After the birth of Maren and Daryl's son, Colt, the couple had finally settled down.
With the gift of one of the Alexandrian houses, they'd finally gotten to have the life they had only dreamed of back at the Sanctuary. Now, they had it.
Maren stood in the doorway, watching as Daryl sat on their porch, gently rocking Colt in his arms. She noticed he was humming a familiar tune. Stepping closer to her boys, she smiled.
"Are you humming Metallica?" she asked, a playful smile dancing on her face as she watched her boys. Daryl nodded, not taking his eyes off their sleeping son.
"Calms me down," he said softly, "Colt don't seem to mind." At that, Maren moved to sit beside him, a loving smile on her face as she observed the tender moment. Maren nodded, watching the scene lovingly.
"I never thanked you," she spoke, her voicing calm as she moved to sit beside him.
Daryl looked over at her, brow furrowed, "For what?"
"That first day, after Terminus..." Maren began, "You trusted me right then, even when the others didn't. You did. Why?"
"I just knew..." Daryl replied, his voice low and contemplative.
"Knew what?" Maren pressed.
"That you were somebody worth savin'," Daryl answered, a soft smile playing on his lips. Maren leaned in and placed a loving kiss on his forehead. They stayed like that for a moment, taking in the peace and quiet of the evening. Daryl grew silent, and Maren watched as his expression suddenly changed.
"Maren, I never thought I'd get a chance at bein' a father," he admitted, his fingers entwining with hers suddenly, "I'm happy, happier than I thought I'd ever be, but I can't help feelin' scared shitless too. Scared that I'll mess it up somehow, ya know?"
"I'm not," Maren ran her fingers through his dark hair, her gaze full of unwavering certainty, "You've kept me safe, you always have, Daryl. Just like you promised. I have no doubts in my mind that you can do this, 'cause you already have."
Daryl's eyes were filled with awe as he looked at her, "I ain't never been so grateful for anythin' in my life," he whispered lovingly into her ear as he kissed her cheek.
Maren chuckled, recalling his earlier words, "How'd you put it? 'When a Dixon makes a promise, they keep it.'"
Daryl's eyes met hers, more serious than before, "Damn right....'cause you are a Dixon. We are." Maren smiled at that , her heart swelling with love and contentment.
"Yes," she spoke, "We are."
And so, with the blissful blowing of the trees the couple sat on that porch. Slowly fading into their quaint and somehow perfectly imperfect piece of their home.
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Too Far Gone // D. Dixon
Fanfiction"We've all done the worst kinds of things just to stay alive, but we can still come back. We're not too far gone." Maren Smith has been on her own for a long time, even before the dead started to walk. Maren spent many daunting months fighting her w...
