After leaving you all with that cliffhanger I felt a bit guilty. So have some surprise then!

Connor pulled the door open and Daryl stormed inside. Seconds later Connor followed and saw his brother screaming at someone, weapon in hand and Abraham was pointing at someone else. "No. NO" Don't shoot. Daryl, it is me."
Murphy lowered his gun and Daryl said: "Everyone stop." He had recognized that voice and he was nearly out of his mind. He thought she was dead. He thought she was long gone. He made his way towards the person and smiled. Carol and Tyresee. "Carol", he whispered. He looked at the women he had spend so much time with and who was one of his closest friends. He nodded at Tyresee. Carol hugged him and buried her head in his neck. "You are alive", she whispered. "Is someone else alive and who is that guy?"
She let go of Daryl and Daryl pointed to Murphy: "That is Murphy, no one knows why he has my face. That's his brother Connor. Both of them rescued us from Terminus. That is Abraham, a friend of Glenn and new member of our Group. And yes we are nearly all alive. Good to see you two."
"Three", Tyresee said and turned around. Daryl inhaled sharply. Nearly crying. "LIL' ASSKICKER", he said louder than before. Instantly smiling at their little kid. He looked at the others. "Guys, this is Carol and Tyresee and this little beautiful lady is lil' asskicker. Judith. Ricks daughter."
Connor suddenly moved forward, standing next to Daryl. "Hi, nice to meet yeh." And then smiled at Judith, who looked at Connor and reached out her hand which Connor grabbed and shook. "Hello young lady, wanna see your daddy?" Judith made a cute sound and Daryl and Connor smiled at each other. "Maybe there is still somethin' to believe in"; he whispered.
"For once I agree with you Leprechaun."
Connor was surprised by that Nickname. It was much nicer than fuckhead. Daryl bit his tongue because the word leprechaun sounded way too sweet out of his mouth.
"Did I hear that right? Rick is alive?", Carol asked.
"Yes, so are Maggie, Glenn, Bob, Sasha, Carl, Michonne and we have new people."
"Beth?"
"She was with me for a while but then someone kidnapped her. She is gone."
Carol nodded when she saw Daryl's expression she know this was not the time to ask more questions."Come on yeh all. Lets find the others and hope they found some supplies. It is gettin' dark very soon", Connor said.
And once again Daryl agreed. He couldn't believe it. Was there really hope? Some days ago he thought everyone was dead. He had accepted that he would never see Rick or Judith again. Ha accepted that he would be on his own. And now he found them. Miracles still do happen.
He walked next to Connor, leading the others out to their meet-point, blocking the view of Carol and Tyresee. When they arrived at the bunch of trees that they made out at meet-point point they saw Bob and Sasha waiting there. "The others not back?", Daryl asked. "Not yet", Bob answered. Then looked past the hunter and smiled. "Oh my god, Carol is that you?"
"Yes Bob."
And then he saw Tyresee and just gave Sasha a clap on her arm. "LOOK!"
Sasha looked past Connor and that is when she saw him. Her brother was still alive! Sasha rushed forward and hugged her brother. "Be careful Sister, on my back is someone important." "Judith", she whispered.
"I thought you were all dead."
"We did too." Tyresee stroked his sisters face. "Good to see you."
Together they were waiting for the others. Connor stood with Murphy in silence. Even so the younger one was always looking at his brother. "You okay", he asked in French.
"Qui."
"What happen?"
"He wanted to talk. Ill tell you later." Murphy nodded.
"You speak French?", Daryl asked.
Connor looked to his right, where the hunter appeared. "Yeah. You too?"
"Nah. Hardly can speak english", he smiled.
"Thought yeh can read. Bet yeh can talk better than yeh pretending."
"Ya' will never find out."
Murphy shook his head and snorted."If I wouldn't kno' me bro' I would think yeh flirtin'"
Two heads simultaneously looked towards Murphy. Connors hand rose and hit Murphy's head. Murphy grabbed his head. "The fuck Conn'."
"Yeh stop talkin' bullshit Murph' and I will stop punchin' yeh. Flirtin'. Earth to Murph' did yeh recognize he is a dude?"
Murphy smiled and looked at Daryl. "Yeh I did and he has a pretty face. Don't yeh think."
Daryl rolled his eyes. "I am not gay you fucker. Maybe yo are", he tried to make Murphy shut up.
"Nah. I am all into boobs."
"At least we agree on somethin'", Daryl replied.
Connor just shook his head and looked at the fences. He thought he was surrounded by teenagers and was some kind of school teacher. His brother and that redneck seriously needed some advice in "How to be an adult". "Will yeh two stop now? Murph' really sometimes I wonder how old yeh really are. And you," he looked at Daryl, "are not a teenager either."
"Fuck ya'."
"No. Fuck yeh", Murphy said.
Connor turned around and left. Annoyed of those two look-a-likes. Maybe he was wrong that they had nothing in common. Both were stubborn and acting like kids. He went to the others. Carol was rocking Judith in her arms. A baby. A fuuckin' baby. How did they manage that? Who was the mother?
When he was next to Carol she smiled. "So you are Connor."
"Aye."
"Thanks for saving my family."
"Ye're welcome. So Rick is your husband?"
Carol shook her head. "No. Rick's wife Lori died while Judith was born."
"Fuck."
"Yeah."
"Rick will freak out."
Carol nodded. "You wanna hold her?"
"Yes. Absolutely." Connor loved kids. They were innocent and knew nothing about this world. Even if it was hard growing up in THIS world right now. Carol reached him Judith. The girl was sleeping and he rocked her and walked around a bit, singing her an Irish lullaby.
Daryl watched Connor and something made him incredibly happy about the whole picture. The way the Irishman held Judith in his arms, the little song he was singing with a really sweet voice. The little smile on his face. Maybe Connor and Murphy could be family. Maybe they somehow were already. Daryl didn't know why but he felt so connected to those two. As if they were related. He couldn't name that feeling. That burning inside of him. The need to protect both of them. Like he protected his new family.
"Yeh are staring again", Murphy said.
"Shut up."
"He loves kids", the younger twin said.
"I can see that."
"Rick is runnin' late. We should check out where they are all at."
Daryl shook his head yes. "Ya' coming with me?", Daryl asked.
"'Course. Let us take Conn' too."
Daryl agreed and went over to Connor. Instead of sayin' something he just gave him a nod and smiled at Judith. Then he whispered. "Ya' comin' with me and Murphy to check on the others? They are late and I don't wanna lead ya' all back in the dark."
Connor whispered "Aye" and went to carol to gave her the baby. "We'll be back soon. Checkin' on the others. Yeh al wait 'ere. Abraham, take care of them." "I will", the redheaded soldier agreed.
The three of them were walking in silence for a while. Murph chewing on his thumb, Daryl crossbow in hand and Connor grabbing his rosary again. A baby. A fuckin' baby.
"A baby Murph", he mumbled.
"Aye. Miracle, huh?"
"Fuckin' big one."
"Maybe there is still hope", Murphy pointed out.
Daryl stopped, looked at them. "I never believed in hope. I never had any hope. But then then I found Rick again, we found Glenn, then you two saved us and now that. That is like a sign."
The twins stared at Daryl and Daryl felt suddenly awkward that he talked so much to those two. "You believe in fate?", Murphy asked.
Daryl shook his head. "Never believed in anything."
"Maybe this had to happen. Yeh feelin' it too. Don't eh? That thing between us?"
Daryl looked at the younger twin and met his eyes. Eyes that were so much like his own, but lighter. His eyes weren't so worried like his own. He wasn't sure what to say but he knew which feelin' Murphy was talking about.
"Yes. Like a burning."
"Inside your heart and soul"; Connor moved on.
All three looked at each other and slowly one term rushed through Connors head. This can't be. No. "Conn' yeh are thinking so loud I can hear yo scream in my head", Murphy complained.
"Sorry brother. I just had an idea but we should go now. This is not the time."
The others agreed and they walked in silence. They went through the halls until the found Rick, Michonne, Glenn and Maggie all together in one great hall with two cars. "Rick?", Daryl said to make them aware of them. "Guys. Sorry but we found the cars and some stuff. And weapons. Glenn and Magie found meds and dressing."
"Great news", Connor said and clapped Murphy on his stomach to give him a sign. Both walked to help load some of the boxes on the truck. "Did yeh' find food?"
"Uhm. Yeah but we only packed the cans because, uhm, we found something, a gross and disturbing", Glenn answered while rubbing his back.
Maggie added: "I am still feeling sick."
"Wha' did yeh find", Murph asked.
"Seemed like we would have ended as food if you hadn't found us.", Rick answered.
"You are jokin'! Cannibals?", Daryl wondered.
"Remember that big grill?"
"NO!", Daryl yelled knowingly.
Rick just looked at him and swallowed. "Fuckin' sick bastards", Murphy spit. They then packed the 4 left boxes and drove out of there. The fuel would last until they would reach the house. Michonne and Glenn were driving, while the others went back to get the others.
"We may have a big fuckin' surprise for you", Daryl smiled and looked at his chosen-brother.
Rick put his hand on Daryl's shoulder. "What is it?"
"Well, we found something. Or someone."
Ricks eyes lid up. "Who is it?"
They were near now and Daryl smirked and started running to Carol and the others. It was the second time he was the one that could present Carol alive. And now he had three persons to present to his brother.
"Look!"
Carol, Tyresee and Judith were standing there, smiling at their friend and Rick lost it. Rick started crying and just fell to his knees. His daughter was alive. Connor and Murphy both put their hands on each of ricks shoulders. "It is okay buddy. Stand up and see yer girl."
But Rick couldn't move. He thought he would never see anyone again. Not Carol. He had sent her away but there she was with the Tyresee. The reason he had sent her away and they saved his baby. Daryl was happy to see his friend like this and he took Judith and kneeled before Rick. "Lil' asskicker sleeps right now but look, she is alive." Rick touched Judith' cheek and smiled. "Come on. We gotta go meet the others at the house", Abraham tried to talk sense into them. It was gettin' too dark.
Everyone nodded and Daryl gave Judith to Carol. Then the twins helped Rick up and they were all walking fast to get to their destination.

"I am sick of how this world works", Murphy sighed. They had celebrated a bit and talked to the whole group but at one point he needed to be alone with his brother. Too many people always freaked him out. "But today was good", Connor tried to cheer his brother up. Murphy crossed his arms behind his head and looked to the ceiling. "Yeah. But Cannibals? Sick fucks like the governor? That sick bastard Merle who punched me like a maniac because he thought I was his brother. We now know he meant Daryl, right?" "Yeah." Connor had figured that out as soon as they met Daryl. Oh yes there was a lot to talk about. "And I miss sleeping on a mattress, a shower, some real food. I miss sitting on the roof with yeh, I miss beer, Mc Gintys. I miss living." Connor shifted his body so that he was able to look at his brother. He knew that feeling and he was sad too. He missed their old life and he missed the carefree smile of his brother. Murphy still was one of the happiest persons around. At least to strangers but Connor knew that in real he was hiding the fact that he was sick of this world. That he was depressed. "I miss going to the movies with yeh' fighting' abou' popcorn. Or that little supermarket around the corner of our old Appartement. I miss having a home." "I miss you", Murphy said which made Connor look even more concerned. "But I am 'ere." Murphy sighed. "No Conn' yeh not. Our bond is weakened. I can't explain it. It's because of that Redneck. Somethin' is changing." "Abou' that. When he mentioned that feelin'. Yeh feelin' that burnin' too, right?" "Yeah?" Murphy watched his older twin and knew Connor finally found their answer. "Yeh remember when everyone was tellin' us that we were soulmates? Because we were moving the same way, hearing each other in our thoughts and feel what the other feels? And we always know when somethin' is wrong? We thought it was because we are twins but..." "...Daryl is not." "Aye. I never told yeh but I went to the library to check that out. When we were back in school. I read about soulmates." "'course yeh did. Yeh always wanted to know everythin'" Murphy ruffled Connors hair. "Yeah. There was that book sayin' that there are different forms of soulmates and that yeh can have more then one." "So yeh sayin' that stupid fucker is our soulmate? Can't be." Connor sighed and closed his eyes for a moment. "It's the best explanation I have so far." "Not one I will accept. Sharing thoughts with that redneck is not goin' to happen." Both smiled. Connor yawned and grabbed Murphy's hand who was again chewing his thumb. Connor shook his head. "Don't."
Murphy shut his eyes closed and exhaled loudly. "We should sleep." Connor was lying down on his side and Murphy looked at him for a while, then moved his body so that Connor was spooning him. Wrapping one arm around his little brother and one under his head. They had shared a bed for several years when they were kids. And sometimes, especially since the outbreak, his brother needed the closeness. And he needed it too. Something to hold on to. Someone warm. Connor wished that there was a girl included. He missed kissing, cuddling and sex. But so did Murphy. "Yeh thinkin' again." "Sorry." "Yeh thinkin' about yeh girlfriend in there?" "Wha' the fuck are yeh babblin' abou'" "Daryl. He seems to like yeh more than me." "Yeh jealous?" "Nah. Not ever. But there must be a reason." "Maybe he can't stand yeh face." Both snickered. "G'night Conn'." "G'night baby brother." Murphy punched his elbow in Connors stomach and snorted. But then grabbed his brothers hand and tangled their fingers together. Stroking the tattoo on his brothers finger. Connor sometimes wondered if his brother was in love with him. Because sometimes his cuddling got so intense. But maybe he was just lonely. Like himself. That was their big secret. Even with all their friends and always havin' their best friend, their soulmate, their twin, they both felt terribly lonely. Maybe this was going to end. Because miracles still do happen. Connor smiled and closed his eyes.

And? Did you like it? Or am I completely writing this for my own pleasure? I want Daryl to be a bit more "easier" than he was before. We don't know how he will be in Season 5 (not yet) but I like to imagine that he is a bit softer around the edges. Because he remembers what Beth taught him.