Author's note: I totally forgot this story even existed, honestly. When I looked back and reread it, I realized I actually do like this story. I have no idea what I want to do with it, but I decided to play around with it again. To let anyone easily offended know, there is a graphic sexual scene in this chapter, so if it's not your thing maybe skip this chapter. Please give me some feedback! Favorite me or subscribe, anything. :)

That night Daryl laid in bed, staring at the ceiling. Daryl hardly ever had a problem falling asleep. He was usually snoring before his head hit the pillow. Tonight though, he found himself counting the tiles in the ceiling above, or looking out the window on the wall beside him, gazing out at the harvest moon that hung overhead. He'd never say it aloud, but he loved looking at the moon and the stars. They were beautiful, and they made him feel a little bit more whole. When Daryl looked up at the moon, whether it was just a little toenail shaped sliver in the sky, or full and round, he didn't feel so alone. Daryl could almost feel all the hundreds of other people looking up at the same sight by him.

Daryl looked away from the ceiling and to his side, where Kendall was lying on her back with her face turned towards him. Her eyes were shut, her mouth slightly agape and her breathing was heavy. As usual, she had kicked off the red comforter so that it only covered one leg and part of her torso. A corner of her black tank top had ridden up and exposed her hipbone. Daryl wondered, as he looked at the white flesh, what things would have been like had the accident not happen. She would have been eight months along now, they would have known what sex the baby would have been. They would have gone shopping for things like cradles, strollers, clothes and toys, which Daryl knew he would have complained about the entire time, but part of him still wished it had happened. He studied Kendall for awhile, looking at her features; she was that kind of pretty that never went out of style, the kind of good looking that always was, and always would be. It was one of the things that had hooked him to her; she had the most feminine appearance possible; delicate but sultry features; long, wavy reddish brown hair and an hour glass figure. At the same time, Kendall had always been able to keep up with Daryl and his friends between joking and drinking. Kendall easily morphed into 'one of the guys'. He had loved that about her, she was the only girl in the history of his entire life (Maw included) he felt he could actually talk to. Kendall didn't twist his words in all kinds of weird ways like most girls seemed to, no; Kendall always understood Daryl. In between his memories of going to the bar with her, taking her on shot for shot, came a cold streak as he remembered her sobbing voice when he came home from work that night.

"Daryl, I'm so sorry," Kendall had said. Her eyes were red and puffy from crying, and new streams of tears came as he walked into the living room, where she was sitting on the couch with her knees to her chest.

"What are you talking about?" Daryl asked as he reached up and wiped some black oil off of his cheekbone with the sleeve of his monkey suit and plopped down in the blue recliner across from her. He had just gotten home from work at the auto repair shop, and he was used to cracking open a beer and watching TV with Kendall and her crying had scared him, already setting him up for a bad reaction. Kendall hadn't been able to answer him right off, she had started to sob harder when she tried to speak, and that had sent a shiver through Daryl, both of pity and anger. Why did she have to prolong whatever the tragedy was? Fear had started to eat at him, like piranhas chowing down on a good slab of meat.

"I-I lost the baby," She finally managed to get out. Daryl looked away from her and out into the dining room. Everything was quiet, he couldn't hear Merle roaring with laughter at something on the TV in his basement room, and the neighbors weren't blasting their music, all there was the cheerful chirping of birds outside.

"How?" Daryl asked, who still didn't dare to chance a look at Kendall. He remembered looking at the ceiling and the floor as if they were a Van Gogh painting, just to avoid looking at her.

"I-I was at work and when I was going up the stairs to get back to my office, a client ran into me hard and took me out…" She choked out. Daryl cringed when he remembered what he had done next. He had risen to his feet, though he hardly remembered doing so. He had been so angry, the term 'seeing red' was the perfect definition of how he had felt. Kendall had only been three months into the pregnancy when the accident happened; they had only known they were going to be parents for a little over a month, but in that time Daryl had let himself get more and more excited over the idea of being a Dad. At first, he had been terrified, but the more he thought about it the more he liked the idea. Daryl wasn't getting any younger, he had found the girl he loved, nothing made more sense than to have a baby, really. Daryl had yelled at Kendall, telling her if she didn't want it she should have just kept her legs closed. He had called her irresponsible, and had then knocked her favorite vase over, the one her great Grandmother had brought with her from England. It had shattered to the floor in a hundred pieces, making blue porcelain blades all over the floor.

As if Kendall knew what he was thinking she twitched in her sleep before waking. She blinked a few times to clear her vision, looking confused as if she didn't know where she was before looking over at him and giving him a tired smile.

"What're you still doing awake?" She asked in a yawn as she threw the comforter back over herself and hitched across the bed to rest her head on Daryl's chest.

"Couldn't fall asleep," He replied as he wrapped an arm around her shoulders and rested his bristly chin on top of her head.

"Any particular reason?" She asked as she ran her hand up and down his bare side.

"Nah, not tha' I can think of," Daryl replied, giving a small shrug. "Ken?"

"What?" She asked in yet another yawn.

"I wanted to let you know, I wouldn'ta let that fuckin' freak bite you earlier," He said in such a low whisper Kendall hardly even heard it. She had heard him though, and his words made her fully wake up. She propped herself up on her shoulder and looked down at him. The moon shown so brightly that she could see all of his features perfectly, every line, every whisker. Most people wouldn't have made much out of what Daryl had said; it seemed like a common thing for a man to say to a woman in the circumstances of what had happened that afternoon. Kendall knew Daryl though, and knew that in Daryl-language, he was saying 'sorry'.

"You been drinking?" She asked. Her eyes weren't narrowed and her expression wasn't accusative, she was sincerely curious.

"Not a drop, babe," Daryl said and placed his hand over his heart. "Scouts honor," He added in a wink. Kendall broke out into a warm smile, and as she tucked a long, wavy lock of hair behind her ear she leaned down and placed a kiss on his lips. It wasn't the stiff, cold kisses they had shared recently, the kind they had only given one another because they felt like they had to. Kendall was kissing him like she meant it, like she wanted to.

"I love you," Kendall said as she rested her forehead to his.

"I know you do," Daryl said in a laugh. "You sure as hell know I love yah back. Why else would I put up with yer crazy shit all the time?"

"Good point," Kendall agreed in a laugh mixed within a yawn. "How do you think that guys doing right now?" She then asked. Daryl sighed.

"Well, he lost four ah his fingers. But, besides that I'm sure he's okay, Ken. The ambulance got here pretty damn quick," Daryl replied. "I don't wanna think about that though,"

"What do you want to think about?" She asked. Daryl didn't answer, but only gave her an evil grin before rolling over so that he was on top of her and reaching up and pinning her hands above her head.

"You an' me," He finally said as he lowered his head and crashed his lips to hers. He kissed her hard, and rolled his tongue around against hers and grinded his hips against her, making her gasp, to his delight. "Take yer fuckin' clothes off, now," Daryl said after about ten minutes of making out.

"What about Merle? What if he hears us?"

"Don't care. Take 'em off," Daryl said as he reached down and roughly yanked her black tank top over her head, leaving her upper half completely exposed. "You best work on getting those pants off," Daryl whispered as he bent over and cupped her breasts, one in each hand. He slowly started to massage and them, occasionally letting a thumb graze over her pink nipple before lowering his mouth to them. He sucked at the soft, satiny flesh for a few seconds before, without warning, gently bit down which made Kendall squeal. Daryl's warmth and touch had been missed, Kendall realized as he moved from her chest and started kissing and dragging his stubbly chin down her white torso. Kendall had been so caught up in her anger and resentment to him that she had forgotten how good Daryl was, in multiple senses of the word.

"Yah didn't take 'em off," Daryl hissed as he got to his mouth to the hem of where he pajama pants started. He ran his hands up her legs, sending shivers through her when he touched her thighs, and hooked his fingers around her panties and pants and pulled them both down in one fell swoop. "Yer gonna pay for that later," He added in a wink before leaning down and planting a kiss on her thigh, followed by another higher up which he spent some time on, sucking hard and biting at the tender flesh, which was a painful pleasure he knew Kendall loved. He could hear her gritting her teeth, and quietly hissing as the stinging.

"You can't make me," Kendall replied playfully as she reached down between her legs and ran her fingers through Daryl's smooth brown hair. Daryl lifted his head just enough to make eye contact with her and raised a brow.

"Just you wait, girlie," Was all Daryl said before he leaned his head down and flicked her clitoris with his tongue, making her jerk a little in delight. Daryl repeated the motion a few times, every time savoring her reactions and little noises and adding longer licks and gentle sucking to the mix. Once the time came to his liking he slid his tongue down and entered her as much as he could. Daryl let his tongue move around, exploring every inch of her, and enjoying her taste. Daryl let his thumb stay on her clit, moving in slow motions but picking up speed along with Kendall's breathing. It was just before Daryl knew Kendall was about to come that he pulled back.

"Told yah I was gonna make yah pay," Daryl said in a wink as he got up on his knees.

"What? You've got to be fuckin' kidding me," Kendall exclaimed.

"Nope. I'm thirty now, gonna get some water," Daryl replied and turned away from her and was about to get off the bed when he felt Kendall's arms wrap around his waist and pull him back to her. He could feel her breasts on the back of his ribcage, and smiled. She had reacted just as he knew she would, which he was thankful of. Daryl knew if she hadn't caved, he surely would have. His erection was far too much to handle.

"No, you're not," Kendall whispered. Her lips were right next to his ear, and he could feel the heat from her breath wash over it and his cheek. Kendall moved her hands to his shoulders and turned him to her and pressed her lips to his. Daryl pulled away from the kiss and pushed her down on the bed before getting on top of her and continuing to the part he had been waiting for the most.

After they were done, Daryl slept the best he had in months. When he woke up in the morning, Kendall was still fast asleep beside him. Her long dark hair was covering her face and her hands were neatly folded beside her. Daryl looked down at her and smiled before tucking her hair behind her ear and giving her a gentle kiss on the forehead. Daryl got out of the bed, stretched his arms up over his head and slid on a black T-shirt and gray boxers and headed down stairs where Merle was already up and sitting on the couch with a beer in hand, even though it was only 9am.

"Why the fuck are you still here? Don't you work or something?" Merle asked as Daryl walked down the stairs, and didn't even once take his eyes off of the TV where Walker Texas Ranger was playing.

"It's Sunday. Ken and my day off," Daryl said as he plopped down on the couch beside his brother.

"Well, that makes sense why you two were goin' at it like fuckin' apes last night," Merle said, still not moving his gaze from the television. Daryl normally would have been embarrassed, but since it was Merle he didn't care at all. He knew if Kendall heard Merle say that she'd be mortified, though.

"Yeah,"

"Sounded good, that's fer sure," Merle said. "Would be lyin' if I said I didn't touch myself to it a couple times," Daryl looked over at his brother and furrowed his brows.

"Because of her, yah idjit,"

"Oh,"

"By the way, I was watchin' the news this morning. All kinds of fucked up people are walkin' around bitin' people, so that freak you was talking about wasn't so special anyway. All kindsa people 'r in the hospital,"