My dear friends,
I am sorry to inform you that from now on I will fuck up every thought you ever had about that story. From this chapter forward you will all hate me and call me names. And I am okay with this because that is just how I am. We will see what is up with the dreams, at least a bit, we will see why Murphy acts like he acts and we will also get a whole new side of Connor. I am busy writing chapter 25 right now. Writing isn't that easy the last weeks but I managed to write some more things and the ending is already written. I guess it will end with Chapter 30. So better prepare ;)
As always, you are allowed to say everything you think about the story.

Three days later

Murphy had heard them the first night in his room. He had heard them moan and talking and he couldn't sleep. He was about to go over and cuddle, just like Connor had suggested but of course he didn't. He had acted normal the day after and he was trying not to let them see what he feels but he failed. Murphy avoided both of them, saying he had stuff to do, when in real, he didn't want to see them. Just like now. One group was out on a supply run, another one was driving around the town, looking for walkers or other humans.
Murphy was in the basement, where he had found some bottles of Jack and Jim. He was drinking some Whiskey and tried to drown his feelings in the amber colored liquid. He had heard them and he was jealous. Fuck he was so sick of seeing them together and see Rick with Judith and Rick was falling for Michonne. He was sick of Glenn and Maggie and Abraham and Rosita. He was sick of them all. Sick of being so alone. He knew there were some other singles but none of them would ever understand his feelings. Not even Connor. Nor Daryl. No one would understand this. He was losing his twin. And he had those nightmares every night that Connor was dying. Murphy was worried sick. He was worried, he was lonely and fuck he hated every fucking feeling in his body. He knew Connor and Daryl were upstairs, helping Carol and Beth with Judith and trying to make new plans. Rick had suggested they stayed maximal a week in the same place. There were three days left and Murphy was sick of this place. The comfort bed that was feeling like heaven and yet it was just like it was laughing at all of them. Peace, freedom, rooms that looked expensive as fuck. They were having a holiday in the middle of a war.
Everything was so fake, that he was sick. Half of the bottle was empty, when Murphy decided to take it to his room and rest under the covers of his bed. Ignoring that he was asked to put some of the food in the truck. He ignored his duties. Hell what would happen if he didn't do it? Got . No!
Murphy went upstairs, already a bit too drunk to move straight forward. When he reached the first floor he entered Rick's room, because he knew the sheriff was sleeping right now and put the bottle to the nightstand. Way too hard and it made a loud sound, which made Murphy chuckle. Rick woke up and pointed a gun at him. He looked surprised when he saw Murphy.
"What are you doing here?", he asked.
"Hidin'. D'yeh mind if I stay here? Don't wanna see the fuckbunnies anymore."
Rick put his gun back to his nightstand and looked at the bottle standing there. "Did you drink that?"
Murphy nodded and smiled. "Aye. 's'nothin'."
Rick stood up, his face worried and when he was in front of Murphy, latter just started giggling. Murphy was not so sure himself what he was doing here. He wanted to make Daryl angry and jealous. Maybe he should just try to make out with Rick.
"You want to talk, buddy?" Murphy shook his head.
"Nothin' to talk abou'. I'm just..."
Then he grabbed Rick's head with his hands. Maybe he could fall in love with someone else, to stifle the other feelings. And he liked Rick. None of the women was right for him. He wasn't into guys but what Connor could, he could do as much. Murphy looked at Rick and moved forward.

Connor went into his own bedroom, waiting for Daryl. Both of them wanted to take a nap because they promised Rick to take the night shift. Even so it was really quiet they watched the hotel, just in case others were coming and trying to kill them or if suddenly walkers arrived. Daryl arrived ten minutes later and asked: "Where the hell is Murphy?"
"I don't know."
Daryl raised an eyebrow, crossing his hands in front of his chest. "What is wrong with him? He didn't do what he was asked to do."
Connor shrugged. "I don't kno'. I'm worried. He is like this since the first night here."
The Hunter approached the bed and sat on the edge. "I think he is lonely. Don't know. He acted weird when we drove here. Didn't want to touch me. Said I belong to you and it would be awkward. And the day I got shot I found him crying behind a tree. He told me it was nothing but I think it has to do with you and me."
"Aye. He is afraid of losing me. But I can't do anything against tha' and he needs to deal with it. He said it himself."
Daryl nodded. "I'll check on him."
Connor agreed. "Yeah. Maybe he will talk to yeh. I'm not the righ' person for him now." Daryl grabbed Connors hand and kissed it. Which made Connor smile and put a kiss to Daryl's mouth. The younger one left the room and entered the next door without knocking. But the twin wasn't in there. Daryl went downstairs to check the bar and the back but he couldn't find him. Then he went back to the first floor, where he knew Beth and Maggie were babysitting Judith. He went into the room but Murphy wasn't there. "Hey. You've seen Murph'?"
Beth shook her head. "No. Haven't seen him since yesterday."
"Me neither", Maggie added.
"Everything alright?", Beth asked.
"If only I knew. Gotta search him. If you see him tell him he should go to his room."
"We will." Daryl stood on the hallway, not knowing where to go next. When he heard voices coming from Rick's room he approached the door. Rick should be asleep. He could hear Murphy and opened the door without knocking. He froze when he saw how Murphy was holding Rick's hand in his hands. Rick looked angry and surprised. When he saw Daryl, he locked eyes with him. "Murph'?"
Murphy turned around and smirked. "Ah. G'way. Yer interruptin'." He turned back to Rick and pressed his lips to Rick's, who reacted by pushing him away. "Come on. I like yeh. Don't yeh like me?" This was sick as fuck. He wasn't into Rick and he wasn't into guys. His jealousy was fucking him just very hard and maybe he could make Daryl jealous too and he would leave Connor and then everything would be okay again. Rick shook his head. "Murphy, you are drunk and if you haven't noticed, I am into women." Murphy snorted. "Sure. Tha's wha' everyone says." Daryl walked closer and grabbed Murphy's arm. "You are coming with me fucker."
Murphy pulled his arm away and shook his head. "No. I am stayin' here. Lea'me alone." "The hell do you think you are doing? Keep your hands off of Rick."
Murphy had enough and moved towards Rick's bed, pulling him with him. Rick looked a bit startled and stumbled when Murphy let himself fall into the bed. Which made Rick fall onto Murphy. Murphy giggled and threw his arms around Rick and started kissing him, while Rick tried to get away. He punched the twins stomach but Murphy was just laughing. Daryl came closer, freed Rick from Murphy and then looked angry at his look-a-like. "You are coming with me now. You had enough." Daryl was angry with Murphy and he had no idea why Murphy was kissing Rick. Behaving like he wanted to proof a point. Daryl shove his arms under Murphy's body, his bulletwound hurting. Murphy looked at him and stopped giggling, his eyes were resting on his face and he whispered: "I wanted to have fun." Rick looked at Daryl and nodded. "You need help with that one?"
"No. Sorry. I have no idea why he behaves like a jerk." "Don't worry. He just had a bit too much Jack." Rick knew what was wrong with Murphy and he really had to talk with him. If he was going on like this he would be a danger to the group. "Go back to sleep Rick. I will take care of that fucker." He looked back to Murphy, who was just staring at him, the white in his eyes red, the pupils blown. Daryl carried Murphy to his room. Somewhere along the way Murphy had started playing with Daryl's hair. When they reached the room, Daryl put him into his bed and helped Murphy to get rid of his clothes. Just leaving on his boxers. Daryl walked backwards, slowly and just when he turned around and was about to leave he heard Murphy say: "Wait."
Murphy was so drunk that he didn't give a fuck about what was right or wrong or what was sick. But when Daryl wanted to leave he stopped him even so he didn't know what to say.
"What the fuck is wrong with you?", Daryl wanted to know.
"Nothin'. I feel good and happy."
"Yah. Right. Thats why you are drunk in the middle of the day, didn't do what you were asked to do and start hitting on Rick, who is by the way, a guy. Thought you are into ladys."
"I don't care. Wha' the fuck d'yeh kno'? Go an' fuck me bro'. Lea'me alone." Murphy was angry and he wanted to wake up from this nightmare.
"I won't leave until you fucker tell me what is wrong with you. Connor is worried about you and I am too." Daryl sat down on the bed, watching Murphy who looked like crap. Murphy looked away, outside the window and turned around. Fuck everything!
"I'm just fuckin' sick o' everythin'."
Daryl suited himself behind Murphy and pulled him into a hug. "We all are sick of this world. But avoiding us won't make it better. And there is something else going on. Tell me now."
Murphy shook his head but he couldn't help himself and started crying. He turned around and throw his arms around Daryl. "Shh Murph' come here." Daryl pulled the sheets up, rolling himself under them and pulled Murphy on top of him.
"Why yer doin' this?"
"Because I care for you, you moron."
Murphy buried his face in Daryl's neck, sobbing and shaking his head. "I can't talk. I don't want him to hate me." The hunter smirked. "Are you crazy now? Your brother loves you like nothing else on this planet. Not even me. He could never hate you. And I can't either."
Daryl was stroking his big brothers (who was again acting like a little kid) back and felt the scars on it. Scars which were caused by his real big brother. If Merle wouldn't be dead, he seriously would have killed that fucker for hurting the twins.
"I'm lonely, Dar'. Not just because there is no one in my bed but because there is no one I am connected to. When I see yeh an' Conn' I am so happy but sad too. I can feel yer love and I am so sad. I will never have this. Never."
"Why would you say that? You were the one that told me, that I would find someone. Remember?"
"Aye. Then there are those nightmares of Conn' dyin'. They are horrible." Daryl froze and grabbed Murphy's face so he could look at him. "What?"
Murphy started crying all over again. He was lying again. But the truth was just too much to tell.
"I' dream he was bit by those monsters. Daryl..." Daryl moved his head forward and started kissing Murphy's tears away. What could he possibly say to this? When he imagined living without Connor now he was freaking out. He would go nuts. Now he was holding the other part of Connor in his arms, completely heartbroken. "Oh Murph'. Little Leprechaun. We make sure this won't happen. Okay?"
Murphy shook his head and moved so he could rest on Daryl's chest again. Hearing his heartbeat, feeling his gentle touches and the lips in his hair. Murphy closed his eyes, relaxing on top of Daryl. The hunter let Murphy sleep on his chest, making sure he was completely asleep before he left. He covered him with a blanket and kissed his forehead. Daryl felt sorry and when he left the room he had to breathe in and out to calm down. Murphy was in so much pain and so heartbroken and for the first time Daryl felt completely helpless. This was something no one could heal. There were no doctors or pills for this. Murphy's soul was broken by fear of losing them. Daryl sighed and went back to Connor who was still sitting on the bed. When he looked up he was crying too. "Murph' is in pain. Isn't he?"
Daryl nodded and placed himself next to his man. "He is lonely and he has nightmares about you dying. And currently he is drunk." "Aye. I'm worried Daryl. He never closed up to me." "Because he thinks he is losing you. And you would hate him. Didn't understand why he would say that. Told him you would even choose him over me."
Connor suddenly looked at Daryl and was already saying "No", but then nodded. "Aye. Because he is my twin. I've spent my whole life with him."
"Did he ever had dreams like you and I?" "No. Why?"
"Because he is so lonely. Would be nice if he had a soulmate too."
Connor looked sad. "Yeah. he does. Just didn't meet her." Connor knew what was really wrong with Murphy and it made him sick.
"I think he is still not telling the whole truth. Baby, I think he is in love with you. See he started changing when we met. He was moody all the time. Jealous, then cuddling with me, then jealous, then bringing us lube and now avoiding us. I think he wants to be happy for you and wants us to be together but he is also worried to lose you and feels lonely. And he is having those nightmares." Connor thought about that and closed his eyes. Trying to remember everything with Murphy. There was one thing that didn't fit into this. Murphy and him had a connection and he never felt something weird in it. Love, yes, but different as with Daryl. But one tiny thing was wrong and it had nothing to do with himself but with Daryl, but the hunter shouldn't know it,.
Connor sighed and buried his face in his hands. "I don't know. Maybe we should talk to him again when he is sober and maybe spent time with him. If he wants it or not."
"I agree. We should get some sleep now."
"Aye. But first I want a real kiss."
Daryl smiled and pulled Connor on top of him. It was weird knowing that there was one twin suffering so much while the other one was here with him. He didn't want to hurt Murphy by kissing Connor in front of him. They had to be more private now, trying to be careful in front of Murphy.
Connor leaned forward and kissed Daryl and they forgot their problem for a minute. Daryl turned his back to Connor as soon as Connor was next to him. Which made the other man wonder and when Connor tried to cuddle himself next to Daryl, Daryl shook his head. "Sorry Conn'. I need a bit time, please?" Daryl thought about Murphy next room. The Irishman frowned and turned his back to Daryl, closing his eyes. Fucking awesome. His twin was ruining his lovelife. Daryl turned around. This was Murphy's problem, not his. He would never give up his beautiful man, because his twin was sad and lonely. Not ever.
Daryl approached Connor and mumbled: "Sorry."
"Aye. I'm confused, too." Daryl started biting Connor's earlobe and kissed his neck. His hand wandered under the shirt, playing with Connors chesthair.
"Do we really need sleep?"
"Yeah. If we do this now we will have to keep each other awake all night." Connor smirked. Well they could possibly make out all night while keeping watch.
"Hmmm. Okay." Daryl stopped touching Connor, closed his eyes and waited for a reaction. Connor snorted. "Oi. Will yeh get yer hands back on my body?"
"That what you want?" Slowly the hunters hands stroked over Connors side and his leg, his lips biting Connor's neck. Daryl wanted to play and he wanted to forget the conversation.
The older one grabbed his lovers hand and put it under his shirt, right above his nipple. Daryl tugged his other arm under Connor's body, sliding his other hand under his shirt too and playing with both nipples, while kissing his neck and ear. Connor moved a little and turned his head, so he could kiss Daryl. He soon started moaning and he was feeling his arousal growing. Connor let Daryl lead because he needed it now. He needed to lose control or else he would go to the other room and beat the shit out of his brother.
The hunter whispered: "Baby, you are wearing too much clothes." And started pulling Connor's shirt up and Connor just moved enough to get it over his head and then sank back into his mans arms. Daryl was a bit surprised that Connor wasn't doing anything. The last days it was always him leading and Daryl following. Just because he wanted Connor to have the opportunity to back off when he was too insecure or hurt. Daryl moved one hand downwards and opened the belt, the button of the mans jeans and Connor moved up, get rid of all his clothes and looked at Daryl. He kissed him and moved him to the middle of the bed. Pulling up the hunters shirt. His vest was already on the ground. As soon as the shirt was gone too, Connor turned around and placed himself on top of Daryl. His head resting next to Daryl's head, his back pressed to the hunters chest. He was lying on top of him. "Touch me, Daryl." Daryl did as he was told, a bit startled by this but he liked it. His hands were caressing Connor's skin, his lips were sucking on his friends earlobe and he breathed: "How bad do you want me?"
"Please, Darling, please."
"I think I can't hear you." Daryl loved to hear Connor beg. Ever since he had tried that the second night they had fucked he was really into it. He never was a fan of talking and he never knew it could be hot, but fuck, Connor's rasp and begging voice was just too much to handle. And now his man was completely naked on top of him, giving him the lead.
"Fuck, yeh, touch me already. Please, I need to fuckin' lose my mind." Connor looked at him and bit Daryl's lip until it was bleeding and then sucked at it which made Daryl stop touching him at all and they kissed until Connor was moaning and begging again. "Daryl I want to feel yeh." Daryl smirked and moved his hands down his mans body grabbing his knees ans straddling him. Connors feet were standing to each side of Daryl's body and Daryl let two fingers play with Connors balls while the other one closed around his cock. The hunter started to move his hand up and down and Connor moaned. While he was tossing him off his other hand started playing with one nipple again, then moving up and Daryl smirked when he rested one hand around Connor's neck. He started pressing it a bit and his man moaned even louder. "Fuck, Daryl, don't." Daryl let go of him right away and whispered: "Sorry." He kissed him to apologize and Connor moved a bit to see him better and they looked at each other and soon Connor was moving his hip up and down, thrusting faster in Daryl's hand. The hunter observed every movement in his lovers face and he felt his own dick getting harder and harder. He was hard ever since they started but now he was really, really desperate but he also knew that Connor was now too far gone to last any longer. His eyes were darkened and his mouth was open, gasping and moaning. Daryl grabbed Connor's hand, tangled their fingers together and grabbed his cock harder. "Come for me Baby." Connor let himself have his release. His eyes still fixed on Daryl's eyes he moaned one last time and pressed Daryl's hand so hard that he feared he might break it. Daryl still couldn't believe how astonishing his man looked when he came. He was gently stroking him now, getting him off his orgasm slowly. When Connor closed his eyes and kissed him, he stopped and let himself fall into that kiss. Connor was heavy breathing and smiled. "Now prettyface its yer turn. I felt yer dick all the time. Yeh want me to touch yeh."
"Yes", Daryl breathed and kissed Connor's jaw and let his tongue slide along the stubble and the beard. Connor smirked, stood up an grabbed the towel next to the nightstand. Cleaning himself up, licking his own cum from Daryl's hand and started undressing Daryl's lower body. When he was done, he started to kiss the other mans legs, his torso, nibbled at his nipples, sucked his neck and whispered into his ear: "I love yeh. Yeh trust me righ'?"
"Yeah."
Connor was a bit nervous. Hell he never had done this before. Not even with a girl. "Close yer eyes. Open them when I say."
"Okay." Daryl closed his eyes, wondering what his crazy man was up to. The Irishman grabbed the Whiskey lube and put some on his finger and started to play around at Daryl's hole. He was placing himself between his legs. "Bend yer knees Darling."
When the hunter did as he was told, Connor thrusted his finger into him, finding that sensitive spot and played with it. Then he started sucking on Daryl's balls, which made him moan. Then Connor licked along the cock, kissed the tip of it, one hand grabbing it to hold it and when Daryl started moaning he whispered: "Open yer eyes." Daryl snapped his eyes open and watched Connor working him with his finger and holding his dick. The sight was already amazing but when Connor moved his head and opened his mouth Daryl thought he was going to explode with excitement. Connor took Daryl's whole length inside his mouth, which was a lot to take but he didn't care. He closed his eyes and started sucking and moving his head, sliding his tongue over the tip. Daryl's breathing was out of control and Connor watched him for a second before stopping his blowjob. He replaced the finger inside of him, with his tongue and Daryl just said: "Fuck", and grabbed the sheets with his hands, moving his hips up. Connor could taste the whiskey and loved the way Daryl was reacting to the tongue thing. Connor didn't even know if he was doing it right. He went on and then changed again, because he really wanted Daryl to cum into his mouth. He started sucking his cock again, moving his finger over the little spot inside of him and Daryl was talking to him, because he knew that he liked it. "Conn' yes, please don't stop."
His moans were getting louder and Connor smirked because everyone would hear him if he was going on like this. "I can't.. FUCK BABY!" He screamed and Connor sucked one last time, when Daryl shot his load into his mouth. He swallowed it all and cleaned Daryl with his tongue. His finger still moving over the spot. "Baby stop, please", Daryl begged but Connor went on caressing him and soon he felt a second orgasm building inside of him which was completely impossible. (So they thought.)
"No, please, stop. I can't take it." "Yeh really sure?"
Daryl shook his head and Connor went on until he heard Daryl come a second time, this time putting a pillow to his own face, silencing the loud "FUCK", that tumbled from his lips.
Connor stopped and kissed Daryl's stomach and chest, then took the pillow away and looked at his man. "Jesus Baby, you wanted to kill me or something?"
"No. I wanted to make yeh moan louder and make every muscle in yer body scream for me."
"Huh. Yeah." Daryl was in some kind of shock and just kissed Connor. "Yer my pretty man and I love yeh very dearly Cernunnos. Thank yeh for havin' me. Thank yeh for makin' me feel this and thank yeh for taking control."
Daryl chuckled. "I love you, too Leprechaun. And it was a pleasure to lead you baby."
"I like when yeh call me tha'."
"Yeah? Well I wouldn't stop even if yeh wouldn't like it. Baby."
"Even if it's a bit girly."
"Yeah well, I am the man. You are the lady in our relationship." Both chuckled.
"Yeh wish."
They both cuddled a bit, stood up and got dressed. They had work to do. Neither of them thought about Murphy in that moment, until Daryl felt something weird in his guts and he ran out the door to the other room looking at Murphy, who was throwing himself from one side to another and was talking in his sleep. Connor followed Daryl who was already next to Murphy, shaking him but his brother wouldn't wake up. Words in gaelic falling from his lips. "What's he sayin'?"
"No don't go me brother of mine. Yer can't lea'me here. We will be separated for eternity. Remember the prayer, remember me. And he screams for help. He is having a nightmare or a vision." Connor tried to wake him up and Daryl slapped his face, until Murphy opened his eyes in shock. His whole body covered in sweat and his breathing was out of control. Connor and Daryl automatically grabbed him and hugged him, when he started to grab his rosary and cried. "Murph'?", Connor tried.
"Conn', yer goin' to die. I kno' it. Yer goin' to lea'me. Yeh will be .. yeh..are one of them. Soon." Daryl and Connor looked at each other and sighed. Murphy was lonely and afraid. His drunken mind had mixed up reality and fear.
"I'm here. I won't leave yeh." "And I won't leave you, too. We protect each other."
Murphy nodded and placed his head on Daryl's shoulder. "Promise me yeh won't leave me alone. Even when Connor does."
Daryl's heart stopped for a moment and he felt an incredible fear and emptiness in his heart. He knew these were Murphy's feelings. Did he have a connection to him too? "I can't leave you. How could I? Brothers, remember?"
"Aye."
They spent a lot of time at Murphy's side until he was ready to get dressed and eat something. They made sure he would keep watch with them together. They really needed to take care of him and for some reason Daryl was the one who insisted on taking care of him. Because one part was really sorry and the other part felt the same fear.

Murphy was sitting next to his twin and Daryl was currently talking to Rick. Murphy felt horrible. What he had done was really sick and he really wanted to apologize and he wanted to apologize for everything he felt and for making his brother worry. Those dreams were killing him. He let is head fall to Connor's shoulder, who instantly started stroking his head. "'m sorry Conn'."
"For wha'?"
"Avoidin' yeh and earlier."
"Wha' earlier?"
"Didn't Dar' tell yeh? Thought yer sharin' everythin'."
Connor shook his head. "No. Wha' happened?"
Murphy swallowed and thought it might be best to lie. "I hit him."
"Wha' the fuck for?"
"He didn't want to lea'me alone."
"Yer stupid sometimes."
"Aye."
Murphy pressed his lips to Connor's cheek and stood up because he saw Daryl coming closer. When Daryl approached he said: "Murph' you come with me. We need to check something. Conn' you will keep watch in the front."
"Aye", Conn' replied.
As soon as Murphy and Daryl were far enough away from Connor, Daryl shoved Murphy into a room and said: "Abou' earlier. He doesn't need to know." Murphy kneaded his hands and nodded. "Aye. I'm sorry Dar'."
He looked to the side, avoiding Daryl's gaze. "Why did you do it?"
Daryl was really curious what was wrong with Murphy.
"I was drunk."
"Yeah but you kissed Rick. You could have gone to your room."
Murphy started biting his thumb and he was feeling embarrassed. "I...god man I don't kno'."
"Here is the thing. I don't believe you."
"I have no idea what is going on with me." That was the truth because Murphy really had no idea why he can't put himself back together and why he was acting like a freaking jerk. He looked around, the room was dark and it was tiny. Just enough space to move around. He looked at Daryl, or the schemes he saw of him. "Murph' we want to help you but you need to talk. It is not only the nightmares or that you are not connected to someone."
That was the thing, Murphy thought, he couldn't speak. Murphy moved forwards towards Daryl, grabbing his face in his hands. "I can't. Okay. I can't ever say it out loud. I can't ever tell him. I can't. It is fuckin' sick and it is a fuckin' joke of nature. I can't ever talk about it. This is MY fuckin' problem. Mine alone. Not yours, not his. Mine. It's not those dreams, even so they fuck me up. It's not the loneliness, not the zombies. It's that fuckin' feeling inside of me. And I can't ever talk about it." Murphy's thumb stroke over Daryl's lips. No, he would never talk about it.
Daryl pulled Murphy closer into a hug. "Murph' is there anything we can do for you? Anything that would make it better? Do you need to sleep next to Conn'? Or us? I can't stand seeing you like this. Can't stand those feelings you are transmitting." Murphy shook his head in Daryl's arms. He decided to do something. Something stupid. But he needed to do it. He couldn't talk, because talking about it would make it real. More real than that. Murphy slowly lifted his head, he was face to face with Daryl now. He could hear Daryl breathe and he took his head back into his hands and then pressed his lips on Daryl's. The hunter tensed and took his arms away. Murphy grabbed into Daryl's hair and rested his forehead on the hunters face. Daryl just stood there, not sure what Murphy was doing. This kiss was not at all like his usual kisses. Not brotherly. More needing.
"I'm sorry", Murphy whispered and turned around. Daryl suddenly moved too, holding Murphy back, by resting a hand on his shoulder. "Why?", was all he could ask.
"Yeh will kno' why." Then Murphy left and went to the back of the hotel, checking if everything is alright.
Daryl just stood there. What in the name of god was that? Did Murphy just say what he didn't want to say? Did he actually just tell him that he was in love with him, too? Or what on earth was going on now? Daryl snorted. Could this get any better? He shook his head and headed back to Connor. No fuckin' way he would ever tell him what just happened. This was seriously totally fucked up.
"Where is Murph'?
"Told him to go and check the back."
Daryl moved behind the bar, grabbed a bottle of Rum and drank a shot. Connor eyed him suspicious. "Yeh okay Darling?"
"Yep. Gotta be." Daryl took another shot and shook his head. He really had to kill that feeling inside of him and the urge to beat the living shit out of Murphy.
Connor was walking towards him and hugged him from behind. Putting kisses to his neck. "Stop.", Daryl commanded. Connor backed off immediately. "Will yeh tell me wha' I did wrong?"
Daryl turned around. "Nothing. It's nothing to do with you. I just need to fuckin' concentrate and you're a distraction." Connor wasn't really believing what Daryl said but walked over to a couch that was standing near the entrance and lay down. His eyes fixed on the ceiling, his arms crossed and a frown on his face. Daryl watched him for a while and then closed his eyes for a second. Hell was this confusing. Those twins would be the death of him. He walked over to Connor, lifted his feet and sat down next to him, Connors feet on his knees. "I'm sorry Conn'."
"Yeah. Whatever." Daryl smirked. Connor was cute when he was trying to be angry but wasn't really angry. He looked like a five year old boy that didn't get the icecream of his choice. Daryl moved his hand under Connors shirt, gently moving his thumb over his man's skin. Connor looked at him. "Don't. I don't want to distract yeh." Daryl took Connors hands, pulled his torso up and faster as Connor could act or watch he was sitting on Daryl's lap. Daryl started biting Connor's neck and nibbled on his earlobe. Then he whispered: "I'm sorry but you look cute when you try to be angry. Just want to lick and eat you and all sorts of things." Connor's hand grabbed Daryl's hair. Trying not to get hard again. Gladly Murphy decided to come back right in this moment.
"Ewww. Go into yer room yer fuckin' gross. Don't wanna see yeh fuckin'."
"Yer just jealous yeh can't play with us", Connor replied, which made Murphy wince behind Connor's back and Daryl just looked at Murphy. His face said everything and when their eyes met, he saw nothing but guilt in Murphy's eyes. "I'm not jealous. Just don't want to watch", he finally said. Daryl had enough of this shit and just said: "Then why don't you fuck off and do something else instead of annoying us. Go to bed or whatever. Play with yourself." Four eyes were fixed on his face. Murphy looked hurt and about to explode. Connor somewhat surprised and angry.
"Stop. Wha' is goin' on with yeh two?", he asked.
"Nothin'. Dar' just wants yeh all for himself. I'll leave." Murphy turned around, he knew he was acting childish and weird and it was all a big fucking mistake but he couldn't help himself. "Fuck yer doin'? Yeh stay here. We can behave."
Daryl looked at Connor. Of course he would try to comfort his fucking twin. Daryl was getting sick of this triangle. "You know what. You two keep watch. I will leave. I am sick of this." He lifted Connor up, rested him on the Couch without looking at him and walked past Murphy, shooting him a deathglare. He was Daryl fuckin' Dixon and he didn't need no stupid chick flick material in his life. Fuck yeah he loved Connor and somehow loved Murphy but this was getting out of hand and before falling deeper into this thing he should back off. He went into his and Connor's room, grabbed his stuff and before he left the room, he looked around. He would miss Connor but he really needed his time alone. He searched for a room that was next to Beth's room and went in. He threw his backpack next to the bed, leaned his crossbow next to the door and then sat down on the bed. What was he going to do? He loved Connor and he loved what they were doing but this whole Murphy story was fucking his head up. How could he possibly kiss Connor without making Murphy angry? How could he love Connor and not think about Murphy? What was Murphy thinking and why the fuck did he kiss him?
Daryl thought it might not be his problem. Except it was. He didn't love Murphy this way but he did love Connor. Murphy had to accept that. Daryl snorted and went to sleep. Should those two fuckers look after the hotel.

Connor went into their room after he had made sure that Murphy was asleep in his bed and it was already morning. He wondered where Daryl was, because usually he was the first person up. But maybe he was waiting for him. When he entered the room it was empty. Connor closed the door after him and then checked the little bathroom. Empty. He looked around the room and recognized that all of Daryl's belongings were gone. Suddenly Connor felt as empty as the room was. Daryl had moved to another room. Connor was sad and angry all at once. Sad that this was happening and angry because Murphy, again, was fucking up everything. For once Connor had something for his own, something that made him feel alive and good and of course, his twin seemed to enjoy it to fuck it up with his jealousy. "Fuck", Connor hissed and left the room.
He went back to his brothers room, entered without knocking, not even caring to be quiet and Murphy woke up as soon as Connor had hit his cheek. "Wake up yeh lil' shit."
"Wha'?"
"Yer goin' to tell me wha' happened and why the fuck yer so jealous."
"Conn'? Nothin' happened I was with yeh all night." Murphy stood up, facing his brother, who suddenly punched him again. "So why the fuck is Daryl gone, then? Huh? Wha' did yeh say to him?"
"Nothin'. Conn', I was just jokin'."
"Fuck yeh did. I kno' yeh Murph'. Wha' did yeh tell him when yeh two wanted to "check the back"?"
Murphy froze. "Seriously Conn', it was nothin'." Murphy was getting nervous and when Connor hit him again, his lip started bleeding. "I'm not goin' to stop until yeh tell me." Connor's piled up rage was making it's way out. He didn't even care that he was hitting his twin. Didn't care about the blood. He shoved Murphy against the wall, his hand on his brothers throat. Murphy suddenly was completely scared of his twin. He had never seen this look in his eyes. Connor was punching him again and again. And he started to feel dizzy and he didn't want to punch back but he had to. Murphy hit Connor hard again his temple. "Yeh listen moron, I didn't say anythin'. There is nothin' to say. I love the both of yeh and I am not fuckin' jealous of yeh. Yeh two deserve it. I'm just fuckin' sick of everythin'. Fuckin' sick. I'm jealous of not havin' someone and yeh fuckin' kno' tha'. We talked abou' tha'. Yeh fuckin' kno' the reason. Yer me fuckin' twin and if yeh wouldn't fuck yer brain out half of the time yeh would still FEEL wha' I feel, see wha' I see, dream wha' I dream. But yer fuckin' blockin' me out yeh dumbass. Shit man. I think yer broke my rib." Murphy was holding his stomach and Connor still looked furious and angry but his grip was getting easier. He released Murphy and stepped back. "I'm not blockin' yeh out. I would never do tha'. Yer blockin' ME out. Fuck Murph', I tell yeh leave me and him the fuck alone."
Connor turned around, leaving his bleeding brother in his room. And for the first time in his life he chose Daryl over Murphy. He never chose someone else over his own twin but he was sick of this.

Daryl had felt it. The pain in his chest. He had felt the desire to punch and holding back. He was so angry! Angry at Murphy and Connor. If those idiots wouldn't have saved them he would be dead but this would be fucking better than this. It was one night without Connor and he felt like he was already losing his mind. He wasn't able to move. The whole night he had been thinking about what happened. Why Murphy was acting so strange. He was thinking about Connor. He missed Connor in the night. They had slept near each other every night since they were in the hotel. Now it was morning and he still didn't want to get up. But he had to.
When he started walking he could hear the slamming of a door and when he came closer he could see Connor walk away from Murphy's room. when he approached the door he could hear him sobbing behind the closed door. Daryl closed his eyes and tried to hear more and he heard Murphy whimpering. The hunter sighed and entered the room. When he saw Murphy he quickly moved towards him. Murphy was bleeding, leaning against the wall and he was holding his stomach. "What the fuck happened?" Murphy looked at him, his lip was bleeding, his cheek dark red and swollen. "Connor", he whispered.
"Did he do this?" Murphy nodded and collapsed into Daryl's arms. Crying and grabbing Daryl's hair so hard that it hurt. "Why?"
"Because yeh slept somewhere else." Daryl rolled his eyes. Fucking awesome.
He lifted Murphy up and put him to the bed, then grabbed a towel from the bathroom and started cleaning Murphy's face and stomach. After he had removed most of the blood he pressed the towel on Murphy's bleeding lip. Murphy had crossed his arms in front of his chest, trying to protect himself. His eyes were closed. The hunter removed the towel and kissed Murphy's forehead. "I am sorry Murph'." Murphy nodded.
"I kno'." He opened his eyes and started crying all over again. Daryl was getting sad at the sight of this. "Oh, Murph'." Daryl moved closer and grabbed Murphy's hands, putting them behind his neck, then lifted Murphy a bit up and placed him on his lap, pulling him into an embrace. "I'm sorry. I wish you wouldn't feel this way."
Murphy nodded on Daryl's shoulder. He slowly kissed Daryl's neck, his tears slowly stopping. "yeh need to talk to him."
"Does he know about your feelings?"
"Yes. I think he does."
"Fuck."
"Yeah. But I never said it. I can't. I just don't want this Dar'. I am so confused."
Daryl smiled. "That is why you were so jealous."
"Maybe", Murphy replied.
"I should go and see what your brother is doing right now. Murphy, you need to find a way to deal with it. I am in love with Connor and I know it hurts you but I can't do anything for you. You need to deal with it but please don't do something stupid." Murphy nodded and crawled back into his bed, turning his back to Daryl. The hunter looked at him for a while and then left the room.

He found Connor outside, sitting on the sidewalk. Daryl sat next to him, looking into the other direction. Neither of them spoke at first, not even looking at each other. After some minutes Connor asked: "Where were you?"
"'nother room." Daryl looked at him and saw Connor's sad eyes, red from crying. "Why?"
"Needed some time alone."
Connor nodded and rubbed his eyes with his fists. "Yer sick of me?"
Daryl thought about this. He could say yes, break up with Connor and they wouldn't have the jealousy problem. They would all be sad but go on because this world needed them to go on. It would hurt but it would go away.
He looked at his man, sad, bags under his eyes, the bruises that were still visible and the question in his eyes. He could see how fragile this moment was. If he would say "yes", Connor would break right here and now. And that was something Daryl really didn't want to see because he loved him so deeply that he couldn't hurt him. Daryl didn't want to lose him. "I'm not sick of you Conn'. Just sick of what is going on with your brother."
Connor nodded. "Abou' tha' I might have done somethin' stupid."
"You mean, beating him up like an idiot and leave him bleeding and crying on the floor? Yeah. I've seen him."
Connor's eyes were gettin' wet again. "Aye. Fucker deserves it."
"No. He doesn't. It's not him you are pissed at. It's this world, and what happened to you." Daryl looked at Connor, who shot him a surprised look. "Wha'?"
"You know, you are hiding it and trying to deny it but you are angry and you use our relationship to built new memories. And Murphy is going through a lot more now. He is lonely, he is sad, he is worried sick."
Connor slowly nodded. "Yeah. And I think there is something going on with him and you."
"What do you mean?"
Connor sighed and said: "The way he is watchin' yeh and behavin' lately. And he is my twin. Of course he is in love with yeh. But I am not sure if he is in love with yeh because I am. Maybe I am so happy that he feels it and thinks those are his feelings. If he really is..well...fuck."
Daryl moved and suited himself behind Connor, pulling him to his chest, holding his hands in his. "I love you, Leprechaun and I am sad Murphy feels like this but he needs to get over it." Daryl just thought that Connor was so wrong. Murphy was not in love with him. He was in love with his own twin.
"I love yeh, too and I am not givin' yeh up and I don't want him to ruin it. I am angry with him and nature. I am fuckin' angry Dar'. For once I have somethin' good, somethin' amazing just for me. I don't want to lose yeh."
Daryl started kissing Connor's neck and whispered: "And I don't want to lose you. Ever. How about we go back to our room and sleep a bit?"
"One condition."
"What?"
"I want my brother next to us. I kno' this is weird. But I think he misses me too much and I need to apologize and usually when we beat each other up we cuddle afterwards...So...if yeh don't mind I skip making-out and cuddle with Murphy and yeh."
Daryl sighed but nodded. "You go and get your brother and fuckin' apologize and I grab my stuff at the other room."
"Aye." Connor stood up, turned around and kissed Daryl, who opened his mouth to let Connor's tongue play with his. They stood there for a while, kissing and feeling the warmth of the other man. When they broke their kiss, Daryl said: "I really like kissing you. I like everything we do. But you know what I like the most?"
"No."
"I like that you make me a better man. That you make me feel things I never felt. And Baby, I know it is weird and stupid but I love your brother, too. He is the brother I always wanted. I am sad he is having it bad right now and if sleeping in one bed with us would make him feel better, then hell, he should do it every night. It means we have to find time for us at day, but I can't stand it when one of you is sad because if one of you is sad, the other is too. I love you Connor and I knew that I couldn't have you without having him in the package. And I wouldn't want it any other way. Without him, you wouldn't be who you are and he is making me better. Because he is actually the Daryl I always wanted to be."
Connor's eyes were wet again but this time not because he was sad, because he loved that man so much. He loved that Daryl said this and he loved the way Daryl was blushing now. Connor smiled and kissed Daryl one more time. "Thank yeh for sayin' this. I can't imagine a life without yeh now. It's been two weeks but those were the best in my life. Even with all the shit that happened. Murphy will get his shit together. Darling, I swear, I will make it up to yeh. I will find a way to put both of yeh in my life."
Both smiled at each other and walked back inside the hotel, holding hands. They greeted everyone they crossed way with and then Daryl went to get his things and Connor was walking to Murphy's room. Daryl thought maybe this is going to be crazy but maybe it way crazy good. Connor thought he might actually want to marry this redneck. Well and Murphy thought he was going to die, when Connor apologized and then led him to the other room. Murphy thought he was going nuts, when his brother was cuddling him, hugging him, putting kisses to his face and suddenly two more arms grabbed him and another body was pressed to his body. Lips kissing his neck, whispering: "We love you Murph' and I want you to be happy and if this is one way to ease your pain, I am willing to accept it. Now sleep." Daryl kissed the back of Murphy's head. He meant it. He was really willing to accept it. With all the weirdness in this world, this looked like the most normal thing to him. Those were his brother and his boyfriend. Nothing wrong with that, right?
Connor looked at him over his twins body and smiled. He had both soulmates on his side. They could make it. He knew they could.
Murphy had closed his eyes, playing with his rosary, one hand holding Connor's hand. He could feel Daryl's arm that was tugged under his shoulder and the other one that was placed over his chest. His hand resting in the space between him and Connor. Murphy opened his eyes again, looking at the hand and very slowly and very shyly, he placed his hand onto the other mans hand. Daryl smirked and spread his fingers so that Murphy could tangle his ones into Daryl's. Then Murphy tugged their hands under his head. Daryl placed another kiss on Murphy's head and shook his own, looking at Connor who was kissing his twin's forehead. And once more Daryl asked himself, how he had managed to have two people love him like this and how it was possible, that he felt happy, for the very first time in his life. When he closed his eyes, he dreamt of his childhood, but he did have a family. Two brothers and a home.

Cheesy Connaryl. Stupid Murphy. And who is Murphy REALLY in love with? Daryl thinks Connor, Connor thinks Daryl and Murphy himself? Well...