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The large concrete building stuck out like a sore thumb in the Georgia forest. Within it's multiple chain link fences topped with barbwire and tall guard towers were some of the states most violent criminals. Somewhere beyond the gates and iron bars was Jameson's brother and if Daryl was honest, he was slightly intimidated meeting the guy. It wasn't like him to be scared of anything and it wasn't that he was necessarily scared of the guy but he was nervous about what the visit could lead to. If Johnnie hated him would Jameson stop seeing him? Would she cut ties because her brother didn't like him? What if he took one look at Daryl and saw what a redneck piece of shit he was? Would Johnnie be able to see just how little he deserved Jameson? Those questions had kept Daryl up all night while he watched her sleep.

Daryl had visited Merle in countless prisons and jails but never a super max. The process of getting into the visiting area took at least an hour. They were both searched and put through metal detectors. Jameson seemed to be used to the process but was just as thrown off by the constant scathing looks by the guards. It was as if visiting an inmate confirmed to them that you were a criminal also. Daryl kept glaring at a particular shitty guard who not only eyefucked Jameson but treated her like garbage when she asked if they would allow her to bring two books in for her brother.

"Can't bring 'em in sweetheart, sides Johnnie boy don't seem like no scholar." The slim ball drawled to her while waving her through the metal detectors. Daryl watched her clench her teeth so hard her jaw popped.

Daryl moved through the process and sat with her while she steamed. He reached over and took her hand, rubbing his thumb across her knuckles trying to calm his girl. Sighing loudly she turned to him with a wry smile, "Sorry. That fat fucker is an asshole every time I come here and I don't know why it gets to me."

"It gets to ya because he's talkin' shit 'bout your brother. Fat bastard's a prison guard for fucksakes, ain't no scholars workin' in this shithole." Daryl said roughly while giving the guy the stinky eye. Jameson laughed and laid her head against his shoulder, "Thanks for coming Daryl."

"S'nothin'. Jus' hope your brother doesn't hate me." he drawled while smirking. Jameson shrugged and whispered, "What's he gonna do, write me an angry letter?"

"Nah he'll jus' send Big Red after me." he rasped while squeezing her knee. Jameson laughed again and gave him a tiny grin. "Nothin's coming between us Daryl."

He watched Jameson smile sweetly and threw an arm over her shoulder, pulling her into his side. The pair waited another half hour before they were called to the iron gate leading into the visitation booths. After a few loud buzzing alarms two gates opened and they were walked into a long room filled with tiny cubicles. Each cubicle had a large plexiglass window and telephone. On the other side of the plexiglass Daryl could see a line of prisoners waiting to come in and see their loved ones or lawyers. Jameson and Daryl walked down to the end and sat on uncomfortable metal stools, waiting for her brother to be led in. Daryl saw a guard walking with a large man, his hands cuffed in front of his orange jumpsuit. He had reddish hair like Jameson but it was cropped short to his skull. His thick arms were muscular and covered in black and gray tattoos. Without looking at his face anyone would be intimidated by the guy but the giant grin and huge dimple kind of dampened the hardened criminal persona. Jameson stood up and smiled, putting a hand on the glass while the guard uncuffed his hands, attaching one to the table in front of him, leaving one hand free to hold the phone.

Daryl watched him blink away tears and put his large hand on the glass in front of hers. After a second they sat down and picked up the phones. Jameson held it in between them so Daryl could hear a muffled version of the conversation.

"Johnnie this is Daryl, Daryl my big brother Johnnie." Jameson said with a shy smile. Johnnie narrowed his eyes for a long moment before breaking into a grin, "How's it goin'?"

Daryl smirked slightly and nodded, "T'sgood. Glad to get through all the bullshit out there."

"That fat fuck still givin' you shit Jamesie?" Johnnie asked with his brow furrowed.

"Yeah. He's an asshole. So how are you? Stayin' out of trouble?" Jameson asked leaning forward, "You cut your hair."

"Yeah it was gettin' too long. Told ya I'd stay outta trouble." He remarked proudly, "What's goin' on out there? Abe helpin' out or is Frank stayin' clear?"

"Haven't seen Frank. Abe's been watchin' and waitin'." She explained, her finger twisting the phone cord. "Rick's been checking in whenever I work and stuff."

"You keepin' an eye on her for me?" Johnnie asked Daryl with a raised eyebrow.

Daryl nodded and grunted, "Yeah. Ain't layin' a finger on her."

"Good man. Ya think ya can handle a drunk asshole with a chip on his shoulder the size of Georgia?" Johnnie asked leaning forward on his arms. Daryl noticed Johnnie has the same colored eyes as Jameson but they were hardened, more calculating. Daryl could tell it was the look of someone doing time. He'd seen it in Merle's eyes before, the eyes of someone always on guard, always looking for the next threat.

Jameson chuckled and shook her head, "Johnnie. Stop."

Daryl squeezed her knee, " t's a'right darlin'. My pa could be your pa's long lost twin. He ain't touchin her again. If he does, me and you are gonna be roomies."

Johnnie threw his head back and laughed then nodded, "Good. So Jamesie what else is going on? Anything fun?"

"Nah. Just workin'. Lori's business has picked up. She mentioned wanting me to work more hours now that she's pulling in more orders for stuff. I might cut back at the bar and take more bakery hours."

Daryl smiled at that news because he loved when she worked at the bakery. Johnnie raised an eyebrow, "I guess you approve."

"Fuck ya. She smells like cupcakes when she comes home and gets free donuts." Daryl replies with a gruff laugh at the elbow she gave him.

"He's only dating me for my donuts." She quipped with a smirk, "Guys got an addiction to.."

"Hey now. I thought we agreed to never speak about that."

"Passion fruit strawberry cream donuts." She finished the sentence with a shit eating grin. Johnnie laughed and said, "Sounds kinda girly man. What happen to good old fashioned glazed or chocolate?"

"She's lyin'. Don't even know what a passion fruit is." Daryl grumbled while giving her a scowl. Jameson laughed and elbowed him again.

"Good to see you smile and laugh sis. Been awhile." Johnnie said with a smile but a flash of sadness in his eyes. Daryl chewed his lip wondering if they wanted some only time but Jameson squeezed his hand under the table silently answering his question.

"Its good to laugh again." She said quietly but looked down looking guilty.

"Hey now. It's good to see you happy. Don't hide it." Johnnie said apparently seeing her guilt as plain as day. He leaned forward speaking quietly, "Jameson its really good to see you happy, don't feel guilty for that shit ok?"

"Johnnie." She started but bit her lip holding back a sob. Daryl pulled her closer and put a soothing hand on her back. Johnnie tucked the phone against his shoulder and put his free hand on the glass. Jameson placed hers against his and sniffed back her tears.

"You are where you should be. Ok?" he said calmly obviously knowing right where his sister's head was. She shook her head but before she could speak he said, "Yes Jameson. I made my choices. I stand by them and the reasons for them. Nothin' good would come of me bein' out there. Nothin'. I'd be out dealin and gettin' arrested anyways. You can live a good life, a full life. No reason for you to give that shit up for somethin' that wasn't your fault."

"It was Johnnie!" she growled lowly.

"No!" he growled back louder which made the guard snap his fingers at the large man. Johnnie huffed out a breath and talked quietly and firmly, "Jameson. I'm gonna get tired of tellin' you this shit. You weren't at fault. Not only was it rainin' but a tire blew out. That other car didn't have their fuckin' lights on. I remember what happened. Nothin you coulda done woulda stopped it. Two drinks or not. It woulda happened."

Daryl looked over at Jameson and saw her scrub her face of tears. He hadn't heard the whole story of the accident but it seemed liked it wasn't her fault. It seemed like they charged him with manslaughter because they wanted to put him away with the trafficking.

"Ok. I'll try, its just hard John. Your in here and I'm out here. It's not fucking fair." She growled her hand in a tight fist.

"Yeah well sugar life ain't fucking fair. We've known that all our lives haven't we?" her brother said with an eyebrow cocked.

Jameson sighed and nodded, "Yeah."

"Ok then. Stop being a big pussy and buck up. Now tell me 'bout your latest baking creations." Johnnie said gruffly but gave her an amused smile.

The rest of the visit was calm and they chatted about everyday stuff. Johnnie told them a story about his cellmate and his desire to find love through a inmate penpal system. Soon the time was up and they needed to say goodbye. Daryl said a quick farewell and let Jameson speak to her brother quietly. He watched her wipe tears away while putting a hand up on the glass again. Johnnie looked torn up seeing her upset but kept himself strong for her. Daryl watched the guard recuff his hands and walk him out, Johnnie kept his head turned looking at Jameson until they shut the thick iron door with a slam. Jameson held Daryl's hand as they exited the prison. She was quiet but didn't seem too upset. They wandered through the parking lot and found Daryl's bike.

"Need a smoke?" he rasped to her while placing a cigarette between his lips. Jameson nodded and sat down on the tiny curb next to the bike. Her arms wrapped around her legs while she rested her cheek against her knees. Daryl looked down at her all curled on the ground and had the urge to scoop her up and hold her. Lighting two cigarettes he sat down next to her, his long legs stretched out in front of them. Daryl handed a smoke to her and wrapped an arm around her small frame, pulling her close. He felt her head rest heavily against his chest and rest his chin on it.

"So…" she drawled before giggling. Daryl snorted and grunted, "Wha'?"

"Did you like my brother?" she asked quietly, her fingers flicking ash off her smoke. Daryl nodded against her head and exhaled a lung full of smoke.

"Yeah. I like him. Ya look alike." He responded thinking of their eyes and hair. Jameson laughed and sat up, tilting her head to see him. "He had shaggy hair the last time I saw him. Glad he cut it. It was too Eddie Vedder."

Daryl snorted and flicked his spent butt away, "How'd ya turn out so small? He's a big fucker." Jameson smiled, "My mom was short like me, shorter actually. She was like five foot and a hundred pounds."

Daryl nodded pulling her close again, kissing the crown of her head. "Le's go get lunch. Want barbecue?"

"Yeah. Sounds good." She replied while stretching her legs out and groaning.

Jameson and Daryl were riding back to town for dinner. It was a warmer day than it had been and Jameson enjoyed the feeling of the sun on her back as she held onto Daryl. The visit had been good and she felt both Daryl and Johnnie liked each other, well as much as they can from behind thick glass. Jameson could tell if they had known each other before Johnnie was put away they would've gotten along. They both had a lot in common, including the desire to protect Jameson. She didn't mind it truthfully. Throughout her childhood and into her twenties she never felt safe. Johnnie did the best he could but he was a kid himself. Now with Daryl by her side she felt like not much could hurt and if it did he would be there to pick her up. It was comforting knowing she had someone who cared. Jameson hadn't realized just how lonely she had been since Johnnie's arrest.

The pair took the curved roads and wound their way through the woods and tiny farming communities. Soon they ended up back in town and headed to the tiny barbecue place on the edge of town. It was a tiny hole in the wall run by Tyreese. Jameson worked with his sister Sasha at the bar and tried to stop in every couple weeks. As they walked up they saw the sign stating the tiny joint was closing shop.

"Well that sucks!" Jameson said angrily, "Sasha didn't tell me he was shutting down."

Daryl grumbled, "Damn shame, best place in three counties."

Jameson walked in after Daryl opened the door for her and walked up to the counter. Tyreese was behind the counter by the grill making burgers.

"Jameson!" he said with a huge grin, "Hows it goin' girl."

Jameson smiled sadly, "Good, Ty how come I'm just seeing you're closing shop? Sasha didn't say anything about it."

Tyreese sighed loudly as he flipped the huge burger patties, "Just put the sign up yesterday. Owner of this building sold to a developer. They're plowin' it down and putting in a Walmart."

Jameson frowned and crossed her arms, "So are you openin' a new place?"

"Can't find a location yet. Not sure what I'll do. Looking for construction work in the mean time." Tyreese said while putting the food together for the two truckers waiting. Jameson chewed her lip and started formulating a plan. Dale had been barely making ends meet and had fired their cook a year ago because he was a thief. Without the food bring in revenue he was struggling to make ends meet which made it impossible for him to get the restaurant running again. It had turned into a vicious circle. Daryl elbowed her when she didn't answer Tyreese's question.

"Huh?" she muttered while focusing on the two amused men. "Sorry I was just thinking… I might have an idea for you but I gotta talk to someone."

Tyreese smiled and replied, "Well let me know cuz I'd prefer cooking to tarrin' roofs." Daryl grunted in agreement and leaned a hip against the counter.

"So what can I get ya two today?" Ty asked wiping the steel counter tops down. Daryl order pulled pork and waffle fries while Jameson got ribs with steak fries. They ate quietly as Jameson tried to formulate a plan for Tyreese and Dale. Daryl kicked her foot playfully and raised an eyebrow, "Gonna share with the class darlin'?"

Jameson laughed and licked her fingers while Daryl's eyes flared. His eyes focusing on her mouth and fingers. Jameson smirked sliding her index finger in slow before pulling it even slower. Daryl grunted, "Stop. Gonna bend ya over this table girl."

Jameson laughed and leaned back, wiping her hands with a napkin before saying, "Maybe when we get home. What I was thinking is I'll talk to Dale. We've been without a cook for a year now, he's barely making ends meet without the food in the bar. Maybe they can hook up, Tyreese could buy in or something. Maybe even just work there to get the bar serving again. His food rocks and it would bring in more customers."

Daryl smirked and wiped his mouth with a napkin before complimenting her, "Good idear Jameson. Wanna go over there now?"

"Nope. I think I'd like you to take me home…" she gave him a slow coy smile. Daryl visibly swallowed and hopped, holding his hand out to help her out of the booth.

"Ty I'll let you know my plan tomorrow or the next if it works out!" she hollered over her shoulder while Daryl pulled her out of the building. She heard him shout a 'thank you' as the door shut.

As they rode home Daryl felt her hands sliding along his abdomen causing shivers to run up his spine. It felt like her apartment had moved to the other side of the country because it took forever to arrive at the rundown complex. He parked in one of the few guest spots and slid off the bike quickly. His hand locked around her wrist, barely containing himself as they climbed the narrow staircase. Daryl caught a glimpse of Abraham in his truck and felt a twinge of guilt for the guy hanging out in his car all day, everyday but brushed it off. It wasn't his fault the guy owed her brother such a favor but he was thankful for the extra eyes on Jameson. She deserved to be safe in her own town, in her own apartment.

The door was pulled open and closed quickly before he attacked. His strong hands pulled her into his chest, his mouth devouring her sweet lips. She tasted like smoke barbecue and sweet tea. Jameson's lips moved smoothly over his as he leaned her against the door. Grabbing the backs of her thighs he lifted her off the ground, her legs wrapping around his waist tightly. Daryl walked her to the bedroom while sucking on her neck and grabbing the soft flesh of her ass. Jameson moaned into his neck as he bite down on her collarbone, her hips grinding against him.

"Fuck darlin' ya drive me crazy." He growled while rubbing against her soft thighs. Setting his girl down he yanked her shirt off and dropped to his knees, his hands quickly unbuckling her pants while kissing and licking her stomach. Jameson buried her hands in his hair and groaned when he nipped her hipbones, his mouth sucking and tonguing the tiny red marks his teeth left behind.

Daryl's hands slid to her boots, unlacing and pulling her pants down. Jameson stepped out of them while holding his shoulders. Jameson pulled him to his feet and whispered, "Got too many clothes on Dare."

Jameson's hands worked quickly to remove his flannel and holy jeans. She stroked his chest and trailed her fingers down his stomach, tracing the edge of his boxer briefs. "God girl." He groaned his head thrown back as her hand slid inside his boxers. Jameson fisted his hardon, her hand tightening as he thrust into it.

"Get on the fuckin' bed," he growled pushing he boxers down and crawling over her. His large warm hands pulling her panties down while she unclasped her bra, her chest arched off the bed. Daryl's mouth went straight for her breasts, his hot tongue tracing around her nipples and dipping into the curve of her collarbone. Jameson moaned and gripped his hair tightly, holding him to her overheated body. He tasted her soft skin, the salty and sweet that always clung to her coating his tongue and making him moan.

"Ya taste so good," he rasped, his lips ghosting over her neck, sucking her ear lobe into his mouth. "Wanna taste every inch o'this sweet lil body."

Jameson moaned and rolled her hips against his hard cock, the flesh hot and wet. "Fuck Daryl please." She groaned her hands dragging across his thick biceps and tight abdominal muscles. He felt the muscle flex and twitch sensitively. She was driving him insane with need, everything she did made him want her more. Griping his cock he slid it in between her wet lips and circled her entrance, "This what ya want darlin'? Want me t'fuck ya sweetheart?"

"Yes god, please. Now." Jameson gasped her hips rocking against him. Daryl grunted at the wet heat and pushed inside her. His cock slid slowly but surely into the tight walls. He ground his teeth as he glided inside, the wetness soaking him. "Fuck sweets. Ya always feel so good darlin'."

They rocked together, their hips rolling in waves. He felt her consuming him, pulling him in and holding strong. Jameson's hands smoothed over his back, her tiny fingers tracing gently over the thick scars that marked him. He no longer flinched at her touch and truthfully barely did to begin with. She was everything he'd ever need or want. Everything he never knew he wanted and needed.

"Oh god baby," she moaned her mouth pressed into then tanned flesh of his broad shoulders, her teeth nipping and her lips sucking. She was leaving her mark on him, claiming him. Daryl couldn't help but groan with the realization that she needed and wanted him just as much. His movements sped up, his hands holding her thighs wide open as his hips snapped into hers. Daryl watched himself disappear into her wet lips, her body begging him to stay, gripping him tightly.

"Shit," he growled as the heat was overwhelming him. "Fuck darlin', gotta…"

Jameson moaned and thrust upward as her body tensed at the edge of her orgasm. Daryl could feel her holding back as if trying to make it last longer. "Girl I can't hold out."

"Fuck Dare. I want…" she moaned her chest arching off the bed, her hard nipples gliding across his sweaty chest. Daryl rasped, "Whatcha need sweetheart. I'll give ya anythin' ya need."

Jameson gasped her hands gripping his ribs tightly, her nails biting into him. "I… I'm.." she moaned before the tension snapped, her thighs clamped around his waist as she released a high pitched moan, her eyes squeezing shut as heat flashed through her body. Daryl growled at the tightness and surge of wetness from her.

"That's it darlin'. Oh god so good." He moaned, his face tucking against her neck while his hips sped to a rapid pace. He didn't hold back, he slammed into her as fast and as hard as he could. His heart was so fast all he could hear was the blood pulsing through his head, his lungs burning as he gasped uncontrollably. The tightly wound coil in his stomach released as his orgasm hit him like a truck. Every muscle in his body tensed before the heat burned through him like wildfire.

"Motherfucker," he snarled his teeth biting down on her shoulder making her groan. His hips twitched, rocking into her as the pleasure receded, his body turning boneless on top of her, his chest rising and falling quickly. Jameson's hands rubbed him and soothed the tremors in his body. They rolled to their side, his hands massaging and smoothing her hips, rubbing away the bruising grip he had on her. Daryl kissed and licked the bite mark on her shoulder before kissing her lips and jaw.

"God woman," he moaned quietly before kissing her deeply. "You are... amazin'." He muttered in between kisses. Jameson pulled back and rested her forehead against his. Her eyes were hooded and satisfied. Daryl could see something brewing in them though and the intensity made his breath hitch.

"What's wrong?" he asked, "I hurt ya?"

Jameson shook her head slowly and bit her lip before whispering, "Daryl… I love you." Daryl felt his heart stuttered and he stopped breathing all together. Besides Merle telling him drunkenly a couple times, Daryl had never heard those words. He was sure his mama told him at some point but he couldn't remember it. Daryl wasn't sure if he believed she actually loved him, it wasn't something he could fathom but the look in her eyes. The intensity in her eyes. It had to be something close to it.

"Darlin'." He whispered his head spinning at the thoughts and feelings swirling in his head and chest. Did he love her? Did he even know what that was? The longer the silence stretched, the more worried she looked. He brought his hand up and traced her lip with his thumb, the rough skin catching of her smooth lips. Jameson looked down and chewed her cheek. Daryl could see the self-doubt roll into her as she started to regret saying it out loud. Tilting her face up to look into her deep green eyes he saw the glassy sheen and couldn't leave her thinking it was a mistake. Daryl couldn't deny his feelings just because he was scared. He couldn't let his girl think she was the only one with such strong foreign feelings.

"Darlin' you're' all I need, all I want. Love ya too girl." He rasped quietly, "I don't know how to do this. Don' know if I know how to love ya right but…. I wanna. I wanna be good to ya. I wanna make ya feel like I feel with ya."

Jameson smiled a few tears spilling over and whispered, "You do. You make me feel so much Daryl. So fuckin' much its…. Overwhelming but I… I've never had this and I don't know what I'm doin' either but I know since you're with me, we could figure it out together." Daryl wiped his thumb under her eyes, gently rubbing away the freshly fallen tears and kissed her sweetly.

"Gonna do anything to make ya happy Jameson. I'll do anythin' for ya." He rasped his voice rough with emotion. His strong arms pulled her against his chest, their naked bodies pressed impossibly close. Daryl let the feeling of her wash over him and the words she spoke fill him up. It was the warmest and safest he'd ever felt. The heat from her body and sweetness from her mouth making him feel whole and human. Jameson was never something he expected to have and now that he did, Daryl would never let her go. She'd never be far from his side or his thoughts. Just like she said earlier in the day, 'Nothin' was ever coming between them.'

Awwww. Finally the declarations of love! So happy for them. So sorry for the long wait between updates. I promise the story is not forgotten. I just got caught up with Jameson in zombie world, the other fic with Merle/OC and having to be an adult. If you haven't checked my other fics out please do.

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