"I feel like a priest," Michonne said.
"But you're a much cuter one," Carol told her friend with a smile.
The woman went back to the tattoo she was drawing, and Carol looked at Daryl, who was having some ink done by Glenn.
"No seriously. I know you did the legal steps and all, but this is... Huge, catholic like. Tattoos are forever."
"Preaching to the choir here!" Carol said.
"You guys are just so crazy."
"I am crazy, about him. He knows all of my tattoos and he knows what they mean without needing me to ask. Doesn't it sound like he was made for me?"
"If I had known when he had come in the parlor that 6 months later we would be there..."
"You would have done nothing."
"No, I suppose not. Glenn, are you ready for the final touch?"
The tattoo artist yelled, and he motioned for Daryl to follow him. Daryl came to sit next to Carol, and of course, she wanted to kiss him and ruffle his hair. Some people were a blessing, sometimes in disguise, sometimes not. They came into your life, and changed everything.
She kissed his cheek, her left hand still being held by Michonne.
Daryl looked at Carol's chest, and kissed the tattoo she had gotten there a few weeks ago. It was a hurricane, because that was what he had been. She smiled and looked at her name on his neck. They were heavenly matched.
"Here we go," Michonne said, grabbing softly Daryl's left hand. "You do your thing."
Carol grabbed the tattoo machine and said:
"I, Carol, claim you Daryl as mine, to love and to hold, forever."
And she used the machine to put a symbolic touch on the ring Glenn had already mostly tattooed on her new husband's finger.
Her chest was bursting with pride, and she offered Daryl the tattoo machine as well as her left hand.
"I, Daryl, claim you Carol as mine, till death do us part."
And he added a couple of small points on the ring tattoo Michonne had drawn on her wedding finger.
"Crazy, crazy, crazy," Michonne said. "You better kiss the bride. Then we need to patch up your ring tattoos."
They didn't need to be told twice, and Daryl kissed Carol, who was quite happy to reciprocate.
"Children in the room," Carl exclaimed, from the side of the room, with his sister in his arms.
Rick was with them, smiling, looking at the happy couple and at his gorgeous girlfriend. Sasha, Tara the new apprentice and Tyreese were there too, applauding, sporting big smiles.
Carol laughed and they broke apart. Michonne and Glenn patched them up under the cheers of their friends.
"Should have eloped..." Daryl said, and she knew he didn't really mean it.
He just wasn't used to having a family, but she knew he would adapt very soon.
She kissed him again, and said:
"Now let's go have lunch together to celebrate!"
The legal ceremony at the town hall had been nothing but a piece of paper, but as her fingers hurt, Carol smiled, and met Daryl's eyes. Those tattoos were forever.
