Merry Christmas my darlings!
This is my gift, to you! (as I can't give ALL of you a tin of shortbread with peppermint on it.)
I pray that your Christmases are blessed. That if you're spending your days surrounded by family, or if you're surrounded by a quilt while scrolling through tumblr, I still wish you the greatest of joy.
And now, with out further ado.

Santa Daryl. (because I imagined Carol singing it to him)

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"Daryl!" Luke whined, clinging to the man's leg as he shook his curly hair.

"What, kid?" Daryl groused, looking irritated.

"You can't go! It's Christmas eve!" He protested.

"Yeah! Santa won't bring you something if you're not asleep!" Mika chipped in from where she stood next to the fireplace. Molly nodded quickly, agreeing with Mika.

"There's no such thing as Santa." Lizzie told her sister hotly from her place near the fire.

"Yes there is!" Both Mika and Luke yelled back, causing Molly to startle a bit.

Daryl sighed, shaking his leg out in front of him. "Luke. You wanna eat tomorrow?" He asked a bit sharply. Carol looked up from her chair, a brow raised.

"Yeah." Luke nodded slowly.

"Then I someone's gotta go find said food to eat. 'Sides. I'm too old for Santa. He won't miss me." He never had, actually.

Luke let go as Daryl gave another shake.
"Alright." Luke frowned, sitting down at Carol's feet, Carol ran her fingers lovingly through the boy's hair as Rick stomped around upstairs.
"Didn't you go on a run with Carol last week?" He asked.

"That was last week. This is this week." Was Daryl's perfectly logical answer.

"WE DON'T HAVE ANY COOKIES!" Mika screamed, causing Michonne, who was in the corner holding Judith (who had toddled over, much to Michonne's chagrin) to wince at the decibel she'd reached.

"I'm sure Santa won't mind beef Jerky." Glenn commented as he walked into the room with Maggie behind him.

"Old man's fat enough. He could do with some protein." Daryl rolled his eyes, bending over as he packed his bag.

"How long will you be gone?" Rick asked him quietly, coming up behind Maggie.
"Least a day or two." Was Daryl's reply.

"Hes probably not fat. He's probably a Walker" Lizzie rolled her eyes dramatically

"NO HE'S NOT. HE'S GOT FLYING REINDEER AND A STAFF OF DESTINY!" Luke shouted, hands on his hips.

"Staff of destiny?" Daryl asked, raising a brow.

"Yeah. Like Loki. Except made out of Christmas wishes and badassary."

"Luke. Watch your mouth." Carol chided, rolling her eyes.

"Is that even a thing?" Molly asked Mika quietly. Mika just shrugged.

"Wait. Loki? The guy who gave birth to a horse?" Daryl looked slightly disgusted.

"Ewwwww.'' Mika shuddered.

"I didn't think boys had babies." Molly whispered to Mika.

"They don't." Glenn chuckled.

Daryl rolled his eyes and swung his pack up before he looked about the room.
He nodded stiffly to Glenn and Maggie before turning to Rick.
"I'll be back when I'm back.'' Carol stood up, fully planning ln walking him out of the house, kissing him in their few moments privacy.

"Sounds good." Rick stated, shaking the man's hand.

"Ya'll be good. Mind Carol. Don't cause any fuss." Daryl told them.
The children nodded, (even Carl, though he thought himself a grownup.)

"Bye Daryl." Molly said, launching herself at Daryl's knees, giving the scruffy man a hug.

"Bye kid." He said softly, cupping the back of her head with a large hand.
Daryl looked around, then nodded again as he and Carol made their way out the door.

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I couldn't remember, for the life of me, how many children were in the Prison.
So I looked it up on IMDB and Those were the one's I was able to pull up. So if it's not Cannon.
Then just ignore the uncannonness.

I have this set after everyone's mayhem and after Carol's saved their asses and put them in a lovely house for Christmas.