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I don't own the Walking Dead, OC and non canon is not mine.

Jameson and Daryl sat in the small cubicle, the large plexiglass window in front of them empty as they waited for Johnnie. She twisted the hem of her sleeve as they sat quietly, Daryl placing a reassuring hand on her lower back.

"Why ya nervous?"

"I'm not, I'm just... anxious to see him."

Nodding Daryl leaned over to kiss her temple gently, "he'll be here soon."

The mechanical sound of locks turning and metal doors opening had Jameson rising from her seat to see if it was Johnnie being led in. As the auburn haired man rounded the corner he smiled widely at the sight of his little sister, his green eyes gleaming with unshed tears. Daryl had to look away as they pressed their hands together on the thick plastic, the moment feeling so personal that he was an intruder.

Glancing up only when he heard Jameson swallow a sob while wiping her eyes. "Hey Jamesie." Her brother rasped, his voice thick with emotion. "Now stop that. Ain't here to be sad little sis. 'sides you're gonna make me cry like a baby. How's it goin Daryl?"

"Good man. Good."

Jameson sniffed and smiled teary eyed, "it's good to see you John. You look healthy."

"Yeah been takin' care of myself better. Took a step back." He drawled, his heavily tattooed elbows resting on the stainless steel counter, "I'm not involved in shit anymore, been focusing on school and the trial coming up."

"What're you studying?" Jameson asked, leaning forward with a smile. Johnnie rolled his eyes and confessed, "Law. I know, I know it's kinda ironic for a convicted murderer but I was thinking I could use it to help others with their cases. Might be able to set up a workshop for inmates facing parole hearings and stuff."

"That's awesome Johnnie." She spoke with teary eyes. "What about your trial?"

"My lawyer says the charges might get dropped. They found footage of the fucker attacking me and my self-defense plea will probably get me off. It means I'll be up for parole in 15 years with time served and good behavior."

Jameson smiled sadly and bowed her head, wiping her eyes before murmuring, "it's something at least."

"Better than life lil' sis. I'll make it and I'm gonna stay outta trouble to do it." He spoke firmly, "I want... I want to be able to be in your life again."

Jameson cried into her hands at the words, making Daryl wrap an arm around her shoulders. Johnnie pressed his hand against the window and spoke comforting words to her. They sat silently for a minute until Johnnie asked, "Sooooo. How's the wedding planning?"

"Good. Better now that my arms better. I couldn't work well and by the time I was done I was exhausted. It's going to be next month on the 15th."

"That's my birthday." He spoke with confusion, his eyes jumping between them.

"I know." She replied with a smile, "I thought it'd be nice to share the day with you."

Chewing his lip he glanced at Daryl, "That ok with you?"

"As long as I get to call her my wife I don' care what day it is. Could be to tomorrow if she wanted." Daryl responded with a grin as he watched Jameson's cheeks pink in embarrassment.

"Good man." Her brother replied with a smile, "take a lot of pictures. I wanna see them."

"Of course." Jameson assured, "I have a friend's boyfriend doing all the photography."

"Really?" Daryl asked with a furrowed brow.

"Yeah Beth's boyfriend, Zach is a photography major and he wants experience." Jameson explained with a smirk, "I'm paying him baked goods."

The three spoke about other news in their life, Daryl's new business opportunity and the search for a new place to live in. The couple had decided they could afford a small home now that they were getting married. Living in the apartment had been fine but they both wanted something more and Daryl wanted to live near the woods. Being packed into a building with neighbors so close had been driving him insane and slowly they'd realized their desire for more.

"Five minutes." The guard called out, his loud boots echoing in the small visiting area. Jameson frowned and twisted the hem of her shirt again, "Wish you could come."

"I know." Johnnie spoke gruffly, his tone not covering the longing in his eyes. "I know."

Daryl cleared his throat, "Want ya... Want ya to know I'm gonna take care of James. N' when ya get out, ya got a place to go. A'right?"

Jameson gripped his hand tightly her eyes filling as Johnnie smiled sadly, his own eyes shining wetly. " 'preciate it brother." He rasped, his eyes dipping to catch Jameson downturned gaze, "Love you Jameson. Y'all take care of each other and remember to send me some pictures."

"I will." She murmured, standing up to touch the glass again, "Love you John. Stay safe, I'm proud of you."

Rolling his broad shoulders and smiling easily, "Thanks. Better late than never right?"

"Inmate, times up!" The guard barked, the cuffs jangling in his hands.

Jameson smiled and nodded with watery eyes. Her brother stood up, his large frame filling the window.

"See you brother." Daryl rasped, the emotions of the day straining his own voice. Johnnie tipped his chin and Daryl could see him putting his game face back on, the hardness returning to his eyes. No weakness was allowed beyond the bars, even if he was staying out of the thick of it there was no escaping prison violence. Daryl had seen the same disguise used by Merle on countless occasions. The situation reminded him, to tell Merle how proud he was for sticking to the straight and narrow. He never wanted to visit Merle in jail again and hoped it was a possibility now that his older brother had Carol and Sophia to look after. Hopefully having something to lose would keep him sober and on the right side of the law.

Two officers came up to walk Johnnie through the doorway, both dwarfed by the man's size. "See you soon Jamesie."

"Love you John." She called out as they led him away in cuffs, the heavy metal door slamming behind him sounding so final.

Daryl watched as Jameson's frame crumpled, shoulders sagging and head bowing, the anxiety and sadness of the day weighing her whole body down.

"Le's go darlin'. Get ya some lunch." He rasped, sliding his hand to her lower back to guide her out of the prison. The couple wove through long hallways and multiple locked gates and eventually ended up at Daryl's motorcycle.

He got her helmet buckled to her head while she gazed distantly. The monthly visits to her brother were still stressful for Jameson. She was plagued with guilt from his situation and nothing Daryl ever said relieved it but she wasn't falling apart afterwards as bad as before. The nightmares had lessened and there were many more days where she didn't cry about losing him.

"Thanks Dare." She murmured, her head tipping up to look at him, "For everything."

Cupping her cheek, Daryl leaned down to kiss her softly before whispering, "Don't gotta thank me darlin'. I love ya and I'd do anythin' for ya. Always."

Smiling softly, Jameson wrapped her arms around his waist to hug him quickly before they climbed onto his bike for the long ride home. Kick starting the engine, Daryl gripping Jameson thigh affectionately and spoke over his shoulder, "A'right darlin'?"

Squeezing his stomach, Jameson's body curled around his and she hollered over the loud engine, "I am now."

Jameson stood in the tiny vintage clothing shop two towns over, her head cocked to the side as she thumbed through racks of dresses. She was still without a dress and had come to the conclusion it was because she wasn't a wedding dress girl. The big white monstrosities Sasha and Beth had forced her into on their hunt for the perfect dress hadn't been Jameson. She didn't want to be a huge piñata on her wedding day. With that decision made Jameson looked for nearby stores with possible choices. The shop wasn't large but they had a huge selection of formal dresses.

"Can I help you find anything?" A voice asked from a few racks over. Turning around she smiled at the thin red headed man behind the counter.

"I'm looking for a dress... A wedding dress but not really. I want..."

"Something not big and white?" He quipped with a smirk. Jameson laughed, nodding her head while throwing her hands up, "Exactly! Why can't anyone else understand that?"

"Well they hear wedding dress and think white taffeta I suppose. I'm Eric." He introduced while wandering through the racks of clothing.

"Jameson." She replied shaking his hand when he got close.

"Well Jameson, let's see what we can find for you. I have a few ideas already."

Standing in front of the floor length mirror Jameson wiped a tear from her eye and murmured, "It's perfect. Literally perfect, Eric."

Eric stood behind her, the man quickly becoming a friend despite only knowing him a couple hours. He grinned when the bell went off on the door. "Back here sweetheart." He hollered to the man at the front of the store. Jameson watched the curly haired man smile in return, his lively eyes happy to see Eric.

"This is Aaron, my husband." Eric introduced, "This is Jameson. Tell her how amazing this dress looks on her."

Aaron smiled warmly, "You look beautiful."

Jameson cheeks flushed and she shook her head, "Shush."

Eric chuckled and elbowed Aaron, "she's adorable right?"

Aaron snorted, "You're embarrassing her baby. Don't mind Eric he has no filter."

Smirking, Jameson's gaze returned to the mirror, her fingers tracing the intricate beading on the neckline of the dress. The bottomed was layers of flowing gauzy fabric in a lovely champagne color. "It is beautiful and perfect. Thank you Eric."

"No, thank you. I love getting new homes for my treasures." He joked, adding, "Now you need shoes and definitely a hair accessory of some kind. Gotta show off that beautiful red hair."

He puttered around the case, his fingers trailing over different items he thought she should try. Jameson smiled and then glanced at Aaron who was smirking at Eric mumbling under his breath. "He loves dressing brides. When's the wedding?"

"Two weeks." She replied slightly breathlessly, "it's like not soon enough but holy shit it's almost time."

Aaron laughed and nodded his head, "I understand completely. The days before ours I was either puking from nerves or puking from excitement."

Eric returned with a hair clip adorned with beads and pearls. "This will look amazing in your hair." Weaving her hair up and securing it with the accessory, Eric announced, "Tahdah!"

Grinning Jameson hugged Eric, her eyes watering. "Thank you. You have no idea how worried I was not having one yet. I thought I'd be wearing jeans to the damn thing."

"You're welcome. Now I want to see pictures." Eric spoke firmly, his own eyes watering.

"You should come to the reception. Both of you." She suggested, "The ceremony is just a few close friends but the reception is gonna be great. Food and booze."

"Sounds perfect." Aaron responded with an easy smile, "we'll be there."

"With bells on!" Eric announced while clapping his hands excitedly.

Daryl was standing at the stove when Jameson came in, a large garment bag draped over her arm and a smile on her beautiful face. Leaving his spot he sauntered towards her with a smirk, "looks like ya had some luck."

"Yep finally and you can't see it."

"Oh c'mon. Lemme see."

"Nope." She popped her lips making him chuckle. Setting the bag aside she stood on her toes, wrapping her arms around his neck. Sliding his hands from her hips to her lower back, Daryl pinned her to his chest, his mouth lowering to meet hers. She tasted like coffee and chocolate, her tongue sugary sweet. One large hand moved to between her shoulders blades and the other raked into her hair. A deep moan vibrated through her lithe frame as he sucked her plump bottom lip into his mouth.

"Fuck." He mumbled against her warm neck, "Want you." Walking her towards the bedroom, her feet no longer on ground as they wound around his waist. Burying his face into her chest, Daryl growled, "Too many clothes."

Jameson chuckled as he tried to carry her while yanking off her shirt. "Set me down Dare!" She exclaimed as he just about dropped her on her ass. Huffing a frustrated breath he set her onto her feet and then fumbled with her jeans. The whole time he struggled to undress her, the redhead squealed and squirmed. By the time she was naked and on the bed, Daryl was more than hard and a little frantic.

"C'mon darlin'." He begged as she teased him by closing her legs tightly. A maniacal giggled escaped her pink lips as he smacked her ass playfully. Eventually he slid between her thighs to rest above her, an easy grin spreading across his face. Daryl had never been the type to smile much, his life never had much to smile about but now? Now he had someone to smile for, a beautiful redhead who somehow, someway loved his redneck ass. Kissing along her shoulder and up her neck, Daryl moaned as she arched up into him.

"Come on Daryl." She begged, her hands smoothing over his bare chest and ribs, "I want you in-fucking-side me."

"Fuck." He groaned at her filthy mouth, his teeth nipping her flushed breast. "Dirty girl."

"You love it." She moaned as his hand buried between her thighs, his fingers curling into her heat.

"Love you." he rasped, his tongue sweeping across her nipples while plunging his thick fingers inside her. "Fuck. Girl. So wet."

The sound of the smoke alarm going off had Daryl jumping out of bed and Jameson growling in frustration. As he entered the kitchen he saw the forgotten dinner he was making was now a smoking pot of burnt goo. Punching the fire alarm, the plastic broke but stopped ringing making Daryl sigh in relief before heading back to the bedroom.

The sight before him though had his feet stumbling and his mouth dropping open.

Jameson was still spread out on the bed but instead of waiting patiently for him, she had one hand stroking between her pale thighs while the other clenched her right breast tightly.

"Jesus." He cursed while approaching the bed slowly as if the barest of sounds may scare her off. When her brilliant green eyes slid open though, they were anything but embarrassed by her display, rather they drew him in closer. She licked her bottom lip and then bit it while throwing her head back in pleasure. He couldn't stop tracing the curved lines of her body and watching the flush of heat paint a path of delicious pink skin down the center of her chest. She was so goddamn beautiful in Daryl's eyes.

Kneeling on the end of the bed, Daryl watched her fingers disappear into her wet heat and couldn't contain the animalistic growl at the sight of her slick fingers. Nothing had ever been as sexy as the woman he loved pleasuring herself in front of him. Daryl couldn't form sentences opting for clipped demands, "Taste 'em."

Jameson's fingers were pulled out slowly, the wet tips trailing up her stomach and before reaching her mouth, traced a circle around her hard nipple. Daryl's mouth watered at the sight, his desperate hands grabbing her thighs as her mouth sucked her fingers thoroughly.

"Good?"

"Yes." She replied breathlessly. "You wanna taste?"

"Fuck yes." He replied but instead of taking her offered fingers he dove face first into the wet heat between the softest thighs he'd ever touched. Jameson arched off the bed and her knees dropped open wide as his tongue plunged inside her.

"Oh my god." She moaned, a hand clutching her breast while the other fisted his hair tightly. Daryl smirked while sweeping his tongue along every inch of her core, his teeth gently nipping and lips sucking. The woman was fucking gorgeous when breathless and flushed, her chest rosy and sweaty, her pupils blown from lust.

"Dare!" she gasped, her eyes clenching shut as her whole body snapped with tension. Her already tight walls clenched on his fingers as his lips sucked a fast rhythm on her clit.

"Fuck oh fuck." She cursed as her hips rutted into his face erratically.

Pulling back, he licked his lips and watched her panting raggedly, her legs spread and her sex wet and willing. Sliding her legs to his shoulders while rising to his knees, he kissed her ankle and bit her calf as he felt his aching cock slid along her wet heat.

"Shit." He moaned, the swollen head seeking out it desire without any helping hands. Pushing in with short controlled thrusts, Daryl was buried to the hilt within moments. Moving with precision Daryl watched the woman become unglued below him. Wrapping one arm around the front of her thighs, he pinned her in place while plunging inside her hard and fast. His other hand slid up and down her hips and ribs, before massaging and plucking her nipples.

"So fucking beautiful." He muttered, as Jameson's head was thrown back and a deep long moan tore out of her chest. He could feel her walls fluttering and then gripping him tightly by the root.

"Fuck. Fuck. Fuck." She groaned, her hands clutching the headboard above her as his pace sped up. The inevitable orgasm was rolling full steam ahead despite his desire to make everything last as long as possible. Splaying her legs flat, Daryl pinned them by the knees and began rocking into her with long sweeping rolls of the hips. Jameson fingernails dug into his shoulder and back as she gasped, "I love you. God Dare. I love you."

The words made his chest clench and stomach drop pleasantly, the man never tiring of hearing his soon to be wife's declarations of devotion. With much regret Daryl felt the tightened coil in his gut unravel, heat blossoming up his spine and curling his toes while pumping into her with long thrumming pulses.

"Oh Darlin'." He moaned, collapsing to press hot wet kisses along her shoulder, his body trembling from the intensity. "James. Fuck. Love you girl. Love you."

Daryl and Merle were looking over a property near the edges of town, the home sitting on a sizable piece of land had once been a working horse ranch but now sat empty. It backed up to the woods and just beyond the tree line was a stream that fed into a lake a few miles south. It was perfect, well except for all the hard work it was going to take to make it livable but Daryl was never afraid of hard work. It was what he was used to and a project that involved building a home for Jameson and him to live in together would never be too hard. He loved the woman and the idea of not only calling her his wife but building a life with her, had him ready to do just about anything.

"Whatcha thinkin' baby brother?" Merle asked, while lighting a cigarette, his narrowed eyes scanning the fields and woods surrounding them. Off to the side their real estate agent stood, the woman giving them space to speak privately.

"Lotta work." Daryl remarked taking the offered cigarette for a deep drag. Exhaling to the side Merle responded, "Ain't everything?"

Daryl snorted and nodded his head, asking with a hint of insecurity, "Ya think she'd like it?"

"She'd be crazy to not." Merle remarked grinding the cigarette out on his heel.

"Ya think she'll like it though?"

"How the fuck would I know?" Merle grunted, crossing his arms uncomfortably at the conversation. Rolling his eyes Daryl drawled, "Ya know her Merle."

"Fine. Yeah I think she'll like it but ya gotta do some work on that kitchen. She ain't gonna like bakin' in no wood stove. Shit's ancient and indoor plumbing would probably be a good investment."

Daryl laughed and snarked, "Nah I'm gonna make my wife go piss in the woods."

Merle chuckled and gripped Daryl's shoulder, "She'll like it and ya'll can make it your own and shit. Ain't that what women like? Nestin'?"

"No idea." He replied while walking with his older brother to their vehicle. They spoke to the real estate agent a moment with a decision to meet up the following day with Jameson in tow. He wasn't worried the place would be bought out from under them, the home had been empty for years now and Daryl was pretty sure they could get it for much cheaper than the listing. His only worry was if it would be too much work in Jameson's eyes.

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