresh pair of boxers, when a loud knock against the door sounded throughout the whole trailer. The man smiled; quickly discarding the towel in his hands before he made his way over to the door to open it. "Yer quite early, darlin'. Did ya break several speed limits ta get 'ere faster or-" Daryl suddenly stopped dead in his movements; words getting stuck in his throat. He had expected to see you standing in front of his door, but certainly not the person he was looking at instead...

"Leah? What the fuck are ya doin' here?" He blurted out; totally thunderstruck. The red-haired beauty gave him a brilliant smile. "Well, hello to you as well, D." Her eyes roamed shamelessly Daryl's barely dressed frame. "Long time no seen..."

A beat of silence passed, before the woman spoke up again. "You just left, Daryl. You just left that night; ran away and not even looked back once. You owe me an explanation." The biker scoffed. "I owe ya nothin'." Leah's eyebrows raised in mock surprise. "Oh, really? Nothing?" She asked. Her voice dripped with irony as she stepped threateningly closer to the man. "How many times, Daryl? How many times did I risk my job for you? Just to pleasure you, huh?" Another scoff left Daryl's lips. "I didn't ask fer it," he stated and crossed his arms over his broad chest. Leah huffed out a laugh. "That's the biggest lie somebody ever told me. We both know you did ask for it. I may have started this little... arrangement between the two of us, but you poured oil into the fire, Dixon!" "Me?!" The man exclaimed; pointing at himself. "Yes, you! How many times did you just show up in my dressing room with a boner, all needy and whiny and literally begging for a blowjob?!" "I was drunk!" Leah shook her head. "Not all of the times!"

Daryl swallowed hard. He definitely needed a moment to get his shit back together again. "What do you want? Why 'r ya here?" Leah blinked. "Didn't Merle tell you about the conversation we had?" "Vaguely. He jus' told me tha' you were asking about me. Nothin' more." As fast as the stripper's smile had been gone, as fast was it stretched across her face again. "So he did tell you about it... What a good boy," Leah cackled, "Not as good as you, though." and winked - what Daryl only commented with a subtle roll of his eyes and a rather annoyed grunt. "Imma askin' ya again... What do ya want?"

Leah took a deep breath; her shoulders rising and falling. "Talk. Will you invite me in, or what?" The biker hesitated for a moment, but in the end stepped aside to let her enter his home; hesitatingly closing the door after her.

Leah looked around, "Nice trailer. Suits you. It literally screams your name." her eyes landed on his biking gear which sat on the little shelf beside the TV across from the sofa. "Quit that shit, Leah. Jus' tell me what this is all about."

Daryl shook his head and took a deep breath. "I found a girl. Stop changin' the subject. Wha' do you mean with 'more'?" "And you couldn't at least tell me? Explain it to me? End things properly between us?" Daryl scoffed. "There was nothing to end, Leah. It was fun. An occasional fuck. Satisfyin' our primal needs - whatever ya wanna call it. I fell in love - somethin' I didn't think I was even capable of, but then I got ta touch heaven... Caught a glimpse of paradise... I found the woman of my dreams. Jus' needed a hot minute to realise it. Why should I ever go back, now tha' I got everythin' I want and need?"

Daryl huffed. "'N you, huh?" The stripper narrowed her eyes and took another step closer towards the taller man. "What about me?" She was dangerously close now; her body mere inches away from touching Daryl's. "How many times did you beg me to fuck ya until you couldn't walk anymore, huh?! More than I can count! Ya opened yer damn legs for me on yer own accord just as much as I asked ya to do it!"

Another beat of silence passed between the two; both staring each other down. Then the look in Leah's eyes suddenly changed and Daryl could swear he saw tears in the corners of her eyes.

"Yes, I did. You are right. And you want to know why? Because I took the risk gladly for you. Only for you, Daryl... This was more to me than just a casual fuck. You are more to me." Daryl swallowed hard once again; feeling his throat and chest tightening. "Wha' are you insisting, Leah?" A sad smile spread over the woman's face. "Why did you leave and never came back?"

His words broke Leah's heart even more - unbeknownst to him. Anger started to bubble up in her veins again but she decided to start one last attempt to win the man over - or at least to persuade him. Leah was going to win that game one way or the other - she was convinced by that. All Daryl had to do was pick his poison.

"I love you, Daryl."

The words lingered in the air for a long moment. The biker was too caught off guard to speak. "Wha'?" He more or less croaked out; blinking. To say he was overwhelmed was an understatement. It was the first time Daryl found himself in such a situation. Hence, he'd never though he would be in such a position ever. He never even wanted to... Having not only one woman who loved him, but all of a sudden two was hard to grasp. Leah's love confession certainly managed to throw him off tracks.

"You heard me, Dixon," the stripper retorted almost nonchalantly. Daryl blinked once more; his throat dry. "What, you got absolutely nothing to say?" Leah halfway snapped at him. "I-I..." He swallowed and took a deep breath; gathering his thoughts and trying to find the best way to deal with this. "This is wrong, Leah. I know ya most likely can't help yerself, but... No. I'm a taken man." Leah scoffed. "So you truly just throw everything away we had for another woman?" The biker's jaw clenched. "Dun put it like tha', Leah. We never had somethin'. 'M sorry I made ya fall in love with me. Tha' ain't my intention. Never was." "You want to tell me you haven't felt a single thing all those times we..." The stripper trailed off; tears glistening in her eyes.

"You should go now," Daryl deadpanned; knowing that this discussion won't lead anywhere. All she did was stalling the inevitable. "Things ain't gonna change. No matter what ya do or say. 'M in a happy, healthy relationship. Whatever it was ya think we had... It's long over. Now please go. Ya ain't doin' yerself a favor 'ere."

Leah shook her head. A single tear ran down the apple of her cheek. "You're an asshole, Daryl," she stated and used all her force to push him back; needing to give vent to her anger. It didn't do much harm to the biker, of course. He merely stumbled a few steps back but needed a second to recovered, then focused on the angry woman across from him again.

And he was admittedly afraid of Tess and her threats.

"I know," was all he answered; watching Leah storm off to the door. "You're going to regret this, Dixon!" It was the last words that left the woman's lips before she slammed the door shut behind her; almost lifting it out of it hinges.

Daryl winced at the impact, but didn't move. He knew that he did the right thing. He was yours - only yours, and that was going to stay that way. He was perhaps the biggest asshole of America, but cheating was and never would be an option for him. He'd never do this to you. Daryl could see the future in your eyes. Why would he be so stupid to destroy it?

Daryl had about two hours to process what happened and to regain his composure before you arrived. When you did, though, and he saw you standing smiling in the doorframe to his trailer; wearing his way too big 'Nirvana' t-shirt and shorts, the world was perfectly fine again. "Hi, baby," you squeaked out happily and threw yourself into his arms. He couldn't help but to embrace you tightly; burying his nose in the crook of your neck and inhaling your scent. It was balm to his soul. "Sorry it took me a bit longer. Traffic was horrible," you explained your delay while pulling back from the hug again in order to look into your boyfriend's handsome face; framed by long, slightly messy chestnut brown bangs.

He instantly shook his head, "Dun worry 'bout it. 'S okay. Yer here now, 'n tha's all that matters, right?" and cupped your hips in his big palms. "Right," you agreed with a smile on your lips and your palms splayed on his - now dressed - chest.

Without another word, Daryl dipped his head to capture your lips with his in a lingering, yet desperate kiss full of love. It had already been way too long since he lastly tasted your lips. You were eager to even deepen the kiss; letting one hand slide over his shoulder to draw him in closer. He happily obliged. His mission to kiss you senseless was a success.

He set you back down right beside the sofa; grinning. "Wha' 's this, darlin'?" Daryl asked you and tugged gently at his t-shirt you wore while his eyes roamed your body. You shrugged your shoulders innocently. "Just bringing back what belongs to you..." Daryl gave you one of those cute, playful looks. "Bringin' back what belongs to me, huh?" You nodded in confirmation. "Mhm." "Well..." Daryl started with a sigh and grabbed the hem of your shirt. "Gotta take wha's mine then, eh?" You giggled once again and let him slip the t-shirt off your upper body; leaving you only in your bra.

"Missed ya, sunshine..." Daryl whispered against your lips. The soft hairs of his beard tickled your skin. You smiled even brighter. "I missed you, too, Dar."

Another borderline obscene kiss was exchanged between the both of you, before he bend his knees and wrapped an arm around you - right underneath your bottom, and carried you inside the trailer. You giggled and let it happen; holding on to him.

You certainly didn't expect things to escalate that quickly, but well...

Before you could even say something were his lips locked on yours again; his arms encircling your waist in order to walk you backwards. Being way too occupied with the searing hot kiss he was giving you, you stumbled and landed on the sofa with Daryl on top of you. The both of you broke your lips' entanglement to take a breath and laugh.

Your heart threatened to burst with love at the display of consent he showed. He always checked in on you and made sure you were okay with what he was doing. He may have been a very experienced lover - what you were very aware of - but now that you were a couple seemed everything so... new and exciting. Still.

With both forearms now firmly planted beside your head to not crush you with his weight, Daryl lowered his head to trail a path of kisses from your navel, up to your sternum and all the way over your neck and collarbone to your mouth. You gasped as his chapped lips met your hot skin. Long curls fell into his face, but neither you nor the biker cared in that very moment. You loved to smooth his strands back behind his ears anyway.

Wrapping your arms around his neck, you drew him in closer once again. All you wanted was to just be with him. Feel him. Feel his love and touch. Make up the lost time. And Daryl gladly complied to your request. One hand travelled down your almost bare side; fingertips tickling your skin, before it landed on your thigh. His hand slipped underneath to angle your leg upwards and encouraging you to wrap it around his hip - what your body automatically did.

"Want to show ya how much I missed ya," your partner breathed in between kisses. You giggled girlishly. Your brain was already positively fogged up by the love and desire you felt for the man hovering above you. "You do, yeah?" Daryl nipped at your pulse point; drawing a soft moan from you - which in return caused him to smirk. "Mhm..." He hummed against your skin and kissed his way down to your belly button again. "Wanna make ya feel good, sunshine... Tha' okay?"

You nodded; biting your lip. Your partner grinned up at you and quickly helped you to get out of your shorts, before his lips were on your skin again; caressing the dips and curves of your stomach. "Relax, darlin'. Lemme take care 'a ya." You smiled at him, and wriggled around on the sofa to get more comfortable. "There ya go..." The biker commented with a grin and settled between your legs. He didn't care that his sofa was actually way too small for what he was about to do; his legs dangling over the edge. Daryl's hands were firmly planted on your hips. Thumbs hooked through the waistband of your panties as he attacked your supple skin once again with his mouth.

With a frown on your face, you retrieved the item from its hiding place to inspect it - and what your eyes then saw almost sent your heart into cardiac arrest.

His lips moved lower and lower and dipped teasingly a few inches inside your underwear. You went to stretch out your limbs like a cat; fingers already twisting the pillow which sat at the very end of the sofa, propped against the armrest. You just knew you'd need something to hold on to. You always did when Daryl was going down on you.

The biker's hands on your hips twitched and pulled your panties down your legs to gain better access. You helped him, of course; lifting your behind up off the soft surface beneath you. Only a few moments later, you felt Daryl's hot breath fanning over your core, and your heart skipped a beat in anticipation. You braced yourself for the upcoming pleasure he was about to grant you - but then your hands came into contact with something strange. Something that didn't belong underneath a pillow. Your hands just couldn't pinpoint what it was... Something... made of fabric and... lace-ish. That was certain.

But not in a good way.

What you saw was a - admittedly - beautiful piece of lingerie. A very scare thong which left not much to imagination. The piece of clothing was a deep red with lace edges. You swallowed hard.

It wasn't yours.

Daryl was way too occupied with what laid spread out in front of him. Therefore he didn't notice your discovery. But before he could lower his lips and dig in, you stopped him. "Daryl." His name on your lips sounded so cold all of a sudden. It made his skin crawl. He looked up; blue-greyish eyes meeting yours. Once he registered what was dangling between your fingertips and connected the dots, his eyes widened to the size of plates; jaw dropping.

You had never seen it in your life before - and that could only mean one thing...

The moment the thought hit you, you felt incredibly sick. Seconds away from throwing up.

Tears already burned in your eyes, as you withdrew from Daryl. You slid backwards to get some distance between you and the man across from you; trying very hard to be strong in that moment.

"Care to explain this to me?" You said with a slightly trembling voice; afraid of his answer.

BIKE-TRIP DAY 11:

You slept in very late that day - unlike Daryl. While you were in the land of dreams, your partner packed the few things you had needed back inside the bags (including the freshly washed clothes) and got everything ready to go.

Around 12 a.m., he decided to wake you up; shaking your shoulder gently and pressing a lingering kiss against your cheek. With a loud yawn and still kinda half asleep, you made your way to the bathroom. During the time you got ready for the day, Daryl checked you out of the motel. About fifteen minutes later, you joined him outside on the small parking lot; carrying your bag. Once he saw you approaching him, he instantly bridged the short distance between the both of you and took the bag out of your hands to carry it for you.

"How are ya feelin' today, darlin'?" He asked you, while he checked if the side pockets and now your bag were safely strapped to the bike. "Okay, I'd say. Still a few cramps." The biker nodded. "Is it... ya know... heavy?" You thought it was absolutely cute how he tried his best to understand and help. "Heavier flow than usually, but nothing I couldn't handle." "'Kay... Ya tell me if ya need anythin', yeah?" "Sure. Thanks, Dar." You gave him a soft smile, stood on your tiptoes and bestowed a small, gentle kiss upon his lips - which he returned happily; eyes slipping shut.

"Ready to go?" You nodded, "Yeah." and donned your helmet. Daryl could see in your eyes that you didn't feel super comfortable about it - like yesterday. His hand reached for your biker jacket clad upper arm; rubbing soothing circles into your clothed skin. "'S not a long ride today. Jus' about two hours. Oklahoma City ain't that far." A relieved breath slipped past your lips. "That's good.

With a small smile and a little squeeze, he released his soft grip from your arm and donned his helmet as well before mounting the bike. You followed while he started the engine. Wrapping your arms tightly around his middle, you rested your head against his shoulder blades; earning a small chuckle from your partner. Daryl pulled off the parking lot and onto the road; leaving Tulsa behind.

Two hours and exactly thirty minutes later, Daryl parked on the little yard of the small motel you'd stay for the next two nights. You climbed off the bike first. He killed the engine, but stayed seated. "You can go 'n check us in. 'M headin' for a gas station to gas up. Dun wantcha to spend more time on tha' bike than necessary, since yer not feelin' comfortable ridin'. Tha' okay?" You took off your helmet with a smile, "Perfect. Thanks, babe." and quickly worked to free your bag from the luggage rack. "A'right," your boyfriend started and brought the vehicle back to life. "See ya in a bit." You nodded. "I'm gonna text you our room number." "Yes, ma'am," he said and drove off.

Once you had checked in, you paid the bathroom a visit first before you sat down on the bed to text Daryl said room number. And since you were on your phone anyway, you texted your sister and aunt as well.

You had barely clicked on the 'send' button, when you heard a knock against your door. "Darlin', can ya open the door, please?" You stood up and opened the door; revealing your boyfriend with his hands more than full. He was carrying both side pockets, his helmet, sunglasses between his teeth, and... takeaway food? "You got us something to eat?" He smiled and stepped inside; quickly getting rid of all the stuff in his hands. "Yeah," he answered with his sunglasses still clipped between his lips, before he put them on the small table in the corner. "Figured tha' ya must be hungry. I am." You smiled, "What did you get?" and risked a curious look inside the bag. "Oohh, Burgers?" Daryl nodded; shrugging off his biker jacket. "Mhm. Got yer favourite, 'o course." "Yum. Thanks, baby." You bridged the short distance between the both of you to kiss your partner; interrupting him as he was just working on getting his kidney belt off. He hummed in the kiss. His hands let go of the task at hand to cup your waist. The biker pulled you closer; squashing your hands between his and your chest.

Ending the long and quite intimate kiss with a soft pop, you pulled back. Daryl was smiling that cute half-smile. "Wha' was tha' for, sunshine?" You shrugged your shoulders. "For the food. For thinking of me... And 'cause I love you." "I love ya, too." Your boyfriend accentuated those words with another kiss. This time shorter, but not lacking in love.

After Daryl got the kidney belt finally off of him, alongside his shoes, you both sat down to eat said Burgers. "Wha' ya wanna do the rest of the day? 'S up to ya. We ain't doin' nothin' ya dun feel comfortable doing." Your heart clenched at his words; pure unbridled love crushing like a wave over you. "Oh, Dar... I love you so freaking much..." The biker chuckled. "Yeah, ya said tha' jus' a few minutes ago." You shook your head. "Doesn't matter. I'd repeat it like a prayer and it's still not enough. I know that I'm emotional at the moment and on hormones, but... It's true. I mean it. You own my heart."

You felt Daryl's hand slip into yours. His thumb and forefinger cupping your chin to gently turn your head to the left, so that you were facing him. His blue-grey eyes practically sloshed over with the love he held for you. He had laid out his heart for you. You could see. Pure, raw feelings. Since words still weren't quite his strong suit, he just decided to let actions speak. So, he leaned in and closed once again the distance between yours and his lips; eyes closing shut on the way. The kiss was nothing in comparison to the last two. It was deeper, held so much more love. Passion. Feelings - and yet it was tender and sweet. You'd go so far and say it was one of the best kisses you had shared with that man - ever.

"Wow..." You breathed against his lips; eyes still closed. A small, airy chuckle escaped your partner's throat. "Mhm, 's wha' I wanted to say as well..." You couldn't help but giggle. Abandoning your meal now completely, you shifted on the bed to hug your boyfriend - who gladly returned the gesture.

"Ya never answered my question, darlin'," he said as he let go of you again after a long moment; redirecting his attention back to his Burger. "Right," you smiled, and thought for a moment. "I haven't had the time yet to check what's to see here in Oklahoma City, but... I think I don't wanna do that much. Still don't quite feel up to some action." Your partner nodded understandingly. "Sure. Whatever yer comfortable with."

You both ate your late lunch - or well, early dinner in quiet then; you contemplating on what to do with the rest of your first day in this city. An idea hit you soon.

"Babe?" Daryl hummed; needing to swallow his food first. "Did you pack swim trunks?" The biker blinked; facing you. "Um... Yeah, think so. Why?" You shrugged your shoulders. "Thought we could take a trip to a swimming pool later?" "Swimming pool?" Daryl was clearly confused. "But I thought ya are on yer period? Water 'n that ain't workin', right?" You giggled. "It can work. I just have use a tampon instead of a pad." "'Kay," your boyfriend answered; his brain working. "Tha's the, uh, thing ya..." He finished his sentence with a gesture; trying to explain what he meant.

It was super cute. You couldn't help but smile and had to behave yourself to not reach out and squish his cheeks.

You nodded. "Yep, that's the thing." Daryl smiled softly, all the while his cheeks turned red. "Ya sure yer up for tha'?" "Yep. A hundred per cent. Warm water is relaxing and could help me with my cramps and back pain. Hopefully it does..." You explained while finishing your dinner. The biker's eyes widened slightly in realisation. "Oh, yeah, sure. Ain't been thinkin' of tha'..." You smiled and leaned over to press a kiss against his soft but stubbly cheek.

Once you were both finished with eating, each packed their things for the trip to the swimming pool. Daryl his backpack, you a tote bag. Luckily - as if fate wanted it - was a swimming pool not that far from your motel. About a twenty minute walkway. That was definitely manageable without the bike. Right now in that situation, you'd rather walk than drive, so it was quickly decided. With your hands loosely intertwined, you made your way to said destination. Since the weather was okay - not super sunny, but also not entirely grey and cloudy, was the swimming pool not super crowded.

You changed and made sure your tampon sat right. The flow wasn't that heavy anymore, so you took the 'risk' and trusted the tampon. Yesterday, you definitely wouldn't have been able to do it.

Daryl was already waiting for you; leaning against the walls beside the showers. Hair and skin wet, most of it covered by his dark green swim trunks - logically - and the black rash guard he wore. For one second, it took you by surprise and caused confusion in your head, but a second later, you remembered. The scars. It proofed that he was very insecure about them - what you understood, for sure. And it showed you how much he trusted you that he was comfortable enough around you to openly show them. Sure, he already 'showed' you the first time you landed in bed, but... A one-night-stand and a relationship? That's a different kettle of fish. Plus, this was a public place, which meant a lot of strange people.

You had never questioned him about the scars. Not once in these almost two years you were a couple now. You didn't want to reopen old wounds. Not even accidentally. You wanted him to open up to you. On his own will and pace. If he told you about it in a week - fine. If he told you in five years - good. If he told you never at all - also completely alright. It was his decision to make. Not yours.

Therefore, you said nothing about his 'choice of clothes' and just gave him a smile; reaching for his tattooed hand. "Sorry, it's taken me a bit. Had to, uh, make sure everything is... in its place, you know." He shook his head; was biting the inside of his bottom lip. You could tell that he was quite a bit... nervous? "Dun apologise. 'S all good." He paused for a moment. "Shall we?" You smiled and nodded.

The swimming pool wasn't that huge. There was a children's pool and two other ones. You and Daryl settled on the one with less people, dipped your toes in first and ultimately your whole bodies; swimming a few rounds. Since the biker was actually tall enough to stand in the water, you saw your chance and used this opportunity. You were still on your period after all and therefore in cuddling mode through and through, so it was no wonder that you had 'climbed' your partner like a tree after a short while and were now clinging to him like a koala. Daryl only commented your actions with a low chuckle and walked with you through the water until he settled in a quiet corner of the pool to lean against the edge; embracing your cuddles.

Nevertheless could you feel that something was a bit... off. Daryl didn't talk much. Sure, he wasn't super talkative in general, but at the moment he was particularly quiet. "Babe, you okay?" You couldn't help but ask; slightly loosening your embrace, so that you were able to look into his stunning orbs.

He cleared his throat; eyes flickering around and landing everywhere but on you. "'M not... feelin' comfortable." "Yeah, I can tell. You're all tensed up, Dar." As if to proof your point, you gently squeezed the hardened muscles of his shoulders. Your partner swallowed visibly. "I... 'S 'cause 'a this..." He stopped mid sentence and lowered his head. You cocked your head and lifted one hand off his shoulder to tuck a few loose, wet chestnut curls behind his ear. "Of... this?" You gently tugged at the fabric of the rash guard he was wearing with your other hand which still rested on his shoulder.

Daryl chewed on his bottom lip; nodding.

"I thought this helps you feel more comfortable than you'd feel without it?" The man gazed deeply into your eyes before he shook his head. "Nah, 's ain't really helpin'... I kinda feel... embarrassed to wear it." "Why embarrassed?" He hesitatingly shrugged his shoulder; "Dunno." averting eye contact again. "F-For ya? Makes me look like an complete idiot."

The frown on your face deepened.

"Daryl..." You began with a soft voice as you ran a hand through his damp hair. "First of all... You don't look like an idiot. You never could. Not to me anyway. And I don't care what other people around us think. You are not embarrassing me." Your hand cupped his chin to gently lift his head. You wanted him to look at you.

"Secondly, why should this be a reason for me to feel embarrassed about you? Just because you chose to wear an extra piece of clothing to feel more comfortable in a public place? Hell no." You held his gaze and smiled ever so softly. "And thirdly... You wouldn't even embarrass me in the slightest if you choose to not wear this at all, because you're absolutely beautiful."

To proof your point traced the hand which had been resting on his shoulder over a covered bump on his chest. "And yes, I'm talking about your scars as well. You don't have to be insecure about them - which is easier said than done, I know, but..." Your fingers gently mapped out said scars. "I may not know their story, but I know that they're a part of you - and I love every part of you."

An audible gasp left your partner's lips; eyes fluttering shut at your soft touch and meaningful words. You could practically feel how his heart sped up; thumping against his ribcage and your hand. He was deeply touched. Daryl was aware that he had never talked with you about this part of his life. The muscles in his jaw tensed. Perhaps was it time. Perhaps was this the moment...

"M-My dad," he more or less croaked out. But you heard him anyway and instantly connected the dots. Your expression darkened; eyebrows furrowed. "Your dad?" Daryl nodded and swallowed hard. His eyes flickered open - a storm of emotions raging inside those blue-greyish orbs. It wasn't easy for him to talk about this. You could tell. "Babe, you don't have to talk about it if you're not ready. I won't ever force you." He shook his head, "Wanna." and took a deep breath. "Ain't been havin' an easy family, ya know... Mama was a chain-smoker. Lost 'er when me 'n Merle were just kids." "How?" You asked quietly as he paused; feeling that his mother definitely meant something to him. "A fire. She, uh, fell asleep with her cigarette 'n well... Burnt down the house 'n everything inside it. Firefighters couldn't help. It was too late." He took a deep, slightly shaky breath. "Prolly was drunk as well, dunno." You grimaced and felt utterly sorry for him. "I'm so sorry, Dar," you said; giving him a compassionate look. The biker looked into your eyes with a thankful, loving gaze.

"And... Your dad?" You asked carefully. "He is the one who...?"

Daryl nodded and instantly started to chew on the inside of his lip for a long moment. You gave him all the time he needed to talk about this; not giving a damn that you were at a swimming pool. Your thumbs worked soothing circles into the skin of his neck; trying to calm him. "My daddy, well..." He started with a strained and hoarse voice. "He was... All the things tha' mattered to him was alcohol, the useless stuff he horted 'n his fucking rifle. He loved to drink. He loved to smoke. And he loved to give his boys a beatin' sometimes. He grew up without a father. Guess tha's the reason why he never learned how to be one... Losin' my mother made everythin' just worse," he whispered. His hands on your hips twitched; fingers flexing. His grip tightened - afraid to lose you if he let go after the things he just told you.

You swallowed hard at the things you just heard. A tear paved it's way from the corner of your eye down your cheek. You felt his tightening grip and moved your body closer to him through the water.

"A-All those scars are your father's doing?" Again, Daryl nodded. "When I was a lil' boy, Merle took most of the beatin', but once he was old enough, he left home; joined the army. Back then I hated him for wha' he did... Leavin' me in this shitty hell hole. With Merle gone I was the only target left for my dad's tantrums." Your heart constricted in pain; feeling hurt and sorrow, but also anger at a man you never even saw once in your life. You couldn't even fathom how horrible your partner's childhood must have been. A hell hole - like he described. How could a father do this to his own flesh and blood? You couldn't grasp it.

And you thought losing your parents at a young age was bad... This was so much worse.

"W-Why? Why did your father...?" You stammered; almost at a loss of words. Daryl shrugged his shoulders. "He ain't got love for his kids. Never had. I was an accident anyway. Shouldn't be even walkin' this goddamn earth..." You grimaced and wrapped your arms around his neck to hug him. The biker gladly accepted your offer.

"I'm so sorry about this, Dar. All of it. This is something no child should experience." He shook his head. "Dun be. Happened a long time ago. 'S over. Dun matter anymore." "No, Daryl. I don't care how long ago it happened. It certainly afflicts you still. At least from time to time, so I wanna be here for you. I want to be the person you can trust this with and who you can talk to when the demons have a hold on you again," you spoke in a soft voice and pulled back from the hug - just enough to look into his eyes. "Please... You don't have to fight this alone. Not anymore. We're a team, remember? Don't shut yourself out."

Your partner chewed on the inside of his bottom lip once more; eyes getting glazed as he nodded. You smiled gently and pressed a lingering kiss against his forehead, then temple, before you both melted together into another hug.

The visit at the swimming pool was some kind of therapy session for both of you. For Daryl to talk about his childhood trauma, and for you to ease your period cramps. It had been a win-win situation.

The rest of the evening was spent in bed and involved lots of cuddling, the continuation of the series you were currently watching together, and gathering information about how to spend the day tomorrow in Oklahoma City.

BIKE-TRIP DAY 12:

On day twelve of your bike trip was the weather again not really on your side. Grey, darkish clouds hung over the city and it was raining now and then; no single ray of sunshine in sight. Again, it was a good thing that you didn't have to drive. Well, at least not for several hours. Given the current weather conditions - you were kinda happy about it, 'cause now you got to drag Daryl into yet another museum. You both decided on doing mostly inside activities. The visit of the 'National Cowboy & Western Heritage' museum was one of them. You had practically squealed when you stumbled upon it on your Google search. It literally screamed your name, after all... Horses.

Daryl took you there, of course, and spent as much time with you in it as you wanted; exploring all there was to see. Every nook and cranny.

Since you discovered that walking helped with your still present period side effects, you paid the 'Myriad Botanical Gardens' in the Arts District a visit as well. And the name said it all... The gardens were a huge green space with lots and lots of beautiful plants and flowers. It was absolutely stunning to look at. The huge greenhouse made entirely out of glass was your personal highlight.

"Hey, darlin'?" You hummed in response, and looked shortly to your right to face your boyfriend. "Do ya have, uh, favorite flowers?"

How fitting that question was - given your current surroundings.

"I think I never asked tha' before..." You shook your head. "Nope, you didn't... In almost two years... Scandalous." You giggled - and Daryl blushed. "'M sorry," he muttered. You instantly felt kinda bad; reached out your hand and affectionately caressed his back. A reassuring manner. "Don't be, baby. You always buy me chocolate and my favorite ice cream... That's better than flowers." You giggled again. "But to answer your question... Y/F/F are my favorite flowers." You could see Daryl smile softly from the corner of your eyes. "A'right. Good ta know. Might need it someday." You smiled as well, intertwined your hand with his and used your locked hands to wrap the biker's arm around your shoulders. It caused your partner to step closer and gave you the opportunity to snuggle him - at least a little.

"Ya okay, sunshine?" He was referring, of course, to your current 'condition'. "It's... Yeah, it's okay, I'd say. Getting better. Walking still helps with the cramps." "A'right," Daryl retorted, and turned his head to press a kiss against your temple. "We keep walkin' then for a lil' while longer, eh?"

For dinner, you and Daryl decided to head to the Bricktown district. A very interesting entertainment district with an industrial touch and lots of warehouses turned restaurants. You had a great evening, and definitely a great time in Oklahoma City - despite your period's torture.