#& daryl

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I know in my heart that Carl would be a little snitch.

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Georgia was hotter than Baltimore. She couldn't imagine it snowing here, or even getting cold. Her dad had said they would be at her aunts house soon, but that was before the car didn't start again at the diner they'd stopped at between the airport and there, so maybe not. At least her mother wasn't there so she wouldn't get in trouble for walking a little bit away.

The cat sat just out of reach on the other side of the rusty fence, but that hasn't stopped her sitting in front of it and shoving her arm as far through the space where the two wire wrapped metal poles met, while her dad talked to the man who was going to fix the car.

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@doginthecorner thing we mentioned

He hadn't let his unease show when he had explained to the children what a tigon was. But now, as he stood quietly before the haphazard fence watching the twelve foot, half ton cat pace the edges of its enclosure, that instant feeling of unease returned. A tigon, three ligers, five tigers, and three lionesses.

Miraculous, truly. But also something of a miraculous nightmare, if he was honest. He didn't want to know how the people here had fed all of them.

"This fence grieves me." Ezekiel said after a long moment of silence, frowning. A day or two more left hungry or bored, and it would be easily traversed. A miracle that it hadn't been already. A thirteen foot fence for a twelve foot tigon was an accident waiting to happen. "But that is tomorrows problem."

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‘You want a what?’ (Daryl x Connie)

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Connie knew it wasn't a genuine question because to be honest, the sign for 'baby' was pretty self explanatory. Still, she repeated it, crossing her arms loosely with both palms facing up as if she was cradling an invisible infant, then rocking her arms from side to side slowly.

"I just think we should talk about that sort of thing," she signed next with a small shrug.

Their relationship had developed organically. There'd been very few and far between times when she hadn't enjoyed Daryl's company, most of them back at the beginning when she didn't know him so well yet and there were just too many stressful things for them to worry about. Now things were calmer and as scary as it was, she felt like it was time to see just how serious this relationship might get.

"I want a baby, eventually," she decided to add in hopes of getting some color to return to his face. "and I want to know what your thoughts are on that subject."

There was something endearing about watching the emotions go through Daryl as he tried to gather his thoughts and communicate them. But Connie had to admit she was also nervous, she believed they were both mature enough to not let a talk about what they would like for the future ruin their relationship, but there was always some nerves about it, which she fought to oppress.

But Daryl was observant, and so he noticed. His expression softened when he realized she was as nervous about asking as he was about answering. "I'm not sure," he decided to just be honest. "I gotta think about it."

Connie's shoulders sagged in relief and she smiled, nodding her head as she reached out and gave his hand a squeeze before letting go to sign.

"We've got time."

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Daryl smiled when Connie climbed into his truck. He smiled over at her. "Hey." Once he was certain she was looking at him, he carefully signed, 'Got you something at the gas station.' He'd stopped for a pack of smokes and had put a lot of thought into it as he knew that pregnant women often craved chocolate or sweets. He pulled a Hershey's chocolate bar out of his shirt pocket and handed it to her. "Hope you like it."

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Connie slipped into the passenger seat with a smile and a quick wave as she settled for the ride, securing her seat belt before Daryl got her attention. It took her brain a moment to register his hand motions as signing, because before now she hadn't focused in his hands for communication; but when she did, her mouth fell into an O shape and her eyes widened, then her cheeks flushed when she caught herself and pressed her lips shut, but there was an even bigger smile on her face.

And then he was pulling a Hershey's chocolate bar out of his pocket and the light feeling that had settled in her gut whenever she was around him and that she usually blamed on the baby turned into very persistent butterflies.

She took the candy bar and held it close to her chest in thanks. Connie opened her mouth, but couldn't find the words to thank him out loud, so she quickly brought her notepad and pen out of her purse, being quick to write.

"You're the kindest man, Daryl. Thank you," she wrote, showing it to him.

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“  stop fussing— this isn’t my blood.  ” (Lori from Daryl)

BLOOD RELATED PROMPTS

Things had only gotten more and more tense since that first clash between the communities and the whisperers. They'd lost many friends in this senseless conflict that they didn't start, but Lori knew for a fact they were going to put an end to eventually; they always did, no matter what or who came for them. She could only hope that no more lives would be lost.

Her stress levels peaked whenever someone walked through the door, and Daryl seemed to be going out of his way just to make said stress levels skyrocket.

To say he was dirty would be an understatement, he walked in with his shirt covered in blood and a limp to his walk, heading for the kitchen and downing a bottle of water in less gulps than anyone should be able to. Lori sent Judith and RJ upstairs, making sure they made it to their bedrooms before she went after Daryl.

"'m fine," Daryl said the moment he felt her presence, briefly glancing over his shoulder at her before turning to the sink and washing his hands. "Got into a fight with the big one– Beta, that's all."

He muttered something quite impolite about the man, but Lori didn't really pay attention, her focus was on the forming bruise that she spotted at the back of his neck but that got lost under his shirt. She stepped forward, hand barely lifting the back of his shirt before he flinched away.

"Come on, Daryl, you're–"

"Stop fussing–" he snapped, glaring before realizing he was doing so and casting his eyes away almost apologetically. "This isn't my blood."

He moved to leave and Lori moved faster, standing in front of him. "Sit down and let me see your back."

Daryl frowned. "I said–"

"I said sit your ass down, Daryl Dixon," Lori interrupted him, teeth gritted and voice low because she didn't want to make an scene with the kids upstairs, but the way she was glaring daggers at Daryl made it clear she would if he left her no choice.

Defeated, Daryl pulled out a chair and sat facing the backrest. Lori lifted his shirt then, already familiar with the scars that adorned his skin, but caught off guard by the fresh bruises that now accompanied them. The size of one that was larger than her palm made her gasp.

"That bad?" Daryl huffed, sounding amused.

"Got into a fight?" she hissed, wincing at the thought of how this could have happened. "More like got beaten."

"You should've seen the other guy," Daryl retorted. "Pushed him down an elevator shaft."

"Damn," Lori breathed, moving to stand by his side, her hands are her hips and her brow arched. "And was that before or after he gave you enough bruises for a lifetime."

"After." Daryl moved to stand. "And since it's just bruises, I will–"

Once again, Lori moved faster, using his moment of distraction as he grabbed the same bloody shirt to put back on to grab a frozen steak and press it against the largest bruise, located on his lower back right over his spine, hearing Daryl hiss and curse under his breath.

"Stop fussing," she spoke almost mockingly. Lori guided his hand to hold the steak in place.

"You act like I'm deathly wounded and yet you're mean to me," Daryl huffed. "You make no damn sense, Lori."

"And yet, you love me," she retorted with a smirk. "So you make even less sense."

Daryl hummed his agreement, leaning closer in search of some mouth to mouth comfort. Lori leaned back, watching him frown in confusion that she'd moved away.

"I don't fuss. I worry about you, and rightfully so, because you're prone to getting hurt," she said, pushing past him. "Go lie down on the couch."

"On the couch?" Daryl groaned. "What did I do–"

"I don't fuss, Dixon," Lori interrupted him again. "Maybe next time you'll think twice before saying I do."

And with that, Lori went upstairs to assure the kids were getting ready for school.

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DARYL (for Lori)

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Daughter – Youth.

Avril Lavigne – Give You What You Like.

Regina Spektor – Two Birds.

Yaeow – Far Away From Here.

Lauren Aquilina – King.