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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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"You want what?" - for connie

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The pale, wide-eyed look on Daryl's eyes made Connie realize that maybe she hadn't expressed herself correctly. She held her hands up to try and get him to relax, but didn't see any tension leave his shoulders.

"Not biological, obviously," she started signing again, making sure to keep the motions of her hands slow as to not be misunderstood. "I'm thinking about adopting Adam. He needs some stability after all the parents he's lost." Connie was still not sure if Alden had taken the role of a parent or more of an older brother, but Kelly had told her of how he'd tried to do the best for the baby, so it had to be at least a guardian situation. "And I have experience with Kelly, so I think I could do it."

She saw the tension leave his shoulders as Daryl exhaled and couldn't help the soft snort that left her, shaking her head in amusement.

"Relax," she signed, giving him a small, understanding smile. "I know we're nowhere near the baby making step in our relationship."

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Connie - B   :   BOUQUET.   does your muse like flowers? which ones are their favourite? D   :   DATE.   what is your muse’s ideal date? where / who with / etc? G   :   GIFT.   is your muse good at gift - giving or do they struggle to get it right?J   :   JEALOUSY.   does your muse get jealous in a relationship? V   :   VALENTINE.   how does your muse feel about valentine’s day?

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B   :   BOUQUET.   does your muse like flowers? which ones are their favourite?

Connie's favorite flower when it comes to looks is the Dahlia, in any color. When it comes to scent, it's the Jasmine Vine.

D   :   DATE.   what is your muse’s ideal date? where / who with / etc?

Connie's ideal date would be something outdoors but sort of private, like hanging out in the backyard or going to a park or the woods when there isn't as many people around. It'd have to be with someone she's really comfortable with and who she can communicate with without dragging one of her friends into third wheeling to interpret for her.

G   :   GIFT.   is your muse good at gift - giving or do they struggle to get it right?

Connie treats gift giving like she's trying to solve a crime. She will investigate what the person she's trying to get a gift for might want or need, will even ask any friends they have in common and make sure that they don't say a word because it's a surprise. Because of this, she tends to get it right.

J   :   JEALOUSY.   does your muse get jealous in a relationship?

Sometimes. But Connie tries her best not to let it get to her, she trusts her partner, but that doesn’t mean she enjoys watching someone else throw themselves at her significant other. She only gets jealous when she’s in a relationship with the person.

V   :   VALENTINE.   how does your muse feel about valentine’s day?

She thinks it's very commercial and will rather spend it at home with her significant other than spending money on overpriced stuff that just happens to be heart shaped or pink. Post-Valentine's Day chocolate sales, however, are to her like a national holiday.

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(from betaofthedead. for connie) A   :   AFFECTION.   how does your muse show affection? // J   :   JEALOUSY.   does your muse get jealous in a relationship? // Y   :   YOURS.   does your muse get protective easily?

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A   :   AFFECTION.   how does your muse show affection?

Connie's main way of showing affection is through touch. She relies on it the most to show people that she's there for them and supporting them no matter what.

J   :   JEALOUSY.   does your muse get jealous in a relationship?

Sometimes. But Connie tries her best not to let it get to her, she trusts her partner, but that doesn't mean she enjoys watching someone else throw themselves at her significant other. She only gets jealous when she's in a relationship with the person.

Y   :   YOURS.   does your muse get protective easily?

Very easily, too much so for her own good. Connie won't hesitate to protect someone if she believes them deserving of it, and it doesn't really take much for someone to deserve protection in her eyes.

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(from betaofthedead. for connie.)

Usually on runs, Beta would be more focused on the task at hand. His intentions were focused elsewhere, this time. He spotted something under a nearby car, and with ease he lumbered over to it. His massive form was pressed against the side of the car-- a large van specifically-- and despite the rotted, rusted wheels and overgrowth of vines that had devoured the car, he pushed it forward as if it weighed nothing at all. It only took two or three strides before the vehicle had been moved to the side. Under it was an old corpse clutching a knife; he retrieved the weapon, then went back over to Connie and handed it to her.

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This wasn't the first run she'd ended up going on a run for the group– or pack, as they much preferred to be called. Her family was still being tested time and time again to see if they could live up to their expectations, but things were slowly but surely becoming better for them; as much as the whisperers weren't perfect —and perhaps perfection was too much to ask for given the world as it was—, they were better than having to risk their lives with no large group to keep them safe, and they'd also learned a lot from them, things they wouldn't have ever even considered.

Beta kept surprising her day in and day out.

For this run it'd been just Connie, Luke and Beta; the three of them were looking for anything of use in a quite full parking lot near a mall that had once been used as a provisional evaluation centre, but that like all others of that kind had met its end quite early on. The building had been picked clean, but they had hope in the cars.

Connie was working on getting a car's good open with Luke when he abruptly stopped, the look on his face one of complete discomfort as he winced and looked behind them. Connie looked the same way, watching as Beta pushed a van with quite rusted wheels that were even letting out some sparks and most likely shrieking from being forced to move against cracked concrete with nothing but his own strength and hands.

It was a shocking yet awe inducing display. She didn't understand what he was doing until she spotted the old corpse under the van, her head tilted slightly in confusion and curiosity at what Beta grabbed from it.

What did you find? She'd meant to sign, but as soon as she'd lifted her hand to start, the object in question —a hunting knife that was in surprisingly good condition aside from having lost its sharpness from disuse— was placed against her palm for her to take. Once again, he surprised her– that was twice in less than five minutes.

"Thank you," Connie signed with her free hand, staring at Beta stared are her for a moment before lumbering away to continue their search for supplies.

She watched him to until Luke's elbow nudged her ribs, her head snapping to him and cheeks turning a darker shade at the look her old friend was giving her. Connie pressed her lips into a thin line and her hands struggled to form the signs, visibly flustered.

"Be quiet."

"I didn't say anything," Luke signed back, the grin still plastered on his face.

"But you're thinking it."

They turned their attention back to the hood of the car, at least until Luke decided to reach up to his own neck only to drag his hands down to his collarbones in what was the clear sign for fetish, which earned him a hard pinch on the forearm.

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(from betaofthedead. adoration meme, for connie)

Beta found it difficult to just describe one thing he liked about her. There were so many things that he had come to cherish about her, even on the days that he felt as if his thoughts be too much. He leaned his head against Connie’s shoulder, a low rumble leaving him. He stayed like that for a few moments before nudging her face. A scarred hand raised to sign.

“Courage. I admire your courage.”

Empathy was an emotion seldom experienced, only researved for those who truly deserved it. He knew how much Connie had been through, and much to his dismay he had caused many grievances. Yet she was still brave. He rested his head against her shoulder again.

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As time passed, it'd become more and more common for Beta to show physical affection towards her, to the point Connie grew used to his nudges and nuzzles whenever he sought affection. What she hadn't expected, however, was a compliment to be signed at her, and for him to tell her what he admired about her.

She was left speechless, but then her expression softened into a smile when he leaned his head against her shoulder wince again. Her hand came up to lightly scratch at his jaw through that thick beard of his; it'd gotten longer since they met, but she liked it.

The she tapped the same spot she'd been scratching to get his attention.

"Thank you," she signed once she was sure he was looking, then her expression turned teasing. "Maybe some of it is rubbing off on you, with how bold you are about using me as a pillow."

Connie didn't let him move away though, her slim fingers resuming their previous, gentle motions over his jaw.

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Connie - [ 🫀 ] does your muse make decisions with their head or their heart? perhaps a bit of both? [ ⏰ ] does your muse tend to cling to the past, dream about the future, or look to the present? [ 🌊 ] does your muse have any specific fears? is there a reason why they fear these things?

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[ 🫀 ] does your muse make decisions with their head or their heart? perhaps a bit of both?

Connie tends to make decisions with her heart but in a logical way —if that makes sense?—. She won't jump into making a decision without thinking of the consequences it might have for her and those she cares about, but that's not often enough to stop her from making it, especially if it involves someone needing help. Like when she ran to save Adam and refused to give up on Lydia.

[ ⏰ ] does your muse tend to cling to the past, dream about the future, or look to the present?

Connie looks to the present, she focuses on surviving each day and living life to the fullest while she can with the people she loves. The past is painful, and the future is uncertain; she thinks the present is all they truly have.

[ 🌊 ] does your muse have any specific fears? is there a reason why they fear these things?

She's terrified of losing her family. After everything that's happened and how much more dangerous the world's become, it's her biggest fear, the one thing that makes it hard for her to sleep at night. It's easier now that they have walls and other people to protect them, but it was especially hard for her back when they were out in the wilderness with nobody but each other to watch their backs.