Hi! Its been a while since I posted to this fic, but I did want to remake this and keep updating it, however Tumblr has been consuming my life and almost all my writing goes there. I also need to mention I started writing a fiction of this one in actual sequence, but it's total crap and I have like zero motive to just keep writing it (which is why I haven't updated since season premiere). Anyways, this baby here went his own way. I did have a layout for it but I just got really inspired and while i followed the layout I managed to change a few thing about the original ending (I had in my brain)

Anyways! Good too see you again. (if you're any of my old readers) I hope you enjoy it! and don't forget to R&R.


"Hey…" Daryl's low voice reached her ears as he made it through the bedroom door. Her green eyes met his form as she settled the book she had been reading for the past half hour, down and turning her attention to him.

"Hey" she greeted back; a smile on her lips. She watched him quietly when he only replied with a nod of his head and moved to the dresser that had been in the room as he remembered her telling him how she had organized their stuff in there.

Her eyes studied him carefully noticing how his arm muscles move underneath his skin as he placed his crossbow next to the dresser. She also noticed how the dirt and sweat on his tan skin made it appear much darker than it was. His hair was longer too. Having been out there for so long and Daryl being… well, Daryl, she knew the long hair was in to stay if only for a little bit longer. Not that she minded, but sometimes she found herself reminiscing to the time when they had met back at the quarry and just how short his hair had been. Of course, she didn't really notice until later. He had been so angry back then when he heard Merle's news and she… Well, she had been busy trying to shut out her conscience and guilt.

Those days seemed so long ago…

Her thoughts had taken her so far down memory lane, she didn't see him moving towards her side of the bed and leaning in to kiss her forehead until she felt his chapped lips press into her skin.

"Get to sleep, Fey. It's late" He said as he turned away and exited the bedroom while she watched his disappearing form. Her eyes examined the room briefly and caught up on his angel vest resting on the chair at the corner of the room; his crossbow lying close to it against the side of the dresser.

Sliding her back from the headboard of the bed, she grabbed the book that laid forgotten on the bed and placed it on the night stand after closing it, not particularly caring to mark which page she had been reading earlier and turning the side lamp off. She felt her mind drifting off to snooze land as she pulled the covers closer to her body and snuggled into the pillow; a quiet, content sigh escaping her lips as she relax into their bed.


Daryl walked in to find her lightly snoring as she snuggled into the covers. From the slight clarity the moon provided as it shone through the windows, he could see a light smile on her lips that had him repeating the action.

His feet dragged around the cool floor to his side of the bed as quietly as he could. He had to admit he always found himself surprise at how she had broken all the barriers and walls he had placed around himself. How could he even sleep in the same bed with her in the first place? It was somewhat still a mystery to him, but there he was…there she had brought him. This beautiful, caring, sweet, brave, loyal weirdo had snuck her way to his heart and made a permanent home right in it and he had let her.

He sighed, pulling the covers to his body before lying on his back. Her body moved towards his and its inviting warmth and before he realized it, she was resting her head on the juncture of his shoulder and neck, one leg resting over his as they molded to each other under the covers. His fingers found themselves tangled into the wavy silk of her ginger locks before caressing her scalp gently, earning a soft moan from her lips.

"You smell so good, Dare" she sighed softly, her voice latched with sleepiness as she struggled to open her eyes, finding herself more tired than expected. His blue eyes met her sleepy green ones as a sheepish smile adorned her face while her own fingers danced across his naked chest.

"I thought you were sleeping" he stated in a low voice as his lips made their way to rest on her forehead once more, inhaling her own scent mixed with some strawberry shampoo she had found on one of the runs earlier that week.

"I was, but now I'm awake" she said as she pressed her lips to his jaw while the fingers that previously danced on his chest where now trailing softly against his cheek and jawbone.

"No shit Sherlock" he said with a playful smile on his face while watching her as she giggled against his neck.

Daryl felt her nuzzle his skin as she inhaled more of his scent, groaning in delight as she did so. His other hand slowly caressed the skin of her arm as her fingers made their way back to his chest, the fingertips trailing ever so slowly against his scarred skin, lighting a trail of fire with each stroke.

"Fey…" he began before being interrupted by her.

"Sorry! You just…" sighing in frustration, she tried to keep from blushing as his eyes were inspecting her. Prying her eyes away from his she began "It's not like I don't like your 'you' scent, Dare, but this one mingles so good with your own…"

"So by my own scent you mean when I smell filthy?" his amused voiced had her lifting herself slightly to look down at him, frowning before her laughter filled his ears.

"No Dare… I'm serious" she began turning her body, resting more of her chest against his as her stomach laid on the bed. His arm shifted as she relieved the weight of her head from it and he gently tucked a strand of hair behind her ear.

"You're just proving my point, Fey" he said while his fingers began running through her scalp once more, making her sigh contently as she laid her head on his chest. His steady heartbeat resounded on her ear as she gently traced random patters where his heart was, enjoying his caress as she knew he knew she would turn to putty in his hands when he touched her hair or massaged her scalp the way he did. God! She really adored him.

"Pretty sure I smelled real good back when we were on the road. You smelled like roses too" his smooth tone made it hard for her groggy mind to catch the mockery behind his words as his ministrations had her on a high.

"Stop…" she sighed, before tilting her head upwards, watching him through heavy eyelids. His fingers gave one final tug at her orangey strands as he settled them behind her ear and trailed her jaw softly, his thumb caressing the soft skin of her cheek as his eyes met hers once more.

"I don't really know how to describe it… Maybe it's the sweat of a few days or the muskiness of the woods, the leather from your vest… maybe it's the oil from your bike or however many cigarettes you've had in your life, but you have always smelled good to me and I can never get enough from it..."

He watched her intently as he thought about this new information. He had seen her wear his flannel shirts every now and then. He had even caught her sleeping in them over a few times and while he thought she just did it for the comfort and room they provided, he had to admit that her reasoning behind his scent probably played a major part too. It also made him realize why he loved seeing her in them, not only was she rubbing his aroma into her skin by wearing them, she was also leaving behind her own. Now that he thought about it, he too had been aware of her own scent. He had seen her drenched in sweat more than a few time, either from hard work or a passionate night with him and not once did the smell, of what he could associate was, pears and ginger, leave her skin. Truth, with all the action going on and all the walker guts they had all gotten on them, over time that scent had fainted, but it never quite leave her skin. Daryl understood what she had meant and it all made sense for he too had experienced what she had just described him, still, he always loved teasing her when he got the chance.

"You're thinking I'm weird aren't you?" she smiled at him, her eyes still intently on his handsome face. He kept quiet as he too studied her face, slowly taking in every feature of the beautiful woman in his arms.

"No" He said in a quiet raspy voice. His calloused fingers caressing the side of her face ever so gently as his baby blue eyes kept tracing over every single detail of her face.

"Babe its fine…" Taking his hand in her, she placed a gentle, loving kiss on his fingers and knuckles, before looking back at him once more.

"I love you" she said, moving upwards to kiss his jaw in the same way she had just kissed his hand. "I mean it, Dare" her soft lips trailed to his cheek, leaving a butterfly kiss there as well. "Like really, really love you." His hand found its way back to her head, tangling in her long hair as she nuzzled his nose before planting another kiss on his other cheek. "I love you even if you think I'm weird" the giggle that passed her lips didn't interrupt his darkening gaze as his eyes moved back and forth between her own green ones and her lips. Her body now covering his as her knees and right hand, along with his left hand tangled in the nape of her neck, kept her body weight from his. She could feel their breaths mingling together as he held her close to his lips, teasing. "I'm madly in love with you Daryl Dixon… with everything you are" Before her mind had time to register, he was kissing her. His lips devouring her own in a kiss that would be engraved in her mind until her very last breath. Her arms wrapped around his neck as she pushed her back into the mattress while his fingers gripped at her waist, holding her body close and shaping it to his perfectly.

This was exactly why she had sneaked past his defenses. She had accepted him as he was. She had made the effort to get close when everyone else judged him based on his looks and his brother's words. Everyone kept away while she offered him a smile and maybe a smartass comment. She had opened herself to him before he opened himself to her. He had seen her, truly seen her for all she was, because in a weird way, she exposed herself so he would follow along, so he could see that she genuinely cared for him as she cared for the rest of the group. She exposed herself to him so he could know he mattered to her and maybe, just maybe, she could matter to him, but it became more. She fed him smiles and gratefulness. She had run to him when he was wounded. She nursed him back to health. She offered company even when he didn't want it and praises that he often tried to ignored, and so he found himself doing the same for her, in his way, and she always took it with such love and appreciation, not caring how little the words or how rare the actions, she always cherished every single thing he offered her.

He couldn't help it neither…He loved her. He meant it. He really, really loved her. He loved her even if she thought he was weird. He was madly in love with Alyson and with everything that she was.