A/N: Thank you all so much for all the support you have given for this story. I'm happy that so many people have come to enjoy the story.

I also wanted to thank uoduck for her amazing help in editing this story. You are the best!

Here is the last chapter of The Weight of My Heart. I hope you like it!

And Happy Easter (for those who celebrate it )

Chapter 10

Daryl looked down at the sleeping woman in his arms and smiled softy at her. Finding this place had been the best thing that could have ever happened to them. A place he could call home and had everything they needed to settle down permanently, despite its weird name, Greenpeach Town. They had soon learned why the town was called that way, after they had discovered a small field of strangely shaped trees that grew green peaches, which tasted something like a mix of apple and peach.

Everyone had been excited when they came to realize that they could finally settle down. That the running was finally over. Even those who had been resident in the town, began to warm up to the group soon enough.

On the first evening of their arrival, they all had thrown a party in the open with a big bona fida fire and music that sounded just too strange to most of them, but seeing Hermione smiling and singing along, he hadn't mind it and just laughed at the display.

It had been for the first time that they didn't have to worry about being too loud, being surrounded by danger, having to be on guard and the best thing of all, they didn't hear or smell any walkers anymore. He still remembered how strange that had been at first. It was something he had never believed to ever experience again.

After the little party, the locals of the town had helped the group to settle into two empty houses that were next to each other, until they could clean out the other buildings for them to settle in and begin their new life… His life with Hermione.

Daryl held Hermione's hand as he walked with her to their room, where they would be sleeping for the night. He still couldn't believe the place they had found. Hermione had told him a lot about the magical places she had lived in or those she had visited. He had sometimes wondered, how it would be to go to these kind of places with her, but never did he imagine that he would actually come to a place like this. Live in a freaking magical house that was huge. From the outside, it just looked like a two story house, similar in size as the house at the graveyard, but once inside it was even bigger, like double or three times bigger.

His eyes kept looking around the place. There were moving pictures, talking paintings, strange trinkets that moved and shaped, while his eyes kept going back to the tiny creature, a house-elf that led them to their rooms. Hermione thanked the little thing and it disappeared with a snip of her or his fingers, after saying something to Hermione that he barely paid attention to. He still wasn't sure what gender the elf was and the name wasn't helping either.

Hermione moved into the room and pulled Daryl gently with her, before she closed the door. The room was huge and had everything a bedroom should have, well from what he had seen from movies or TV-shows. There were two other doors at the place and he quickly went to investigate, needing to make sure that it was safe, even when Hermione, Harry and Draco told them that it was. He wouldn't let his guard down. Didn't believe that he would do so anytime soon.

The first door was a large walk in closet with no windows and his mind instantly went through the possibility of a safe spot if they ever needed it. The next door, which was almost next to it, led to a large and very clean bathroom. Looking around, he had to admit that he had never seen a cleaner bathroom in his life. Hermione was right next to him and gave him a playful smile that instantly got his attention. She went to the large shower cabin and turned moved the knobs around, until it sprang to life.

"It's warm," Hermione said and turned back to him, biting her lips playfully again. "Want to take a shower together?"

Daryl immediately put his crossbow away and pulled Hermione in for a slow kiss, silently giving her his answer. He broke the kiss gently and looked down at her face. His hand caressed her face softly before he took her lips for another slow kiss. His heart began to pick up its pace with each touch and kiss they gave each other.

Daryl pulled away, after a moment and began to slowly remove Hermione's leather jacket, the one he had found for her, before they had lost the prison. He had loved her seeing in it. Hermione followed suit and removed his jacket. They didn't speak or say anything as they slowly undressed each other and only paused when they caught a new scar or bruise, which they slowly kissed or touched gently.

Even with all the dirt, bruises and scars, Hermione was still the most beautiful woman to him, especially when she began to blush and kept gently biting her lower lip, while smiling at him. He knew what had caused the reaction in her, which made him chuckle in return. He wasn't able to stop himself from getting hard when she stood before him completely naked.

Hermione gently took his hand and opened the shower door. A wave of warm steam out came out and they quickly went inside and let themselves soaked by the warm and clean water. He groaned with pleasure as the warm water his body and when he felt his arousal brush against Hermione's belly. Daryl took a step closer to her and brushed his body against her wet one. Touching her face moving her wet hair from her face and his heart leaped in his chest, seeing the soft smile and love in her eyes.

Hermione took a bottle from the stand poured a decent amount on a washcloth and began to wash him slowly. He was tempted to snag the cloth and clean her first, but when her free hand began to touch his body and go along the way she was cleaning and massaging he moaned in pleasure. The smell of clean soap and her touch was just too perfect, it rendered him motionless as he soaked in her touch. She moved over his chest, arms, then his back, which had made him tense at first. He knew Hermione had seen and touched the scars on his back numerous times, but there was still this small part of him that felt ashamed and didn't want her to see the damage.

He closed his eyes when he felt kisses along the base of his neck and her hands gently touching across his back, not only over his scars. It calmed him down. Her touch always calmed him down. She moved back before him and gave him one her playful smirks before she moved her hands to his very hard member. Daryl groaned as she moved her hand and clothes around his member and before he could lose it, he snagged the washcloth away and muttered with a quick kiss, "My turn."

He poured another dose of soap on then began to repeat the cleaning on her body. Daryl moved along her neck, chest, breast, stomach, her hands and arms. Hermione's breath increased with each touch and he couldn't help himself as he let his soaped hands find her center and play with her folds. She was soaking wet, which wasn't from the shower and as he played with her clit, she moaned deeply, which was his undoing. All his control vanished. He just had to have her here and now. Without a word, he pulled her flushed against his body and kissed her deeply.

One hand was playing with silky folds, while his other hand was buried in her wet hair. He couldn't get enough of her lips, this kiss or her taste. He never wanted to get enough of his witch. She was everything he could have dreamed for. The steam from the hot water, gave everything a more dreamlike moment, which pulled him deeper into the haze of his own need for his woman.

Daryl let his tongue brush against hers repeatedly, which left her shuddering against his lips. He loved teasing that mouth and could spend hours just doing that. He gently nipped on her lips, while she tried to catch his lips for another kiss, at the same time as he moved his hips and rubbed his erection close to her center, distracting her further as she moaned breathlessly against his mouth.

He knew it was driving her crazy. It was driving him crazy, but he loved seeing her flushed, shaking and hungry for his touch. He would never get tired of seeing her like that.

"Daryl," she breathed pleadingly and he couldn't keep up the teasing any longer. He kissed her deeply and groaned against her mouth.

He moved his hands down to her hips, bent a little, grabbed her bottom and pulled her up. Hermione immediately wrapped her legs and arms around his body, just as he pushed her up and against the shower wall. He freed one hand and swiftly grabbed her his throbbing member and placed it between her folds. He broke the kiss and watched her face change into a pleasure, as he slowly entered her. Her back arched, trying to push him further, as her lips parted and she moaned his name. Upon hearing his name, he pushed completely inside her and moaned her name in return. He pulled her for another deeper kiss, as he slowly thrust into her.

The water was still beating against his back, while he made love to Hermione. It had been too long since they were able to be together and simply worship her body. He kept the pace slow and steady, increased it only when he wasn't able to hold his own need back anymore. Hermione broke the kiss and moaned deeply, as she ached her back, before she wrapped herself more tightly against him. Her body was flush against him, as Daryl began to thrust faster and harder inside her. Hermione moaned against his neck. Said his name breathlessly and then she clenched around him hard. Pulling him along her own pleasure, as the familiar feeling of a gripping charge made him release in an almost forceful and uncontrollable way inside of her. Daryl closed his eyes and moaned Hermione's name, as the wave of pleasure came crushing down on him. Daryl leaned his hand against the wall, when his legs began to tremble from his own release.

Both held each other tightly, while they were savoring the feeling. Hermione panted against his neck, as her head leaned on his shoulder, which sent pleasant shivers down his body.

"I love you," he spoke, as he placed kisses along her shoulder.

"And I love you," she said and kissed his neck gently.

"I wanna marry you… I'm done waiting," he confessed after a moment. Hermione looked up at him with a soft smile on her face, her eyes bright and skin beautifully flushed, which was all he needed to continue. "I want you to be mine and me yours. We've got all our people here… we can make a small party, that is if you-"

Hermione cut his words by kissing him gently and Daryl's heart calmed down. She broke the kiss gently and said, "I don't need a grand celebration. All I need is you and as you said, our family is here as well. That's all we need."

She bit her lips and looking a little sheepish, before she asked, "When do you want to do it?"

Daryl shrugged, trying to hide his nervousness, while at the same time, trying to control his arousal as he felt himself getting hard inside of Hermione again. Hermione's lips partnered a little and gasped, when Daryl thrust a little inside of her again. Daryl closed the distance and kissed her soft lips softly.

"How about tomorrow?" Daryl asked, as he pulled a little away from the kiss.

"I like tomorrow," was all she said, before she kissed him deeply.

Daryl looked at the night stand, where a framed moving picture of their wedding day stood. He remembered how nervous and worried he had been that day, especially when he had waited for Hermione at the small altar, which Draco, Leah and Leo had set up. Leah and Leo were the siblings who had taken care of the twins of their deceased brother and sister-in-law and had been all too happy to help with the wedding.

Daryl had of course noticed the eyes Leo had made to Hermione in the beginning, but that had thankfully stopped when he had unmistakably realized that she was taken. Especially, after Hermione had announced at breakfast the very next morning, that the two of them wanted to marry the same day. Everyone had been happy about the news and offered to help.

By sunset, the whole wedding preparation had been ready. Daryl had actually thought that it would be something small, maybe something similar to what Maggie and Glenn had, back at the prison, but once the wedding was mentioned, everyone wanted to butt in and help. In hindsight, he was grateful for their help, even though he really hated the spotlight and attention on him.

He still recalled the first thought he had, when Hermione had shown up, in her long white dress, that hugged her body tightly until it flooded down her hips and fell all the way to the ground, that he was one lucky bastard to have her love him. She had literally stolen his breath away, the moment he saw her and when she stood before him, he couldn't help himself, but pull her into a deep kiss. Everyone had laughed and teased them to wait until they were officially married.

Hershel and Julius, the older man from the village, made the wedding ceremony together, apparently it wasn't an unusual thing for non-magical and magical weddings. Hershel had said a few words from the bible, before Julius took over and finished the wedding ceremony by making it a magical binding, which included magical wedding rings that would always help them find each other.

Daryl had wanted the binding ceremony, after Hermione had told him about the myth said behind this ritual. It was said, that the couple would be bound by soul and heart to be with each other in this, after and next life. Their souls would always find a way to be together, no matter where or when they would meet again and he liked the idea of it. He secretly wondered, if this wasn't already the case with him and Hermione.

How great were the chances that Hermione would be living in Atlanta, moving from England after facing so much scorn for being who she was and her connection to Draco and Harry, for the world to go to shit a few years later, only to find each other in the chaos of the walking dead, in middle of the woods?

Daryl knew he would never get an answer to this question. He was just thankful for having Hermione in his life.

There had been this moment, right after they had spoken their binding vows and kissed his wife officially for the first time that he felt for the first time in his life complete. It was like a warm rush going through his body that made his heart skip a beat or two. It was like a part of him had been missing, which he hadn't even known was missing in the first place. When they had pulled away from their first kiss, after the loud applause and catcalls from their audience, he looked into her eyes and knew that from her expression on her face that she had felt the same thing. But what took his breath away and made him go for another kiss, much to the amusement of their guests, had been the way she looked at him. It was like seeing the same love he felt for her. Hell, if possible, he had fallen in love with her even more in that moment.

After they were able to stop 'snogging each other rotten', as Draco had put it, they threw a little party, which was a little bigger than their first night of their arrival. Everyone danced, ate, drank and simply had fun. Even though dancing wasn't his thing, he simply excused it to himself and anyone who tried to tease him that he liked holding his wife. It had earned him a few kisses, from Hermione in return, while the others left their teasing comments.

It had been a beautiful wedding.

Every day, every moment for the past three years, he had been married to Hermione was absolutely perfect. He loved her so much that it sometimes scared him. Even after all these times, he worried to lose her or fails to keep her safe. He knew that these fears would probably never leave him, as long as he lived.

He knew his fears were unfounded, especially with the protections that had been placed around this town.

Shorty, after the wedding, Hermione, Harry and Draco had planned with their group and the locals on how to get this place more secure. Of course Julius, Leah and Leo swore up and down that the place was safe and the wards were old magic, but Hermione had quickly pointed out the flaws this place still had. Wards could be brought down and the place could be found by other wizards and witches, which apparently had happened a few times, before their group had shown up. The other wizards and witches had been dangerous and a threat to their family and people. Several had died during those days.

Afterwards, it was enough to get the two wizards and the witch on board to build stronger protections. At first, they had created a physical wall around the whole town, right before the wards would begin, as a second line of defense. They went several feet up and even on the highest rooftop of the house, it wasn't possible to see over the wall. The entrance point held another security point, where only those who were keyed into it would be able to pass through, meaning, only Hermione, Harry, Draco, Teddy, Julius, Leah and Leo, those who had a wand. Anyone else needed one of the witches or wizards to be able to come and go from the town.

After they had built the thick wall around the place, they had added complicated runes all over the wall. They cast them in a specific pattern, branded the runes into the stone, which made the wall impossible to break. They had actually tested it with several explosive spells and guns, but there hadn't been even a scratch. Afterwards, they had worked out a way to strengthen the magical wards at the place. Even with magic, it had taken them almost three months to get the security around the town completely set.

In the meantime, everyone else begun to help where they could, by cleaning the houses, even when the house-elves had tried to stop them. Soon, people had begun to find in their own places and settled in. He and Hermione took a house right next to Harry's and Rick's, where Teddy and Carl were also staying.

It had taken many people a while to really relax, which they could finally do after the wards and wall had been set up. It was like, a huge wave of relief had settled over everyone, and people began to spread out and try to make it livable around the place.

Everybody had begun to contribute wherever they could and found things they could work with. Farming the fields, running the shops, helping in the healer's practice, opening a school for the kids, which had self-defense and survival training classes and anything else around the place had to provide or the people needed. Even the growing kids, Teddy, Carl, Beth and Sophia had begun to help around more. Not that they were kids anymore.

It was to no ones surprised that Teddy and Beth ended up together, as did Carl and Sophia. Daryl remembered the teasing both couples had gotten, especially from Hermione, who teamed up with Carol to give those four a lecture in safe sex. He still recalled their horrified and red faces, in Teddy's case, red head, when Hermione went methodically about that topic. Daryl was sure that Hermione did this on purpose by embarrassing them on purpose, especially when those two women began to drill the kids about the nature of hormones and the few times they had been caught sneaking around, pointing out who had caught them. It had only mortified the kids more, much to Daryl's amusement.

Now, nothing fazed those once teenage couples anymore.

Life had been great ever since they had found this place. Everything was safe and secure. There was no fear of losing everything or anyone to the walkers or crazy people at any time.

The only times something ever happened, was when he went for hunting trips with Hermione, or Draco and Michonne, or Harry. They weren't only there as a back-up, but also to be able to return back to Greenpeach Town. They still needed to eat meat, even if they had other foods to survive on. Over the time they had found find animals to keep at the farm, but hadn't been enough to live on them solely.

On those hunting trips, they would stumble upon walkers, or even people. Most of them they couldn't take the risk of taking them back to their town, especially when they saw how shady and dangerous they looked. A few times, they had met somewhat normal people, who either wanted to go on or asked for help and were taken in. Of course, Hermione, Harry and Draco, began to take all kinds of safety measures with them from Veritaserum interrogations to monitoring the newcomers. It had taken them a while to settle down, which had been a little difficult when faced with the possibility of magic, but they did in the end.

Twice they had come across magical people, which had made everyone even more nervous. Once, it was a small magical family who were harmless, but the other time, they had to handle it the hard way, especially, when they tried to attack them and the town.

Beside these hunting trips, life had been peaceful, for the first time in Daryl's life.

His thoughts got interrupted, when he heard a baby cry coming from the monitor that stood on the night table, next to their bed. Hermione moved with a groan upon hearing the sound, but Daryl placed a quick kiss on her forehead and said, "I've got this. Go back to sleep."

Daryl slowly untangled himself from his wife, who had fallen back to sleep and placed another kiss on her cheek, before he stood up walked across the hall to his son's nursery. He swiftly crossed the room to the crib and looked down, only to find his 6 months old son, who rolled down on his belly, and had pushed himself to his hands and knees.

Daryl gently grabbed his son from the crib, who immediately stopped crying as Daryl gave him a kiss on his forehead, "Shouldn't you be sleeping, Lil' Tyke."

He held him close to his chest, as he walked towards the changing table and began the morning routine. Daryl gently placed him on the table, while he softly talked to his son, while he changed his diaper.

It amazed him every time when he looked at the child, only to be reminded that it was his son. Hermione and his son. He chuckled a little, when he remembered the first time, Hermione had told him about their son's arrival.

Daryl had been worried about his wife for a week now. Something was wrong, he just knew it. Hermione looked tired and pale. Daryl couldn't remember ever seeing her this way, but what really irked him was that she refused to take potions to heal herself. A few others had also noted that Hermione was looking seriously sick and it wasn't getting any better.

Daryl watched her eat a soup Carol had made for her, believing that it would help settle her stomach down. So far, it looked like it worked.

"Feel better," Daryl asked sitting next to her, watching her like a hawk as she slowly ate.

Hermione nodded, opened her mouth to say something, when she lost the little color she had gained. She quickly gave him the bowl of soup and ran to the bathroom. Even with the door closed was he able to hear the retching coming from the other side. Daryl quickly followed, after putting the food on the table and walked into the bathroom towards Hermione. He gently grabbed her hair and held it up, while she emptied the little food she had eaten.

After a moment, Hermione was done, flushed the toilet and then rinsed her mouth with a mint mouthwash that.

Daryl looked at her closely and touched her face. He couldn't hide the sigh of relief, when her face felt cool. The only thing that still kept him from completely freaking out was that Hermione didn't have any fever.

"Maybe we should have Draco or Hershel have a look at you, cause you're too stubborn to take meds," Daryl said worriedly and not able to hide the scolding in his voice.

"I'm not sick, Daryl."

"You're kidding me?" Daryl exclaimed in disbelief. "You've been sick for a week. Can't eat anything. You're always tired. Why wont'cha take a potion or any meds?" He was becoming angry with for taking her own health so lightly. Seeing her like this was driving him crazy with worry and he just didn't want to see her like this anymore.

"Hermione," he sighed when he noted that her eyes filled with tears. He took a deep breath and pleaded in a calmer voice, "Just tell me what's going on, please. I hate seeing you like this."

"I… I know we haven't talked about this and I'm sure we would have at some point. I'm still not sure how it happened, to be honest with you. I think maybe it was the potion I took, when I had this headache that it messed with my other potions and that it was the reason why it stopped working. Even though, it should have happened. Maybe I should have asked about the potions I couldn't use whenever I use my potion, and-"

Daryl took a step closer to her and held her face gently, making her stop babbling things that made little sense to him. He knew Hermione. He knew that whenever she was nervous that she would say anything that went through her head. It was like the spoke her line of thoughts out loud.

"Hermione, what's wrong?" Daryl asked in a calm voice, which barely did anything.

Hermione took a deep breath and said in a shaky, "I'm pregnant."

Daryl's eyes widened. "What?"

Hermione's eyes tore up again and continued in rushed words, "I know, we never talked about children. I mean, in the beginning we never had time or thought about talking children. Not that it means that I don't want them. I do, even though it was an accident, but I don't know what you think about it and I-"

Daryl pulled her face into a deep kiss and held her close. His heart was racing at the news. He was going to be a father. A dad. And the thought sent a rollercoaster ride of emotions through him, but mostly he was happy. Hermione wrapped her arms around him and he could feel that she had finally calmed down.

Daryl broke the kiss gently and couldn't help the big grin widely, "I knocked y'up, even with all the potions?"

Hermione laughed at his words and brushed the few tears away, "Yes, you did."

"Hell yeah, I did! My boys can swim!" Daryl said happily, lifting her into his arms and circled her around, which caused Hermione to laugh even more.

"Can't wait to see Lil' Tyke running around!" Daryl announced, before he crushed his lips against his wife's lips.

Daryl smiled at the memory and at his son who tried to push his fist into his mouth. Daryl quickly pulled up his son's pants over the new diapers, before he lifted him up and back into his arms.

"Betcha you're hungry, ain't ya, Lil'Man?" Daryl said, kissed him on the head, as he quietly walked into the kitchen. He held his son and quickly warmed up the bottle with the breast pumped baby-milk, Hermione had kept stored in the fridge. Daryl didn't mind waking up in the morning to take care of his son in the morning. He had actually come to enjoy them. Just him and his Lil' Tyke, the new man in the house.

"Just a little moment more, all right?" Daryl spoke gently and looked at his son, who gave him a wide smile that reminded him of Hermione. "That's my man," Daryl cooed and kissed him gently on the cheek. He pulled the bottle out of the hot pan that was filled with water and checked the temperature. Satisfied with the result, Daryl walked to the living room and sat couch with his son cradled in his arm, before giving him the bottle. He immediately latched on it and began to suckle on it eagerly.

Daryl smiled down at his little baby. It was still surreal for him that he was a dad. That this little boy was part of Hermione and him. Even during Hermione's pregnancy, he couldn't believe that someone was growing inside of her. Draco, who was the most experienced with healing spells, due to Hermione's teaching in the past years, had been able to perform the spell that would allow them to see their baby. Man, had he been floored when he had seen his son for the first time this way. It wasn't a perfect view, but it was enough to discover the gender, see his son up close and even make out some features. He couldn't stop looking at their kid and had even told Draco to pull up the image again, cause he wanted to see it again. The wizard didn't object and did what he was told.

What he had also enjoyed during the pregnancy was seeing the roundness of her belly, proving that a little human was growing inside of her, but when he had felt the little kicks against his hand, had made it all too real for him. Daryl had loved those moments. He had loved seeing Hermione carrying his baby. She had looked so beautiful, all bright and glowing, which was in a literal sense. Whenever she was truly happy her skin would begin to glow a little more, to the amusement of many people. Those cravings of her where the weirdest shit had ever seen. He had thought that movies and TV shows had made those things up about woman eating pickles with chocolate, but they had nothing on his woman.

Hermione craved green peaches with hot sauce, the spicier the better. Fish with peanut butter. Thankfully, there was a lake in the town where they were actually able to get them and were able to harvest most of their food on the farm with the magical plants. Then there was those peanut butter shakes or fried oranges or lemons with cheese cream. Everyone had been disgusted by it and some others had even refused to sit close to Hermione, whenever they were eating, but Daryl didn't mind. He had actually found it quite entertaining and kept asking how it tasted. Of course, he had declined most of her offers, especially when it involved scrambled eggs with caramelized peaches and hot sauce.

He had loved every day of Hermione's pregnancy, until she went to labor and he began to freak out when he saw how much in pain she truly was. Draco tried to calm him down, telling him that this was normal, but it hadn't worked. Daryl hadn't been able to calm down, not until his son had finally shown up.

Daryl couldn't move his eyes from his son, as the little baby drank from Hermione's breast. He was healthy, had all toes and fingers and was simply perfect. He had a lot of dark hair on his head and he could already see that they were going to get curly, like Hermione's.

"He's perfect," Hermione said, as she gently brushed their son's face.

"He is," Daryl agreed. He didn't know that he could have ever loved anyone else beside Hermione. During the nine months of pregnancy, he had already loved his unborn baby, but seeing him here now, his heart felt like bursting with even more love. He loved his son, who still didn't have a name yet.

He silently watched him finish his feeding and Hermione put him gently on the shoulder, after she rightened her shirt. She rubbed his back gently, until he a little air left his mouth. Hermione smiled at Daryl and asked, "Do you want to hold him again?"

"Yeah," he said, not able to form any more words. Daryl picked his son gently up and held him in the cradle of his arms. Usually, most babies had their eyes closed or barely open, but not his son. His eyes, a light blue eyes, the same color as his, were wide open and stared right back at him.

"Hey, Lil'Man, I'm your dad. We've been waitin' for you, y'know. Gotta tell you all about your momma's funky food cravings."

"Daryl," Hermione scolded and laughed at the same time.

He turned and smiled at his wife, who still looked exhausted, but even more so beautiful to him. His eyes looked back on his son, who was becoming more sleepy as his eyes begun to drop.

"Your mum and I love you, y'know that?"

Daryl pulled him up a little closer and kissed his head gently. The thought of being a father had also terrified him, but he promised himself that he would make sure that he showed his son how much he loved him, every single day. He would teach him, everything he knew and Hermione would do everything else, which was probably way more than he knew, but he didn't mind. He loved them both, his wife and son, and he would love them with his last breath and even beyond. He would prove them, his small family, that they mean the world to him.

"I was thinking of a name we could call him," Hermione spoke gently, which made Daryl look back at her and waited for her to continue. "Brendan Steve. A form of Brenda, to honor your mum and for my dad."

Daryl's heart if possible made another leap in his chest and he wondered not for the first time and probably not for the last time, what he did to deserve someone like her in his life. He leaned closer and kissed Hermione softly on the lips and said, "It's perfect."

Daryl looked down and the now sleeping baby in his arm and held him a little towards Hermione and said, "Brandon Steve Dixon. I like it. It's a badass name." Hermione laughed lightly next to him.

"I love you, Daryl," Hermione said sincerely.

"And I love you, Hermione," he replied and kissed her on the lips, which were a little swollen from all the lip biting in the labor.

Their little moment ended, when Draco showed up again, with half the town in tow, who wanted to greet the newest addition.

"That's my boy," Daryl said proudly, after Brendan finished his bottle. He quickly placed the empty bottle on the table, before he moved his son over his shoulder and stood up. He walked slowly around as he rubbed his son's back gently.

"Did'cha mum tell you that you're going to be a big brother soon? Betcha didn't see that one comin', Lil' Tyke," Daryl spoke softly. He was still completely overwhelmed and happy about the news of Hermione being pregnant again. He still couldn't believe it.

Daryl smiled, remembering the way Hermione had announced that she was pregnant again.

Daryl walked back into the house and greeted his wife with a kiss. He had noted that she looked exhausted and tired, which he hated seeing her like this. Without another word, he took Brendan from her arms and told her to rest, while he took care of their son.

"Are you exhausting your momma, Littl' Man?" Daryl asked his son, who was about to fall asleep, against his chest. He walked slowly towards Brendan's room, kissed his now sleeping son's forehead, before Daryl put Brendan into his crib. With a last glance at his sleeping son, Daryl left the door open and walked back to the living room. He sat next to Hermione and pulled her into his arms.

"You ok? I can get Draco, if you want."

Hermione shook her head against his chest, before she pushed away and sat up straight. She looked pale, while biting her lip nervously.

"Something wrong?" Daryl asked, knowing that something was up.

"Yes, no… not wrong. Unexpected, yes. I honestly don't know how it could have happened. I mean I took the potions just like I usually did, maybe Draco mucked it up. Maybe he did it on purpose? I wouldn't put it past the little ferret to do something like that," she said and scolded angrily, "He probably did it to have a laugh or win some bloody bet. Oh, when I get my hand on that pale blonde good for nothing bimbo, I will make sure that he won't be able to perform anything anymore-"

Daryl gently stopped her plotting of Draco's demise by gently grabbing her face and making her look back at him and ask, "What happened?"

All he knew so far is that Draco had messed up a potion.

"I- I don't know how to tell you this, Daryl. We just got Brendan and we are still getting in the role of being parents. It's not that I regret it or anything, but this is such a big surprise and I-"

"Wait!" Daryl cut her off, as his heart began to beat a mile a minute. "Are you- Are you saying, you're pregnant?"

"Yes," Hermione said finally and muttered under her breath, "I really need to find a way to say it without babbling."

"For real? I knocked you up again?" Daryl's eyes widened and grinned happily at his woman.

Seeing Daryl's reaction calmed her immediately down and smiled in return, "Yes, I'm pregnant again."

Daryl didn't let her say anything else, as he pulled her closer for a deep kiss, showing her how much he loved her and the new growing addition.

"I will show you how to be a good big brother to your baby sister or brother. You need to always care and love your little sibling, just like he or she will do the same to you," Daryl said gently. Brendan burped a little and Daryl pulled him closer to his chest to look at him. His son had his blue eyes and even hair color, but Hermione's curly hair, which wasn't as wild as hers though. Hermione said that she was glad about it, but Daryl wouldn't have minded seeing his boy with a little wilder hair. He had teased Hermione that it would give their son a good bad-boy image, to which she only laughed.

Seeing his son now in his arms and knowing that another child was on the way, made him happy and a bit worried. He wanted to show his kids how to be good siblings and how to care for each other. His thoughts had drifted to Merle more often lately. He wished he could have met his son and be part of his life. Daryl knew that his brother wasn't the best person, but he knew what family should have meant and what he had known, he had thought Daryl. Merle had shown Daryl how to be loyal to his brother, even if it wasn't the best or easiest way. Before he had gotten involved with his bad friends, Merle did have his back. Daryl had trusted him and learned everything he knew to fight. Merle was part of the reason of the man Daryl had become today. Without him, he wouldn't have been able to survive for so long or begin to see their group as their family and treat them as such, even when Merle had lost his way for a long time. In the end, before he was killed all those years ago, Daryl had his real brother back.

As a kid, Daryl had wished for a happy family, but soon realized that he wouldn't have something like that. He had his brother and that had been all he needed. His death had left a small hole in him, which he knew would always be there.

Brendan's eyes began to get heavy and he knew that he would be back to sleep soon.

"I'll always be there for you. No matter what. Your mum and I will always love you and care for you," Daryl vowed not for the last time to his son. He slowly walked back to his son's bedroom and put him gently in it, after he fell asleep. Daryl stayed for a moment and just watched his son sleep. He still couldn't believe that another child would be here in less than 9 months and that he would become a father again.

So much had changed in the last years for their people here in town. Michonne and Draco had a baby girl, with the cutest coloring possible, light brown skin with Draco's blond hair and grey eyes. It was like the wizard's gene had punched his way through, as Harry liked to refer to it.

Harry and Rick were still together and happy. Carl and Teddy had moved in with their girlfriends, after getting a lecture from Hershel and Carol. The boys had looked terrified, which had been hilarious to see. But the most funny thing had been when just a few months before Brendan's birth, Hermione kept showing up at those young couple's places, reminding them the responsibility of safer sex and showing the hormonal side of her pregnancy, which he still believed was mostly an act.

Now that Hermione was pregnant again, Daryl wondered if Hermione would do something like that again. He wouldn't mind seeing that though.

Sasha and Bob had two kids so far. Tyreese dated one of the new additions who had joined the town, two years ago. Carol was actually together with Leo, and his sister, Leah had actually hooked up with Tara. Daryl hadn't seen that one coming. Ford and Rosita stayed together and just last year, they had their first kid. Eugene got together with another woman, and together they had a son, a year ago and so far, it looked steady.

Glenn and Maggie had three kids. What no one had known was, that Maggie had been pregnant when they had found the Greenpeach Town. They had been so far the largest family. That is if Hermione and Daryl kept up the accident pregnancies or how he liked to think of it as 'surprise-babies'. He once heard about a betting pool about the couples around them and how many babies who would have… not that Hermione knew about it.

Everything began to work out for their group. The schools, mixed with magical and non-magical kids were running and working.

Daryl had wondered if his kids would be magical and he had actually worried what Hermione thought about it. She just told him that as long as they were healthy, that she didn't care. She loved them regardless. It was a relief for him. He didn't want her to regret having non-magical children. Daryl actually hoped that his kids would become magical. It would give them more ability to protect themselves. But they would only know in the next years, when they become older and their magic could manifest within them.

Draco, on the other hand believed that their kids were definitely magical, especially, with the weird food cravings Hermione had, bursts of accidental magic, glowing skin and during the labor, where she had expressed more accidental magic than ever. It was only in theory, Draco had explained to Daryl that those things were usually signs of giving birth to a magical child. It wasn't foolproof and a magical core could also be permanently damaged by dark magic or dangerous accidents. The blonde wizard had told him this, after Daryl caught him alone and asked Draco about the possibility of his son being a wizard. Draco hadn't even looked worried, only said that any kid from Hermione would be a witch or wizard. She was by far, one of the most powerful and talented witches he had ever known. Daryl secretly hoped that he was right.

With a last glance at his son, Daryl walked back to his and Hermione's bedroom and crawled under the blanket. Just as he had settled back in, Hermione closed the distance and rested back on his chest, while she was still fast asleep. She always moved close to him during her sleep. It was as if she knew he was there and needed the touch, just like he needed it. He loved it how she sought him out whenever she slept. He was pretty sure that he did the same thing as well, since he often woke up with his arms wrapped around her.

Daryl gently kissed her head and took a deep breath, taking in her scent. It was still surreal how much his life had changed in the last 5 years. He had never believed or hoped to have such a life. A wife. A son. Another baby on the way. A family.

Even a future was now possible for all of them.

"Whose your favorite uncle, Lil' Tyke?" Daryl asked holding his son up to both Harry and Draco, who began to make silly faces, trying to get Brendan to choose one of them. His son only smiled and laughed at them, especially, after Draco made bubbles come out of his mouth.

"Hey! That's cheating, Malfoy!" Harry exclaimed annoyed. For some reason Harry and Draco used their last names, whenever they got angry, annoyed or pissed at each other.

Draco only rolled his eyes and said, while smiling at Brendan, "You're just annoyed cause you didn't think of that first. See, another reason why it's good to be a Slytherin. We are cunning and ambitious, Potter."

"Sneaky and cheaty, that's what you mean."

Draco raised an eyebrow at the wizard and asked, "Cheaty isn't even a word."

"It is now!" Harry said stubbornly.

"You're such a Gryffindor. Brawny and brainless."

"Hey!" Hermione scolded, which only made his three months old son laugh more.

"You are clearly the exception, Hermione," Draco said calmly. "The barmy hat didn't know what it was thinking putting you with these… barbarians."

Several people laughed at the banter of the three as they sat together at Daryl's and Hermione's house. Daryl, Rick and Michonne stayed out of their little verbal fights and enjoyed the day. Judith, who was almost 4 years old, colored happily next Andre and Scorpius who were playing a magical card game. Michonne held her daughter, Celeste, who was a little over a year old. She played with a magical plush that looked like a dragon, while giggled at the motion it made.

They laugher were stopped, when Teddy and Carl burst through the room, holding a magical radio.

"They found it!" Teddy shouted, "They have a cure!"

Instantly everyone was alert and wanted to know what was going on. Daryl paced the room with Brendan in his arms, while he listened to the radio, Teddy had turned on.

"It's true, dear listeners. As of today, the muggle organization WHO, also known as the World Health Organization in Geneva and Ireland have been able to find a cure that immunizes the human body from wounds inflicted by the undead. Testing still needs to be done on the magical people, but it looks promising. Our healers, potioneers and unspeakables with whom we were able to get in contact with, believe that this cure is also effective on any witches and wizards.

"This… this is a glorious day for us all out there," the man on the radio spoke in a shaky emotional voice. "The past five years, had been the worst in human history. By now, those who survived experiences the worst and most horrific years, since the dead began to rise, lost friends, families, saw death, fighting for their freedom and life's… and now… we can hope for a future again. Stay strong, wherever you are, it's over soon. We still don't know how everything began. Not even the muggles, who still fight and researched for the cure, could find out how it happened. Maybe we will never know how all this had happened, but there is hope for us and that's all we need. A second chance.

"For all of you, who just signed in. Yes, it's true, dear listeners. The muggle organization WHO, also known as the World Health Organization in Geneva and Ireland have been able to find a cure. Now, we have a Healer Cheng with us, with whom we will talk about why he believes that the cures works on the magical people…"

Everyone had been beyond happy about the news of a cure. It would take months, until the cure would reach them, possibly by magical means, but all that mattered was that the possibility of a future was becoming real.

Maybe one day, in a few years, his children could venture out without seeing any walkers. They knew that life wouldn't be the same again. It would probably take even more time to repair the damage and make the streets safe again, but Daryl knew deep down, that he wouldn't be able to trust the outside world again. Hell, he didn't even trust it before the dead decided to walk around and turn everything to shit.

The only place Daryl could ever call home was right here with his family, in this small magical town. It was peaceful, safe and he trusted everyone in this place. It was his own slice of heaven and he wouldn't give it up for the world.

Daryl looked down at his sleeping wife and pulled her a little closer, before he closed his own eyes. He knew with every beat of his heart that Hermione was the true reason and the key to his happiness. She was the weight of his heart. The love of his life, in this world and any other.

The End.

A/N: So, this is it. I hope you enjoyed it. :) Let me know what your thoughts are to this chapter :)

I also wanted to point out that even though this story will have the status of 'complete' there will be a bonus chapter at some point. I don't know when I will be able to write it, since my RL is a bit chaotic at the moment, leaving me little time to write. BUT there will be a bonus chapter in the future.

Also, here is my playlist for this chapter:

Legendary Lovers by Katy Perry

Unconditionally by Katy Perry (again)

Mirrors by Justin Timberlake