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It was time and Jameson couldn't get her damn feet to move forward. She stared at the reflection of herself in the mirror, the gorgeous dress and perfected hair. It couldn't be really happening. It didn't seem like so long ago that she was living a lonely life in a shitty one bedroom apartment, working long hours to stop feeling anything and everything. She had been drowning in guilt and self hate, inner loathing that had her drinking and smoking nonstop. Jameson had been sinking with no hope in sight.

Then came the night the Dixon's strolled into her bar and started a brawl. She'd met them before but that night was a turning point in all three of their lives. Daryl stepped into hers and nothing was ever the same.

"James?" Lori spoke from the doorway, Judith on her hip. "It's time to go."

Taking in a slow breath she dabbed her eyes and gave Lori a shaky smile. "Holy shit."

Chuckling the older woman gripped Jameson's hand and reassured, "it's going to be great."

"Yeah. Yeah it will. Let's go."

Jameson rode with Rick, Lori Judith and Carl up the steep mountain road, the twists and turns causing her already churning stomach to clench.

"Are you okay James?" Lori asked from the front seat. Nodding slowly she met her eyes with giant green ones. "What if I forget my words?"

"You won't. I've heard you reciting them over the cake batter."

"What he says no?"

"He ain't sayin no." Rick spoke with a chuckle, "that man loves ya."

Sitting quietly a moment Jameson asked, "what if I trip and fall?"

"I'll help you up." Carl offered with a giant kind eyes that had Jameson smiling softly.

"Thanks kid."

"No problem." He replied going back to his hand held video game.

"Everything's going to be fine Jameson." Lori assured her again, an amused smile curling her lips.

The car pulled over at the small outcrop where two other vehicles were parked. Jameson took in and let out a slow breath as Rick climbed out of the car. He opened her door and put out a hand, "ready?"

Nodding once she accepted his hand and let him lead her to the path leading to the others. She leaned against him a moment and murmured, "thank you for walking me down the aisle Rick."

Smiling down at her he replied, "My pleasure James."

Lori and the kids had gone ahead, all three were now standing near the group already waiting for the bride. Jameson caught sight of Merle, Carol and Sophia standing to the right while Hershel was straight ahead. The only eyes Jameson made contact with though were bright blue and all encompassing. Daryl stood tall and broad, his shoulders clad in a black blazer and chest in black pinstripe. He watched as Jameson walked down the aisle with Rick on her right, her dress flowing down her gentle curves. She watched him smirk but could also see the wetness of his eyes. Smiling shakily back, Jameson reached the end of the makeshift aisle, the impressive cliff behind the preacher and groom.

When they decided to have their tiny ceremony at the tiny outlook above town, most thought they were crazy. Lori thought they should have it at the church, Beth suggested her families farm but nothing seemed right for the couple. Jameson threw the idea out one evening after thoroughly enjoying each other, both spent and sweaty. "We should do it at our bench. It was our first date and where you proposed." She had said, with a shrug. Daryl smirked and nodded once. It was decided, they'd marry on the outlook above the little town they'd made home. Afterwards there would be a get together at the Greene's farm, the barn revamped for a country wedding reception.

Daryl reached out, taking Jameson hands as Hershel began to speak. He had gone over what he'd say and offered them the option to write their own. Jameson knew it wasn't something Daryl would feel comfortable doing, he wasn't openly affectionate or one for flowery speeches but when she told him about the offer, he agreed to it. She hadn't written much, just a few lines and she couldn't help but be excited to hear what Daryl had written. The man was quiet but when he spoke it was all truths and facts, earnest statements and observations. She loved him for it because she knew he'd never lie to her and if it was important he would tell her.

"Now I believe these two have a few words they'd like to say. Jameson." Hershel rasped, his speech over before she could catch up. Swallowing thickly Jameson looked up at Daryl, his intent gaze making her blush. She watched him smirk slightly at her shyness, his hands squeezing hers affectionately.

"I never really had much in my life." She began her eyes dropping for a moment as a sadness seeped inside. The ache of missing her brother and grief for the circumstance. Stuffing it down, she tilted her head up to stare at him. She smiled softly and continued, "I didn't really want too much either. But then I broke up a bar fight one night..."

A few snickers happened from Merle's side of the group as Daryl's cheeks burned bright. "You came into my life and I realized before you, I was just surviving. Just making due. Now I feel like I'm living and it's all because of you. I want so much now and I want all of it with you, Daryl. There's nothing want more than to spend the rest of my life with you."

Her voice cracked some and her eyes became too blurry to see clearly but Jameson remembered her words. Daryl's grip became increasingly tighter as she spoke and she heard the sound of his dry throat swallowing. Smiling at him as her cheeks finally became wet, Jameson squeezed his hands back making him aware of his crushing grasp. Looking embarrassed, he rubbed her hands to soothe the ache, his lip firmly chewed between his teeth. She watched him take a slow breath before rasping, "First time I ever felt real happy was when we sat right over there together. You were wearin' that damn fuzzy hat" he snorted slightly at the thought. "we shared cupcakes that you sliced up with your switchblade." He smirked as a couple people laughed. "It's what I love about you. Ya strong James. So damn strong but ya ain't hard. Ya still sweet." Daryl's voice grew hoarse and he blinked his eyes a few times, his hands almost tugging her into his chest before remembering they weren't done yet. "You're all I need darlin'. All I want."

After a couple sniffles from the crowd, Hershel spoke with a hoarse voice, the man feeling their earnest words. "Do you Jameson Ann O'Connell take Daryl Dixon to be your lawfully wedded husband?"

"I do." Jameson croaked, her eyes spilling over as she saw Daryls eyes gloss over.

"And do you Daryl Dixon take Jameson Ann O'Connell to be your lawfully wedded wife?" Hershel barely finished the sentence before Daryl rasped, "I do."

He pronounced them husband and wife, instructing the couple, "Daryl you may kiss your bride."

Without hesitation, Daryl pulled her into his chest, his hand sinking into her soft hair. His fingers curled into the hair at the nape of her neck as his mouth lowered to hers. They kissed deeply for a moment before pulling back to a slow and sweet kiss, neither being fond of major pda. Daryl nose brushed against hers, his quick breath ghosting over her lips. Merle obnoxious whistle echoed out as the others clapped.

"I love you Daryl." She whispered against his lips, her hands curled into his jacket tightly. Pressing his forehead against hers, he murmured with a smirk, "Love you Mrs Dixon."

The barn was decked out with streamers and strings of twinkling white lights. There were long farm tables covered in white fabric and the centerpieces were mason jars filled with violet and cream hydrangeas. There were a few speakers playing music and the intoxicating smell of barbecue pulled everyone inside. Near the back Tyreese had set up a grill, the man cooking and serving up home style food.

Jameson and Daryl walked in after everyone else, Sasha announcing them over the karaoke machine in the corner. The crowded included many friends and co workers. Jim and his girls came as did Dale and Irma. The staff from the bakery and Daryl's auto shop were invited as well as some of the crew from the diner. Daryl spotted Abraham and Rosita off to the side with beers in hand. He couldn't believe how nice the old barn looked, Jameson and her girlfriends had gone all out over the last week decorating for the party. He squeezed her hand and rasped, "it looks amazing James."

Smiling widely she popped up on her toes to kiss his cheek, "thank you. I love it."

"I love you." He whispered, kissing her on the forehead before turning to the crowd approaching them. They shook hands and hugged all that came, all wearing giant smiles. Daryl couldn't believe he was not only, somebody's husband but Jameson's husband. Glancing down at her, he traced the soft curls of auburn hair, twisted behind a clip of pearls. Her cheeks were pink and flushed, her lips curved with no hesitation. When he watched Jameson walk towards him on Rick's arm, Daryl felt his heart stutter. Nothing had ever been as beautiful. He could tell she was happy and that was all he ever wanted. Jameson had long been the center of Daryl's universe, the woman sucking him and holding him tight. There wasn't a doubt in his mind that having her in his life was the best thing to ever happen to him. Hell, she was the only good thing he'd ever had in his life.

The couple joined everyone near the large spread of food and booze. Daryl's eyes widened at the amount of food, rasping, "holy shit."

Jameson chuckled and replied, "I know right? Ty out did himself. We're going to turn into a couple of oinkers."

Chuckle, Daryl nudged her and rasped, "Its too late to back out now darlin', even when I lose my girlish figure."

Jameson giggled, her eyes twinkling. "I wouldn't dream of it."

The majority of the evening was spent eating and listening to music. Aaron and Eric showed, Jameson hugging Eric as he cried. The night went on and people got looser, the karaoke machine blared. Beth sang a round of country hits, her boyfriend snapping photos of the newlyweds and guests singing. The standout for worst duet ever went to Abraham and Rosita singing, Lady Gaga Disco stick.

After sunset, Lori and Olivia brought down the cupcake and donut tower they'd created for the wedding cake. Daryl pursed his lips and mock glared at the creation of pink temptations. Jameson of course seemed rather pleased at his embarrassment.

"Gonna get it, girl." He rasped against her neck before kissing the warm skin lightly. They'd eaten their fill when Sasha called Jameson to the mic for a song. She smirked at him and head to the makeshift stage to join Beth. The girl had found a guitar and began strumming it while perched on a stool. Jameson chewed her lip a little, her nerves showing as her big green eyes flickered over everyone. Daryl smirked at her when her gaze landed on him. The first few chords weren't familiar but after the chorus Daryl new the song.

"Because I'm still in love with you

I want to see you dance again

Because I'm still in love with you

On this harvest moon."

Merle whistled loudly as her voice grew more confident. Daryl couldn't believe it was only the second time he'd heard her sing louder than a murmur, he hoped it wasn't the last. She stared at him as she continued,

"When we were strangers

I watched you from afar

When we were lovers

I loved you with all my heart."

The song concluded and the leftover guests hollered, clapping as Jameson looked as if she would die of embarrassment. Daryl joined her at the mic, reeling her into his arms before kissing her with no shame. The woman had changed him, made him healthier and whole. He shed pounds of anger and life loathing when he started dating Jameson and now that she was his wife he couldn't hold back. There was a deep and overwhelming urge to shout from the mountain tops. "I love this woman."

Merle was slouched in a folding up chair next to Daryl as the girls helped clean up. Jameson of course not stepping back to lounge on her wedding day, rather she held the garbage bag as Beth collected empty cups. He smirked, sipping his beer as he watched her laugh at something Sasha said.

"Damn Baby brother, you are whooped as shit. Wish ya could see the sappy ass grin on your dumb ol' face." Merle chortled next to him, slapping his knee. "Shit that girl's got you all tied up."

"It's why I married her dumbass." Daryl snorted, his head rolling to the side to peer over at his older brother. Merle was grinning as he watched Jameson, the fondness he had for Daryl's new wife blatant. The hard exterior had faded over the last few months, Carol and Sophia playing a major role in that change. Daryl could tell it was going to be a permanent one. It was the first time his brother had ever been clean and sober, nothing drank or smoked, besides cigarettes and even that had been scaled down to a bare minimum.

"If anybody's whipped, its you man." Daryl joked, his eyebrows raised as he looked at his brother's outfit. Merle frowned, adjusting the button-up shirt he wore. "You weren't even the groom."

"Fuck off." He growled, punching Daryl in the shoulder. "Ain't whooped, just respectful."

Snorting loudly, Daryl rasped, "Oh yeah. That word just sums ya right up bro."

Rolling his eyes Merle crossed his arms and was quiet a moment before he drawled, "never told you much in the way of kind words."

Daryl's eyes widened as Merle spoke open and honest for the first time in a long time.

"I know I ain't that good of a brother, 'least I wasn't. Was always runnin' and never stickin' with ya like I shoulda. Wanna be different. I don't tell ya this ever but you're a good man Daryl. Always have been. M'proud of ya. What ya did here, what ya got, it's good."

Staring at him for a long moment Daryl choked, "thanks Merle."

"Whatever. Don't cry about it." Merle responded gruffly, clearing his throat as he turned his attention back to Jameson who was wandering around barefoot in her wedding gown helping Tyreese load up his serving trays.

"Ya seriously gonna let your new bride clean up after the wedding?" Merle rasped with a cocked eyebrow, "ain't ya got no manners boy?"

Daryl smirked at Merle and drawled, "ya think I did tell her to sit her ass down? That woman don't listen t'me."

Chuckling Merle grinned softly, his eyes landing on Daryl's. "You treat that girl right, ya hear? She's my lil sister now after all and I won't hesitate to beat the shit outta anybody who hurts her. Got it?"

Swallowing thickly as Merle's heated glare landed on him, Daryl grunted, "Shuddup. Got no reason t' be lecturing me."

"Just sayin'. Hurt that sweet lil thang and you're in for a world of pain."

"Yeah by her." Daryl muttered jokingly, earning him a shit eating grin from Merle as he laughed gruffly.

"Oh god my feet hurt." Jameson moaned as she slipped off her shoes, rubbing her toes in the carpet. Daryl pulled off the jacket and began unbuttoning his shirt with a little huff, "ain't wearing another dress shirt ever. Ya got one outta me."

"Oh shut up. You looked hot it that damn thing. I kinda want you to keep it on for little while longer." She purred, walking her fingers up his partially exposed chest. Daryl's fingers paused as she peered up at him, her cheeks flushing at the look in his eyes.

His hands left his shirt to cup her face, his navy eyes flickering over every inch of her face. "I tell ya how damn beautiful you are yet?" He rasped, his voice so soft yet so rough. "Got no idea how I got ya to be my wife."

Feeling a smile tug at her lips, Jameson stood on her tiptoes to kiss him gently. "You have told me and I don't recall any arm twisting."

"Yeah well, still don't get it but I ain't questioning it." Daryl drawled, his hands moving to grip her waist. "Gonna take real good care of ya James."

Biting the corner of her lip she flushed at his promises, the man being achingly sweet without any idea. It was what she loved about the gruff, masculine man. He could say the sweetest things with that so rough voice.

"I know you will." She murmured, her fingers slowly releasing each little plastic button of his shirt. "And I'm gonna take care of you too."

When Jameson glanced up, her hands sliding Daryl's shirt away, she could see his neck flush at the words and actions. "You believe me right?"

" 'course." He replied hoarsely, his breath hitching as she leaned forward to kiss the center of his chest. She felt his hands cup her elbows, his thumbs brushing across the lace of her dress.

"Ya looked so pretty walkin' towards me in this dress." He murmured, his fingers brushing along the neckline and bodice. "Like a dream."

"Wasn't a dream." She murmured, her tongue darting out to taste his skin. Moaning deeply, Daryl's hand sunk into Jameson's hair as she nipped and licked her way up his neck. "Bedroom." He muttered before picking her up bridal style. A laughed fluttered out of her as he swept her into the bedroom before settling her gently on the floor.

"How do I get you out of this?" He rasped, his fingers sliding up and down her side and back looking for a zipper. Turning around, Jameson explained, "buttons. I'm sorry."

Daryl however didn't seem to mind, his fingers began to nimble slid each pearl button through the silk to expose her back. Wet, hot kisses began to line her spine, slow heat slid down her back as he finally disrobed her. Turning around she let him see her in the tiny strapless bra and scrap of lace underwear.

"Fuck." He moaned, his eyes closing for a moment before the wide pupils and darkened irises fell upon her heavily. "You're so goddamn hot, James. Fuck."

He tentatively traced the tattoos she bore along her ribs and bicep while lowering his mouth to hers, his tongue exploring every centimeter of the wet heat.

Jameson walked backwards as Daryl led them to the bed, his hands sliding over every curve. Periodically he'd grab a handful of soft flesh, pulling her closer and squeezing her against his front.

Once spread out before him on the rumbled quilt, Jameson watched as he lowered his pants and boxers, his eyes never leaving hers. "Damn angel." He murmured to himself as he picked up her foot from the mattress. His mouth kissed her thin ankle, his tongue tracing the curve of her calf before biting it playfully. She squealed as his tongue dipped into the hollow behind her knee and moaned when it traced the edge of her lacy underwear.

Heavy breathing and moans filled the room as every scrap of fabric was removed and every inch of her body received intimate attention. The couple slid and rolled with each other, hot skin slick with sweat already as their bodies reached fever pitch.

"I love you Mr Dixon." She gasped as he finally sank deeply between her soft thighs. Daryl groaned into the curve of her neck as his back bowed upwards, his hips grinding as deep as they could.

"Love you." He moaned, his withdraw and returning thrust causing a sharp gasp to expel from her parted lips. "Damnit ya feel to damn good darlin'. Ain't gonna last."

"Good thing we can do this anytime we want." She spoke breathlessly, her lips curling up at Daryl gruff laugh. He smiled down at her, his face more relaxed and happy than she'd ever seen.

"I love your smile." She spoke before she could stop herself, the woman internally cringing. Daryl wasn't one to like compliments, especially about his smile since he gave them so infrequently. Surprising her though his grin grew and he murmured, "only do it for you."

Jameson smiled up at him, his hips snapping forward quickly causing her to lose her breath. "Oh fuck." She moaned, her fingers digging into his shoulders and ribs as he began a fast and deep pace.

"Fuck. Better cum darlin'." He ordered, his eyes screwing up as her thighs tightened around his waist, her ankles locking together. Jameson arched off the bed, her hips tilting just so, causing his deep plunges to hit the perfect spot. Daryl's hand moved to her stomach, his thumb dipping between them to rub hard tight circles around her clit as he thrust deeply.

"Oh god." She gasped, her hips rolling as he rutted into her fast and hard.

"Yeah, that's it. Come on." He encouraged, his voice rougher and more breathless. "Give it girl."

The tense became too much and eventually her body was pushed over and out of control. With deep precision, Daryl plunge through the body shaking orgasm, Jameson's body clinging to him as shudders ran through her petite frame. He didn't let up until her body became lax, her legs falling open and eyes wide with release. Smirking, Daryl kept moving, his hands draping both her legs over his shoulders as he began a slow, deep roll of hips. Jameson mouth dropped open as he sank deeper than before. Without warning his body tensed, his hips stuttering as he pushed as deep as he could possible go. "Fuck." He growled through clenched teeth, his fingers biting into her hips and ass. "So good."

Heavy breathing and shuddered gasps were all that could be heard until Jameson rasped, "you're so good at that."

Daryl snorted obnoxiously his eyes peeling open as he collapsed to the side, her legs still tangled around him. "Ya ain't so bad yourself sweetheart."

The paperwork for the property had been signed and filed before the wedding but the couple hadn't moved in yet, mainly because the place was kind of a hovel. Daryl felt bad for buying a home for his new wife that wasn't even livable but he was determined to make it so. Jameson deserved something amazing and Daryl hadn't been able to wait to get his hands dirty building them a future.

Merle and Abraham both put in long weekend hours on the property with Daryl, all three gutting the home of everything outdated and broken. He hired a construction company run by Tyreese's cousin's husband, T-dog, to install all new electrical and plumbing, the home taking shape pretty quickly after that. Even Jameson helped install drywall and paint walls despite Daryl desires to do it all himself. It was a solid four months of daily work but come spring the couple was moving into their new home.

Daryl was unloading the last box from his truck when he caught sight of Jameson leaning against the porch railing, her mouth curled into a smile. Climbing the steps, his own lips twitching he drawled, "what's up?"

"We're home." She replied, her voice airy and eyes bright. Smirking back, Daryl bobbed his head while setting the box onto the porch swing. "Yeah. Yeah we're home."

Jameson slid her hands up Daryl's chest, her fingers curling into the hair at the nap of his neck as she kissed him sweetly. "Thank you for building us a home Mr Dixon."

Grunting lowly, Daryl felt his dick twitch at the title, the woman knowing he enjoyed it. "S'nothin'."

"Pfft. I think it's a little more than nothin'." She teased, her eyes amused and lips curled. "I think it's everything actually. You're a good man Daryl. A good husband."

"Mmm." He murmured, his lips tracing the curve of her jaw and warm skin behind her ear. "Wanna be.. for you. I wanna be everything for you."

"You are." She gasped as his fingers traced the sliver of skin exposed at her waist. "You're everything to me Daryl."

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