I do not own any of the TWD characters. This one's just a bunch of fluffy fun – enjoy! Poor Daryl is struggling in this chapter and Maggie is just a little ray of sunshine. No really, she is.

Wait for the Ding!

Simon and Dwight dropped their passengers at the Rhee apartment before driving all the way across the city to Ohio Street to deliver Rick and Michonne's luggage to the Dixon apartment.

"Negan give you a key to this place or we just going to leave all this shit in the lobby?" Simon asked Dwight.

"Ms. Beth gave me her key" Dwight replied. "I'm on duty tonight, so I'll be picking them back up at the Rhee's. I'll make sure I get the key back to her."

"You damn sure better get that key back to her" Simon snorted. "Dixon will have your ass. If he don't, Negan sure as hell will."

"Ain't going to keep her fucking key man" Dwight growled. "What kind of creep you take me for anyway?"

"Just trying to save you some grief is all" Simon mumbled. "And it's Mrs. Dixon to you. Dumbass."

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Dwight showed up at the exact time Beth had told him they'd be ready to go home. Rick transferred the car seat from Maggie's vehicle to the Toyota. Daryl rode up front with Dwight. Rick, Michonne, and Baby Lila rode in the middle. That left Beth and Andre to ride in the very back where she sang songs to the little boy and told him stories. The entire group choose to be silent just so that they could listen to the good time that the two passengers in the very back were having.

Daryl smiled to himself listening to his wife entertain Rick and Michonne's little boy. He honestly couldn't wait for their opportunity to start a family of their own. Thinking about the night and how it had gone took Daryl's mind in a different direction. Dinner at Maggie and Glen's had gone well. Of course, the meal had been catered but it was delicious all the same. Maggie was on her best behavior, she and Glen seemed happy together, and Annette enjoyed herself. All in all, Daryl would say that it had been a good night. No fights and no crying. Anytime the Greene girls were together and there wasn't crying, fighting, or cussing involved it could be considered a success.

It had gotten very quiet in the vehicle. Daryl was unsure which one of them must have fallen asleep first, Beth or Andre. Dwight pulled right to the front of the East Street apartment building and put the vehicle in park. Daryl let himself out and went to the back to retrieve Beth and the little boy – both sound asleep. Rick hopped out quickly and began working Lila out of the car seat. Dwight opened the door for Michonne and assisted her out.

"Thank you" Michonne smiled at the timid driver.

"Welcome" Dwight replied and ducked his head quickly.

Dwight handed Daryl their apartment key, "This is Mrs. Dixon's key." Daryl only grunted at Dwight.

Even though Beth was bleary eyed and still half asleep, she didn't take too kindly to Daryl's being rude to Dwight. "Thank you for haulin us around all day Dwight" Beth smiled at the man, then flashed a look of warning Daryl's way. "We really appreciate it."

"Yes, thank you" Daryl said.

"You're welcome" Dwight told her and then he turned to Rick and Michonne. "I'm your driver for your entire stay, so we'll just leave the car seat where it is. Mr. and Mrs. Dixon have my number – just call or text when you need to be somewhere."

"That's very nice of you Dwight" Michonne thanked him. Rick just stared at the man – he honestly didn't know what to make of this whole situation.

"Uh, yeh" Rick drawled. "That's real nice. Dwight, I couldn't help but notice that this is an armored vehicle. Any reason we need to be hauled around in an armored vehicle?"

"Negan doesn't take chances with his loved ones sir" was Dwight's reply.

"Hmmmm" Rick mumbled.

Daryl, Beth, and Andre were standing on the curb waiting for Rick and Michonne to finish their conversation with Dwight before entering the building. "Uncle Daryl" Andre said requesting Daryl's attention.

"Whatcha need buddy?" Daryl looked at the little boy who he now had resting on his hip.

"Can I sleep with you tonight?" Andre asked.

"Of course you can Andre" Beth answered for Daryl. "Why, I think that would just be what Uncle Daryl needs."

What the hell had just happened? "Well, uh" Daryl started sputtering. "I don't know 'bout all that"

"What?" Rick asked as he joined them on the sidewalk. "What's got your mouth to gapin open?"

"Oh, nothin" Beth supplied. "He's just tickled that Andre's gonna bunk with us tonight is all." Beth smiled the cheesiest smile at Rick she could muster.

Michonne stepped forward, "I don't think that's a"

Rick held up his hand to stop Michonne from talking while at the same time flashing Daryl an evil grin. "I don't think that's a problem at all. Andre, you make sure you sleep right between Beth and Daryl so ya don't roll of that big king sized bed. Ya hear?" Beth and Michonne were snickering and Rick was trying his damndest not to just bust out in laughter.

"Yes sir" Andre giggled having no idea what everyone else, besides Daryl of course, were laughing at.

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Daryl rolled over with much moaning and groaning. "Mother Fucker" he grumbled. "What the fuck happened? Feel like I been sucker punched, waylaid, and had the shit kicked outta me."

Daryl looked over at the bed – it was empty. He was all alone but he could hear quite the ruckus out in the living area and kitchen. There were lots of people here in his home. What the hell time is it? Daryl looked at the clock on the side table – 8:30. Fuck!

"Ya want blueberry or strawberry?" he heard his sweet wife ask someone.

"I'll take strawberry my Sweet Princess" Daryl heard someone say. Negan! Do I have to deal with Negan so early in morning? Damn, Negan ain't even usually at work this time of day.

Wait a minute. It was all coming back to him now. His sweet wife is the one responsible for his current physical state. And all these fuck heads in his house. Beth's the one that allowed the pint sized teenage mutant turtle in their bed. It was all coming back to him now. Andre kicked the absolute shit out of Daryl all night long. Beth was completely oblivious because she just kicked him back or either rolled him closer to Daryl.

Daryl didn't even make an attempt to comb his hair or anything before heading to the kitchen. Beth had the waffle iron fired up and there stood Rick's dumb ass waiting for his creation to finish cooking. "What the hell happened to you?" Rick asked laughing. He was laughing because he already knew what had happened to Daryl.

"Shut up man" Daryl grumbled and poured himself a cup of coffee. "Like ya don't know – that kid of yours is a fuckin nuisance. Think my god damned kidneys is bruised."

Beth walked into the kitchen smiling as bright as the sun. She was in her element with all of the house guests. "Good Morning Baby" she chirped and placed a kiss on Daryl's cheek. "Sleep well?" she asked, already knowing the answer to that question.

Daryl grunted at his wife and she took it to mean Good morning sweetheart. I did sleep well, and you?

"Scrambled or fried?" Beth asked her husband sweetly. Daryl just stared at her. Look at this girl actin like ain't nothin wrong. That damn boy is a nuisance and she's a fuckin menace to society. Beth blinked her big, blue eyes at Daryl when he didn't answer.

"Scramble or fried?" she repeated. Rick took in Daryl's appearance one more time before letting out a snort of his own. He quickly snatched up his waffle, poured some freshly made blueberry syrup on top, and then took off for the dining room. Fucker Daryl thought in his own head.

"Fried" Daryl finally answered.

"Two or three?" she was still smiling and Daryl was still – not.

"Three" he said.

"Comin right up" Beth announced as she bounced back towards the stove top. Daryl took a look around the kitchen. Looks like a fuckin Waffle House in here – except all the Waffle Houses I ever been in were a little cleaner than this kitchen is right now. And that's sayin something. There was batter strewn all over the counter tops, eggs shells lay in a pile next to the stove top, and syrup covered dishes were piling up in the sink. As if that weren't bad enough Daryl heard Maggie laughing in the dining room. Fuck.

"Want a waffle Baby?" Beth asked Daryl from her position at the stove, spatula in hand waiting for the perfect moment to flip Daryl's eggs.

"Mmmmmfffoooo" Daryl mumbled and shrugged his shoulders at the same time.

"Well, ya gotta fix it yourself" she flashed him a smile. "It's a waffle bar – ya cook your own. Just pour a half cup of that batter and close the lid."

Well, hell's bells Daryl thought. No fuckin wonder this place is a disaster. She lettin everybody and their momma cook their own shit.

"Here, like this" Beth instructed when she saw Daryl just standing there like a statue. Beth poured a measuring cup of batter into the iron, closed the lid, and then flipped the whole contraption over. "Push that button" she said, so Daryl did as he was told. "There ya go. When it dings, your waffle is ready. Pretty cool, huh?"

"Pfftt" Daryl muttered. "Reckon so." But, actually, it was pretty cool. Daryl wanted to peek at his waffle and check on its progress, but he didn't want to mess it up.

"Here's your eggs Love Bug" Beth slid the plate to him. "Member, when ya hear the ding, it's done!" Beth exited the kitchen with a platter of bacon and sausage. "Got more bacon" she announced to a cheering crowd in the other room. Negan of course, cheering louder than any other person in the room. And was that Annette offering to serve Negan some more bacon? Good Lord!

Ding! Oh! Daryl jumped at the ding, but quickly flipped the iron back over so that he could get his waffle. Mmmmm, waffles.

Beth had her dress for Friday's party in a bag and draped over her arm. Maggie and Michonne were already at the elevator – Maggie with a diaper bag thrown over her shoulder and Michonne strapping Lila into the stroller. Man, that's a nice stroller. What a minute. Did I buy that? Annette was still talking and laughing with Negan. What the fuck is that all about?

"Come on Nette" Maggie called. "We ain't holdin the elevator. You too Princess!"

Beth stood on her tippy toes to kiss Daryl bye. "Whatcha got that dress for?" Daryl asked her.

"Gotta get it taken in just a little" Beth told him. "I've lost a little weight since last summer." Yeh, I know ya have – gonna have to take care of that. Winter'll be here soon – you won't ever make it. Beth looked to Rick then. "Sure ya'll don't mind cleanin up Bubby?" she asked Rick.

"Not at all Bug" Rick smiled and then waved at the ladies waiting on the elevator. "I'll get it cleaned 'fore we take Dre out to sight see." Beth gave Rick a kiss on the cheek.

Negan leaned out the door. "Bye ladies! Have fun spending all that hard earned money" he called to them. Daryl had all he could take at that point and slammed the door shut.

"Better get on that kitchen man, Beth made a mess in there" Rick slapped Daryl on the shoulder. Daryl just cut his eyes at Rick. "What?" Rick asked innocently. "I gotta get Andre a bath – he's covered in syrup."

Next, Negan was slapping Daryl on the back. "I'd stay and help man, but I'm late for work as it is" Negan looked at his watch and grabbed his coat before stepping out into the hallway. "Hold that elevator Princess."

Late for work my ass Daryl thought to himself but instead he just grunted at his father figure.

Glen was next in trying to make a graceful exit. "Dude" he said as he hurriedly put his coat on. "I'm going to try and catch a ride with Negan. Thanks for breakfast."

That's how Daryl came to be standing all alone in a kitchen that looked like it belonged on the set of a cooking show gone wrong. He could hear Rick and Andre laughing from the guest room bath – lots of splashing and giggling. Sounded like Rick was a good daddy to Andre. Daryl smiled at that thought. Rick Grimes was a good man. He was an ass on most days. But, he was a damn good man.

Daryl began scraping plates into the trash, loading the dishwasher, and wiping down counters. There really wasn't a lot of time to spare. After all, he still had the dining room to conquer next. Daryl could only imagine what kind of shape that room was in.

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"Annette" Maggie gasped. "It's beautiful. And wow. That's all I can say. It just makes you look. Wow! What'ya think Beth?"

Annette was smiling all over herself and blushing – mostly from embarrassment, but a small part of it was that she just felt so damn pretty in this gown that Maggie had picked out for her. It was gold and sparkly and absolutely to die for.

"Momma, you look smokin hot!" Beth told her.

"Oh my" Annette replied. "I'm not sure if I'm ready for smokin hot" she laughed.

"Oh, you look ready" Michonne chimed in.

Beth raised her hand to one of the dressing room attendants. "Yes, Mrs. Dixon" the lady said.

"We'll take this dress right here" Beth told her and we're going to need to see what you have as far as a clutch and heels – nothing to high, maybe three inches, wedge if you've got it."

"Yes mam" the lady answered. "I'll be right back."

Maggie announced before stepping out of the dressing room, "I think I'm going with the navy."

"I think that gown is just lovely" Annette agreed. "Chonne, what are you leanin towards?"

Michonne had a gown in each hand. "I love them both" she sounded unsure as to choosing one.

"Silver sequins" Beth chose for her.

"Silver sequins" Michonne stated with a big smile. Lila was babbling away in her stroller and playing with some toys her momma had been sure to stuff into the diaper bag. All of the activity of trying on dresses and people coming and going in the large dressing room had kept the baby girl entertained.

Beth had had managed to slip out of the dressing room and met Maggie at the register. "You takin care of Momma's?" Beth asked Maggie. One lady was ringing up purchases while another was slipping gowns into garment bags. A gentlemen was assigned the task of bagging up handbags, shoes, and jewelry that they'd selected. Beth showed him which items to bag together so that each lady would have everything they needed when they set out for the hotel on Friday morning – spa day! Beth couldn't wait for spa day.

Maggie nodded. "Yes, you got Michonne's?"

"Yes, but we need to hurry 'fore they get out here" Beth giggled. Maggie snickered too. It had been a long time since the sisters had plotted something together. In days past they would have plotted some sort of prank or scheme to cover their tracks. This was a bit different though – this was to surprise people they loved because they could. Both girls were able to treat people they loved and cared about.

Beth took out her phone to text Dwight. He'd told her just to let him know when they were finished shopping. Within minutes, Dwight entered the shop looking extremely out of place but Beth met him at the door with some of the packages. He dutifully took them from her and she followed him out with the rest.

Michonne and Annette finally emerged from the dressing room with Annette pushing the stroller like a proud grandmother. Maggie stood at the front door of the shop smiling.

"You ladies ready?" Maggie asked. "Dwight's already got our purchases loaded and he's gonna take us by the apartment to unload everything."

Michonne stopped walking. "Let me get my card out so I can settle my bill"

Maggie interrupted. "Come on ladies – it's all been taken care of. Let's go! I'm starving!"