AN: hey new chapter. Trigger warning for violent imagery at the ending.

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Chapter 16

She was worried about him. That was the last thing he wanted. Her mind was freely open to him now, he saw how she would frequently put the needs of others before herself. She was starting to break free from the pain of her past the last thing he wanted was for her to spend her time worrying about him.

It was two days since his dream. He'd scoured the newspapers trying to find a story about two sisters abducted to no luck. Every detail of the dream he had written down at Carol's suggestion so he didn't forget them. Like he could ever forgets. The image of the little Greene girl's face when her captor had found her escaping still haunted him to this day.

He had survived a hell so deep, no child should be subjected to, he had broken free, even when Merle...had not. Merle had stayed, stayed with the monster. Stayed with his daddy when Daryl had left town. The fight they had had been epic. Daryl had been adamant the old man didn't deserve any loyAlty from them. Merle had said you don't leave blood. Merle had stayed , stayed when the old man was diagnosed with cancer, stayed and taken him to all his appointments. Stayed and saw him put to rest. Stayed and overdosed on pills a few days after the old man went into the ground.

He knew what had given him the strength to break free, to leave his toxic home. It was Carol, and his gift. The connection to her had sustained him even when he had been at his loneliest. Mourning Merle. Mourning what could have been for his family. She had been there, he could reach out to her with his mind. Some nights he had held her in his mind,holding on to her for dear life. His gift had shown him the truth, what he needed to do to better his life. He knew he was doing the right thing. Didn't mean it hurt any less. Even before he found her she eased his pain.

He had gotten out alive, he was lucky, his life was the best it had been. What use was this gift of he couldn't help others? Help kids. Carol had almost died before he had figured out how to find her.

He sighed turning away from his work, bracing his forearm against the wall, he rested his head.

He felt her presence before he felt her touching him. Her concern for him rolling off her in waves.

Her tiny hands touched his back shyly and suddenly she was massaging his back, easing away the tension that had been locked into his muscles for two days.

"You need a break." She said softly.

"I'm alright, trying to keep my mind occupied. It's like waiting for watched pot to boil. I need to see something else about those girls." He said in frustration.

"You will."

He snorted "you don't know that." He murmured.

She wrapped her arms around his back, and placed her cheek to his back. "You've done more for me than anyone has my whole life, I have faith in you. You will." She whispered.

She let go of him slipping around I. Front of him and under his arms. Until her back was against the wall and his arms were braced on either side of her head.

"I have faith." She whispered again with a smile pressing her forehead to his, touching his face. "You gift is showing you everything that's meant to be. You found me, it was meant to be."

Fuck she was sweet. He groaned as he brushed his lips over hers. Her hands were increasingly bold as he felt her hands on his back trailing down to his ass.

He had his hands at her waist and he growled when a very timid thought entered her mind.

Touch me.

"How" he panted and felt himself go hard and dripping at the images that floated through her mind.

He picked her up bridal style and carried her to the back office. A perplexed Ruby cocked her head to the side as he shut her out of the office.

He set her down on the leather couch and she stared up at him in wonder.

"Are you sure?" He said hoarsely as he pressed kisses down her neck.

"Yes"she moaned.

"Change your mind anytime, I'll stop." He muttered, his hands working the buttons on her shirt as she was opening his belt buckle.

"I know" she said with a smile.

She loved him, he realized suddenly. Just as much as he loved her. She loved him for him. She just wasn't ready to say it yet. He was dumbstruck. He'd never felt this from anyone. The warmth, the trust. The complete happiness at his existence. It was like floating in a warm bath. No one had ever loved him like this. He felt his eyes get suspiciously wet when he had her naked on that couch, staring up at him in longing, with lust. No doubts in her mind.

"You ok?" She whispered as he slid down once he was naked on top of her.

"Yeah" he said hoarsely hiding his forehead in her neck. "This is just the best moment of my life." He said gruffly.

He soon couldn't stop himself from touching her. His hands following trails where her mind lead him. He knew how she wanted to be touched she was showing him the way. He was connected to her, in more ways than he could every imagine as his hand found her core and found her more than ready for him. His lust only intensified when he felt her response.

I need you.

He nodded linning himself up with her entrance. Pushing into her until he was settled into her warmth.

He was almost undone at the wave of emotion that hit him, and the physical sensation. She was so incredible happy. She felt as though she was flying. It was a exhilarating feeling for her to know she had pushed far enough past her demons to allow herself to enjoy intimacy with him. She was proud of herself.

"I'm proud of you too baby." He whispered as he began to thrust into her. Every thrust sending him further into her tight warm walls. The sensation of her, such a tight wet heat was beautiful. He felt himself go deeper into her mind without even meaning to. He loved her, he wanted every part of her imprinted on his mind. He wanted them to be connected. Their souls twisted together in knots that would never come undone. He wanted to leave a mark somehow.

He was becoming frantic as he felt her nearing her release. He felt her, she closed her eyes, and visualized herself running up a cliff and diving without fear into the ocean. Her body exhilarating in the feel as she gasped and screamed his name. He ran right over the same cliff, his body spasm ing with an orgasm like he'd never had and caught her. Luxuriating in the feel of holding her too him in the water and kissing her lips as they both came down from their high. He was almost surprised when they opened their eyes and they were lying on the couch.

He got up and opened the door for Ruby, who was demanding to be let in, then went back to the couch pulling an old quilt on top of them as he spooned her body.

She was drifting, content. Headed towards sleep. He'd never seen anyone more beautiful.

I love you, he whispered in his mind.

"Hmmm, love you too." She sighed before letting out a soft snore.

Xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

It was a nice house. Daryl was swimming, diving through the ocean again. His mind, open to the scenes he would see below. The house caught his attention. He swam closer when something caught his eye.

It was in the bedroom of the house. Two people were sleeping in the bed. He gasped when he realized they had bullet holes in their forehead. He turned away from the sight in horror, a photo on the wall catching his eye.

The couple from the bed, happy, smiling with two kids. They were holding a sign that said "The Samuels 2015". The two kids were the girls from his dream. Lizzie and Mika.

Xxxxxxxxxxx

Daryl gasped coming awake on the couch. Carol was still asleep beside him, samdwhiched in between him and Ruby who had crawled on beside her. He slid up without waking her, slipped on his jeans and went over to his desk pulling out a card.

He stared at the card, his mind in turmoil. It was what he had always sworn he would not do. Expose himself in anyway to authority. He sighed, screw it, he thought. He wasn't ashamed of what he was.

Grabbing his phone he keyed in the number. "Yeah...can I speak to Rick Grimes please? Tell him it's Daryl Dixon."