It is official. 32 chapters and I am done.
I am sad and happy at the same time. I am currently working on something new.

And to say it once again: SORRY NOT SORRY!

Thanks to all that still read this. I know it is like a rollercaoster ride :D

"Kill it", Murphy screamed at the blonde man from the other group, who was staring at the Walker as if he had never seen one of those things before. Daryl was across the room shooting arrows at Walkers. They had lead 20 of them in one room and were supposed to shoot them. Murphy was killing two with a knife and the other one was just staring at them. Murphy was getting angry and saw himself kill the other Walkers, too. Lambert had explained that each of them had to take five Walkers down. Murphy was done with his five and then turned around, running to the other guy. The situation strangely familiar. "Daryl!", he yelled.
Daryl turned around when his last arrow hit a walker and saw Murphy running across the room to one of the other men. He collected his arrows and ran after Murphy. The Walkers were already very close to the other guy and Daryl got mad at this situation. Did that guy never shoot a walker or what?
He fired his first arrow to take out one of the walkers, just in the same moment Murphy took out the second one. They killed all five and then turned around to see how Lambert was doing. He was doing just fine and was walking over, an angry face. "Are you fuckin' kiddin' me kid? You told me you shot them before. Do your fucking job. What if you got bit or one of the others? We have to trust each other and when I tell you to take out five, you take out five. Is THAT CLEAR?"
The man was nodding. His face full of pain and fear. Murphy watched him closely. "How old are yeh?"
"20", the guy replied.
"What's yer name?"
"Riley."
"Listen Riley, yeh were lucky me and Dar' are good fighters. Yeh were lucky I saw yeh in time but that's not goin' to happen out there. These were only 20. As much as I saw there are abou' 200 hundred trapped in the basement. Yeh have to get yer shit together and kill them. If not, Lambert should replace yeh. And I am sure yeh wanna help the people, righ'?", Murphy asked in his sweetest but scariest voice.
Daryl was nearly impressed by Murphy. All of a sudden he was that grown up, that scary and much more focused than he would have ever imagined. But then again, he was Connor's twin and both of them were killers. "Murphy is right. Are you ready for the next round?", Lambert asked.
Riley nodded and said: "I'm sorry."
"It's okay son but if I see you staring instead of shooting I might let them bite you."
Lambert smirked and his dark eyes sparkled wild of this. Murphy snorted. The Captain was a bit of an sadistic asshole.
They positioned themselves and Murphy looked over to Daryl, who had turned his back on him. The angel wings on his vest moving with every breath he took. Angel wings. Murphy smirked. Indeed. There was something angelic about the way Daryl shot that fucking crossbow and the way his muscles flexed. And it was fucking ironic that he was wearing a religious sign on his back, just like they had Jesus tattooed on their backs. He knew that under those layers were demon tattoos on the hunters back. Well he was an angel with a demonic inside. Looking like a fucking god (HA! Murphy chuckled at this, remembering he looked the same) and behaving like a psychopath sometimes. But he knew that Daryl was everything but evil.
"READY!", Lambert screamed and opened the door. Daryl immediately started shooting arrows at one that tried to attack Lambert. Then they were moving towards him and Murphy.
This time Riley did shoot and this time it went faster. After they had killed 100 walkers, they made a break, grabbing some water they had brought with them. Murphy and Daryl were sharing a bottle and Lambert asked: "So you aren't twins? Because the two of you look the same, move the same and you and Connor always are close."
"Me and Conn' are twins. Daryl is not our real brother", Murphy finally said.
"Weird."
"We get that a lot. It was shocking when we met."
"And what's it about all the religious signs? The rosaries the both of you are wearing today, the wings, the tattoos on Connor's and your neck?"
Daryl chuckled. "We were raised by catholics and they are comin' from Ireland. It's a family tradition."
"Ireland, huh?"
"Aye", Murphy confirmed.
"That's why your accent sounds southern. I was wondering when we first met why you told us you three were brothers. So you are American?"
"Aye", Daryl imitated Murphy's voice.
Murphy said in his head. "Daryl, stop fuckin' around with them." Which made Daryl smirk at him.
"So then, let's go on", Lambert suggested.
After two more hours they were done killing and went back to the camp. Both, Murphy and Daryl, glad to see Connor again. Daryl entered his room but it was empty and so they searched for their third part at Rick's. They knocked and entered and saw Rick sitting there with Judith in his arms.
"Guys, you are back. Did Connor find you?"
Murphy and Daryl looked at him. "No? We just came back.", Daryl replied.
"He went out to search for the two of you."
"HE DID WHAT?", Murphy screamed. Shock all over his face and in his voice.
"I'm sorry but I couldn't hold him back. He was making me nuts. Running around like a tiger trapped in a cage. He was getting nervous with every minute. And he told me he couldn't reach none of you."
"When the fuck did he leave?"
"About an hour ago. He asked Anna where he would find you."
"Fuck. No. Come on Murph'. I think that stupid idiot needs a bit of a kick in his fuckin' ass." Daryl was beyond angry with his man. What the fuck was he thinking?
Murphy and Daryl started running back to the place they had been before. Yelling for Connor all the time. They never got a reply. Both opened their link, now screaming in their head. "Can't believe he did that", Murphy voiced.
"I swear to god, if he isn't dead I will kill him."
"I will help yeh."
They searched the building and then opened the door to the basement, knowing that they had killed all the walkers. Tomorrow another group was leading them back in there, through the other door which was on the outside of the building. "Maybe he is back at the camp", Daryl suggested.
"He better is. Come on." They jogged back to the camp, still looking around to see if they could spot Connor. They were running past an alley and Daryl stopped mid track. And looked back into the alley. It was full of walkers. "Wait", He yelled.
Murphy turned around and followed Daryl's gaze. They looked at each other and started running into the alley. "Connor?", Murphy asked. That's when he could see a bit of dark blonde hair. Familiar blonde hair.
"Fuck no", he said and gave Daryl a punch. He looked at the direction and held his breath. Connor's hair and he was fighting with a walker. But there were about 25 walkers between them. Murphy and Daryl reacted instantly and started killing every Undead that was coming their way. "Conn'?", Daryl shouted.
"Aye", the Irish answered. "Lil' busy here Darling."
Daryl snorted. "Is he serious?", he whispered towards Murphy.
"D'yeh now kno' wha' I meant when I said he needed someone to take care of him?"
"Yeah."
When Murphy's eyes moved back to the direction his twin was fighting at, he gasped for air. The way Connor was fighting this walker, the way he looked. That white shirt, the empty eyes and the look on his face. That's what he saw in his dreams. Murphy had the feeling as if time froze and everything around him went dizzy. He only could see the scene in front of him. NO! NO! Daryl was still fighting and Murphy started running towards Connor, just like he did in his dream. But there was no coming through and there were too many of them. He locked eyes with Connor and realisation hit him very hard. If he couldn't reach him in time, Connor would die. This thought made him so angry, that he pulled out his guns and started shooting, instead of killing them with knives. "DARYL! Shoot that fuckin' walker in front of him. CONNOR DUCK!" Daryl shot and the arrow hit his target and stopped by a hairbreadth before Connor's face. Latter pulled the arrow out and sank it into the skull of the one behind the walker that Daryl just shot. Murphy's bullets hitting all targets and he screamed commandos at Daryl. Connor pushed the two walkers away and started running towards his two favorite men on this planet. He knew it had been stupid to go out alone and search for them. They had each other to save them and now they were saving him. Again.
Daryl shot the last Walker and started collecting his arrows. He didn't even look at Connor. He was angry, like fucking seriously angry. And Murphy was too. Both of them started walking back, not looking at Connor. He followed them, knowing that they were angry with him but he couldn't stand the silence between them. "Come on guys, nothing happened."
This made Daryl snap. "NOTHING HAPPENED? Are you serious? One minute later and you wouldn't be standing here! One fucking minute!" He walked on and Murphy looked back at Connor, a smirk on his face, when he saw how Connor's face looked. Connor locked eyes with his twin to tell him he was sorry but his brother was blocking him out. When he looked at both of them he flinched. His brother seemed way too close to Daryl. And suddenly he knew what that weird feeling in his guts was all day and the feeling that was hitting him so often lately. He was jealous. Jealous about them being so close. Daryl was his man. HIS LIFE. HIS LOVE. Not Murphy's, even so he was the one telling his twin it was okay. But didn't Daryl notice? Why wouldn't he turn Murphy down?
No! Connor said to himself. It's on himself. He had wanted to sleep in one bed with both of them, he had wanted them to be close, to take care of each other. He had prepared them for situations without him.
He was the only one to blame. "I'm sorry! I was so worried about the both of you", he tried again.
"God Connor, we were four people and me and Dar' had each others back. Yeh were supposed to stay with Rick. Was it so difficult? Yeh kno' we would always come back to yeh. I always did."
When they entered the building, Daryl went straight to their room, grabbing a towel and some clean clothes and stepped back out to go and take a shower. Without looking at Connor. He couldn't. He had to get rid of the feeling he had when he saw Connor attacked by walkers. He had to get rid of the view he remembered from Murphy's dream. This time all went fine but what if Connor was doing such thing again? Someday they would be too late.
The warm spray of water helped him relax a bit but he was still angry, afraid and on the other hand happy. He was glad they saved him and maybe that's what this was about. Saving him. Maybe the dreams would stop now and it was all over. He heard someone walking in and looked over the little wall at his shower stall. It was Connor. Of course.
"Can I come in?", he asked.
"No", Daryl said, thinking that keeping him away would teach him a lesson. Even so it was hard not to say yes and kiss him.
"Oh. Okay. Then I'll take my own." Connor walked in next to Daryl's and started to shower. Daryl was rejecting him and turning him down. Connor wasn't sure if he was angry with him or if it was because of Murphy. He looked over to Daryl, who had closed his eyes, his flat hands against the wall, so the water was running down his back. "Are you mad at me?", Connor whispered and feeling a big knot in his throat.
"I'm angry Connor. You could have been killed." Daryl was looking at him now and Connor could see how hurt Daryl was. He nodded and felt his eyes getting wet. "I was so afraid yeh won't come back to me."
"I will always come back to you. Murphy had my back and Lambert, too."
"Aye. But I can't just sit around while yeh two risk yer life."
"Well, you have to. I am not risking your life."
Daryl saw the sadness in Connor's eyes and the way he was biting his lip. He couldn't stand it any longer. "Come here", he said and opened his arms. Connor stopped his own shower and moved into Daryl's cabin and let himself fall against his hunters chest. "I'm so sorry", he mumbled.
"I know. Never do that again."
"Okay." The water was running down their bodies and Daryl was kissing Connor's hair. He was with him. Connor was save now and he could relax. After several minutes they left the shower and went to their room. Connor was laying down on the bed. "Gimme a second. I'll go and check on Murphy", Daryl said and left the room to see after Murphy. Murphy was sitting on the edge of the bed, his head resting on his hands. He was praying. Daryl moved closer and sat next to him. Within a second Murphy threw his arms around him, silently sobbing on his shoulder. "Did yeh see?"
"Yeah. It was like in your dream."
"We saved him."
"Yeah."
Murphy moved himself and pulled Daryl with him, so that Daryl was on top of him. The hunter didn't turn him down, when Murphy started cuddling, because he knew that Connor would do the same now. Murphy just saw one of his nightmares coming to life. Saw his brother fighting and thought he would die. Murphy was still shocked. Murphy pressed him so close to his chest, that Daryl thought he was leaving this room with broken ribs. "Calm down Murphy, he is okay and he is next door. Come on. Let's go and cuddle with him, hm? Come on. We all need it."
"Aye. Aye, I am comin'. Just. Let us stay for a second. I wanna thank yeh. Thank yeh for helpin' me save him."
"You don't need to."
"But I want to."
Murphy's hands suddenly were buried in Daryl's hair and Daryl was confused. What was he doing? And before he could react Murphy was kissing him. Pressing their heads together and whispering "Thank yeh", between breaths.
Daryl freed himself from Murphy and walked back to his own room. Jesus, those twins and their extreme-cuddling will be the death of him.

Connor was waiting for Daryl to come back and he tried his best not to be jealous or angry but on the other hand he knew that Daryl would be able to calm Murphy down. When Daryl entered the room he smirked at him and the hunter suited himself on his right side. Immediately claiming his mouth. Connor kissed him back. Seconds later Murphy walked in, interrupting their kiss and he immediately walked to the left side of the bed, cuddling himself next to Connor. Kissing the place between his shoulder blades and nibbling on his neck, like a mother cat. "Don't yeh fuckin' dare do tha' agai'. I nearly had an heartattack. I'm too old for tha' shit. I'm gettin grey hairs because of yeh stupid ass."
Connor winked at Daryl and turned around, kissing his twins forehead. "I'm sorry. Won't do it agai'."
The three of them cuddled a bit and Daryl pushed his hand under Connor's shirt, to rest his hand over his heart. Feeling the heartbeat. He rose his head a bit to see Murphy. He was holding his brothers hand and playing with his twins hair. Connor had closed his eyes and was enjoying the attention. He felt a second hand brushing through his hair and kisses on his neck. He chuckled. If he wouldn't know better he would think that they were like cats. Licking each others wounds after a battle. It was then, in this silence and the attention of his soulmates that he fully saw what had happened just some time ago. He could have been killed. Ripped away from them and yet he feared more that one of them died than his own death. He knew both of them could survive without him but he wouldn't be able to live on without his twin or the love of his life. He was weaker than the both of them. Still he would always pretend do be the hardest guy on this planet if he had to. "We love yeh", Murphy whispered into his ear, leaving kisses on his cheek. "Love yeh, too."
"I think I will go and grab us some food. Yeh two want somethin'?"
"Aye. Don't want to see anyone else today."
"Aye. Dar'?"
Daryl turned a bit to look at Murphy who was already at the door. "Yeah just bring something and ask Lambert or Rick who is on duty tomorrow."
"Aye." Murph headed out of the door and made sure he didn't take too much time away from them. He went to Lambert to ask for the shift and he told him that Daryl and Murphy were on the supply run group. Along with Connor. Lambert told him to be ready at 8 in the morning and that Riley was going with them and would have a list with the things they needed from their storages.
Murphy sighed. At least it was something easy. And they could have an eye on Connor.
After he grabbed some food and a bottle of Coke for the three of them, he went back to the room, just to find them in the same position then earlier. Just tangled a bit more together. As soon as he sat the plates on the table they got up and joined him. Connor was the first who finished eating and told them he needed to go to the toilet.
Daryl looked at Murphy. "What do you think?"
"He seems a bit off."
"Yeah. Distant."
"It's because he is sorry."
"Probably."
"We have to go on a supply run tomorrow. With Conn' and Riley."
"What? That jerk from today who can't really shoot?"
"Yeah."
"So it is the three of us if there are walkers."
"Aye. But we can manage. Keep him save."
"Yeah we can."
Daryl stole a noodle from Murphy's plate and shoved it into his mouth with a smirk. "Oi. Tha's my food", Murphy complained with the same smirk and fished a piece of meat from Daryl's plate.
They were still stealing each others food when Connor entered the room, immediately frowning and looking pissed. "Murphy, eat up and leave us alone." Both of them looked surprised.
"But Conn'..."
"No. Enough. I am okay, I am alive and I need yeh to go to yer own room."
"Leprechaun, let him stay."
"No. He needs to go. I need to talk to yeh. Alone."
Daryl and Murphy looked at each other and Murphy stood up, not finishing his food. He walked past Daryl and rushed through the door.
"What was that all about?", the hunter asked.
"Don't yeh get nothin'? Yer spending more time with him lately."
"Are you jealous?" Daryl asked with a grin on his face.
"Maybe." Connor pouts which made Daryl laugh.
"You are an idiot. Murph' is just like a brother to me. While you..."
Daryl paused and waited until Connor looked into his eyes, grabbing his hand and continues: "my life."
The other mans lips turned into a smile and he nodded. "I kno'. It's just..I kno' him. He can be very...touchy."
"Like you. Come on. How about we read a bit and cuddle under the blanket."
"Sounds great."
That's what they did. Both of them reading in their books, their legs tangled together and stealing kisses now and then. They sat in utter silence until Daryl heard Murphy in his head. "Is he angry with me?"
"No. He is jealous."
"Of what?"
"You and me."
"Stupid. I am scared the dreams come back."
"They won't. If they do come over."
"Good night Daryl."
"G'night lil' leprechaun."
"I like when yeh call me that."
"I know."
"Dar'?"
"Yes?"
"I love you."
"I love you too, brother."
Daryl smirked and closed his book, kissing Connor's neck and distracting him from his book. Murphy next door looked at the wall that was separating him from Daryl and Connor. They had saved him but why was he so afraid to close his eyes?