Summary: Daryl and the others have successfully saved Beth from the hospital but not without heavy losses, now travelling to the supposed safe Alexandria Safe Zone to find Maggie and Glenn, the group meet Riley Brooks a young woman with a mysterious past and the ability to see the dead both as walkers and spirits as they fight to survive and the terrifying mysteries surrounding Briarcliff Asylum as they battle living and dead. Daryl/OC, Beth/OC, Rick/Michonne, Tyresse/OC, Beth/OC friendship. Co – Written with WalkingPotterGirl14. Rated M for violence, graphic language, graphic and eventual sexual scenes. Carol bashing.
I do not own American Horror Story or The Walking dead, Scott Gimple, Kurt Sutter and Ryan Murphy have that privilege. Although I wouldn't have killed off Beth.
Special Thanks To: Hermione and Marcus, Kima Wolfwood, Monarchslayer, Caity6991 and missy7293. I hope you all had a wonderful Christmas.
Ghost Orchid
Chapter 25
When the movie had finished, Lily had fallen asleep in her parents arms, happily passed out on their laps.
Riley stroked Lily's soft blonde hair away from her face as she and Daryl went to take her to bed. Pirate followed them and they tucked her into bed. She no longer wore diapers.
"Goodnight sweet girl. Mommy and daddy love you," Riley said, kissing her soft forehead as did Daryl. Pirate sat down at the foot of her bed and snored softly.
The two of them went into their bedroom and undressed, both of them exhausted by the long day. Riley sighed in relief as they got under the bed sheets and Daryl held her tightly. They didn't need just sex to be close. They touched each other's hands or spoke to each other.
"Ya alright sweetheart?" Daryl asked softly as he rubbed her back soothingly. She smiled at his concern and curled into him comfortably,
"I think the baby's a boy," she told him. Daryl chuckled slightly as he rubbed her stomach lovingly.
"Hey there lili one. I'm yer daddy," Daryl whispered softly and nuzzled her stomach lovingly. Riley ran her hands through his thick, dark hair tenderly.
"And I'm your mama," Riley said smiling.
This was their baby.
A living breathing baby, a life that they had created together. Daryl made a silent vow then to never hurt him like his father had hurt him, Merle, Mac and Rose as children. No way in hell.
He saw Riley's eyes close and smiled lovingly. Riley was exhausted from the day's events and Fiona's death. They were having her funeral tomorrow morning in the church and the funeral would be held by Father Gabriel.
He slightly respected him more after finding out he had saved people in the group.
He held Riley tightly as he placed a protective hand over her stomach and fell asleep.
Fiona's funeral was beautiful. The smell of scented rose incense candles was in the air as everyone sat in the church pews with Chibs, Riley, Kerrianne, Daryl, Happy and Lily sitting in the front with the others behind them.
They sang prayers that reminded Riley of her mother's funeral.
"The Lord's my shepherd, I'll not want;
He makes me down to lie
In pastures green; he leadeth me
The quiet waters by."
"My soul he doth restore again,
And me to walk doth make
Within the paths of righteousness,
E'en for his own name's sake."
"Yea, though I walk in death's dark vale,
Yet will I fear no ill:
For thou art with me, and thy rod
And staff me comfort still."
"My table thou hast furnished
In presence of my foes;
My head thou dost with oil anoint
And my cup overflows."
"Goodness and mercy all my life
Shall surely follow me;
And in God's house for evermore
My dwelling-place shall be."
She felt memories come back as she thought about her own mother's funeral. She had been only nine. She had been so young.
To even think about that was crazily insane. It was nearly twenty years since that damn day. She remembered it had been snowing, but Riley didn't mind. The snow had been her mother's favorite type of weather.
She knew she was happy wherever she was. She was safe, and watching over them, along with Fiona and all her family members.
After the funeral, Riley sat outside near the cemetery as they had finished putting her body into one of the grounds. She looked down at her dress and sighed slightly.
She couldn't even remember the last time she wore a dress like this. It was black and flowy, reaching her mid-thigh, and showed off her long legs. She had put on a black cardigan and put her blonde hair up in a bun, letting two strands fall in front of her face.
It was sad. It really was.
She feels Daryl's arms go around her waist and nuzzle her neck. She tilts it back to look at him, a sad smile on her face.
"Hey," she says quietly.
"Hey," he replies, grabbing her hand. "Ya okay?" She shrugs.
"I guess. It's sad." He pulls her closer, tucking a piece of her hair behind her ear tenderly.
"Makes ya feel any better, ya look fuckin' amazin'." She smiles and feels her cheeks light up, kissing his cheek. Suddenly, she lets her hand trail up his arm and settle on his hip.
She didn't know if it was because of the emotions she was feeling right now with the funeral, or the hormones from the baby, but she felt confident.
"Wanna go back to the house?"
"Alright," Daryl said, nodding as everyone started heading back to their homes. Riley hugged Chibs, Kerrianne and Happy before leaving as Lily held their hands and they entered the house where Pirate was waiting.
Riley fed him while Daryl took Lily upstairs for her nap. Riley joined him as Pirate ate his food happily and Lily was in her pyjamas as she cuddled them both as Riley read her a story.
"Mama, is Grandma Fiona in heaven?" Lily asked sleepily. Riley paused as she tried to think of a way to explain when Daryl squeezed her hand encouragingly and Riley nodded.
"Yes sweetheart. She's with Grandma Ava, Grandma Bonnie and your great Grandmothers Lilah and Grandmother Marlena," Riley said softly and Lily nodded, looking comforted as she fell asleep with her parents at her side.
Riley kissed her forehead lovingly as did Daryl and they waited for Pirate who jumped on the bed. He slept beside Lily who cuddled him. Daryl took Riley into their bedroom to rest.
He watched as Riley took off her flat pumps as she sagged onto the bed, feeling drained. She hoped her dad and Kerrianne were doing ok, and she thanked God that her sister had Happy.
But her dad was alone though. She made a promise to check on him later.
Daryl rubbed her sore back as she sighed in relief, her muscles being soothed by Daryl's rough hands as she laid comfortably on her side. Daryl laid beside her tenderly.
"I miss her," Riley said sadly as she turned to face him. He wiped away her tears as he simply held her tightly.
"I know. She was an amazin' woman," he said softly, feeling his own heartache for his wife as he held her tightly. She curled into him and kissed him slowly, lovingly.
Daryl felt her pull off his shirt as he yanked off her tights.
"Let me touch you?" she asked softly as she kissed him lovingly on the lips.
"I'd rather touch ya instead," Daryl said as he rolled on top of her. She could feel Daryl's cock go hard through his sweatpants, and ran her hands down his chest, feeling his scars. Daryl pulled her dress off and kissed a trail from her neck, down over her chest, between her breasts, and finally to her stomach.
"Hey, little one," he said softly as he grinned at her stomach before making his way back up to her breasts. Riley gasped slightly when she felt his hot breath against her nipples as he watched them harden before lowering his mouth down and sucking gently, his teeth lightly biting down. Riley moaned softly, feeling the tension building up in her body, as Daryl's mouth continued to work its way further down.
"Please Daryl," she whimpered as he slid her panties down her legs. "I need you so much."
He lowered his head down and kissed the inside of her thigh, his hands running over the smooth skin there, before his tongue moved and slowly brushed over her clit, making her whimper underneath him. Fuck, this man drove her crazy. He began to move his tongue, licking at her, as she writhed around underneath him, her hands tangling into his hair. Her body was flooded with desire now.
"Daryl!" She gasped out. "Please!"
"I'm right here," Daryl said as he moved back up her body and hugged her tightly, before taking off his sweatpants and using one hand to guide himself into her, groaning as he slid into her tight walls. He pushed himself the whole way in, before leaning down to kiss her nose gently. She placed her hand on his hip, and began to encourage him to thrust into her, rocking her hips against him every time their skin met. She trailed her legs up to his waist and wrapped them around him tightly, allowing him even better access.
"More, Daryl," she begged. "Please. Harder, oh-" Daryl did as instructed and his rhythm was hard and fast, almost animalistic. He couldn't stop himself. He wanted her so much, needed her so much, and loved her so much. Forever.
His rhythm picked up with desperate need when suddenly he felt her hand against his cheek. "Look at me, Daryl, please," she said softly, and when he looked at her, he saw her cum. Her eyes fluttered shut, her body trembling with pleasure as her moans got louder and louder, and at the same moment he felt the tell-tale clenching of her interior muscles. She looked so fucking beautiful right then that it almost hurt; she was his, his family. Daryl thrust into her a few more times before he felt his body shake, and he came inside her, holding onto her waist tightly as he emptied himself, both of them breathing heavily.
"I- oh," she breathed out as she recovered from her orgasm. Daryl pulled her into him tightly as she stroked his cheek.
"Need more?" he asked gently.
"That depends," Riley smirked as she lay back against the pillow, and Daryl licked at her neck. "Are you offering?"
"Sure as fuck am." He said smirking as he licked along her collarbone and then down to the valley of her breasts where her locket was and licked his lips. She smiles at his motives and shakes her head, running her hand through his hair.
"I'm actually better," she says quietly. "There's just…so much loss. It feels like a funeral all the time." Daryl sighs and comes back up, holding her in his arms, kissing her hair lovingly.
"I know it is, but it ain't gonna happen to ya, or to Lily, or anyone in our family. We're gonna survive this shit, and it's gonna be okay." She nods, laying her head against his shoulder.
She brought things back too when she brought Maggie back to life, at that moment, everything clicked.
She could talk to spirits. She brought Maggie back. She saw the dead.
"Daryl…" she trails off, looking at him. He looks at her curiously for a second, seeing her confused look.
"What's wrong?" he asks quietly. She shakes her head, looking outside the window in her slight state of realization.
"Remember how I told you I brought Maggie back? How I had no idea what I was doing, but I was able to do it?" He nods.
"Yeah. Ya were confused about everythin' that was goin' on that day." She turns around and looks at her seriously, her brow raised in shock.
"I think I'm a Wiccan."
"A what?" Daryl asked confused as he looked at Riley who was looking at the vanity mirror intently as she realized what she had just said about her powers.
"A Wiccan. Someone who uses magic although I'm not a witch. I can just bring people back to life," Riley explained. Daryl nodded in understanding as he looked at her.
"Ya ain't gonna try anythin', are ya woman?" Daryl asked, worrying about her. Riley paused before shaking her head.
"Not while I'm having a baby. I won't put the baby at risk by meddling with things I don't understand," Riley said assuredly to Daryl who looked relived and hugged her tightly.
"I love ya. God I love ya," he said softly. Riley smiled as she hugged him tightly and they both fell into a dream filled sleep.
Quinn was running. He was running so hard as he and the other prisoners escaped the hell of the Elite Hunting.
He saw a highway up ahead and quickly ran on it as did his friends. They had found a car and Luke hot-wired it.
He hoped his momma was ok.
He missed her.
He missed her so much. And now he was just with a bunch of the people he had escaped with. Granted they were friends now, but he wanted his momma. He wanted to feel her warmth again, to be near her.
It was annoying how he was taken. He just wanted her.
"Quinn!' Someone suddenly says from the car. The boy looks up and Luke gestures his head over.
Quinn walks over and stands next to him.
"What's wrong?" he asks quietly.
"I just need you to hold this in place and then we'll have our own car." Quinn nods and holds the two wires in place while Luke fixes it quickly, smiling as a few sparks emerged from the engine. "Bingo. Let's go1" he exclaims to the rest of the group.
Quinn sits in the front next to Luke, looking outside with slight worry and slight excitement, happy to be away from the monsters that had taken him, but also at the fact he had no clue where his mother was, or where they were going.
"We need to find somewhere to go."
"I heard them talking about a safe zone near the city," one of the girls states. "Maybe we can go there."
Quinn nodded in agreement as they started driving aimlessly on the highway when they saw three men driving on motorcycles. They stopped and saw the group.
"Are you kids alright?" one of the men asked. Despite her better judgment, Lucy swallowed slightly from her dry throat as she cradled her little sister in her arms. Kathy had become sick and they needed help.
"We're looking for a Safe Zone. It's called Fort Charming," Quinn said, his Scottish accent coming out slightly as one of the men pulled off his helmet and looked at him. He had dark brown eyes that were hard but kind.
"Are you Moira's son, lad?" he asked gently and Quinn nodded quickly.
"Follow us."
Kerrianne, Beth, Felicity, Fawn and Riley were quite literally cooking all of the food while Violet, Zoe, Tara, Wendy and Lyla helped place the decorations. Moira had arrived to help, and even though she had a broken arm, she was very quick, especially for a Thanksgiving dinner.
Carol was sulkily doing the food with them under Gemma's watchful eyes. No one trusted her, but after Tara had examined her, it had become clear Carol was suffering from severe PTSD, and was now taking tablets.
Riley had started getting a bump, and it was usual to see Daryl or Lily rubbing her bump. Kerrianne called the baby little angel and Chibs called it his grandbaby. Beth and Remy called it little niece or nephew along with Happy and Kerrianne.
"Shouldn't we be worrying about the group attacking again?" Carol asked flatly.
Everyone glared at her warningly as Michonne sighed. Moira looked at her quickly. She had heard that Michonne had been a lawyer, so maybe she could help her.
"I'd like a divorce," she said bravely as everyone stared.
"A bit late, don't you think?" Carol asked, raising a delicate eyebrow as the kids played in the living room with the animals.
"Excuse me?" Moira asked offended, her Scottish accent becoming more pronounced.
"You heard me. You're a terrible mother for allowing those men to take your son away from you without putting up a fight," Carol said calmly as everyone stared in shock.
Carol shouldn't have been the one talking about this. She was the woman who was beaten by a man for twelve years of her life.
"Excuse me, but it's my decision, and even though it is a bit too late, I still want it to happen. I'm not happy with my marriage, and I will find my son, one way or another." She said this with so much confidence it surprised some of the people in the room, considering she had been quiet.
"Carol, you really shouldn't be talking about that," Maggie says from her spot in the kitchen, nursing her baby. Carol glares at her.
"And why the hell not?" She asks her angrily.
"Because you were with a man who hurt you for a long time. At least she's taking initiative." Carol opens her mouth but Gemma holds her back from yelling.
"Okay, Carol this isn't your fight. C'mon." She takes her out of the room before anything bad could happen, and Moira smiles thankfully at Maggie.
"Thank you," she says quietly. Maggie nods, holding her baby close to her chest. Riley smiles and sits down next to Maggie on the table, looking at the baby in her arms.
"What's it like?"
Maggie looks at her surprised for a second before realizing she was talking about the baby. She smiles and looks down at her son.
"Tiring," she chuckles. "First couple of weeks, you barely get any sleep at all, but it's all worthwhile. He's cute, right?" she says happily, holding her son out for Riley to see clearly.
Riley smiled at baby Hershel. He had thick tufts of black hair and Maggie's dark green eyes. Hershel was a beautiful little baby boy, and Riley knew that Murphy and Maggie loved him dearly.
"He's such a sweetie," she said, tickling his belly. Hershel giggled at them all, his green eyes shining as Beth joined them and fussed over her nephew as they saw Adam and Abel rolling on the floor to copy a dog.
They all chuckled as Tara joined them and they chatted happily. Riley started sewing some blankets. She was making one in each colour, white, blue and pink if it was boy or girl. She always liked sewing.
Violet laughed as she saw Michael and Jeffrey attempting to comb Robin. The dog had such thick fur that he constantly mottled everywhere, much to their amusement.
"How old is your boy?" Riley asked Moira softly.
Moira smiled softly as she thought of Quinn, her precious baby boy.
"Twelve years old. He's a clever little boy. Loves reading comics and riding his bike," she said fondly, thinking of her son and his love of his mountain bike. Her son loved that bike.
Money may have been tight but good God, she loved her son, and seeing him happy, made her happy. She saw Riley focusing on the sewing when Michonne pulled out the food, and the smell of freshly, baked cookies made everyone's mouths water.
"God, that smells good," Felicity said licking her lips.
"You think that's good, you should have seen Remy's onion soup. I nearly ate it there and then," Beth said amused as they all got up to take the kids up for their afternoon nap when Remy came in, and he was smiling.
"Moira, there's someone waiting for you," he said with a smile. Moira felt hopeful as she followed after him and saw a little boy running towards her as the others watched warmly.
"Mama!" Quinn cried, running over. Moira held him tightly, her chest heaving.
"Oh, my sweet little boy," she sobbed heavily, kissing his forehead lovingly as she looked at where Chibs was and smiled in thanks.
"Thank you," she said tearfully. The man nodded, looking slightly shy, and Tara took them to the hospital as they tended to the others when they saw two girls cautiously come out of the car along with a little boy. They only looked around five.
"Please," she says quietly. "My sister, she needs help. She's sick." Tara lets the other nurses take Moira and Quinn into the hospital and she comes over, feeling the little girl's forehead. She was burning up.
"Sweetie was she bit at all?" The little girl shakes her head no.
"Not in any way. We got away before the monsters came." Tara takes the little girl into her arms and looks at the kids.
"You guys stay here. We'll take care of her. She'll be okay." The little girl nods and clutches onto the little boy next to her as they girl gets taken away. Riley places her work down and walks over to the kids, placing her hand on the little girls shoulder as tears streamed down her face.
"Hey, don't cry," she says quietly, telling the little girl to calm down. The girl takes a deep breath and nods, looking at Riley with sad eyes. Riley smiles softly. "See? That wasn't that hard. What's your sister's name?"
"Kathy," she chokes out, clearing her throat and wiping the tears from her cheeks. Riley smiles again.
"That's a pretty name. What about you? And the boy?"
"I'm Lucy," she says, her voice slightly stronger.
"I'm Matt," the little boy says shyly, clutching onto Lucy's arm with a vice like grip. Riley smiles comfortably at the boy.
"Those are both pretty names. Where are your parents?"