Shawn
"What are we gonna call him?" Daryl asked as he walked around the small room, holding his son in his arms as he slept. Beth was still in bed, still sore and tired from giving birth.
She ran a hand through her still damp hair and looked at him. "Shawn." She smiled remembering her older brother. She wanted her son to represent all of the things Shawn had stood for.
"After your brother?" Daryl asked.
Beth nodded her head. "Yeah. Shawn was…god he was great. He was over protective; he would have punched you more than once." She giggled as Daryl rolled his eyes. "He was funny too, whenever I was having a bad day he could tell me the stupidest joke in the world but I always laughed. Smart too. Daddy was losing crops one year because the irrigation system couldn't reach everything. Shawn invented a new system and built it so all of the fields got water." She smiled and looked up at Daryl. "One night, I had gone out with some friends and things had gotten a little tense. They were all drinking and inviting boys over. I was terrified. He came and got me at two in the morning and promised not to tell daddy."
Daryl sat on the side of the bed and gently passed their son to her as he started to wake. Beth guided him to her breast so he could eat. "Alright, I like Shawn," he whispered, resting his head against hers.
Beth smiled and rubbed Shawn's cheek with her finger. Her brother would be proud of the woman she'd become.