Megan Grimes, thirty two years old and pregnant with her first child. It should be a happy time for her but instead she's fighting to survive with her sister in law and nephew. What happens when Daryl becomes overly protective of the mother to be?
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Daryl waited in the watch tower patiently for Megan. It was dark out, the only sounds were the odd moans of the walkers that huddled at the fences.
He heard the clanging of the metal door and looked over at the prison. He could see a figure heading towards him and could only assume it was Megan.
Eventually the person appeared and it was indeed Megan.
"You're late." He mumbled.
"Calm down lover boy, I had two kids to get to sleep."
"Lover boy?" He asked raising an eyebrow.
She grinned and leant against the railing. "It's Carol and Andrea's new name for you. I quite like it."
He shook his head. "Women..." He muttered.
She rolled her eyes. "So come on then impress me Dixon."
He stared at her blankly.
"Don't do this often do you?" She chuckled.
He shook his head.
"Well of course venues are limited these days, no nice dinners, or movies or even flowers or chocolates..." She chuckled.
"Actually.." He said and disappeared inside the watch tower. He came back a few seconds later holding a drooping flower and a chocolate had that had seen better days.
She laughed out loud.
He shrugged. "Best I could do. It was Carols stupid idea." He muttered.
"Oh Daryl, why even bother taking advice from those two loons?" She asked. "You didn't even have to do this..."
"I know but how do you start a relationship without going on a date?" He asked raising an eyebrow.
"I dunno. Matthew picked me up took me for dinner and at the end of the night declared I was his girlfriend. We were going strong until shit hit the fan."
"Your that easy?" He smirked.
"Only with the right man." She chuckled.
"And am I the right man?" He asked nervously looking down at the walkers at the fence.
"I'd say so." She said quietly. "Look at me." She ordered.
He did by turning his body to hers. "Sure you want the one armed women?" She asked chuckling slightly although he could see she was sad about it.
"Shows your strong...you survived a walker bite and having your arm chopped off in a prison with no real medical help. I like that...that your strong. Raising two kids, ones that ain't even your own, watching over Carl while his Dad acts like a crazy so and so and no longer acknowledges his own sister. Then there's Carol, Andrea and even Michonne, even though there's so much danger around the three of you still manage to have your chit chats over disgusting cups of tea like mother hens " He said chuckling as he put his hands on her hips. "I'm not romantic as you can see, I doubt I will be anything like Matthew or any other guy you've dated, but I do care about you, baby Matthew and Judith. A chance is all I ask for..."
"Did Carol write that for you?" She asked chuckling.
He smirked. "No she wrote something way longer."
She laughed. "Daryl...it's practically the end of the world. I don't think romance is a must anymore...I don't need romantic gestures or speeches especially when it's Merle and Carols ideas..I just need you."
He smirked. "Sounds better than the bullshit they were spewing."
She chuckled and he pulled her into a slightly awkward hug.
"Well anyway as nice as this is standing in the cold with walkers groans as the soundtrack I really want to go to bed.." She chuckled as she pulled away.
"Alright.." He said awkwardly.
She grinned and kissed his quickly on the lips. "You can join me after watch if you want." She blurted out while she still had the courage before darting out of the watch tower.
A few hours later and Megan was woken by the sounds of Matthews whimpers. She opened her eyes and looked over to his makeshift cot but her line of sight was blocked by a figure sat on her bed. The outline of scruffy hair, broad shoulders and strong arms told her it was Daryl.
She smiled to herself and kept quiet as Daryl gently rocked Matthew back to sleep.
Megan was surprised when she heard Daryl's gentle humming. Eventually Matthews whimpers died down to nothing and Daryl rose from the bed. She watched him place Matthew in the makeshift crib.
A single tear feel from her eyes as she watched Daryl bend down and kiss Matthew on the head. "Night little man." He whispered.
As he finished his sentence another set of whimpers echoed throughout the cell. This time it was Judith.
"You did that on purpose didn't you?" Daryl asked in a soft voice as he turned to the other cot and looked down at Judith.
Megan couldn't hold it in any longer. She let out a small chuckle alerting Daryl that she was awake. His head jerked to look at her.
"H-how long have you been awake?" He asked as he lifted Judith from the cot and sat down on the bed. Megan mimicked his position.
"Just long enough to know your a complete softie." She said nudging her shoulder with his.
"Tell anyone and I'll take your other arm." He joked.
She gasped dramatically. "And there's me thinking you loved me." She smiled.
Daryl turned to her, the only sound was the odd whimper from Judith.
"What?" He asked.
"What?" She repeated.
"You think I love you?" He asked.
"I don't think Daryl Dixon.,.." She leant in and whispered. "I know." Then she kissed him on the lips. Soft, gently and with no urgency..,perfect.
She pulled back and laid her head on his shoulder.
"It's okay Daryl because I love you too." She whispered.
Aww!
Any good? Pretty crappy date but I think I made up for it in the end right?