Short chapter! I'm sorry it is so fluffy but I swear it will get bloody and horrible soon. Very soon!

It is so much fun writing this and I am already writing chapter 16. So there will be a lot more coming for you all.

Thanks for the nice feedback. I really appreciate it. I never thought that writing in another language would make fun after a while but it really does. And I am actually learning something.

Enough said. Have fun!

Connor woke up to the sound of his brother talking to Daryl. Connor was too tired to know what they were talking about. He tried to wake up properly and wondered where he fell asleep. The last thing he remembered was that he had talked to Daryl after hugging him and that he had closed his eyes for a minute. He slowly lifted his head up and opened his eyes. He looked around and realized that he had slept on Daryl's shoulder. His eyes widened and he looked at Murphy who was looking amused, while Daryl ignored him. "G'mornin' sleepyhead", his brother said.
"Mornin'", Connor mumbled.
"Did you dream somethin' nice?" Murphy asked and started to chuckle. Connor realized his brothers gaze and looked down on himself. Morning wood.
"Shut up!"
Daryl then looked at Connor and raised an eyebrow. "Don't you dare start", Connor insisted.
"Can I have my arm back now fuckhead? You already left bruises on it." Connor looked down at his hand and saw that he was grabbing Daryl's arm so hard that he had left scratches and bruises. He couldn't remember what he dreamt but that had to be some violent stuff.
"Sorry. Why didn't you wake me up?"
"Because you needed to sleep", the hunter answered.
"Aye. Thanks."
Daryl smiled and stood up. "We should go back to the group now."
"Aye", Murphy agreed.
Daryl walked out of the house and Murphy looked worried at Connor. "You okay brother?"
"Yeah. O'course."
"You look like shite."
Connor shrugged and followed Daryl outside. He looked at him and Daryl returned it. Something had definitely changed between them. When Murphy walked out the door he rested a hand on Connors shoulder and Daryl started walking. "What were you two staring at each other?"
"Nothing."
"Didn't look like nothing." Murphy followed Daryl, leaving his brother standing in front of the house. Connor sighed. He was screwed. He had to keep secrets from Murphy, had to stop staring at Daryl and had to sort all those weird thoughts in his head. Especially that dream he had. He knew Daryl was in it but couldn't quiet remember what it was about. Last night really was some sort of life changing thing. He slowly followed the other two, seeing them talk to each other. Daryl seemed to relax around Murphy a bit more then yesterday and at least they weren't yelling at each other. Connor thought it was somehow as if he had two brothers now, that looked like twins. It bothered him a bit, that Daryl looked so much more like Murphy's twin than he did. And it bothered him, that he cared for him as much as he did for his brother. This was ridiculous. They only just met and he had his brother for over 35 years.
"Yer so quiet", Murphy stated and waited for Connor to approach him.
"Thinkin'."
"Abou'?"
Connor just pointed at Daryl who was walking in front of them. Murphy sighed and asked in french: "Wha' did he do?"
The Older brother sighed and replied: "We talked a bit. And I think. I don't know Murph' but somehow I like him."
Murphy nodded. "Aye. Me too."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah. He seems like a decent guy. He doesn't like touching a lot but I think he cares about you. He told me that you fell asleep on his shoulders hours ago and he didn't want to move because you needed sleep."
"Wha'?"
"Yes."
Connor looked at Daryl's back. Was it possible that Daryl indeed was their soulmate?
"Wha' were yeh talkin' abou' earlier?", Connor asked.
"Abou' you. Told him yeh needed time to think and that yeh will talk when yeh done. He was worried that he had upset yeh."
"Jaysis. I am not fragile."
Murphy laughed. And answered in english: "No, you have balls of steel Conn'."
"Fuck yeh."
"No! Fuck yeh."
Daryl turned around. "Fuck both of you."
Which made the twins look at him and chuckle. "Fuck yeh, yeh lil' redneck", Murphy teased Daryl.
"No seriously you both need to shut up. I want to hunt while we are on our way back. Bring food for our people."
"Aye."
"Connor, can I talk to ya' for a second?"
Both men stared at each other and the older one nodded. "Walk a bit behind us brother", and added in gaelic: "I will tell yeh later."
Murphy agreed and let both of them walk away. He followed them not too close, knowing that the hunter was probably going to talk about something private and he didn't want to upset him or his brother. He had seen the way Daryl was looking at his sleeping brother. Daryl hadn't noticed that he was already awake and watching him. Daryl had smiled at the sleeping person on his shoulder and he even stroke one strain of hair out of his face. Murphy had thought it looked like him and Connor. Only that Daryl was playing big brother. This was something good. He could feel it in his bones. Daryl wasn't a bad sign. He was the one good sign they were searching for. And of course the little string of events that were attached to him. Eugene who knew something about that virus, the group with all those good people and a baby. As if this was the family that had to survive to restart this world. Turn this now ugly place into a new paradise. Maybe this was gods will and deep in his chest Murphy knew that Daryl was indeed their soulmate. That was the reason they were behaving like they were, right? Daryl smirked at Connor.. "Abou' last night. Can we not tell that to the group? I know you will tell Murphy but please just don't tell the group."
"I won't."
"Thank you."
"No. Thank yeh for let me sleep on your shoulder." Daryl nodded and smiled. "I kinda liked it. Made me feel like a big brother for once."
Connor couldn't help it and slung his arm around Daryl's waist. For a second he saw him flinch but than he just walked on. "Yeh actin' like a brother already. Murphy starts really likein' yeh."
"Yeah. He is pure energy, isn't he?"
"Hell. Yeh have no idea. He is stronger than any battery that was ever invented. I love him for that."
Daryl cracked a smile. "He is so completely different to me." Daryl's smile broke because how could Connor like him then, when he was nothing like Murphy. Was he the brother with the bad behaviour and the bad attitude then? Could Connor like him like a brother? Daryl wanted Connor to like him. He NEEDED him to like him.
"He is. But tha' is not a bad thing. Yeh really awesome, too. Yeh full of power but different power. Yeh can concentrate on yeh tasks, yeh can hunt, yeh are a survivor. Yeh would possibly survive an apocalypse." Connor smiled and Daryl shook his head. "Beth once said that I would be the last man standing."
"Maybe she was right", Connor agreed.
"Yeah." Daryl sighed and looked into the distance. Connor took his arm away and whispered: "We will find her."
Daryl nodded and Connor knew it was time now to let Daryl lead them and walk in Silence.
He grabbed his brothers hand and squeezed it for a second and then let go. Murphy nodded. This was their sign for "Later."

one hour later

They were getting close to the hide-out and Daryl made Connor and Murphy stop and hide behind some trees and sat down. "We need to be quiet and wait. Maybe we are lucky and some deer or squirrels cross our way."
"Aye. Wha' do we do then?", Murphy asked.
"Sit down and just wait."
Murphy looked at his brother. Murphy didn't like to sit down. He was too twitchy for that. "C'mere brother. We'll share my last smoke, heh?"
Murphy snorted but did as he was told. Connor gave Daryl an apologizing look because he really had only one smoke left. Daryl smirked and nodded. He watched the brothers smoke and couldn't help himself but think that he had never seen someone looking so good smoking. Especially Connor. "So we just sit here and don't even talk?"
"That's the plan. You don't want to scare all the animals away with your annoying mouth", Daryl joked.
Connor hid his smile behind his fist and Murphy mumbled something like: "says the guy with the same lips."
The Hunter and the older twin looked at each other while Murphy was poking holes in the ground with a stick. Connor shrugged. Daryl wished he could sit next to Connor. Already missing the touch. He didn't even know what to make of this. He was not gay and he never had the urge to touch someone like he had it with Connor and Murphy. Murphy...it was foreign to him that he felt like a big brother to this two, but with Murphy that feeling was even stronger. Because he seemed so young and so wild. Reckless, open and innocent. He was much more fragile and as Daryl imagined he was hiding it behind a smile. That's why Connor said he loves that about Murphy. Daryl was never good at getting people so fast or understand what they want but this was different with these two.
Daryl said: "We can talk but silent. And as soon as I hear something and give you a sign you will shut up."
"Aye", Murphy agreed.
"So then, talk."
"What was your life before all this?", Murphy asked.
"Pretty much the same. Hunting, sometimes working at different low-budget-jobs and getting into trouble with Merle."
Murphy nodded. "Aye. Thought so."
"What does that mean? Ya' think I wouldn't be able to have a normal life?"
Murphy shook his head and looked at Connor for help. "No it's just that you seem so uncomfortable with people. Couldn't imagine you working at a shop or something."
"I indeed worked at a shop once. Night-shifts."
"Yeh took drugs like Merle?"
Daryl shook his head. "No. I hated him for doin' drugs. Something else?" Daryl was annoyed talking about his past so much, when he really didn't want to go back there for just a second. His Dad was finally dead, even so he missed that stupid fucker. He had raped him more than once, had hit him with sticks, belts and his most favorite weapon were bottles. Daryl got so used to it that he sometimes liked to be punched and have bruises. As kid he sometimes poked his own bruises to feel the pain again. To check if he was still alive. And yet he missed his family. Blood is blood.
Murphy noticed the tone in Daryl spoke to him and gave up. "No. Sorry", he tried to apologize for being so nosy.
"Noted and accepted."
Connor looked at his brother and slapped his knee. "Yer really a pain in the ass baby brother."
"Fuck yeh. He knows a lot more abou' us. Just wanted to get to kno' our soulmate."
He widened his eyes and looked to both men. He didn't want to say it out loud. But Connor just smiled widely, showing his teeth and his eyes getting brighter. "So yeh think he is tha'."
"Yeah?"
"Well glad yeh say it because I think Daryl is like a brother."
Daryl watched them with fascination and something in him just felt warm and glowing and it made him feel happy and afraid at the same time. He was not really sure what to make of all this. How to handle that? What was he supposed to do or say?
Better he just kept quiet for a while. "Wha' d'yeh think?", Connor asked him.
Daryl just shrugged and said nothing.
"Yeh don't feel it?", Connor asked a bit less enthusiastically.
"I don't know, okay? I don't want..." Daryl tried to explain but then noticed a movement and stood up and gave the both of them a sign to shut up.
He raised his crossbow and looked at the direction he had seen the movement. And he smiled when he saw that familiar reddish brown fur, the white spots and the big black eyes. He never liked killing deer but in these times they needed the food. With one precise arrow he shot the deer and throw the crossbow on his back. "Come on. I just shot us some deer. Ya' going to help me bring it to our family."
He started walking into the direction the deer fell on the ground, followed by Connor and Murphy. When they arrived Connor said: "Wow, great shot. Right in the heart."
"Yeh really have a lot of practice."
"Yeah. I didn't like to shoot Bambi but we need the flesh."
"Aye."
Daryl checked if the deer was dead and then pulled out his arrow. Cleaning it at his rag, he was always carrying around. "And I shoot the heart because I don't want them to suffer."
Both Irishmen nod and then Murphy suggested to carry the Deer on his back and then reach it to Connor so they could share the weight a bit and Daryl leading them and shooting with his crossbow. They all agreed and walked back to their group. Daryl only had to shoot one walker and shot two bunnies on their way. The closer they got to their family the more he felt glad to have the two brothers with him. For some strange reason he couldn't imagine being back to Rick and the others without having them there. Maybe they made everything complete. Or he wanted them for another reason.