A/N: Last chapter. Thank you for reading

Daryl felt Michonne snicker into his chest, makin' him smile. They'd have good meat for a long time. Rick. He let out a breath. He hadn't really spent much time thinkin' about his old group in a while. After 'Chonne told him he needed to choose. They built their place. It was better than the prison. Better than Alexandria. The barbed wire field. The fences. The walls. Rand was always thinkin' of new ways to get 'em stronger. They didn't have a lot of dick sightings.

"Why are you smiling?"

"Huh. You can tell when I'm smilin'?"

"I can. I know you."

He guessed 'Chonne did know him. He knew her. Life was good. "You do."

She kissed his chest again. "I'm still learning about you though."

"You know what I like best?"

"Tell me."

"When we first got together and we talked at night in bed. Like we're doin' now," he admitted softly. "You and Mike do that?"

Michonne sighed. She'd told him about Mike, what he did for a job, why she fell in love with him, Andre. The camp. He wished Mike was alive so he could kick his ass. Gettin' high. He'd had a son to protect. He'd told her about growin' up with his daddy, his momma, Merle, what happened after Merle left.

"Some. Until Andre was born. Then it was feeding and changing diapers all hours of the day. Be prepared, because I'm not doing it alone," she warned.

"Can't wait."

"Huh. We'll see."

"Mean it, 'Chonne. I told you I never thought I'd have kids now. Before, just thought I'd find."

"Someone you could remotely stand, have kids, follow Merle," she interrupted.

"Yeah. Never thought I'd spend nights in bed just talkin'," he stressed the last. "I like it. Hell, I like it when we fight."

"Really?"

"Yeah. It's not really fightin', like my old man would beat the shit outta me and Merle and my momma. It's disagreein'. Don't like it when it happens, but…it don't scare me. You ain't gonna leave me."

"No, Daryl, I'm not going to leave you." She paused. "What else?"

It was nice, 'Chonne knowin' him. The offer to move out had thrown him for a minute. He thought they were like Rick and tryin' to kick them out. He still wasn't over that, he guessed. It made him feel weird, them offerin' to help him remodel another building for his family. If he'd gotten with another woman, before, they'd probably have lived in some singlewide shithole, if he even lived with her at all. He couldn't imagine Merle helpin' him do shit for his baby.

"Had a drink with the stooges."

"After you came back?"

"Yeah. Said the trip was like your 'women's lunches'. No football and beer," he snorted.

She laughed softly. "Good. It's good you get out with your friends."

"Different," he muttered. "Anyways, they wanted to know if we wanted to move out. Waya said him, Seth and Adrian would help me remodel one of the other buildings. Guess babies need a lot of shit."

"What did you say?"

"I got pissed. I thought they was tryin' to kick us out. Then Waya said babies have a lotta shit. They don't want us to move outta the keep, but we needed to do what's best for our family," he replied. She moved out of his arms. He put his arm over his eyes when the bedside light came on. When he moved it Michonne was staring down at him.

"What did you tell them?" she asked.

"Said I wanted to stay here. I'd talk to you, ask what you wanted to do. You wanna do that, Michonne? Move outta the keep?"

She smiled as a few tears slid down her cheeks. She wiped them away and kissed him. "No. What's best for our family is staying here."

Daryl reached over her and turned the light off before pulling her down on the bed. "Yeah. Figured I could get some time off from changin' diapers," he snickered.

She did too and kissed him again. "Babysitters."

He fell asleep with his woman in his arms knowin' 'Chonne wouldn't leave him. They'd stay here, raise their baby in a good home with good people.

Rand eyed the expecting parents with a smirk on her face. Impending fatherhood looked good on Daryl. She was happy for her friends.

"So, Tammy Jenkins and Dominic Winston just got back," she started off. Daryl rolled his eyes at her. "And they may have found a doctor."

"Where?" Michonne sat forward.

"Juan had some new people join. Now he has two doctors. Lucky bastard. I'm going to suggest a trade of information. Jonathan Wilmer, ass extraordinaire, for training for Ray. What do you think?"

"Really?"

"Really. I was going to suggest the 'trade' earlier, when I found out they had one doctor. I was hoping we could find our own. No offense, you're getting bigger," Rand pointed at Michonne's noticeably larger stomach. She seemed to balloon up overnight. "So, we have assorted medical equipment from the run Jake and company did and books the four of us took from the medical school in Atlanta. Jonathan, I have to give him some credit, as much as it hurts, does know a lot of stuff."

"Are you hoping he stays?" Michonne raised an eyebrow.

"It would be nice. I guess the man was a plastic surgeon, but a medical degree is a medical degree. I'm going personally."

"Go with ya," Daryl volunteered.

"No you're not. I can handle this. I'll take someone with me, I'm not stupid. You need to stay here with Michonne and baby Darchonne."

"Darchonne?" Daryl frowned.

"Yes, Daryl, baby Darchonne. I didn't think Michonne would go for baby badass," she drawled.

"No. Not baby badass," Michonne agreed, although she did smile which made Rand laugh.

"That'd be your and the stooges baby name," Daryl shot back.

"Uh, right," she frowned and cleared her throat. "Not happening, Daryl. No uncle duties this way."

He gave her an unimpressed look. "Right."

She ignored his comment. "We're leaving tomorrow. It'll be the four of us. Michonne, you, Daryl and Tom have fun," she grinned.

The woman had the nerve to roll her eyes before she tapped Daryl on the arm and stood up. Daryl shook his head, muttered something about Waya and left. "We'll be fine."

"I have no doubt," Rand gave her a thumbs up.

"You," she chuckled. "Be careful."

"Always. I have it on good authority this is a good place."

She paused outside the gate, eyeing the spikes. They were a good idea.

"What?" Waya nudged her in the direction of the Trail with Seth and Adrian on either side of them.

"Nothing. We have a good home."

"Aye, we do," Adrian agreed.

"We should celebrate. Just us," Seth suggested. "When we get back with the doctor."

"Yeah. I think we should."