Hi!
I will give you another chapter. The next ones will take a while because I have a writers block. I have the chapters planned out and I know what is going to happen but the words just don't want to flow.

Sorry for that!

Connor woke up in the middle of the night his heart was beating too fast and he immediately grabbed his chest, trying to touch the rosary. It wasn't there. He remembered that he had given it to Daryl. Connor looked around and couldn't see the other man next to him. Was Daryl outside? He wasn't supposed to walk with his wounds. Why didn't he wake him up? Connor looked around again, he was lying in a bed and there was a window. Where was he? What had happened? He stood up, searched the room and found another bed at the other wall. He stumbled forward and saw it was his brother. But his brother was younger. He was a kid. Connor took another look around. Crap, he was at home, in Ireland in their old room. Why the fuck? He looked at his body. He was wearing a Superman shirt and shorts and he was a child. But this couldn't be. This...he was...What the fuck happened? Connor woke Murphy up. He was rubbing his eyes. "Conn' why d'yeh wake me? Is already time for school?"
Connor flinched at the sound of the childish voice. "No. No. Just go back to sleep. I just had a bad dream."
He stumbled over to his own bed and Murphy turned around to look at him. His hair was dark blonde and falling into his face. His eyes much bluer than the adult ones. "Yeh okay? Wha' d'yeh dream?"
"We were adults and we were fightin' monsters."
"Aye. Yeh mean zombies? Again? Yeh have those dreams since days. And yeh always callin' for me and cernunnos. Yer insane now?"
Connor shook his head. This couldn't be. He WAS an adult and he WAS next to Daryl but why did he dream of his past life? His younger self?
"Murphy, how old are we?"
Murphy chuckled. "Conn' yeh hit yer head? We are 12 yeh moron."
Connor nodded. 12. That's when his dreams started. "Did I tell yeh abou' the dreams of yeh? The one yeh were in danger?"
"Aye. Yeh had tha' yesterday. But yeh said I was younger and different. Yeh really okay Conn'? Yeh look sick. Should I get Ma'?"
Connor shook his head and swallowed. "No. I will try to sleep some more."
"Aye. Yeh wake me again if yeh not feelin' good or yeh need to cuddle." His younger brother smiled and closed his eyes again. Connor did the same thing and was praying to wake up as his adult self again. Wondering why he would have those dreams.

Daryl woke up when Connor kicked him in his sleep and he was mumbling words Daryl couldn't put together into sentences but he was obviously dreaming about Murphy. He gently stroked Connors hair and shook him a bit, to wake him up. His friend was already covered in cold sweat and he was pressing his other hand so hard that Daryl thought he would break his fingers. Connor was shaking and Daryl again, tried to wake him up. Connor suddenly moved and rose and looked around. "Fuck. Good to see yeh", he said absently. "You okay?"
"I just had a real weird dream. Really weird."
"Yeah. You were mumbling and shaking and you are covered in sweat. Wanna talk about it?"
Connor considered this but he just shook his head and cuddled himself closer to Daryl. "No, I need to talk to Murphy first." Hell this was confusing. There were only two possibilities why he had that dream. A) He was mad. B) This was the whole explanation for his nightmares about his brother. It was never his brother. It was always Daryl. And latter would be the more frightening, more scary and more horrible explanation. Because this would mean that his dreams weren't dreams at all. They were projections of Daryl's thoughts.
No. Connor was obviously gone mad. Then he looked at Daryl, looked into his eyes which were observing him worried. Connor swallowed hard. He had known it. Those feelings, of course, somehow this stupid thing made even more sense. Soulmates. Daryl had tried to reach out to him, when he was a kid. He was screaming for help. His soul had screamed for him. Connor felt sick and he shut his eyes close and shook his head to get the images and feelings out of his system. This was too much. "I gotta go", he just said and headed out the truck. His eyes wandered over the camp and he found Murphy sitting at their fireplace, sharing water with Rick. The Sheriff saw him first and pointed his head to Murphy who turned around and when he saw him he looked somewhat shocked? Murphy immediately came closer and took Connor's face in his hands. "Conn'? Wha's up?"
Connor placed his hands on Murphy's waist, afraid to lose balance. He was a bit dizzy from his dream. "D'yeh remember my nightmares from back when we were kids?" Murphy nodded. Connor had it figured out. "Yeah. Why?"
"Did I ever wake yeh up and ask yeh how old we were?"
Murphy cocked his eyebrows. He closed his eyes and tried to remember. "Yeah. Yeah you did. Yeh were wearing yer Superman PJs and yeh were lookin' like crap. Why?"
Connor felt sick again and closed every distance between him and his brother and rested his head in the crook of Murphy's neck. Murphy knew but he needed Connor to say it because Murphy wasn't supposed to know it. "I just had that dream. I woke up and my rosary was gone and I remembered that I gave it to Daryl but Daryl wasn't next to me and when I stood up there was just yeh. And we were kids and we were at home and I was so confused. And I asked yeh how old we were."
"Does tha' mean yer dream back then.." Murphy didn't end the sentence because he suddenly was too surprised to speak. Connor was foreshadowing. He dreamed of Zombies when he was 12. Or did his older self warn the younger self but they weren't able to see it back then?
Murphy grabbed Connor's hair and whispered: "Jesus, Conn'."
"Those dreams. It was never you, wasn't it?"
Murphy closed his eyes and sighed, he slowly shook his head. "No."
Connor moved his head up and met his brothers eyes. "I had those dreams every second night and sometimes every night and sometimes they stopped and they were always...violent, dark, painful. I didn't wake yeh up every time. I think. OH man...I just...NO!" Connor shook his head. Pictures of those dreams flashing before his eyes. The dark man that hurt his brother. Not Murphy. Daryl. This was Daryl. Connor again shook his head. But the pictures didn't stop.
"I know. Because I woke up every time yeh had them. I felt yer pain. I felt yeh runnin' and I felt yeh pressin' me closer to yeh. Tha' was the time yeh started wet-nursing me an' it was the moment I let yeh. Yeh remember the times when I tried to get away from yeh? Those were the times I wanted yeh to realize tha' this wasn't me. But yeh never understood and someday I saw how those dreams made yeh sad, how they were takin' something out of yeh. I noticed it all and tha' why I let yeh do it. I knew yeh needed it. Yeh needed to save tha' person in yer dreams. But it was never me Conn'. It was him. It was Daryl. I figured it out way before yeh did. Yeh were send here to finally save him. He was yer task and yeh are mine. I always knew. I am the one keepin' yeh sane and safe. And yeh kno' it." The older twin touched his brothers face and Murphy couldn't bare to see his twin like this. The realisation that he had dreams of Daryl for over 15 years had hit him hard. Someday they had stopped, probably because Daryl had put up walls around his heart and soul and got harder on the inside. "Why did I find him only now?", Connor whispered and was searching for an answer in his brothers eyes. "Because yeh weren't ready earlier. Imagine yeh would have met him when yeh didn't kno' how to shoot, to kill and how yeh can survive. Yeh wouldn't have survived one day in his presence and most likely he wouldn't have let yeh in at all. With Merle and his dad around. Yeh have heard Merle. Always sayin' bad things abou' Dar'. Merle would have killed yeh." Connor nodded that made sense. At least a bit.
"Wha' do I do? Tell him?"
"Tell him when yeh think it is the righ' time. When he opens up to yeh."
Connor smirked. When did his brother get so smart? Then he stopped smirking. It wasn't Murphy that held him back, he was holding Murphy back. His whole life he was saving Murphy but he clearly didn't need it. He would have been harder and much more independent. "I'm so sorry Murph'."
"Shut up. I love yeh baby brother."
Connor raised an eyebrow. "Aye but I am still the older one."
"Nah. Yer not. Ma' told me. I am indeed the older one. She had to tell me because I found our birth certification."
"Wha'? And yeh tellin' me tha' now?"
Murphy chuckled. "Yeh because I knew how yeh love to be me big bro'."
"True." Connor felt a bit better now and he put his head back on Murphy's shoulder. "I am glad I have yeh. I am glad yeh watch over me. But I am sorry I never realized it. Murph' those dreams...Poor Daryl."
Murphy kissed Connor's head. "Yeh kno' he told me before we saved yeh. Think he never spoke abou' it. He was 8 when it started. When he told me I knew the connection between yeh and him is much deeper than yeh kno'."
"God. yer sometimes so smart I want to smack yer head." Connor kissed Murphy's shoulder.
"Yeh should go back to Dar'. He probably misses yeh already."
"Aye", Connor voiced and pressed his brother closer and then went back to the truck. Before he climbed in he looked back. Murphy was still standing there, watching after him. Connor shook his head. His whole Life was a lie. Murphy had watched over him, not physically but he had made sure Connor was still sane.
Murphy waited until Connor was back into the truck and then turned around. It was abou' time Conn' figured it out. Why did it feel so wrong then? When he suited himself next to Rick, he felt a hand on his back. "You look sad. Is Connor alright?"
"Yes. I think he finally is."
Murphy grabbed a stick and poked around in the fire. "Do you need someone to talk?"
"Thank yeh but this is between Connor, Daryl and me. Yeh wouldn't understand."
Rick cocked an eyebrow. "Try me."
Murphy shook his head. "Yeh believe in soulmates?"
Rick smiled. "You mean like "two bodies, one soul"? Then yeah."
Murphy nodded and so he explained it to Rick. He could see the confusion on Rick's face and the realisation. He could see all sorts of emotions and when Murphy was done, he could see one final expression. Happiness.
"You know Murphy, I love Daryl like a brother. Once you know him he is the best man you could think of. Behind all these walls. And when you two showed up...Well he was acting way out of his normal character. He was different. That explains it all and it makes me incredible happy that you two showed up at all. To be honest, seeing a smile on Daryl Dixon's face is like winning the lottery big time. He earned it. And Connor did too. But what about you? You say you watch over Connor but did you never dream about your soulmate?"
Murphy looked surprised and smiled after a second. Yes he had dreamt about his soulmate. A lot of times. But he would never tell anybody about his soulmate. "I did. But never came across my other part." Which was a lie.
"Maybe someday." Rick clapped his shoulder.
"Yeah, maybe." Murphy looked into the fire. He would burn forever, like the flame in front of him and his soul would go straight to hell. He had met his other half already. But his other half was in love with someone else. Because Murphy had it all figured out. Hell, he had known for a while now.

When Connor sat next to Daryl the hunter opened his eyes and was holding his arm open, so Connor could rest on it. The Irishman placed his head on Daryl's arm and the hunter instantly pressed him closer and started stroking his back and neck. Connor placed one of his knees over Daryl's and rested one arm across his chest, his hand gently stroking his side. Daryl's eyes were fixed on the ceiling of the truck, waiting for Connor to talk but when the other man didn't say anything, he tilted his head a bit to look at him. Something was bothering him and it had to do with his dreams but Daryl was sure Connor just needed time. He placed a kiss on his friends forehead and took the hand that was caressing his side into his, lifted it up and kissed the palm of his hand, the wrist, arm and then nibbled on Connors wrist again. His man was kissing his ear and neck now, biting now and then. Daryl felt little shocks inside his body again and butterflies in his stomach. He turned his head and pressed his lips onto Connors. Connor started moving himself over Daryl, to have better access to his friends body. He made sure that he didn't touch the wounds and made sure that his lips were still pressed to Daryl's. Daryl smiled a bit when he felt Connor on top of him. If they don't stop this will end up into another make-out session. "Why are yeh smiling?"
"Nothing", he mumbled because Connor's lips were still pressed onto his.
"I don't believe yeh." The older one stopped kissing him and looked at him suspicious.
Daryl led his hands slide over his friends sides. "I thought about us. And that we should probably stop teasing each other."
"Yeah we should. Probably." Connor raised his torso and was now sitting on Daryl's middle. He put on his sad face and watched his friends face. He was playing. Because nothing made him sad anymore. He had his task, he had his answers and he most certainly found his other half. Ever since he was younger he had searched something and he never knew what but now he found it. Daryl's eyes locked with his own and the hunter started to smirk. "You look like a sick puppy. You tell me why you are pulling such a face?"
"Because I can't play with yeh", Connor tried to answer in all honesty. Which made his friend chuckle. "I never said can't. I said shouldn't. And most certainly I didn't say that I don't want." And with that he started playing with Connor's nipples, just to see him close his eyes, his mouth slightly parted. Daryl loved that view, although it was still dark and again he could only see shadows and shades of blue and silver. He was now digging his fingernails lightly into Connor's side, his thumbs still playing with the other ones nipples. Slowly he let his hands run down until he reached the rim of Connors shirt. His hands moved under the fabric and the fingers explored the wounds which were healing and scrabbed-over. His fingers traced every line, every muscle. Connor didn't move he was enjoying Daryl's attention and he concentrated on not getting hard because Daryl was teasing him a lot. When he touched the place his rosary was placed when it was around his neck, Connor grabbed the rim of his shirt and pulled it over his head. He leaned forward, shifting his whole bodyweight onto his arms, waiting for Daryl to go on with his touching. The hunter raised his torso a bit, kissing Connor once and then laying back down because his stomach hurt too much. His shoulder hurt too but he didn't care so much. Daryl's hands were touching his friends back now, again tracing every wound. When he reached Connor's waistband he glided both hands gently back up over his friends spine which made him shiver and his whole back was covered hin goosebumps. A little moan escaped his lips and he opened his eyes. Daryl was getting hard again. He just couldn't help it. And he couldn't help but grind his hip against Connor, who started moving on top of him and smirked, before kissing Daryl and tangling their tongues together. Daryl was wounded but he really had the need to move underneath Connor and started grinding against Connor's butt without thinking about it. Connor tried to ignore it but he couldn't - every time Daryl touched his bottom he wanted to scream. Not in pain but he remembered. He remembered what had happened. Connor stopped kissing Daryl and closed his eyes. The hunter stopped as soon as he realized what he was doing and slapped himself in mind. He fucked up hard way. "Oh God, Conn' I didn't think. I am sorry."
Connor shook his head and tried to stay calm, but his hands were already clenched into a fist and there was this rage and pain piling up inside his stomach. He could hear the groans and moans and swearing of that bastard. He could feel hands on his hips. Daryl was quiet and didn't move an inch. His eyes fixed on Connors face. What was he supposed to do? When his friend opened his eyes he could swear he saw tears, so he raised his hand, but Connor bashed it away. Connor was moving away from Daryl and curled himself into a tiny little ball next to him. He tried to get rid of those images, the feeling, the rage. His tears were now streaming down his face and his heartbeat was out of control. He felt sad, exhausted, hurt, angry and he didn't want to feel anything at all. Just a minute ago he had been happy with Daryl but now he felt broken all over again. "You want me to go?", Daryl whispered.
Connor shook his head.
"You need Murph'?"
Connor shook his head again. And Daryl was not able to think of something else.
"Can I do something?"
Connor looked at Daryl and nodded. It was too much for him and he didn't even know what to do or how to deal with the pain inside of him. How could he ever get over this? He closed the distance between him and Daryl, his head hidden in his friends armpit, his arms crossed in front of his own chest his knees still tucked up. Daryl saw the love of his life fall to pieces right beside him. He knew those feelings and he knew how Connor felt right now. He changed his position and was now lying on his side, Connor's face hidden in between his arm and his chest and Daryl grabbed the blanket and wrapped Connor into it, hiding his whole body. He placed his free hand between them, so Connor could grab it if he wanted. He knew that too many touching could freak him out and he knew that too less would make him lonely. So he waited until Connor moved. Daryl felt a tear running from his eyes as he remembered how once he was the one that needed this and he was always alone. He thought of all the things he would have liked to hear and carefully whispered: "I'm here for you. I love you, Leprechaun. I know how hard this is. But I am here. You are not alone." Daryl moved his hand slowly towards Connors chin and gently stroked it and then put his hand back where it was before. Connor was sobbing and when he heard Daryl's voice he started crying even more because HE WAS NOT THERE WHEN THIS THING HAPPENED TO LITTLE DARYL. This made him so angry and now here he was sobbing like a little baby because it had happened ONE fucking time and Daryl was taking care of him. And he fucking didn't earn that. Connor's rage was trying to shove Daryl away while his love and need for a touch wanted him near. When Daryl touched his chin he grabbed the hand that was back between them and snuggled closer to his friend. And as soon as he moved Daryl pressed his whole body against him, kissed his temple and put one hand on his head. Connor grabbed the hand again and tangled their fingers together, tugging both hands under his head. He opened his eyes, just to see that Daryl's expression was sad and hurt, which made Connor instantly move his arm underneath Daryl's body and pulled him into a close hug. "I should have been there all these years ago. I heard yeh and saw yeh inside my head. Every time. I know how yeh felt. Yer whole soul was screaming for help and I couldn't respond because I thought yeh were Murph'. But now I can really feel this pain. And I just...how did yeh do tha' alone? How did yeh survive? I can't..." Connor knew this wasn't the right time. There would never be a right time.
Daryl held his breath when Connor spoke. What did he mean, he saw him and felt his pain?
"How?", was the only thing Daryl could say. "Soulmates."
"You...you saw me?!" Daryl was suddenly frightened by this connection. What did Connor see or feel?
"In my dreams. At night and sometimes at day. I could...I could see a man that was hurting yeh. Saw yeh runnin' away and could feel yer pain. Like I can with Murph'. Someday it stopped. Someday I assumed I had saved Murphy. Only now Murph' and me figured out that it never was him. It has always been yeh."
"Daryl was confused. "So you knew me? You dreamt of me? Is this..is this why this all went so fast?"
"Yeah."
"I'm sorry." Connor frowned and looked at Daryl.
"Why would yeh say tha'? Bullshit. Don't yeh dare be sorry. I am sorry tha' I wasn't there when yeh needed me the most. But now I am here. I understand now. I just..." Daryl kissed his forehead. "I am here for you! I am sorry I didn't think earlier."
Connor was calming down now and he touched Daryl's face. "It's okay. I just need a bit more time. And don't you think I don't want yeh." This was true. He wanted to feel Daryl inside of him but just not yet. One reason was that it had only been days and second reason was that they both were injured. Connor put a kiss on his friends lips and then closed his eyes again. It was already dawning and he wanted to spend the little time they had left cuddling. Daryl was running his fingers through Connors hair, still thinking about what he just heard. It was frightening and exciting. Maybe Connor was the reason he was still alive. That thought made him smile and he whispered: "Is this connection still there?"
"Yeah. I guess. Why?"
"Just asking." Daryl smirked, closed his eyes and tried to think of something beautiful that had held him alive as a kid. It was a dream he had when he was little and it was his happy place when he was alone. He was sitting on a hill, around him green grass and he was leaning at a tree, watching a wonderful landscape. He could hear his mum talking to him, telling him his brother would be home soon and that they would be allowed to play hide and seek in the barn. He loved the barn because they had pigs and he loved to search his brother between them. They always were dirty and Daryl smiled because he had a family in this dream that loved him. But his brother never looked like Merle. His brother had light blonde hair, blue eyes and looked like he had bathed in sunlight. Daryl thought about it and when he opened his eyes again, Connor was smiling.
"Yeh kno' me and Murph' lived on a hill in Ireland, with a barn full of pigs and I loved to play hide and seek there with him." Connor didn't know why he suddenly thought about this memory but when he saw Daryl smirking he was actually surprised. "No. Way. Did you just think about that?" Daryl nodded.
"I think you saved me even before you knew. It all makes sense now. That I dreamed of places I have never been to and people I have never seen. But those were the most happiest dreams and feelings I ever had. Those were the things that kept me alive. So you were there. You know which one was my favorite?"
Connor shook his head and he felt incredible right now. Both closed their eyes again and Daryl thought about a fullmoon night, he could see stars on the sky and he was lying in the grass. He just came back from a movie with his brother who was lying next to him. His brother whispered. "One day we will save this world. We will have a family and so much love that we are going to explode from it." Daryl had touched his brothers hand and answered: "As long as we are together, nothing bad can happen." Daryl opened his eyes and Connor shook his head. This was new and amazing and he started to understand now. He had saved him and Daryl was saving him now so that they could be whole and one again. Connor kissed Daryl and his tongue was begging to get access to his friends mouth and when Daryl opened his mouth too, Connor moaned because he could feel their connection now, he could sense it and his love was growing. The Hunter grabbed into his friends hair, pulling it gently. He was overwhelmed by what had happened and soon he pulled Connor onto him again, ignoring when Connor accidentally pressed his wound. They were kissing and Daryl thought about a bed and candlelight. He thought about a happy place for the both of them and Connor smiled into their kiss. Then he whispered: "One day, when we are done saving the world, we will find a place for our family and finally feel all the love growing. We will be together and everything will be okay. You and me and Murph'. And the group. But one thing is for sure. I want a place for you and me alone, because I want yeh very badly righ' now and I would like to see yeh walkin' around our place, naked and clean and pretty much want to fuck yeh in every room." Wow Connor thought. That started cheesy and got smutty in a matter of seconds. Daryl chuckled. "I want you, too Leprechaun. And I swear I will fuck you wherever you want. As long as YOU run around naked in a barn." Both chuckled.
"Oh dear. Let's just save the world first."
"I thought more like "Let's just make out" first."
"Deal", Connor agreed and kissed Daryl again. All will be okay. They had each other. They always had each other. Connor's rage was gone. He was still hurt but Daryl was replacing all the things that were taken from him, like his pride, with something new. Love. Trust. Completeness.

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