Here we go with another chapter for you guys, I'm trying to keep to a somewhat regular schedule when it comes to updating for you all. Hopefully, you'll be happy with this next chapter.

They were slowly making their way through the woodlands that surrounded their home. Each step was judged and determined carefully, weighing up the positive and negatives as to whether it would impact the task at hand. Leaves crumbled around them as they fell from their trees upon the floor around them.

The couple began to make their way through a thicket of shrubbery and bushes, moving towards a clearing that they had encountered a few weeks beforehand when they had decided to take a hunting trip. This time, they were out in the woods for a romantic weekend of camping, or at least that was how Daryl had labelled it.

He had planned to show his girlfriend the ins and outs of being a Dixon, starting with their penchant of spending mass quantities of time within the surrounding woodlands, living of the land and surviving with little. Nevara had been sceptical of the whole thing, but seeing Daryl get so excited as they packed up the truck, she knew that she would give the experience a chance and try to enjoy it, for him.

So far, they had spent hours traipsing around the woods searching for the perfect place to set up their camp, Daryl had been adamant on them camping in the perfect little clearing they had found, and not in any old camping grounds. He wanted them to immerse themselves in the nature that surrounded them, to live it rough and tough, and Nevara was willing to do pretty much anything for Daryl when it came down to it.

Moving into the clearing, Nevara noted that there was already a tent set up in the middle of it, and that there were fairy lights covering the outside of the tent and the small canopy that was attached. Underneath, she recognised the lawn set that they had bought a few weeks beforehand, and a lit fire pit waiting for them, with a cooler perched next to it.

"Daryl, what is all of this? I thought you were carrying the tent with you now?" Nevara questioned him as she stopped and stared at her boyfriend in confusion. A small grin tugged at Daryl's lips as he turned to face his girlfriend, he had hoped that she would be surprised by his gesture, and it seemed to have worked well. He'd been a bit worried that she wouldn't enjoy their trip, so he made sure to come out earlier that afternoon and set up the campsite for them in advance, to make the trip more romantic for Nevara.

"I wanted to thank you for coming out here with me, I know hunting isn't really your thing, but you still came, and I thought if the campsite was a bit more romantic and homely then you'd enjoy yourself more."

"Daryl, I don't need fairy lights to enjoy myself with you, and yes, hunting may not be my cup of tea, but I love you and I will come hunting with you anytime if it makes you happy."

"Does that mean you don't like it, I can take it down if you don't," Daryl began to move towards the tent, ready to rip down all the decorations he'd worked on putting up, frustration taking over his body.

"Daryl don't, I love it. Honestly, its beautiful, and the most romantic thing you, or anyone has ever done for me, please don't rip it down." Moving towards him, she grasped his hands in hers and held them against her heart as she spoke to him, ensuring that he didn't damage all his arduous work.

Enveloping her in his arms, Daryl placed a chaste kiss upon her head before looking over the campsite he had spent the afternoon creating. The fairy lights twinkled warmly against a backdrop of dark green woodland, creating an atmosphere that he knew Nevara would find calming. The fire was roaring, sending small sparks off into multiple directions while omitting a heat around the campsite that was undeniably welcome. He had done pretty well with trying to create a romantic setting.

"You sure it isn't too much?" He grumbled into her hair as she wrapped her arms around his neck, leaning up to pepper his face with light and delicate kisses. He loved how affectionate she could be with him, but sometimes it could make him feel uncomfortable and unworthy.

"I'm positive Daryl, it's amazing. I just can't imagine how much work and time this must have taken you," she began to fret as she gazed up into his bright blue eyes, "I hope you aren't too tired, we have a lot of plans for this evening and tomorrow."

"How about we start with making some smores? I know you love them," he teased as he picked her up and carried her towards the fire and placing her down gently on the log he had positioned beside the fire earlier that day.

"Yes, you really pulled out all the stops, didn't you?" She grinned up at him as he reached behind her to pick up the cooler bag he had left behind. Unzipping it, he reached inside and grabbed a packet of marshmallows and some mini chocolate bars, depositing them in her lap with a stern glance, warning her not to eat them yet.

"You're worth it, and don't you dare eat them marshmallows like I know you're about to. I didn't bring any spares," as he reached into the rucksack he had been carrying for the crackers to sandwich the chocolate and marshmallows together, Daryl heard the crackling of a plastic bag being opened and shot his head round to eye his girlfriend up.

"I was only going to test them to make sure they were good to eat." Nevara pouted and stared at her boyfriend with big wide eyes, pleading with him to give in and let her eat the sweet and fluffy morsels of goodness.

"No, you were going to eat the whole pack and then complain that there aren't any left for smores. I know you well enough Nevara," she looked down before sending a blinding grin his way, knowing that there was no tangible way to deny the fact that she had been hoping to sneak some marshmallows before he could notice. Trust Nevara to forget that Daryl was a hunter and could hear anything from anywhere.

"Fine, but they would have totally been worth it, now hurry, we need to cook these delicious things now, I'm starving Daryl!" there was a hint of mischievousness in her voice, letting him know that she was messing with him.

"Alright then, now you can open the chocolate and the marshmallows, you sneaky little thing," unwrapping the crackers Daryl placed them on a paper plate that had also been in the rucksack he had been carrying.

The pair began to stack the marshmallows and the chocolate between the crackers, before skewering them onto wooden sticks that Daryl had stripped the bark from earlier that day with his hunting knife. Placing the smore stacked sticks within the tips of flames, the couple watched as the chocolate began to melt and the marshmallows bubbled and caramelised, before pulling them from the flames.

Nevara gently leant against Daryl, resting her head on his shoulder and staring up at him as they removed the smores from the sticks and began to eat them. Mouths coated in melted chocolate, and fingers smothered in the stickiness of marshmallows the couple began to laugh as they shared a messy, yet delicate kiss.

For Daryl, this was something he had never been able to do during his childhood. His old man would have beat him if he had ever been childish and made smores, they never had the money to splurge on stuff like that, and if they did, then his dad had drunk it away in one of his drinking binges. For Nevara, it was just nice to see that Daryl could release his inner child around her and felt comfortable in doing so. It had taken a long time for him to finally realise that it was okay to let out his inner child, and Nevara was happy that Daryl had become so much more confident since they began to date just under a year ago.

"So, was there an actual reason behind this beautifully romantic evening in the woods with smores and fairy lights?" Nevara was enjoying the evening, and couldn't believe how thoughtful Daryl had been in the setting up of the campsite that morning, but she still felt that there was something she was missing.

"Well," Daryl blushed and began to focus his gaze upon the fire in front of them, his voice shook slightly, and his confidence began to wane slightly as he thought of asking her the question that had been floating around his head over the past few weeks. Nevara knew that she had been right, and that there had been another reason behind this hunting trip, and she knew that she was going to get to the bottom of it, and soon.

"Daryl, whatever you have to say, then you can say it. I'm never going to put you down for your opinions or turn down any questions you have." Making sure that he looked her directly in the eye, Nevara tried to convey the truth behind her statement, and it seemed to work, as Daryl took a deep breath and built himself back up to ask her the important question.

"Move in with me. Please. I love you, and I want you to live with me, and you know that I've been working really hard, and I bought a house and I've been fixing it up, and it won't ever be perfect unless you're there to share it with me. So, move in with me please." It took a moment for Nevara to work out what he was saying, his words stumbling out of his mouth in a panicked rush that made them hard to understand. Once his words finally registered in her brain, she grinned, her teeth shining brightly as she looked at her nervous and shaky boyfriend with unrelenting glee.

"I'd say that I can't wait to see the house roomie." They shared a smile and a passion filled kiss as they both registered the fact that they were finally moving forward with their relationship, in a way that they were both excited with, "I would love to live with you Daryl, this is just the first step of our amazing future together. I can't wait to do this with you."

"I can't wait to spend the rest of my life with you Nevara. I love you."