AN: Leave a comment if you want this to be a multi-chapter! I will only do so if I gain enough comments. C: also, leave me your prompts in the ask box! I will take prompts from detailed to words to quotes- whatever your heart desires. I will post periodically in the Caryl tag.

I wanted to combine these two prompts, so here is the other one: "Prompt: Judith wants a story. Daryl reinvents the story of Snow White to something more relatable for a child growing up in a zombie apocalypse. With help from Carol." I had a little trouble adapting the story so forgive me!

"Now, you take the needle, loop it through the hole, cross it over and... there! Nice, neat little stitch. You want to try and finish it?"

"Yeah!" Judith replied, grinning and eagerly taking the needle and thread and Daryl's shirt, humming and swinging her legs. The apocalypse had always been life to her since she was old enough to have much of a constant thought, so it didn't seem to phase her very much. In fact, she was a happy, giggly child.

Daryl started to turn the corner to bring home the game he had caught but froze at the sounds of Carol instructing Judith to sew. He stepped back into the shadows, discreetly peering at them, watching silently. He watched Judith move the needle to and fro along the rip in his shirt, mending it perfectly like Carol would have. He smiled to himself. His wife was truly a perfect teacher.

The more he watched though, the more he started to realize. And the more he started to realize, the more he could imagine. He watched the two girls having a good time and found himself helpless to thinking this is what it would be like if they had kids. They hadn't, because Carol either wasn't ready or all in all they had decided it would be better not to. They hadn't discussed it much yet, like the beginning of their relationship, but eventually they would come to a verbal decision. After all, they were only in their thirties.

He shook himself, forcing it out of his mind and stepping out from the shadows, greeting them.

"Uncle, can you tell me a story?"

"What?" Daryl started, looking rather taken aback. He wasn't very good at stories, or so he thought, nor very creative. "Why are you asking me? Why not ask your aunt?"

Judith just grinned that semi-toothy grin. She had pulled out one of her baby teeth not too long ago. Rick had never taught her the tooth fairy story, and instead the group had scrambled to find her some nice jewelry for pulling out her first tooth- literally. Everyone had gone into a panic about it. Family life was almost normal among them. She waved her arms a little against the firelight, exclaiming, "You seem like a really good storyteller!"

Daryl frowned, looking down, not saying anything, contemplating. Judith began to look disappointed after a long moment, returning to eating and seeming to damper the mood of the rest of the group, before Carol suddenly spoke up. "Once upon a time, a long time ago, there was a beautiful little girl born... She grew into a beautiful young woman and her father forced her to be wed to an evil man."

Daryl suddenly jumped in, saying softly, "The evil man wanted her dead so he could inherit the throne after her father couldn't be King anymore. The land was barren because of his evil spirit, filled with monsters and walkers. One day, he sent one of his servants, an archer, to take the beautiful woman to the woods to get rid of her... You see, the archer was actually a Prince, but he wanted to be a normal man. He was enchanted by the Princess since the day he met her. He drew his bow and arrow but could not let it fly... and she begged him that if he let her go, she would run away into the woods and never be seen again."

Carol smiled, catching one. She paused, before continuing softly, "The woman found a house in the woods with seven little children. They all helped each other live together and they made sure everyone was fed and healthy. She lived with them and did their laundry, cooked their dinner, and sang them to sleep. It was perfect, much better than living at the castle where she was always so sad..."

Daryl shifted so he was more comfortable, some of the other muffling snickers at the story when he scooted closer to Carol, putting a hand on her knee. "The archer Prince told the evil man that she was gone. Alas, when he consulted with a magical mirror, he found she was not. So instead, he disguised himself as an old farmer, traveling through the monsters and walkers to find the young woman. He offered her bread and food for her children, leading her deeper into the woods to show her something. But it was a trick, and a walker bit her, enchanting her into a deep sleep..."

Carol smiled and placed her hand over his, knowing Judith was yet much too young to be explained the concept of death until she was at least six or seven. "The beautiful girl, Snow White, could only be awakened by a kiss of true love. The children brought her back to the house and the archer Prince came by to see her. With just one kiss, she awoke from her slumber... The king was no longer, so she married the Prince instead and banished the evil man..."

Carol smiled, patting his knee, urging him to finish the story. He made a meek sound in the back of his throat, before continuing in almost a murmur, "Without the evil, the walkers all vanished. The land flourished and everyone was happy. The couple had three little girls... and maybe one more. And they lived... happily ever after..."

Everyone clapped their hands, and Judith looked in awe. Suddenly, out of the blue, she said, "You're talking about you and auntie, uncle Daryl!"

Daryl laughed, smirking a little, slapping his knee, mockingly saying, "Aww, I been caught, ain't I, honey?"

Carol just purred a little, pecking his lips, giving him a little nuzzle, patting his chest, whispering in his ear, referring to the end of the story with the children, "We'll talk."

Daryl grinned stupidly, allowing Judith to hug him, rubbing her back. "The story was beaaauuutiful, uncle," she bubbled, starting to get sleepy from dinner.

Rick rose from his spot, wandering over to them and lifting her up, saying softly, "And it's time for little princesses to go to bed..." He looked over at Daryl, mouthing, "Thank you." He gave him a thumbs up, winking at Daryl before wandering to their shelter.

Daryl softened, smiling to himself, walking with Carol back to where they had been staying.

Tonight had been a good night.

Everyone was starting to dream again.