I am not even sure if I should post the chapter after last night.
And I am not sure if I am prepared for the comments you will give me after this.
I don't like the chapter that much but I don't know how to write it better.

Well...and for some of you this might come shocking but I am glad when I am done with the FanFic because those three are ruining me ;)

The next morning when Daryl woke up and opened his eyes he could see Connor smiling at him and the hunter smiled back. He tried to move closer to his man but the other twin was pressing him so hard against his body that he couldn't move an inch. Daryl snorted and grabbed Murphy's hand but saw that the older one was grabbing his shirt in his fist and the other one was grabbing the pillow. "Is he dreaming?", Daryl whispered.
"Aye. Nightmare I guess."
"Then why are you smiling?"
"Because it is nice to see you two so close."
Connor couldn't help it but he was somehow in love with the picture of his brother and his man. He loved that they were coming along and that they accepted each other, cared for each other. And most importantly Connor was glad that they could share everything, divide their pain into three pieces and let their love grow. Of Course love was different with Murph' but still... Daryl smiled and grabbed Murphy's hand, moving his thumb over the other guys hand. Maybe he could make him relax but Murphy didn't move. "What do you usually do when he does that?"
"I try to calm him with my thoughts. Try it, but be careful it can be that you see what he sees."
Daryl nodded, closed his eyes and tried to connect with Murphy. "Murph?"
No reaction.
"Murphy, calm down man. You are save. Wake up."
No reaction. Daryl tried harder. He wanted that. He wanted to be connected to both of them. He wanted this, he was part of this family and so he had to try. He knew he wasn't a twin brother and no blood but he could do it. "Murph'!" And just when he said it, he could see the pictures. Murphy was killing walkers, Daryl and Connor next to him and suddenly Murphy started screaming and turned to Connor and saw that he was attacked. He started running but couldn't reach him in time. He seemed to run on the spot. Daryl snapped his eyes open and looked at Connor. "Wake him the fuck up."
Connor did as he was told and Daryl moved around, as far as he was able to do so in Murphy's grip. He pulled Murphy on top of him, while he was shaking him and Connor was talking to him in his head. Murphy's hands relaxed and he opened his eyes. They were red, he was crying and rested his head at Daryl's chest. The hunter hugged him and stroke his hair. "It's okay Murph'. We are here. Everything is okay."
Daryl himself was scared to death by the pictures he saw. Now he knew how horrible those dreams really were and how realistic they felt. He felt pity for the other man. Murphy moved his head up again and looked at Daryl. He had felt him in his head but couldn't reply. Those dreams were too immense, too real. He rested his head against Daryl's forehead and gently kissed the other man. "I heard yeh."
Exhausted as he was he just stayed like this and Connor was caressing his back. "Baby Bro', did yeh have those dreams again?"
"Aye. I see yeh dying every night. It's always yeh. No one else. Always yeh. While Dar' and me watch."
Connor nodded, stood up and looked outside the little window. "I had them too. I could see yeh runnin' towards me. I had them when we were kids. They stopped someday."
Murphy's eyes snapped open and he looked into Daryl's eyes. Shock all over both faces.
"Yeh wha'? Yeh always told be abou' the killin', never abou' yeh bein' killed." Murphy moved his head to face Connor. Daryl was trying to make sense of this and when he had a thought he said. "Fuck. No."
Both twins looked at him. "Wha'?", Murphy asked and pushed himself up a bit to look better at Daryl, still on top of him. "I know why they stopped and I know what it means.."
"I figured tha' out a while ago", Connor added and rubbed his face in his hands.
Murphy was now moving and stood up, placing himself between Daryl and Connor.
"Tell me."
Connor looked at Daryl and back to Murphy. "I am going to die. I have known all the time. The dreams I had were a warning and they stopped when I was attacked by monsters. Remember when I told you that I saw you staring at me but you looked different? Remember how I told you about the pain and the weird feeling?"
Murphy nodded. "Aye. Aye but...FUCK YOU CONNOR! NO! Don't yeh dare tell me that yeh warned yer own soul!"
"He did." Daryl was certain that this was what happened. He was freaking out and he suddenly hated this whole soulmate and supernatural crap that was going on.
"Yeh kno' wha' tha' is not goin' to happen! Yeh won't go out and kill those walkers. I will trap yeh her' or if they throw us out I will make sure yeh never ever come near a walker again", Murphy was yelling.
"Calm the fuck down Murph'. I am not going to die. We just have to be careful. Won't leave yeh." Connor kissed Murphy's cheek and hugged him. Daryl stood up and hugged both of them. "We have to be careful. No one is going to die here. Won't lose one of you." "Enough cuddling. Lambert sure will make the wake up call soon. Go and be ready Murph'. Gimme some seconds alone with my man", Connor said and Murphy nodded and they let go of each other. Murphy walked towards the door and turned around before leaving the room, just to see how the other ones were hugging. It didn't feel right. Nothing felt right anymore and it never will. He had known that Connor had secrets. Maybe a lot more than he would ever know.
Daryl and Connor kissed as soon as Murphy was out of the room. "G'mornin' Darlin'."
"Mornin' Baby." Daryl's hand were finding their way under Connor's shirt, again searching for his heartbeat. "I can never lose you"; he whispered and felt close to crying because the thought alone was killing him. "I will never leave yeh. Not willingly." The Irishman mumbled.
Just when they started kissing again they heard Lambert making the wake up calls and they went outside to meet with the others.

two hours later

After everyone of them were checked by Doctor Hale, Lambert had shown them the showers and he wanted everyone of them to make a list which clothes they needed. Daryl, Murphy and Connor immediately decided for similar jeans, black shirts and new jackets. Daryl didn't give his vest away. He liked the angel wings on it. So they wrote everything down and gave it to Lambert, who made sure that they would get the clothes in the afternoon so every one of them could shower in the evening and change into fresh clothes. He had told them where they would find the canteen and that they would introduce them to the others at midday. Eugene still wasn't back but everyone guessed he was working on that cure.
The twins and the hunter were sitting at a table in their room and Connor said: "Maybe this is going to be good here. We have showers and stuff. What do you think? Should we walk around and see if we can find something to read or what they have here?"
"Dunno. Probably better to stay here.", Murphy answered.
Connor was bored, so he threw himself on the bed. He hated waiting and being trapped and he really would like to cuddle or make out with Daryl but his brother won't leave their side. He was well aware of that. What he didn't know was the silent conversation that was going on between his twin and his boyfriend. "Yeh did see it, righ'?"
"Yeah. I am sorry Murphy."
"Don't be brother. I am used to nightmares like this."
"We have to save him."
"Aye. We should be careful. Even in here. Y'll never kno'."
"Same. I make sure he is safe at night. And one of us should always be with him."
"Aye. Thank you, Dar'."
Their eyes met and Daryl slowly moved his hand and grabbed Murphy's, pressed it and let go of it. It happened in a matter of seconds. Then he stood up and suited himself next to Connor. Murphy was moving himself next to the other side of Connor. Connor's arms were spread and the look-a-likes were both mirroring their positions. Both rested their head on Connor's shoulder, their knees bent, one hand on Connor's chest. Connor smirked and pressed them closer. "Seems like I'm still the big bro', huh?"
"Yeh will always be me big bro'. Even so yer a minute younger. I don't care. Yer forever the caring one, the plan maker and me fuckin' best friend." Murphy rubbed his face on Connor's chest and kissed it. Daryl moved his head to his mans ear: "I won't fuck my big bro'."
That made the man in the middle chuckle. Daryl cocked an eyebrow at Murphy and the latter giggled. "Oh god, since when are we THAT cheesy Conn'. Tha' apocalypse thing is turnin' us into big ol' teddybears. We were hard as steel once and used to be troublemakers. Not caretakers and cuddling tigers without claws. Wha' happened?"
"We got older Murph'. And I fell in love with tha' beautiful guy here." Connor kissed Daryl's head.
Murphy looked sad for the split of a second which was only seen by Daryl. "Yeah and you two make me weak like butter. Not fuckin' fair."
"Aye. Yeh look like a lil' kid sometimes. Even Judith is more of an adult than you", Murphy teased.
"Fuck you. Who is the one acting like a lil' kid all the time? Crying, giggling, being jealous. That wasn't me."
"BOYS!", Connor yelled in his best big-bro-voice, which made both of them look at him.
"Sorry Conn'."
"Yeah. Sorry Baby."
"D'yeh really call him Baby?", Murphy snickered.
"None of your fucking business."
Murphy shook his head and then fell silent, grabbing Daryl's hand on Connor's stomach. Both looked at each other. "I'm so fuckin' scared", he said in his head.
"Me too."
Connor started stroking both of their heads and relaxed. He was scared but he would help both of them and he had to make sure that both of them knew how much he loved them and that they needed to stay together in case he really died. "I love yeh both. Yeh kno' tha' righ'?"
Both nodded. "I want yeh to hear me out. I kno' yeh goin' to swear at me Murph' but just listen. We don't kno' wha' happens in the future. Whether they find tha' cure or not, whether we stay or leave, no matter if it is tomorrow or in 20 years I want yeh both to take care of each other. If somethin' happens to me I have to be sure tha' both of yeh stay with each other. Yeh need each other. We are three now."
"Yer fuckin' righ' I swear at yeh. Yer not goin' to fuckin' die. But I agree. We have to stay together - no matter wha' and I promise yeh I will never leave him alone. As long as he wants me in his life." Murphy looked at Daryl and both locked eyes for a while. Daryl knew there wasn't much more to say. "And I will protect him Conn'. I told yeh I would."
Connor was relieved but somehow it made him sad and anxious and there was another feeling he couldn't name. He had never felt that before. It was eating him up alive. It was burning like acid and he always felt it when Murphy was around. Something was happening and changing and he didn't know what.
All three of them closed their eyes and Murphy was the first that fell asleep, Connor and Daryl followed. He didn't care that Murphy was still holding his hand and interlaced their fingers. This whole situation was so normal to him that he wondered how he had survived without them. He felt complete with them and alive. He needed them both and Connor was right. They were three now and nothing could separate them.

It was around 12 when someone woke them up and lead them to the cafeteria of the district. Daryl was holding Judith in his arms, who was playing with the rosary that was still hanging around his neck. Murphy was standing next to him and playing with Judith's hand. Connor was talking to Rick. Lambert had told them to wait for the others. Daryl watched everyone and saw that they looked much better than yesterday. Some days in this location and they would all be better and clean. He had to admit that he liked to be dirty but now it just looked gross and he was nearly glad that Carol had made him wash some of the dirt off at the hotel. His eyes fell on Beth and she was looking at him too, smiling. They had never really spoken after the funeral home and after they had found her. She was staying away from him most of the time. He wasn't sure why, maybe it was because of the twins. Ever since they were in his life the others seemed to leave him out most of the time. Only Rick and Carol bothered enough. "Murph', can I ask you something?"
"Aye."
"Did I do something wrong with the group? I don't know, it changed after you two showed up."
Murphy chuckled. "Nah, it's because they love to see yeh happy. Beth told me tha' yeh were always so closed up and angry at everythin' and lashin' out every other minute and tha' they love to see yeh like this. So don't yeh worry bro' they love yeh. But maybe instead of makin' out all the time yeh should try to talk a bit more to them."
Daryl nodded. "Maybe."
"Aye."
Ten minutes later Lambert showed up with about 20 people and 2 kids. One was about Carl's age and one was a bit younger. Lambert introduced the group to everyone and told his people to make them feel like home and include the group into daily life. "Two people are out into town, grabbing your clothes and some supplies from our storage. Another group is out to kill walkers. you will meet them later. We all agreed that your group should stay put for the next three days. You all look exhausted and Doctor Hale told me about the shot wounds and other stuff. So I want you to be healed before you start to go out. The woman will help with food, washing, taking care of the kids and maybe teaching. We have plans on which day we do things and who's turn it is. We will work it out. Everyone has to earn their food and bed. But we are all glad that you are here. It is always nice to meet good people these days." Lambert smiled and so did everyone else. Rick approached and faced Lambert and he thanked him. "Thank you. We really appreciate all you do. We are glad someone took us in and helps us out. And we will help you as much as everyone here."
"I bet we will come along very well. If you need anything you can always ask. We have a room with books that we gathered, we have some boardgames and a TV. Once a month we all meet here and watch a movie and once a month we meet and have a little dance. We started doing this 3 month ago, because everyone needed something different to do. We have a garden with a slide and a swing-set and we can play a game of darts too. Fight-practice is every morning from 9 to 11. You can start with that next week. On Sundays we usually all do nothing. Just relax, spent time together and meet to eat together and plan the new week. I would like you to join us."
Daryl and Murphy looked at each other and smirked. Connor was standing across the room and his eyes were gleaming. "I think Lambert said the magical word "movies"", Murphy whispered into Daryl's ear.
"Yeah. Sounds a bit too good, huh?"
"Aye. Feels unreal. Let's just wait."
Rick was still talking to Lambert, while the others were leaving and Lambert explained that he would sent someone with their clothes and that they could shower than. Murphy looked at Daryl: "Yeh think I can hold her for a moment?"
"Of Course. Lil' asskicker will love you."
Daryl gave the kid to Murphy and melted when Murphy started singing that lullaby he had heard Connor sing once. The Irishman looked at him for a moment and Daryl felt the urge to hug him but decided to just turn around and move towards Connor, who was in a conversation with Beth and Carol. "Hi there Pookie", the older woman said.
"Ma'am", Daryl whispered.
"Stop saying that. I am not older than you."
"Okay. Ma'am." She shook her head.

Murphy went to Rick's room because Judith had fallen asleep while she was in his arms. He rested her in a little bed that Lambert had managed to find. She even had a little teddybear. "Don't yeh worry lil' princess. Soon yer havin' a nice home and meet other kids. Yer Daddy is goin' to take care of yeh and yer brother Carl will tell everyone how strong yeh are. Uncle Daryl will teach yeh how to hunt, Uncle Connor will teach yeh how to read and use yer brain and I will play and cuddle with yeh." Murphy didn't notice that Rick and Beth had followed him. He was gently stroking her head, when Rick moved behind him. "And aunt Beth will go shopping with you", he added. Murphy turned around. "Aye. We will all raise tha' kid."
Beth approached Murphy and both looked down on the young girl. "Is Daryl alright?", she asked.
"Aye. Why don't you ask him?"
"He is avoiding me."
"Nah. He thinks yer avoidin' him."
Rick chuckled. "Beth he is in love for the very first time. He has to deal with a lot of new stuff..And you know him, he isn't the most communicating guy on this planet."
She nodded. "True. But after what happened between us I thought..."
Murphy looked at her. "Yeh thought he has feeling for yeh."
"Yeah. He told me he didn't which is okay but I thought he would at least be my friend."
"He is yer friend. Just go see him. He is in his room with Conn'. But Girl, knock first."
She smiled and then went out of the room.
Rick and Murphy stood awkwardly in the middle of the room and Murphy started biting his thumb, not sure if he should leave or stay or where to go. He decided he should leave father and kid alone and he was heading to the door, when Rick asked: "Are you better?"
Murphy shrugged. "Kind of. Gotta be."
"You look tired."
"Aye. Nightmares. Of Conn' dying. Over and over again."
Rick sighed. "Must be hard. Hope they will go away now that we are here."
"Thanks."
Murphy's hand was already on the doorknob when Rick again spoke: "How do you cope with your feelings?"
"I don't. It burns me and makes me weak but's nothin' I can do abou' it."
"He will never love you like this."
"I know." Murphy turned around to face Rick. "And tha' is okay. I wouldn't want him to. But I can't help it. After we find a cure I will leave for Ireland first opportunity. With or without my brother." Even so it breaks my heart, he added in his mind.
"If there is anything I can do for you, let me know."
Murphy moved forwards and hugged Rick. "Thank yeh. I will."
Then he walked out of the room and left to find his own one. He needed to close his eyes for a while. The last night was exhausting and yet he would like to sleep next to his two soulmates again. Because soon everything was falling apart. He could feel it and he couldn't handle that feeling that was taking hold of him. Fear combined with grief and anger. Something was ripping his heart out, bit by bit and he couldn't do anything against it. He had to spent every spare minute with them, with Connor. Murphy felt how his eyes ached and soon tears flooded them. Already missing what was still there. And in his mind he quietly asked: "Conn' are yeh there? I need yeh."
And as always there was a reply. His brother was always there whenever he needed him. "Aye. Where are yeh?"
"In me room."
Just a minute later the door opened and Connor stepped into the room, concern written all over his face. Promptly sitting next to him and pulling Murphy into his lap. "Wha' happened?"
"I just miss yeh."
"But I am still here."
"Yeah but it feels as if yer leavin' me."
"I love yeh Murph'and I would never do it."
They were sitting there for several minutes and Murphy calmed down, while Connor was holding him, comforting him. If it would be possible Murphy would crawl into Connors skin and stay there. To be one with him. To combine their souls. He freakin' loved his brother. More than anything in this world. Connor was his best friend, his brother and his soulmate. But Murphy loved someone else too but that was a different story. A different kind of love.
Connor stayed even when Murphy had fallen asleep. His hands running through his brothers hair, trying to comfort him some more. After a while his legs started to get numb and he moved a bit so he could lie down. Murphy mumbled something in his sleep but followed him and snuggled even closer. Tangling their legs together. Connor was lying on his back, thinking about the future. He was so fucking scared that he might die. In the past their dreams were helpful, leading them to that point now but his dreams as a kid and Murphy's now tell a whole different story. And he would do everything to not go out and die, just because he couldn't do it to one of them. He would feel trapped but trapped was better than being dead. Murphy's head was resting in his armpit and Connor had pushed his hand inside the collar of his shirt, drawing circles on his skin. He moved his head a bit to see his brother. Oh god, he could never get enough of this. His sweet, loving twin. The man that was a part of him since they left their moms womb. They grew up together, sharing pain, love and longings. Connor felt his own tears coming and couldn't help but think about what had happened ever since the outbreak started. They had seen people turn to Walkers, good people being tortured and killed by other people. When they found Woodbury they thought they had made it - just to see that it all was false hope. Merle had beaten Murphy half to death and when Connor freed himself from his ties he had held him back and then got hit too. All because Merle, somehow, was missing his brother and some part of Connor knew that Merle wasn't the best brother in the world but he had tried.
Then they had found this group. This wonderful and amazing group and Daryl. His sign from god, his sign that there was hope and love in the world. That after everything that happened they had to go on. Murphy was frightened but so was he. Connor snuggled himself closer to his brother, kissing him and pressing him hard against his chest. When he was raped and tortured he thought about all the good things that had happened to them but he would never had thought about how much his brother would miss him. How much Daryl would suffer and he knew, he just knew that it would break both of them. Connor had to make sure that before he died, both of them come to very good terms, even allowing his brother to let his love for his boyfriend grow. Connor knew, he knew Murphy was in love with Daryl. It was all so fucking clear and he would allow it. He had to tell him, that if he really died, Murphy should tell Daryl, because if there is one thing everyone needs in this world, it is love. Connor kissed Murph's forehead and lips. Murphy woke up from this, looking sleepy and lazily at his brothers, when he saw the tears he didn't ask what was wrong, he opened their link and when he felt how scared and sad his twin was, he kissed Connor back and tangled their bodies even more together. Murphy wouldn't ever admit it but his favorite Connor was the one allowing his feelings and his weakness to him. It was rare that he saw his brother this way because he was always trying to protect him, to be the strong one and the one joking to cover up is brokenness. It had always been this way but when they had found Daryl, Murphy thought he would never ever see him like this again. But now he knew. Connor was scared, too and afraid and probably still hurt.
He shoved his arms under Connor's body, so that he was able to hold one of his hands against the back of his brothers head. Feeling the smooth, darkblonde hair between his fingers. He had always been jealous about that hair. It was so much smoother than his and while his wasn't even able to stay in shape, Connors was perfect. His lips kissed the tears away and Connor looked at him and slowly shook his head. "'m Sorry Murph'."
"Don't." Murphy opened his mind and spoke in their silent language again. "I love yeh Conn' I kno' yer scared, too." "Aye. I don't wanna ever leave yeh. Yeh my other half, yeh always have been."
"An' I always will be. Me an' Dar' will protect yeh. Yeh just can't die. Don't be reckless, don't be like back in the days. Please, I am beggin' yeh."
"I won't. I will stay inside as much as I can." Connor pressed his head against Murphy's shoulder, inhaling his scent, listen to his heartbeat and enjoying their alonetime. He wouldn't admit it but he missed this. It was always just him and his twin. Now they had Daryl in their life, which was amazing but hard, too. In the past it was them who were cuddling all night, not him and Daryl. When he needed someone to talk it was always Murphy. Everything was always shared. Him and Murphy. They were one person. No wonder that Murphy was in love with the hunter, too. Connor knew what Murphy needed the most now. He needed release, just like he had needed it and he had found it with Daryl. Murphy needed someone or something to take care off. And probably some alone time to get rid of all this frustration inside of him. Connor looked to the door and back to Murphy. It was crazy but he wanted Murphy to have this release right now. With him. Here and now. Connor would be there, not helping him but trying to help him get off. Connor looked at Murphy, who was locking eyes with him. "Wha' are yeh thinkin Conn'?"
"Tha' yeh need some release."
"Aye. So?"
Murphy wasn't quiet sure what Connor was saying. Of Course he needed release. He hadn't had sex in a while and he hadn't wanked in months.
Connor stood up and moved to the door, to turn the key around, making sure no one would walk in because they would make wrong assumptions seeing this.
Murphy's eyes widened, when his brother came back to the bed, looking at him, dead serious and started to pull his shirt up. "Wha' are yeh doin'?"
"Helpin' yeh find release."
"I don't need help for tha'."
Connor pressed his lips on Murphy's. "Shut up. not tha' I never saw it before righ' and I want yeh to feel loved and hold while yer doin it. I want yeh to relax in my arms. I will just be here, takin' care of yeh."
Murphy slowly shook his head. Was Connor now insane?
Connor knew it was crazy and weird but his brother needed it. He started to open his belt and his pants and Murphy looked down on his body. Was this really happening?
The thought of Connor doing this was weird and not at all arousing. Connor pulled down Murphy's jeans and briefs, looking at his brothers manhood, which reminded him of Daryl's. Then he moved back up, placed himself behind Murphy and started whispering into Murphy's ear: "Think of him. Think of kissing him and touching him. Think about him sliding his hands over your chest, touching your nipples." Connor moved his hands over Murphy's chest, gently stroking his brothers nipples. He had closed his eyes and was imagining that this was Daryl. And he knew it was mean to talk to Murphy like this, awkward trying to make your twin jerk off to the thought of your man but it was the only way to show him that he was okay with it, right? Murphy just stared at the wall and couldn't believe this. Was Connor really talking about HIM?
"But Conn'...that is wrong. We can't do tha'."
"Yes you can. I know you love him. I know it because you are part of me and it was obvious that we both would fall for the same guy. I fucking know it and I am okay with it. When I die I want you to be with him. He doesn't know it but deep down he loves you, too."
Maybe it was hearing it or maybe it was the way Connor was touching him but suddenly Murphy let go and allowed himself, for the first time in weeks, to feel. Feel the anger, the pain, the love and frustration. Anger because it was a fuckin' joke that his brother loved the same man than him, pain that it was a man indeed, love for that wonderful hunter and his soul, frustration because one of them had to hold back. There was a lot of need a lot of longing inside of him an when he finally touched his dick, he moaned, loud and uncontrolled. It wouldn't take long and for some weird reason he was glad, that Connor was with him. Connor watched Murphy touching himself, falling apart in his arms. He could feel all the different emotions and he smirked, when Murphy started moaning. At least, Connor thought, he didn't sound like Daryl. Daryl's moans were wilder, deeper and rougher. Murphy was thrusting into his own hand and Connor whispered: "Imagine him helping yeh." Murphy was close to his climax and he was so turned on by hearing Connor talk about him, about Daryl, that he moaned his twins name. Connor smirked and started to play with his brothers nipples. "Come for me Murph'. Show me how much yeh love my man." Well, that was sick and awful but somehow it made him proud that someone was getting off on the thought of fucking his man. Daryl was wonderful and Connor wouldn't share him in real but there was something hot about the way his brother was in love with the same man. Weird and hot. Fuck, what a mess.
Murphy was getting faster and louder and his hp was moving up and down, fucking his own hand. "Fuck", he mumbled and then came, shooting his load all over his stomach. He relaxed in Connor's arms, slightly embarrassed about the situation.
Fuck, this was so wrong but it had felt so good. Connor kissed his brothers head. "I love yeh Murphy and I know yeh love Daryl. And it is okay. It really is. Don't be so angry anymore. Just enjoy it. It will go away or yeh will meet someone else. Or when I die yeh will have yer turn. Maybe it was always meant to be you and him. Maybe it has to happen. I don't know. God Murph', I know it is all weird but we can make this. Okay?"
Murphy nodded because he wasn't quiet sure what to say to this. He grabbed after his shirt and wiped off the cum from his stomach, Put his clothes back on and then turned around to face Connor. Still red in the face. "Why?"
"Because yeh needed it and because I promised to be there whenever yeh needed me. And I know yeh feel safer when I am around. Murph', I know we break every rule and we will both go to hell but I want yeh to know that there are no boundaries between us. We are one person. Others will never understand this but we do. We always knew. Our soul was split into three pieces. Yeh and me have a strong bond because we were born the same day, same parents. If Daryl would have grown up with us he would feel this deepness as much as we do. We want to be complete. And that is only possible with him around. My connection to him is stronger because of all those dreams and the feelings I have for him. But I know, once I am gone, he will love you as much as he loves me but he will need time Murph'. He is not like us, he isn't used to have feelings like this. I am proud and glad he opened up to us as much as he did but when I die, be prepared that he will be hollow, empty and grieving more than you will. Murphy, it can happen in 20 years or in 3 days. But I need you to be the strong one. I need you to be me."
Murphy was crying by now and all he could say was: "I am sorry Connor but I will promise to be the strong one, I will promise to be the head and heart or whatever he needs. I can wait. I will wait forever if this is necessary. We will be together someday, in hell or heaven. Somewhere. I love yeh and I don't know what I will do without yeh."
"I am still here and I don't plan on going." Connor kissed Murphy's forehead.
"But now I should check on him. He is probably wondering where I am. Yeh okay?"
"Yeah. I am." Murphy watched Connor leave and then let himself fall back into the pillow. What the fuck was that? He was glad he could take a shower soon because that feeling of confusion that was flooding his body and mind was beyond imaginable. He just had wanked off in front of his brother, thinking about Daryl. Well, who would have thought that in his old years he would do such crazy stuff. Murphy snorted. Fucking apocalypse.

Uhm. HEHEHEHEHEHEHE! *holds her hand in front of her mouth to stop laughing* So...Comments?