This is very much for you Alva Starr! I hope you have a great day.

Happy Easter everyone.

Désirée trotted down the slope of the hill where she knew the vehicle would be waiting that they were taking. Stepping into the court-yard she was greeted by a few people as she passed and seen her father stand. She sighed knowing he was going to try to talk her out of going like he had been since she told him.

He didn't like the thought of her being out there just like she didn't like the thought of Daryl going without her. She wouldn't be moved on this, he would have better luck talking Daryl into staying at the prison.

He fell in step with her and she felt his tension immediately and blew out a breath. Coming to a stop a bit away from everyone so he could get his next round of bitching out-of-the-way she waited him out. She almost laughed at the similarity in talking to him verses talking to Daryl.

He eyed her for a second before his scanned the area. She knew what he was looking at without looking over her shoulder. The loud barking laughter gave it away immediately. She smiled knowing that Merle was probably giving Daryl some type of shit but she growled knowing that the shitty look he was shooting was aimed at the man.

"You know he didn't ask me to go, right?" She snapped crossing her arms.

Arvin's eyes came back to hers, "Then why the hell are you going? There is no reason for you to go out there. Let him take Merle or hell I'll even go. It wouldn't be the first time me and him have done runs together."

Désirée shifted her weight thinking over exactly why she was going. Her father was aware of the relationship she had with Daryl, hell even pushed her to be more open about it. She looked at him and then turned to where she was standing next to him looking to where Daryl and Merle both were. Their laughter had died down and Merle was gesturing talking to Daryl in a heated fashion. Daryl was scuffing his boot across the ground looking down shaking his head.

"Don't look like Merle wants him goin' out." Arvin spoke in a lowered tone.

Désirée nodded, "He had a close call."

Arvin rubbed his scruff and nodded, "He worries for his brother."

Désirée huffed out a breath, "I get it dad I do. But I can't not go. Where he goes I go."

Arvin didn't speak but she felt his resignation without even looking at him. He turned his hand hitting her shoulder and he tightened his grip pulling her to him before he looked at him. "He'll take care of you."

Désirée watched him walk away with an odd feeling churning in her stomach. She knew her feelings on Daryl, she loved him. There just was no way around that for her. She knew her father like him also, but she felt lost at how he responded. It was his eyes, his eyes always spoke more than he ever did.

Daryl broke away from Merle and started straight for the vehicles whistling for her as he went. She turned looking away from her father and headed for him. She felt eyes on her but just ignored it as she made her way to him. He was looking past her and nodding his head in understanding before his eyes came back to hers.

"He's mad at me." Daryl stated.

Désirée turned looking at her father and seen him sulking off to the side. She sighed and shook her head pulling Daryl with her, "He's not mad at you." Daryl arched an eyebrow at her but said no more as they tossed their stuff in the back of the truck they were taking. His silence wasn't comforting like it usually was. She didn't want any tension between the two of them in the slightest.

"He'll just take a bit to get use to it." Désirée smiled.

Daryl shook his head, "He knew from the beginning that we were together. He's had time."

Désirée turned looking at him in the vehicle as they drove from the compound. How long had her father known? For the most part she had kept everything hush hush, Maggie had found out by chance. But her father, he never brought it up to her. It was clear though that he had Daryl early on.

"What did he say to you when he first approached you?"

Daryl smiled slightly shaking his head, "Threatened to make me useless to a woman."

Désirée snorted trying to hold back a laugh but it done no good. Daryl looked at her leaning back in his seat his arm dangling out the window catching the wind in his hand forcing the cool breeze to channel through the vehicle.

"Sounds like my dad." Désirée grinned, "He's hated any man whoever tried to get close to me. He always said they weren't no count and that they were pussies. Not men in the slightest."

Désirée looked Daryl over feeling that burn to start low in her core and radiate outwards. It was something that only Daryl had ever been able to do. "He does like you."

Daryl nodded his head not saying anything but keeping his eyes on the road. She let him alone knowing that until her father stopped his sulking towards Daryl that his mind would be set in stone. If she was to push they'd both tell her it was something between men to fuck off. She knew without a doubt though that it was just her father having a hard time accepting that she really wasn't a kid anymore and had found a man that wasn't going anywhere.

What probably got him even more is that he genuinely like Daryl from the start. They had hit it off before she even had spoken to him. There wasn't anything her father could really say to pick him apart like he did other men she had dated. He had even pushed her to make sure it was understood they were together and in the act it pushed it to the front of his mind that he wasn't the only man in his daughters world anymore.

"When we get here stay close." Daryl warned.

Désirée sighed and nodded, "I know Daryl we went over this last night and this morning."

"Then make sure you listen."

She growled pushing her door open as he did and they started through the door. She had the list of the things that they would need and things that would be luck. They were both aware though of things that would be luxuries to have back at the prison. They kept their eyes sweeping through the building clearing every room before they even started their search.

Once Daryl was sure that it was safe enough to start searching they started back at square one. They worked quick and efficient together and luck was on their side. Daryl was moving from the room and jerked his head at her as he left. She moved to follow him seeing him duck into the next room on from them.

Désirée started down the hall but stopped when she heard something thud a little father up the hall. Making sure Daryl was where she thought she walked silently up towards the sound not sure what she'd find. Pulling her knife from its sheath she slinked down the hall silently peaking around the corner.

She let out a breath and moved further in seeing a bird flying around the room trying to find a way out. The windows were shut keeping it caged and she moved over swing the wide window open letting it have it's freedom. The view from the room was beautiful overlooking the water that was tucked back into the trees being filled by the fast flowing river.

"What the fuck are you doin' Des?" Daryl barked stepping into the room.

She turned realizing she had been here longer than she realized. His eyes were pissed and his body screamed with the tension in his body. His entire frame was tensed up making his muscles standout all the more.

"Are you gonna fuckin' answer me? I said stay with me! What the fuck did you do?" He snapped moving further into the room.

Désirée growled, "I'm not a goddamn kid Daryl! I don't need another fuckin' daddy!"

He recoiled from her his anger spiking he dropped his shit to the floor his chest heaving, "You don't fuckin' need?"

He was walking towards her. If she hadn't already been hit face first with his anger and seen the snapping of the electricity in his eyes she'd been fooled by his easy gait. But she knew better. She was being hunted.

He circled around her not speaking and she held her breath knowing she'd pushed him. She felt his grip on the back of her neck as he pulled her back into him. She keened low in her throat from the feeling of being pinned between him and the wall. The cold of the concrete mixed with the furnace of heat that he was doing odd things to her body.

Rocking her hips back into him pushing her ass into him roughly. She felt the bandanna that he'd had tied around his face earlier in the day when he was moving bodies still hanging around his throat. Tightening her grip in it she jerked him forward into her and a deep growl washed over her as her hips picked up their pace against him.

His hands were around her pulling her belt open and her zipper down not wasting time. "Can't listen to one fuckin' thing can you?"

"Nope."

His fingers slipped into her pants past her underwear and sunk into her instantly. "Fuckin' shit Des."

Pulling him more by his bandanna, "Don't tease Daryl, fuck me."

The sound of his belt jingling open met her ears and she forced her pants down her thighs leaning on the window seat arching her ass out to him. The view was still beautiful and scorched into her memory but tinted with the lust she was now feeling.

His heat surrounded her and he forced her knees up into the window seat as he lined himself up with her and pushed in. She sucked in a breath at the feel of him but he wasted no time. He gripped her hips roughly his other hand sliding up to the back of her neck forcing her forward more. His hands kept their bruising hold on her as his body slammed in and out of her over and over.

She looked over her shoulder, "Harder goddamn you."

Daryl growled meeting her eyes, "Fuckin' listen to me when I tell you something then."

She nodded her head willing to tell him anything he wanted in that moment to feel him in her the way she wanted. Daryl spun her suddenly her back colliding with the wall behind the seat. He was kneeling in the seat between her legs as he jerked them up over his shoulder pulling her hips up to him. It was putting her body in a severe arch towards him unable to fight in the slightest.

Daryl met her eyes as each inch of him sunk into her again. She bit her lip and lifted her hips as much as she could into encouraging him to go deeper. When he was bottomed out she moaned feeling her muscles coil around him trying to hold him in place. Daryl grunted and started up his pace again his body shadowing hers entirely only giving her the view of him,

She gripped the bandanna pulling him down to her wanting be able to claim his mouth. As soon as he was close enough she bit his low lip causing him to growl and hit harder inside her. The kiss turned ravenous their anger burning through them and exhausting itself.

Desiree's head tipped back a long low moan breaking free as her world tipped on her. Daryl carried her through her climax seeking his own his groans feeding her own pleasure. She whimpered fighting to keep her eyes open able to feel him throbbing inside her and emptying head was buried in the crook of her shoulder and he let her legs drop from their forced position high on his shoulders. She was able to take the weight off her shoulders and relax more on to her back.

"Can't disappear like that on me Des." His voice was strained as he panted trying to get his breath back.

She nodded her head running her hand under his shirt to his slick back. "I know. I'm sorry."

Daryl tightened his grip on her, "I wont lose you."

Désirée let out breath her arms tightening around him, "Love you."

She felt his smirk on the side of her neck followed by the feel of his lips as he kissed over a bite mark. He pulled back looking down at her and pulling back slightly slipping from her body. She watched him right his clothes and started on her own.

They finished out the rest of run her sticking close to him not searching on her own. She kept casting glances at him still able to see something burning behind his movements but not sure what it was. He wasn't looking at her head on and she wouldn't be able to get a good read on him until she seen his eyes.

Getting in the truck she turned towards him but his voice scolded her, "Buckle up."

She nodded snapping the belt in place, "Daryl don't shut me out."

He started the engine not speaking at first but she could see him working it out. She set back knowing they had a while till they were at the prison, enough time for him to get there if he was gonna talk.

He shifted in his seat, "I don't want shit with your father Des."

She looked over at him, "What do you mean?"

Daryl sighed chewing his thumb nail, "I get that your his only kid and all he's got left but you aint a kid."

She nodded her head in understanding, "He doesn't have a problem with you Daryl he's just being a dad."

She seen him tighten his jaw and knew that parental figures were a touchy subject with him. She didn't need to ask why she seen his back her own hands had mapped his child hood.

The gates were pulled open for them as they neared the prison and they drove through not wasting anytime in getting to where they usually parked for unloading. Coming to a stop Daryl looked over at her his face unreadable but the intensity behind his eyes made her heart leap into her throat. He was looking her over before locking eyes with her. He got out of the truck waiting for her at her door as she climbed out his face still stoic. He caught her wrist not letting her walk away. He looked up at him and he pulled her to him his hand tipping her head back as he buried his head in the crook of her neck taking a deep breath.

"I can't lose you Des. You're my home."

She kept quiet knowing that saying too much with him could be fatal. She let him get it off his chest and nodded to his words in agreement letting him know she felt the same. He stepped back from her his head turning and he huffed out a breath walking towards the bed of the truck.

Merle appeared moving towards them his normal condescending smile in place as he looked at his brother. He was his normal self but she seen his eyes sweep Daryl quickly then her looking them over for injury. Rick walked out clapping him on the back smiling at everything they managed to get.

"Hershel will be happy to see all this. Y'all did good."

Daryl nodded helping grab stuff handing her both of their packs. She took them walking closer to them as her father neared. He looked her over his eyes lingering on the marks Daryl's beard had left on her. She met his eyes but his had softened since the morning when they had left. She smiled knowing that Daryl bringing her back unharmed was a test for her father to fully accept that the man he was trusting his daughter with would protect her.

Arvin walked closer to them and she watched as Daryl's back stiffened slightly. Her father nodded at him motioning to him. Neither man looked at her as they walked away. Rick and Merle both shot her a look but she waved them off knowing.

Merle snorted, "Ya daddy is probably threatening him again."

Désirée raised an eyebrow at him in question and she seen Rick start smiling laughing. Glenn showed up then helping them unload the truck. Merle pushed off some looking at her, a shit eating grin spreading across his face. With that look alone she felt her face heat up not sure where he was going with it.

"You come back here with beard burn walking like you're gonna die and you think ya own dad aint gonna notice?" Merle barked out a laugh.

She heard Rick and Glenn's soft laughter and huffed walking away from them. Merle's laughter chased her to the cell block but she couldn't help but to smile at the thought of beard burn. Something about it set her on fire and she grinned walking into their joined cell now setting their stuff down.