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It was the last day in their little safe haven. The hotel in a city that seemed to be empty, deserted. Abraham and Eugene were nearly begging to move to that camp to see what was left of it or if it was deserted, too. They would drive there in the morning and Rick had gathered everyone together in one of the big rooms. They were sitting on chairs around a big table and Murphy and Beth had carried all sorts of alcohol in there, glasses and food. Someone had lit a lot of candles. It looked like a last meal. And maybe it was.
Rick stood up and looked at them. Each member of his group had become family to him. They had fought together, they had grieved together and nobody knows what the future would bring. "I don't know what will happen tomorrow. I don't know what we will find at the camp. We should take this evening to drink, eat and talk. Let us have some fun before we step back out there."
No one cheered. No one said anything. Everyone raised their glasses and drank. Rick looked at everyone of them, just to keep their faces in mind. Nobody knows when it would be the last time they would see them. His gaze lingered a bit longer on Daryl's face who looked so much happier. Murphy instead was looking much more like the old Daryl. Rick had watched Murphy ever since the incident and even so the twin had apologized for kissing him, Rick still was a bit angry about his behaviour. He refused to do anything he was asked to do an he was angry and grumpy all the time. He was sitting between Connor and Daryl and he could see on Daryl's face that he was annoyed. "Daryl, I need to talk to you"; he said, before really thinking about it.
The Hunter nodded and followed Rick to the corridor.
"You okay brother?"
"Yeah", Daryl replied.
"Is everything alright between you and Connor?" Daryl nodded. "Yeah. We are all good."
"Hm. So why are you sitting next to Murphy then?"
Daryl looked to Rick and then back to his feet. "Fucker is always next to us now. Ever since he kissed you."
"What do you mean "always"?"
"Sleeping between Connor and me." Rick shook his head. "Daryl, what is going on? You can't let him take away Connor."
"That's the thing. He thinks I will take Connor away but I won't. I like them both. But he doesn't understand it." Rick sighed.
"Listen Daryl, it is none of my business but Murphy is getting more and more like you when we first met. And you are becoming a Murphy copy. Did he ever mention his soulmate?"
Daryl looked surprised and slowly shook his head. "No, just that he doesn't feel a connection."
Rick placed his hands on Daryl's shoulder. "Well, I think he has one. I think he already met his soulmate but he can't be with him."
"Him? How do you know it is a guy and when did you talk about that?"
"The one night he was keeping watch with me. Connor came out of the truck and talked to him and when Murphy came back he looked worried and sad. I think he met his soulmate a very long time ago. Did you ever see how he watches Connor and seeks his near?"
Daryl couldn't believe this. Was it that obvious?
"I think the same. I think he is in love with his own brother, his twin."
"Man, you really can't do easy, huh?"
Rick smiled and clapped Daryl's cheek. "I was happy", Daryl whispered.
"And now you are torn apart because you like both of them."
"Yeah."
"Let me talk to Murphy. And how about you and Connor celebrate tonight a bit different. You two worked all the time even so you were both wounded. Just stay a while and then go to your room. Let me deal with Murphy."
Daryl smirked. "You would do that for me?"
Rick came closer and hugged Daryl. "You are my best friend, my brother. There isn't much I wouldn't do for you. Just like you did everything for me."
Daryl pressed Rick a bit closer. "Thank you."
They let go of each other and went back into the room. Connor was talking to Abraham, probably about some smartass plans, like they did yesterday. Daryl smirked, because ever since Connor was back on his feet he was cocky, sarcastic and was spreading some Irish magic. He seemed to find a connection to everyone and yesterday Carl came to Daryl and was talking about Connor and how great he was. Beth was joking that Daryl should keep an eye on his man because he was a charmer and the ladies would try to steal him first opportunity given.
Murphy was sitting alone in his chair, drinking. It hurt Daryl. He knew Murphy was an energy bundle but now he really looked like someone else. Daryl went over to him. "Hey big bro. Why are you sitting here alone. Come on. Everyone has fun."
"Aye. I have fun with Jim", Murphy explained and raised his glass.
"Why don't you talk to some of them. I know you liked to be around people."
"I have nothing to talk about."
Daryl sighed and stood up. "Well, then have fun." He walked over to Carol and Beth, he talked to Glenn and Maggie and when he looked back to Murphy, he saw Rick sitting next to him. After a while he saw that Carol was leaving the room. She came back a while later and nodded to Rick. Whatever was going on, had to be a secret. Daryl walked over to Connor, who was grabbing a glass of whiskey. The hunter let his hand slowly move over Connor's and the Irishman smiled a little and took Daryl's hand in his. He came closer and whispered: "I miss you. I am sorry."
Daryl nodded. He knew Connor was sorry that his brother was sleeping next to them every night. Sometimes he woke them up, screaming, sometimes crying and always touching and pressing both of them to his chest and back, as if he was falling apart if he wouldn't.
"I miss you, too." Daryl peeked to Murphy, who was talking to Rick and his back was towards the both of them. So Daryl leaned closer and kissed Connor. Short, sweet and full of longing.
They moved away from each other, both a bit sad. Daryl decided to go over to Carol and talk to her.
"Hey girl."
"Pookie, how nice to see you and your man together."
"Yeah."
"We all thought that you two had a fight."
"No. It is just Murphy. He can't survive five minutes without Connor."
"hmm. Yeah. He told me about his nightmares. Must be hard."
"Yeah. He wakes up every night and cries or screams."
"Hm. So you and Connor care for him instead of having a bit fun?" Carol smirked.
"Stop it." Daryl smirked too.
"Come with me." Carol pointed her head to the door and he followed. She led him through one bathroom. "I think it is time for a haircut. You said you wanted them shorter."
"Yeah?" Daryl wasn't quiet sure what was going on.
"I will cut them", Carol said.
She placed a chair in the middle of the room, grabbed the scissors from her backpocket and started cutting. She always liked Daryl's hair back at the prison. When it was still short but getting longer. When she was done she smiled.
"Wow, there is a human underneath that."
"Haha." Daryl stood up and looked into the mirror. He smiled. "Woah. Maybe you are right."
"And now my friend you will wash yourself."
"Why?"
"Because when you put on this", Carol showed him a clean jeans and a black henley, "you should be clean first."
"First of all we don't have water. Second of all, what is going on?" Daryl looked at his friend. Carol was smiling.
"It is a surprise and regarding the water problem. Follow me."
Daryl followed even so he was a bit suspicious and a bit frightened what that woman had in mind. But this was Carol, she had her own mind and she was an awesome lady, with a great sense of humor and she would never do something he wouldn't want.
She lead him to the basement and she opened a door to a gym. A hotel with a gym? Daryl really wanted to have so much money later that him and Connor could make expensive holidays. "Look", Carol said.
She was pointing to a swimming pool. "Oh", Daryl said and was getting nervous.
"You should get in there and clean yourself up. It is the freshest water we have here. I will turn around, just give you some light with the torch."
"Can't i just put the new clothes on?"
"No."
"Okay Ma'am." Carol turned around and he started stripping his clothes off. When he was done he jumped into the water. "FUUUUUUUUCK!", was everything he could say. The water was fucking cold.
Carol was chuckling and shaking. "I should have warned you."
"Ma'am ya' gonna pay for that one day." Daryl hurried to clean himself up. The water still smelled like chlorine but chlorine was better than dirt he guessed. He washed his hair, his private parts and rubbed his feet, legs, arms, stomach and his face. When he thought he was clean, he came out of the water and Carol pointed to the towels she had placed there earlier. Daryl started drying his body, still finding some dirt here and there. Then he started putting on the clothes. They fit perfectly. "Who did choose these?"
"I did. I know your size from back at the prison when I used to fix the holes in everyones clothes. Let me see your wound."
Daryl waited for Carol to look at his wound and she had a new bandage with her and she looked satisfied. "It looks good and it is not infected. You really were lucky."
"Yeah. Guess I was."
"Now hurry."
"Okay. You gonna tell me why I had to go through that?"
"You'll see."
When Daryl was done, he placed himself in front of Carol. "Now what?"
"Follow me again."
She was leading him to his own room and she was smirking. He knew something was wrong, when she stopped before opening the door and then said: "Rick and me thought you two needed some alone time tonight. Rick asked me to do this." Then she opened the door and Daryl found his own room full with candles and chocolate on the nightstands. He smiled. "You did this?"
"Yeah. We were worried when we didn't hear your moans anymore." She chuckled and Daryl blushed. That was awkward and embarrassing. "Uhm yeah. Sorry. We weren't that quiet last time."
"Don't worry. So go in there and wait for your man. Rick and me will keep Murphy away from here. Rick said something about chaining him to the ceiling if he doesn't cooperate. And you know how scary Rick can be."
Daryl chuckled. "Hell yeah. Ripping throats out with his teeth. Thank you." He hugged Carol.
"You earn it Pookie."
"Do I? It doesn't feel like it. I was happy but now I am sad because it won't stay that easy."
"Maybe it will. No one knows. So now I will get your man here." With that she turned around and walked away. Daryl got rid of his boots and placed himself next to the window, looking at the moon that was full and bright.

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(thanks to frying panties / MerleDixonsWhiskey)

Connor was searching for Daryl but couldn't find him and Carol was gone too, so he was still talking to Abraham when Carol came back. She came straight to him. "Daryl is not feeling so well. He asks for you." "Wha'? Is he alrigh'? Wha' happened?" Connor was halfway out of the door before Carol said.
"Nothing. Just something with his wound." Connor started running to the second floor and when he reached their room he gathered some breath and tried to calm himself down. He opened the door and his chin dropped. Not because Daryl was in pain, no because of what he saw. "Geez", he whispered, which made Daryl turn around, the moonlight shining around his body. Connor closed the door behind him and let his eyes wander through the room. "Did you do this?", he whispered.
"No. Rick and Carol", Daryl mumbled and moved closer to Connor. Connor started moving too and as soon as Daryl was close enough he gripped his mans waist and pressed their hips together. His mouth claiming Connor's instantly. It had been days an he was longing to touch Connor, feel him, taste him, smell him. Connor's hands gabbed into Daryl's hair which was...wait...Connor broke the kiss and looked at Daryl's hair. "What the fuck happened to your hair?"
"Hairdresser Carol said I needed to look human again. Don't you like it?"
Connor moved Daryl to the light and smiled. "Yeh mental? I fuckin' love it." He started kissing him again and ran his fingers through the new cut hair, tugged at it and moaned. "Fuck. I missed yeh my pretty man."
"I missed you too, Baby." With that Daryl grabbed Connor, lifted him up and moved him to the bed. His whole body pressed against Connor's. Daryl let his hands slide under Connor's shirt, pulling it over his head. He started kissing his lips, neck and earlobe. He could feel Connor's hard cock pressing against his own. Daryl looked at Connor, his blue eyes were sparkling and Connor grabbed his face. "I love yeh so much Daryl."
"I love you, too, Connor." Their lips met again and Connor's hands were sliding down Daryl's back, under his shirt and Daryl moved his torso to pull the shirt over his head. Connor moved up too and kissed Daryl's shoulder, nipples and his hands were kneading and stroking Daryl's sides. They kissed again and Connor slipped one hand into Daryl's jeans and pants and started grabbing his ass, which made Daryl moan a bit. Daryl started grinding his hip against Connor's. "You are so beautiful. You make me crazy. I want you, Baby."
Connor moaned. "Then take me. Do what you want, I'm yours." Connor moved his hands to Daryl's front, opened his jeans an slowly pushing them off his middle. Daryl stood up and got rid of his clothes. Connor watched Daryl taking off his clothes and really enjoyed the view. Daryl stood there, the moonlight smoothing his skin and Connor swallowed. "Daryl?"
"Yeah?"Connor stood up, got rid of his clothes too and then locked eyes with Daryl. "I would like to marry yeh. As soon as we have that cure. I want to wake up to yeh and I want to see yeh every night. I love yeh. I just...God, yeh are so fuckin' hot and I can't live one day without yeh anymore."
Daryl smiled, kissed his man and answered: "And you don't need to, because I will marry you. I would do everything for you."
They crashed their mouth's together and Daryl grabbed Connor right under his butt, lifted him up and Connor crossed his legs behind Daryl's back. Daryl turned around and pressed Connor against a wall, kissing him, touching him and he could feel his dick aching already. He gabbed between Connor's legs and started jerking him off, which made Connor stop the kiss and moaning Daryl's name. The hunter carried Connor back to the bed, grabbed the whiskey lube and put something on two fingers. Connor had spread his legs and was waiting for him to do something. Connor watched Daryl and was excited because his man seemed so different, so confident and so much hotter. He knew Daryl was a bottom but he was excited to find out how he was as a top.
Daryl started stretching him slowly and first pushed one finger into him, while licking his balls and cock, which made Connor moan and his breath was already heavy. Daryl pushed another finger into Connor and then moved them a little. When he was done, he replaced them with his tongue, wich made Connor move his hip up. Daryl smirked, moved between Connor's legs and before doing anything he started kissing Connor again, playing with his nipples. Connor was waiting. He needed Daryl inside of him but somehow Daryl had other plans. Daryl grabbed Connor and stood up again, pushed him against the wall and thrusted into him. Connor moaned about the roughness of Daryl's thrust, he crossed his arms and legs behind the hunters back. The thrusts became more hard, rough and soon Daryl was moaning, biting down on Connor's shoulder, then claiming his mouth, which made Connor grab his hair and jerk his head back. Their eyes met and Daryl whispered: "You okay?"
"Yeah, why?"
"Because you are crying." Daryl stopped moving and slipped out of Connor, moving him back to the bed.
Connor touched his face. Daryl was right, he was crying. "Did I hurt you?" Daryl held Connor's face in his. "No. No. I really enjoyed it."
The hunter pulled Connor on top of him. "You really sure?"
"Aye." Connor had no idea why he was crying and so he kissed Daryl and said: "Go on. Please. I want to feel you."
Daryl turned them around and straddled Connor and pushed into him again. His thrusts more careful and slower. Even so he was really craving for a bit roughness. "I'm not made of glass, yeh kno'?" Connor smirked and Daryl moved faster and harder, he could hear flesh against flesh and Connor started moaning. Daryl never thought it would be so arousing to see his handsome man underneath him. He leaned forward, changing his rhythm, his arms under Connor's shoulders, his mouth finding his neck and mouth. Connor moved his knees up, so the younger one would thrust deeper into him and he grabbed into his hair and ran his fingers down the hunters back. Both were groaning and Daryl felt his orgasm coming closer, so he slowed down, kissed Connor and whispered: "I love you." He was rewarded with a big smile and two hands on his face and a quiet: "Same here, Darling."
Daryl wanted to come and so he speeded up and he bit down on Connor's shoulder, when his orgasm hit him. He pulled out of Connor and moved downwards, kissing every spot on his mans body he came across with and then, when he reached his cock, he started licking it and kissing the tip until he decided to take it in his mouth. "Fuck"; Connor groaned and moved his hip. Daryl enjoyed to hear his man make those noises and he slipped two fingers into him, rubbing the spot which caused Connor to wince and jerk his hip up. Daryl looked at him and moved his mouth faster over Connor's cock. He loved to hear and see him react to things he does. The Irishman was begging now. "Oh God Daryl, please." Daryl sucked a bit faster and harder and moved his fingers rougher over the spot. "Yes. FUCK", Connor moaned and his cock was getting thicker ins the hunters mouth. With one last moan Connor came and emptied himself in Daryl's mouth. After Daryl had swallowed everything, he started kissing Connor's stomach and suited himself next to him. Their mouth met again and when they broke their kiss, Connor smiled and said: "Hell, I can't get enough of yeh."
That made Daryl smirk and he replied: "Good, because I really think we should take our time tonight."
"Yeah." Daryl opened his arms and Connor snuggled into them, their lips touching and both were looking at each other. "I missed you so much", the hunter breathed.
"I missed yeh too. Everythin' is changin' tomorrow. Can yeh feel tha'?"
"Yeah. I don't trust the freedom right now."
Connor nodded and started playing with his rosary. "I don't want to go. I want to stay here with yeh. It doesn't feel right to leave. Somethin' will happen. And somehow Murphy's dreams frighten me." Connor observed Daryl's eyes. The hunter slowly nodded. "Yeah. Me too. It just doesn't feel right. I would like to stay here too. You and me."
"Aye." Daryl suddenly stared at Connor and stroke his thumb over his friends face. He was crying again. "Leprechaun, you are crying again. Will you tell me what is going on in that head of yours?" Connor shook his head but he couldn't stop crying. "This feels like goodbye", he whispered.
Daryl felt his heart stop beating and he instantly pressed Connor closer. "Why would you say that?"
"I don't know. It just feels like it."
"Since when do you have this feeling?"
Connor sighed and closed his eyes, then moved away from Daryl. "Ever since yeh found me in tha' basement. I knew I was goin' to die there but than yeh came but now there is this feelin' again. As if everythin' is just numb and a dream." Daryl moved forward, pulling Connor to his body again and kissing his tears away. "This is not a dream Baby, I am here. I love you and you are not dying."
"Murphy's dreams. Yeh kno' how our dreams are. And basically I had them too. But it was a different time. I was much younger."
Connor looked into Daryl's eyes and saw nothing but worry in them. "What do you mean?"
"When I was a kid I always had dreams about monsters, zombies, eating me alive. I was running and fighting but I couldn't make it. I had them a long time. And never knew why. Now I kno'."
Daryl shook his head. "I won't let anything happen to you. And your god protects you, right? He won't take you away from me."
Connor nodded. "Aye. Except when my job is done."
They looked at each other and Daryl felt like crying, too. "I can't...I can't lose you." "Promise me, that whatever happens in that camp, we stay together. Promise me, that whatever happens to one of us, we won't leave our family alone. If something happens to me, please don't leave Murphy alone."
"Stop it. NOTHING is going to happen to you. Remember when I told you I would catch a bullet for you and your brother? I will protect you." Daryl pressed Connor closer and nestled his head into his neck. "I love you, Leprechaun and you are not leaving me. I can't allow that."
Connor mumbled: "I wish we've met earlier and I wish this would just be a nightmare and in real we are on a holiday. I love you, so so so much."
Daryl pressed his lips to Connors and held him very close. "I can't live without you. I don't know what I would do without you. Not now, that I finally know what love is."
"There will come a moment, in your future, that will be very quiet and very peaceful. A Moment you realize that there is more love in you and around you than you ever realized. I love you Daryl, but I am not the only person that does." Connor hoped he hadn't said too much but it was true. Daryl was loved by so many people and he didn't even realize it.
"You are my future, Baby. But was this the reason that you didn't want to wait with sex? Because you think you will die?" Connor nodded. "Aye. I want to relish every moment with yeh. Every day can be our last. That is what I thought in that basement. I didn't live enough. I didn't love enough. I didn't have enough time. The physical pain was horrible, yeah, but the pain it caused on the inside was worse. Murph' and me had fun, of course, but then we started killing mobsters, started hiding, hurting, pain. I never knew what real love was until I met you. I knew it when I touched you. Something inside of me knew. And now...oh god Daryl, I love you so fuckin' much and I don't want this to end. Ever. Not in this life and not in any other. I will always find you. But down in that basement I was so angry at god, angry for letting this happen to me. I just...I'm so scared." Daryl was rocking him in his arms and tears were running down his face, too. "Leprechaun", he whispered and kissed Connor's lips.
"I'm here with you and I promise I won't leave you. I know it was all a bit too fast. I should have stopped you but you seemed so sure about having sex. If you want we can stay here. You, Murphy and me. I can talk to Rick. He will understand." Connor shook his head. "No. We have to go. We need to find a cure and they need us. We are three fighters. They need our gunpower and your crossbow. And don't you dare think I didn't enjoy sex. I know it was too soon but you gave me something back that that guy had taken from me. I'm sorry I am ruining our night."
"Shut up. You are not. I am glad you finally talk to me."
Connor grabbed Daryl's hand and tangled their fingers together. He suited himself on his back and looked around. "This was really kind of Rick and Carol."
"Yeah. She made me clean myself up and gave me new clothes."
"I noticed. They looked good on yeh but I prefer yeh naked in the moonlight."
Daryl smirked. "Yeah. I prefer you naked, too, my beautiful man."
"Wow, we are really cheesy and act like lovesick teenagers."
Both chuckled. "Maybe that is a new virus. Instead of turning us into Walkers we are now all sobbing, little chickens."
"I am okay with that", Connor answered.
They both were lying on their backs, heads turned to each other and looking at their bodies in the candle-light. Connor smirked and grabbed the chocolate bar on his nightstand. He broke it in two and gave Daryl the other half. As soon as Daryl was done eating, he stood up and blew out the candles, leaving them both in the moonlight. He placed himself next to the window and looked into the stars and the moon. He started praying inside his head. Praying that Connor was wrong, because he sure as hell didn't want to lose him. Connor walked towards Daryl, placed himself behind him and kissed his neck. "What are yeh staring at?"
"The moon and the stars."
"They are wonderful. Just like you." Daryl turned around and Connor suited his hands on the hunters waist, kissed him passionate. Suddenly Daryl felt his mans hands move down to his tights and to his butt. Connor was teasing him again, touching him everywhere and soon Daryl was aroused. "Conn' you should stop."
"I don't do anythin'."
He pressed his lips against Daryl's neck and started sucking and licking, his fingers found Daryl's nipples and very slowly Connor moved down on his knees, looked up to Daryl and put his mouth on top of his manhood. Daryl smirked. This was going to be a long night and he really enjoyed having Connor back. And he knew it would change. He had felt it. Everyday. And when he learned one thing from the past: Never trust freedom. Be scared of the Silence. They had seen it on the farm, in the prison and Daryl always knew that freedom and peace was not made for forever. So he enjoyed this night and Connor did too. They made love all night long, embracing their closeness and their love. It was early in the morning, when they closed their eyes to find some hours of sleep.

He hadn't noticed that his twin and Daryl were gone and when they had left. Rick had talked to him about their past, had asked him a lot of questions and Murphy started to relax more and more. Carol had sat next to him and they were talking about the next day. He was somehow thankful for the conversations, even so he didn't deserve to be treated like this when he had done nothing but avoiding them and being grumpy and angry the whole week. He was surprised when Carol mentioned, that he was turning into Daryl. And Rick nodded. "Yeah. When we first met Daryl, he wasn't much of a talker and was angry all the time. He really had a hard time after I handcuffed Merle to a rooftop."
Murphy chuckled. "Bastard shouldn't have survived this and Daryl is better without him."
"I agree. But he was his brother and it is always hard to loose someone. Even if that person is a giant ass", Carol explained.
"Aye. If Merle did half of what he had done to me after he saw me, I don't want to know what he would have done to Daryl."
"What do you mean?", Rick asked and watched him. Instead of answering, Murphy stood up and lifted his shirt, showing them his chest and back which were covered in scars from Woodbury."
"Jesus. Did Merle do this?"
"Yes. Connor has some too. So I think he is better with yeh and us now."
Murphy sat back down, raised his glass and sighed. He wished he would have been there for Daryl, just like Connor. Murphy was sad thinking, that Connor and him had it all, the nice home, the peace and a brother who was always there. "If you think that, why are you making it so hard for them?", Rick asked.
Murphy locked eyes with him and shrugged. "I don't know."
Carol smirked. "I think you do. And whatever it is you really should get it out of your system. Let both of them be happy and have their alone time. You are a grown up man. You can't just sleep between them." Murphy gave her a deathglare. "Wha' d'yeh kno? Me an' Conn' always had this closeness and I'm missin' it. I want them to be happy but I don't kno' how. I don't want to lose Conn'." Murphy snorted and grabbed the bottle but Rick hold him back. "I think you had enough, buddy."
"My choice."
"I make the calls. You had enough. If you don't behave and if you keep on avoiding your duties and our people I will make sure that you are out of the group and you can make your way to wherever you want to go. Alone. And I swear, you have to deal with the fact that Connor and Daryl would stay with me." Carol gave Rick a sign to stop talking but Murphy was having none of that. "Yer threatenin' me? Yeh kno' yeh can't keep them here. Conn' an' Dar' would leave with me. If yeh didn't get it the first time: We are fuckin' soulmates. An' yer not. I am really tryin' to get rid of this feelin's but I don't kno' how. Tell me how to shut out this feelin' of losin' them? How to feel when YOUR FUCKIN' SOULMATE LOVES SOMEONE ELSE?" Murphy was screaming the last part, stood up and left the room. Leaving Carol and Rick look at each other and everyone just stopped talking. It was Beth who said: "Did he just say that he is in love with one of them?"
"I think he did", Rick agreed.
"Well, it most certainly is not Connor. He is is twin", Beth disclosed.
"I think it is", Carol whispered.
"Daryl and me think the same", Rick explained. "Let me deal with this. Don't ever mention anything to Connor or Daryl. Let me talk to Murphy." Rick stood up and left the room, searching for Murphy. He went to his room but he couldn't find him there. Rick shook his head. This was fantastic, not that he hadn't enough on his mind, now he had to deal with lovesick guys. He found Murphy in the basement with a bottle of Whiskey. "I told you to stop drinking."
"An' I told yeh it is my choice." Murphy smirked but Rick saw the tears in his eyes and felt guilty for a second. He sat next to Murphy and grabbed the hand with the Whiskey bottle and took it from his hand and squeezed the twins hand. "Does Connor know about your feelings for him?"
Murphy was startled by this question and looked at Rick. "Yeh think I am in love with Connor?"
"Yeah."
Murphy slowly shook his head. "No. No I am not. He is my twin. Tha' would be awkward. No. No I think I might be in love with Daryl. But I am not sure. Part of me thinks I am not and really doesn't want it but the other part is completely in love with him. Somehow I still think that Connor is fuckin' up my feelings. Yeh kno' we can transmit feelin's. Tha' why we always kno' when the other one is in trouble. Guess it works with happiness, too..." Murphy swallowed. He never wanted to say it, but this was Rick and he wanted to help and maybe talking would help because Murphy was well aware of the fact that he was hurting his twin and Daryl. The sheriff patted Murphy's knee. "Well, that is complicated. He doesn't love you like this."
"I kno'. He can't because Conn' is his other half and I am glad it is tha' way. I always wanted to be like Daryl but with Connor making all the plans, motherhenning me and treating me like a kid I forgot how to be hard. And I guess we are changing roles now. I feel I am grumpy all the time and he is smiling all the time. It is all so confusing." Murphy rested his head on his own knees and Rick stroke his back. "Anything I can do for you?"
"No. Thank you for listenin', tho."
"Can't you cut the connection between you and Connor?" "I can. But if I do I won't see when he is in danger and my nightmares are gettin' worse lately. I just want to be there if something happens."
Murphy watched Rick's face and tried to calm himself down. He knew this was all fucked up and he wanted it to end.
"Jesus, you two really 'cause a lot of trouble."
"Aye", Murphy agreed and chuckled.
"Tonight you should sleep somewhere else. Carol and me prepared a little candlelight thing for Daryl and Connor. So you shouldn't be near them. Probably better stay in a room on the first floor."
Murphy nodded and looked sadly at the ceiling. "I will." "You are lonely, aren't you?"
The twin slowly nodded. Rick sighed. "I know how you feel. I have all these people around me and I found a new family but I miss my wife, miss going to work in the morning and I miss the normal life."
"I miss Ireland and our crazy Ma', I miss proper food, our little bar in Boston and I miss people. I miss streets full of cars, and strangers. I miss Cafés and supermarkets. Or goin' to the movies with Conn'."
"Oh man, you know what I miss? Having a barbecue with friends. I hated those in the past but now I think it would be the best thing to have. With our group."
Both smiled at each other. "Yeah. This world shows yeh wha' a great life we had. Only some have found somethin' better in this broken world. Look at Maggie and Glenn or Conn' and Dar'. And yeh and Michonne."
Murphy smirked and Rick looked surprised for a while but then nodded. "Yeah. I like her but I don't know if I am able to love someone after all I have done."
"Rick, love comes in different forms and sizes. I may say I love Dar' but I will never be able to love him as much as Conn' does. And I am not even lovin' him physically. Just his soul. Some things need time an' yeh will have a lot of time with Michonne. If it doesn't work out yeh can still find someone else."
The Sheriff hugged Murphy. "You are a really good guy Murphy and don't try to be someone else. Just be you again. And you know, maybe we go to that camp tomorrow and you see THAT person. And everything will be okay."
"Aye." Murphy knew this wouldn't happen but he agreed with Rick, because something was about to happen. They sat in silence for a while until Rick stood up, pulled Murphy up too and then they walked to the first floor. Murphy searched himself another room and Rick went into his. Murphy spread on the bed and looked at the ceiling. He had said it and it didn't hurt. He felt relieved and somehow with saying it something had changed. Murphy was able to feel what it really was that bothered him and he smirked. All will be good someday. Someday he will fall in love, too. Someday he will feel what his brother feels. Murphy closed his eyes and dreamed of Ireland. The green hill, the weeping willow and all the golden light, that was shining behind him, while he was walking towards the person sitting under the tree. Murphy started running towards that Person and the other person started running too. They met in the middle and hugged and kissed each other. The other person whispered: "Sorry it took me so long." Murphy smiled in his sleep. Yes, he would have this, when he was back in Ireland. He had to go there as soon as he could. Rick was right. There was someone waiting for him in this world.

Wasn't that sweet and hot? And Murphy? What do you think? Come on guys, I was very very obvious about that, right? ;) But still there is a mystery behind it, isn't there?