We stood outside the walls of Pine Lane waiting for someone to let us in. Finally, we heard a noise and saw the gate begin to open. I gave Daryl a quick glance, he nodded at me so I just gave him a small smile.

The gates opened and there stood Devon. "H-hey." He smiled. "You're back. I didn't think you guys were coming back."

I returned his smile. "Yeah, well…neither did we." I looked at Daryl, then back to Devon.

"Well, come on inside." Devon took a step aside. Daryl and I walked in.

"Hey, baby, Imma take some 'a the stuff we found to the shop." Daryl informed me. "You go on and head home. I'll meet ya there."

"Oh okay." I smiled and we gave each other a chaste kiss. I turned and began walking back to our house.

"Actually…" I heard Daryl say behind me. I stopped and turned back around facing him and giving him a curious look. He walked closer to me. "I'm gonna go out fer a bit. I'm lookin' fer somethin'." He nodded.

I hesitated. "…right now? I mean…we just got back."

"Yeah, it's…kinda important."

"Well…what is it? I could go with you." I suggested.

"No." Daryl answered almost too quickly. I gave him a look. "I just, uh…I gotta do this on my own." He looked down, then back up and nodded. He gave me a look like he hoped I understood.

"But...what about the test?" I whispered moving closer to him. "Don't you want to be there when I take it? I kinda want you to be." I grabbed his hands and smiled. Daryl stared at me for a moment, then kind of pulled away and looked down. I blinked a few times in confusion and studied him. He seemed nervous, like he was really anxious to go do whatever it was that he wanted to do. I was reluctant but only because of the way he was acting. What could he possibly need right now that is so important? I was confused. "Well, okay." I finally said and shrugged. "See you later then."

"Yeah." He nodded. "I won't be long. I promise."

I smiled, then we kissed. It wasn't like just a little bit ago when we gave each other a peck. It was longer, more passionate.

We pulled apart and I smiled at him. "Be careful." I said. He just nodded then began walking back towards the gate. I saw Devon giving us a shocked look and laughed a little. That's right, everyone. Abigail Grimes and Daryl Dixon are together.

I smiled and started on my way home. I wasn't afraid to show our relationship anymore. I mean…the one person that we didn't want to know, knows about us. So, what's the point in hiding? I want everybody left in the world to know that Daryl is my man.

I just got in to our house and sat my bag down on the table. I sighed while looking around. Looks the same as when we left it. My stomach seemed to growl a little, I put my hand over it. I must be hungry. However, I'm also very tired from our journey and I want to take a shower. Also…I glanced at my bag and dumped out the contents…I have to take this test. Can't forget about that.

I sighed. So…food, sleep, shower, test. That's what's on my list for right now. It wasn't a lot but I wanted to get two of those things done before Daryl got back. Better hop to it.

I decided to shower first. The hot water felt so nice, I let it just cascade over me. It's been a long time since I had a real shower. I know that sounds gross but, hey, what are you supposed to do when you're out there? It's complicated.

After my shower, I changed into some clean and more comfortable clothes, then threw the dirty ones in the hamper. I will have to visit the laundromat tomorrow or something. I will take Daryl's clothes too. Or maybe we both can go? I smiled at thought. We never did laundry together yet. The thought made me giggle.

I decided to wait to eat until Daryl got home, that way we could eat together. And I wasn't about to fall asleep right now, in the middle of the day. I will just wait until tonight. Daryl and I can snuggle together. I smiled.

However, that smile faded when I realized that that left one other thing on my list. And I wanted to do that thing before Daryl got back. I would like him to be here for this but he's not. So, I want to do it so I have something to tell him when he gets back. Plus, the waiting his killing me. I am too damn anxious to wait until he gets back. I want to get this over with.

I left the packages on the table, there I stared at one of them. Exhaling loudly, I knew it was time. Yup. I told myself. We're finally doing this. I looked up and tapped the box on the palm of my hand. "No more waiting around. Let's go." I said out loud.

I took all of the tests into the bathroom with me. I know I kind of already read the instructions before but I just wanted to make sure I knew exactly what I was doing. So, I read through them briefly, they were all the same and simple enough. I nodded and sighed once.

So, then, I sat on the toilet and peed on the end of the stick. I tried to get as much on there as possible. Then, I sat the stick on the sink and quickly took care of myself. Once I was done with all that, I picked the stick back up and stared down at it. This is going to be the longest two or three minutes of my life.

In the meantime, I thought about Daryl and I having a kid together and smiled. I was feeling a lot better about the situation after our talk that one day. Also, being back home now in a safe place made me feel even better. Things were going to be okay. I nodded and smiled. My mind wandered.

I kind of psyched myself up and got excited that I almost forgot about the test. The realization hit me and I gasped. That definitely had to be enough time. I looked down at the little screen on the pregnancy test. My eyes widened.

I was laying down in the bedroom when I heard Daryl finally come in. I thought he said he wasn't going to be long? It was now dark outside. I quietly walked into the living room and met him there. "Hey." I smiled at him. "Everything go okay?"

"Hey, baby." He said. "Yeah, I'm fine."

"You were gone for a pretty long time."

"I know, sorry. I didn't mean to."

"It's okay." I nodded. "I'm just glad you're okay and back now." I smiled and walked closer to him. We kissed. That sweet sensation running through me.

We pulled apart, I touched his face for a moment and he kissed my hand making me giggle. "I can make us something to eat." I suggested. "I know you gotta be hungry. We still got those spaghetti o's." I said with a laugh.

"That's fine." Daryl said. He began taking off his jacket and sat down on the couch. I turned away to start heating the food. "Man, am I tired." He said.

"Oh, me too." I said. I dumped the contents into a pot, then sat it on the stove to heat. When I turned around, I saw Daryl sitting on the couch with his head down. I walked a little closer to him. "I'm not pregnant."

He looked up at me immediately. "What? Yer not? You know? Yer sure?" He asked several questions, I wanted to laugh but I had to be serious.

"I know. And I'm sure." I looked down at him sitting there. "I took three tests and they all said the same thing. I figured there was no point in wasting the last one. That way, we have it if we need one."

"Yeah, yeah." Daryl said. There was a brief pause. He sighed, then hugged me putting his head on my stomach.

"Are you…happy?" I asked him.

"Are you?" He looked up at me.

I shrugged before answering. "Yeah, I guess."

Daryl nodded. "Me too."

There was a brief silence. "…I'm a little disappointed, too, though." I admitted with a laugh. "Kinda sucks."

He nodded again. "Yeah. Me too."

I smiled at him. "Well…I guess it's for the best though. And-and we got plenty of time to have a baby."

Daryl nodded at me again, then stood up. "Well, Imma go take a shower before the food's ready."

"Okay." I smiled. We kissed each other. "Love you."

"Love you too." He said.

I gave him a smile before tending to the food. Even though I wasn't pregnant in the end, I'm glad we were both on board about it. It made things easier. Better. And now I know he wants to…at some point. I smiled. We were somewhere in between happy and disappointed about it. And that was okay.

Daryl was being pretty quiet during dinner. I mean…he usually is quiet but it was almost as if something was bothering him. Is he really upset over me not being pregnant? I'm pretty much over it already. "…and I was thinking about maybe hanging out with my friends this week. It's been a long time since I saw them and they're probably wondering where I went." I let out a small laugh. Daryl didn't say anything. I looked at him for a moment, then ate the last few spoonfuls of my dinner. "Did I…heat it good enough?" I asked him. I think I just wanted something to say.

"Yeah…" Daryl said. "It's…good." He finished his food and pushed the bowl aside.

Okay, something is definitely up! I was getting fed up with his silence. Just like he did when I wasn't acting myself. "Daryl?" I said a little more forcefully to get his attention. He looked at me. "What's wrong? Did I do something?"

"No, no." He answered almost immediately.

"Well, then what's wrong? Why are you being so quiet?"

Daryl looked like he was about to say something but then said, "I'on know." He shrugged.

I hesitated. "…is it…cuz I'm not pregnant?"

"No, it's not that." He looked down. Okay, now I'm curious. He was looking extra nervous after that. I wanted to say something else to him but wasn't sure what to say. "Abby…" Daryl said then trailed off. I gave him a questioning look with one eyebrow raised. He really was acting strange. "…I don't know how to do this but…ya wanna get married?" He asked out of nowhere. My eyes widened. Whoa! What? I was not expecting that at all! He completely caught me off guard with that. I was dumbfounded. "I wanna spend the rest 'a my life with you." Daryl continued. "If you'll have me." I still hadn't said anything. "So…do ya?" He looked at me.

I looked back at him with my big eyes. I didn't know what was wrong with me, I guess it was just the shock. I knew the answer though. I knew I wanted to spend the rest of my life with him too. "Yes." I nodded. "Of course." I smiled.

Daryl pulled a ring from his pocket, just then, and put it on for me. I looked at it on my hand. So, this is what was so important that he had to go look for? I smiled at it. I'm a married woman now. Holy shit. I looked up at Daryl and smiled real big. "You don't know how happy you just made me."

"I thank it's the other way around." He raised his eyebrows. I looked back down at the ring on my finger.

All of a sudden, my emotions caught up with me and I started laughing. Yes, laughing. Like hysterically! Daryl was giving me a strange look. Suddenly, I launched myself at him, he caught me and we kissed. I was sitting on his lap, I felt his hands come around and grab my bottom. I pulled away and a moan escaped from me. "Take me now." I said. "The bedroom."

Daryl didn't need me to tell him twice. He quickly lifted me and carried me into the bedroom while we kissed. We practically threw each other's clothes off. Daryl kissed down my body but it wasn't all slow and sweet like when he usually does it, it was fast and hard. I laughed. I was up for some good fun.

He stopped just then and looked at me, I looked back at him and smiled. Then, he leaned up and kissed my lips. Our perfect fit, our puzzle pieces. That's when it hit me. Two worlds just became one. We're married. He's my husband and I his wife. And I couldn't be happier in that moment.

"I'm ready." I breathed. Daryl pulled away and was about to go inside me but I stopped him. "Hey." I said. "Don't pull out." I smiled and bit my lip. He didn't say anything to that, just repositioned himself.

Just then, I felt him slowly inside me. He didn't slam into me like he normally does. I guess he wants to be a gentleman. I giggled inside. My sweet Daryl.

He started out moving pretty slow, then began to really move. I moaned with each thrust. It could just be all in my mind, but something about Daryl becoming my husband made things feel better. I don't know, maybe I'm just being stupid. But as far as I knew, this was fantastic.

"Ah, faster." I said all whispery. He moved faster. I moaned loudly. I could feel that I was close already. I didn't even need anything extra this time. All I had to do was look at my beautiful man.

Suddenly, everything stopped and I felt one of my favorite feelings in the world. I moaned out loudly as I climaxed. Daryl and I were the only two people left in the world, that's what it felt like. And in that moment, I was okay with that.

Daryl finished and he came inside me just like I asked him to. I smiled afterwards and kissed his cheek. "I love you, husband." I giggled.

He gave me a stupid look but smirked. "Corny." He tapped my nose. "But I love you, too, wife." He said. I laughed.

We laid next to each other in bed and held each other. I couldn't stop staring at my ring though. I'm married. I'm married. I'm married! "Hey, I'm Mrs. Dixon now." I said.

"Yup." Daryl nodded.

"Unless you'd rather take my last name?" I teased. "Daryl Grimes."

"Nah, I don't thank so." He said roughly. "Yer a Dixon." He looked at me. I laughed.

"Abigail Dixon." I said. "Abby Dixon. Has a nice ring to it. Don't you think?"

"Yeah, it does. But yer name's beautiful no matter what. Just like you." He kissed my temple causing me to smile.

"You know, you're a true gentleman." I said. "Really."

"Shut up."

"No, you really are." I smiled at him, I ran my fingers through his hair. I realized just then that his hair was getting really long. I love his hair, don't get me wrong, it's just…it has to be the right length for him. It was a little too long. "You need a haircut." I giggled.

"Oh yeah, do I?" Daryl said. "Thank I'll grow it down to my ass." I knew he was only joking but the thought of his hair being that long was not attractive at all.

"Yeah, right. I'll shave your head in your sleep." I teased back.

"And then I'll shave yers."

My mouth gaped opened. "You wouldn't dare."

"Ya wanna find out?" He looked at me with raised eyebrows.

I let out a small laugh but still squinted at him. "I couldn't pass for being bald. You on the other hand, probably could." I laughed. "And if you ever shaved my head or cut my hair, Daryl Dixon…you'd never touch my lady parts again." I teased but said it in a serious way.

He pretended to get scared. "Yes, ma'am."

I laughed and poked at his side, he kind of winced. I stopped right then. "Oh my God, Daryl. Are you ticklish?"

"No." He said too quickly. I knew he was lying now.

"Oh my God! You definitely are!" I got excited. I started poking at his side some more. He would cringe and try not to laugh but I saw a glimpse of a smile. "How did I never know you were ticklish?" I laughed and tickled him some more.

"Come on, Abby." He chuckled a little as I poked him. "Knock it off."

"Nope. Never ever again." I said and kept doing it.

"Stop it. Hey!" He chuckled. "I'm gonna spank ya."

"Hey, don't threaten me with a good time." I laughed. "Okay, I'll leave my man alone…for now." I wrapped my arm around him and laid my head on his chest, looking up at him innocently.

He glared down at me. "Yer lucky I like ya." He said roughly.

"I know." I played along and grinned childishly. I started playing with his chin hair. "This is the perfect length."

"Oh yeah?" He looked like he was enjoying that, he always did. Daryl grabbed me just then and planted a bunch of kisses on my cheek. I always loved when he did that. "So…you wanna cut my hair?"

I stopped and just looked at him. "What?"

"Ya said it's too long. Why don't you cut it fer me?"

I blinked a few times at him taking in what he said. He wants me to cut his hair? "I-I don't know. I mean…wouldn't you rather have someone who has experience cut your hair?"

He seemed to turn his head and sigh. "Or I could just have my girl do it. I don't want no one else touchin' me." He spoke roughly.

I blushed. Well, I do like that. Maybe it won't be so bad. "Well…okay." I shrugged. "If you really want me to?"

Daryl pulled out a chair and sat in the living room where there was enough space, and I gathered up what I needed. I took a deep breath and made my way over to him. "Just letting you know, I don't have a lot of experience with cutting hair. I've never really done this before." I said. "Well, actually…I made myself bangs one time. And when I went to the salon with my mom sometime after, they told me I did a pretty good job." I smiled at the memory.

"See then, you can do this." Daryl said. "I got faith in ya."

I scoffed. "Well, I'm glad you do." I rolled my eyes but laughed. "I'm gonna need it."

"It's okay." He tried to reassure me. "I hate my hair anyway so it's fine if ya fuck it up. I don't care." He shrugged.

Well, jeez. I thought. "Okay, well…I'm gonna start now." I looked down at the scissors and set them aside for now. I started by combing Daryl's hair out. It was a little ratty at the ends. I saw him cringe. "Damn, Daryl, don't you ever comb your hair?"

"Nah." Was all he said. Of course. I should have known the answer to that. We are talking about Daryl Dixon here.

I continued combing his hair until there were no knots and it was even on all sides. I moved to the front and looked at him. His hair was never like this before, I almost laughed but didn't because I know how sensitive the male ego is. "Okay." I said with a sigh. "I'm going to start cutting now." I picked up the scissors. "You sure you want me to do this? It's not too late to back out."

"Will ya just do it?" He kind of snapped.

"Well, jeez, Mr. Grumpy." I teased him. I looked down at the scissors and took a deep breath. "Well, here goes." I combed part of his hair in the back and chopped off the ends with the scissors. Okay. That wasn't so bad.

I continued. I did it all the way around and compared making sure it was the right length. "So…how much am I taking off here?" I asked him.

"I'on know." Daryl said apathetically. I'm sure there were about a million other things he'd rather be doing right now. Well, that make two of us.

"Daryl?" I said a little annoyed. "Just tell me how short you want it to be."

"However short you want it." Was all he said. I still had no idea what that meant. I mean…what if I did and he didn't like it? Well, that's his problem. He said it so…

"Alright, fine." I sighed.

I cut some more of it off. It was looking okay to me. I went all around his head even fixing his bangs. When, I figured that was good enough, I looked at it from the front. Something still looked a little weird about it, but then I realized it's probably because he usually doesn't have it styled like that. So, I fixed it to how he always wears it, then took another look. Much better. I smiled.

"It looks good." I said.

"Good." Daryl said.

I combed through his hair a few more times trying to get any loose hairs out. Then, I ran my fingers through it. It actually looks really good. I grinned from ear to ear feeling proud about my work. I absentmindedly let out a small laugh.

"What's so funny?" Daryl said.

I took a minute to answer. "Nothing." I continued to play with his hair. "It just looks really nice." I smiled.

"Bet it don't look as nice as you." He said and pinched my bottom. I giggled.

"None of that right now." I said and laughed. "I think it's done."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah. Why don't you have a look?"

Daryl got up from his chair and kind of shook his hair out. I rolled my eyes but still laughed. So much for fixing his hair. He looked at himself in the mirror. "Hm." He said. "Ya did a good job."

"Well, thanks." I said and just smiled at him. He stared at me for a minute, then made his way closer to me.

He lifted my chin. "So pretty." He said quietly. "I love that smile." Daryl ran his thumb over my bottom lip, then kissed the corner of my mouth. He worked his way down to my neck. I giggled. "Come on, let's go to bed."

"But we didn't clean up your hair yet."

"Don't worry about that. We'll take care of it later." He said roughly. Suddenly, he lifted me and carried me into the bedroom. I giggled.

When I woke up, it was morning and Daryl wasn't next to me. He's always up early though. I stretched while sitting up. Just then, I noticed a note on the bedside table. It was from Daryl. It read:

Went hunting. Didn't want to wake you.

I smiled at his note. Oh well. It's nice to have some time to yourself sometimes. I got up and decided to take a quick shower. Once I was done with that, I threw on some clean clothes and headed out to the kitchen to make some coffee. It's been a while since I had a nice, steaming, hot cup. I realized in the process of making the coffee that Daryl's hair wasn't on the floor anymore. He must have cleaned it up.

Just then, I heard a knock at the door and figured Daryl was back. I smiled. I walked over to the door with my head down and opened it. When I looked up, I saw my dad standing there. I stopped dead in my tracks.