AN: another chapter :)

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Chapter 2

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Daryl sat back on his bunk. Stunned. He stared at the picture of the twin babies. Carol's three month old baby girls. He knew instinctively they were his.

She had slept with him after only just meeting him, he knew some would tell him to be suspicious, maybe they weren't his, but he knew without a doubt, she wasn't someone who randomly hooked up, they had connected that night. It was something special. That's why he ran so scared of what it all meant.

What did it mean now? She had his babies. Twins. Fuck he really left her holding the buck. What the hell was he supposed to do now? He wasn't sure what he was supposed to do next. His hand came up to those baby girls, his fingertips tracing them lightly on the screen. They were beautiful.

Both Had fine wisps of strawberry red hair starting to grow in silky patches on their heads. They both had pink hair bows and they were asleep cuddled together, arms entwined. They were beautiful, just like their momma.

He was so humbled and blown away. He knew she could have ended the pregnancy. Twins was no small feet for a single mama. But she hadn't, she'd done it all by herself, he hoped she'd had support to help her. She was wanting to go back to school, he could only imagine the wrench having twins would have put into that.

She was practically glowing in the picture at the baby shower. There was some kind of crazy hat made from bows that obviously adorned the presents and she was holding two large blow up baby bottles. Her sweet smile jumping of the screen at him. She was happy, he could see that.

A twin birth weren't easy. Merle had been a twin. Daddy had often spoken in between bouts of drunkeness about how that pregnancy had nearly killed his momma. Merle's twin, Norman, had died a few days after birth. Too little to survive, he supposed things were different now. Momma' three pack a day habit of Virginia slims probably hadn't helped things.

Momma changed after that, swore she'd never have another baby. She'd held true to that promise for a long time. Merle was twelve years older than him. Daryl had a feeling he was the result of a drunken fight. The kind he'd been used to seeing before momma' death. The kind that resulted in daddy dragging momma kicking and screaming down the hallway. Those screams of his momma would haunt him. He was pretty sure that she'd gotten the doctors to make sure she could never get pregnant again after his birth.

She'd sunk into a depressed state that she never quite came out of. By the time he was five, he simply avoided her and her almost catatonic state. She killed herself when he was seven.

Merle had been gone then. In the service, it had been his only way out. Daryl didn't bare him any ill will. Merle loved him the best way he could. He knew that now, Merle had always been selfish he had a hard getting past the self preservation that had been deeply ingrained in them by their upbringing.

Carol had their babies, and they looked healthy, and safe. He wasn't sure what he should do, but he opened his Facebook messenger clicked on her name and started typing.

Carol,

I'm sorry. I need to get that out of the way right away. I never was any good at small talk, no sense dancing around the elephant in the room. I'm sorry I left like that, without a note, or a goodbye, or saying anything at all.

I was scared shitless. You're amazing and I was leaving the next day. I ain't used to the way you made me feel and I fucking panicked like a pussy.

My last name is Dixon by the way, Daryl Dixon. Lieutenant I guess if your getting technical and shit. (I also suck at writing letters, just so you know).

A friend of mine from high school got in touch with me. Rick Grimes. I guess I got sentimental and started looking through his Facebook profile, which I guess is how I found Andrea's page which is how I found you. I ain't some creepy stalker or anything I swear.

I've been thinking of you a lot. I regret being such a pussy and leaving like that. You deserved better. I ain't never felt the way I did that night. Like I said scared the shit out of me.

I saw the picture of you pregnant and the picture of the twins. I know that I'm their father. They are the right age and I know you ain't the type of girl to sleep around. My older brother was a twin. His twin didn't survive but they look so healthy and happy, thank you. I'm sorry you had to go through that alone. They are beautiful.

I'm here for another six months. I was hoping when I come back maybe I could meet them? Spend some time? I ain't trying to take them away from you I swear, I just would like to be a part of their life. I have no family, I got no one really, and I think I love them already.

I wouldn't blame you if you tell me to go fuck my self. I would deserve it. Hoping you won't,

Daryl.