The start

That's my boy!

We gear up for the savoirs. It was almost Dark. They were coming.

"You go with Daryl. Lead them in. We end this." Maggie tells me as I nod my head. I'm just glad they are finally giving me a weapon. I walk over to Daryl and hop on his bike.

"Maggie said so." I load up my guns.

"Alright." Daryl sighs as he gets on the bike. We drive out far waiting for the saviors. I put out spikes for their tires as we waited. I watched from a high point as Daryl was walking up behind me.

"I told you I wasnt good with words." Daryl's voice grumbles. I turn around to face him.

"I told you that you were beautiful. You didn't have to say anything back but you did. You were going to tell me you liked me when we were about to go into Terminus we were going to kiss and we didn't. I regretted that until the day I was weak. That day I found the barn and you found me."

"What are you doing?" I asked speechless. I keep seeing the memories. When he took his cigarrette and burnt it to his hand.

"You gave me strength. You are my rock. The reason why I keep fighting now. I loved you ever since I laid eyes on you." Daryl takes my hand and puts his in mine. I could see the scare of the cigarette burn.

"I'm telling you how we became something. That we are real. Together, thats real." Daryl tells me as he flips our hands over showing the rings.

I could feel him leaning in. I feel his breath reaching my face. The need to kiss him was over powering.

"Its time. Now Daryl. Now Harley." Maggie comes throught the walkie. Way to ruin a moment mags. We head toward the bike and drive off. We start shooting and enter through the gate. The bus comes up right behind us causing the crash as we hop off the bike and start fighting. The arrows started soaring into the sky and Penetrating our team. I could see Simon and Dwight.

"Harley!" Daryl calls after me but I didnt listen. I chase after them. Rick pulls me back.

"Its time." He tells me as I wait. I need to get to Dwight. I could see them merge out. Trying to get either side of the house. They started whistling and at that moment the cars lit up and started getting gun fire from them. The saviors started heading toward us as we lit up the cars and started firing our weapons.

"Dwight!" I call for him as Simon goes after me with the hatchet.

"I guess the therapy is rubbing off of you Harls." Simon laughs like the maniac he is. I lean back avoiding getting hit as he swings it at my face. Dwight attempts to shoot me as I hid behind a car.

"If you are going to shoot her do it right." I could hear Simon yell at Dwight as I sneak out and aim my gun at Simon. A strike of numbing hits my shoulder. I look up and see Dwight holding the crossbow.

"That's my boy! Lets make sure she stays down." Simon takes the crossbow from Dwight and hits me in the abdomen. Simon smiles at Dwight. Dwight was mortified. I look down seeing an arrow sticking out of my stomach.

"D." My knees buckle to the ground. I pull the arrow out and lay down on the ground. I could feel my heart beating. I could see them run out the gate as Rick and Maggie follow after them. Daryl comes running over to me.

"That son of a bitch. Hey. Hey. I got you." Daryl sits me up pulling the shoulder arrow out. We head straight to the infirmary. They stitched me up good as new.

"I can walk. It's not my legs." I tell him as he set me on the bed.

"Don't care. I'll do it everyday because it reminds me of us." Daryl walks straight to the bathroom and turns the shower on as I sat there. I look around the room. Nothing in here belong to him other than a small bag.

A bag you can hook up to your bike with. I wanted to open up and see what was inside but I figured it was none of my business. And that would be invading privacy. Then again we are married so I guess I can look. I open the bag and pull out some papers and a small camera. A camera that prints out photos when you take a picture. Never noticed him carry that before. I flip over the papers and See images of me. Doesn't seem like I noticed him taking the pictures. There were a few of them of me sleeping. There was me cooking dinner. That was me talking to Carl at the guard post of Alexandria. There is me talking to Jay. A picture with me and Daryl. Seem like someone else took the photo being that his hands were stuck on my waist as I was hugging him.

Daryl walks in the room with a towel wrapped around his waist. It hung loosly as I turn to him with tears in my eyes.

"Whats wrong?" He asked me as I hand him the photos. He pressed his lips in a fine line.

"How did I never notice you take these?" I asked as I dried my tears up.

"Because you were too busy being happy. It was more than just a photo. It was a reminder of me to get through this for you." I was unable to think of what to say or anything. I was speechless. After a minute of just standing there silence I coughed uncomfortably.

"I think I'm gonna shower." I walk past him toward the bathroom as he stopped me. Daryl shuts the door as I turn around to face him. His face was inches away from mine as I had my back pressed against the door.

"Daryl." I look up at him confused.

He pinned me against the cold door. His lips attached to mine as my hands go straight to his hair and he picks me up and carries me back to the bed. He slams me down. As he hovers over me, we don't break the kiss. I pull him down making sure there is no space between us. He grips on my thighs as I gasped in surprise. My hands trail down his abs. He trails kisses down my jaw, neck, chest and stomach. He takes my shirt and slides my pants down. I look down and see a bulge. Smirking up at him. I did this? I have this effect on him? He moves back up to my body, his lips retracing its steps until they find mine again.

"Daryl." I gasped. His towel drops.

My legs wrap around his waist as he pushes in slowly. The fullness brings a sort of delicious pain. Then he started to move. The slow pace doesn't last for long, but he controls himself just enough to keep it as gentle as he can. It was maddening to me. My hands slip down and nails press into his back as my teeth find his lower lip. I move my hips to urge him faster, harder, and he does. His hands grip my legs tightly as he pounds into me and my back arches. His muscles tighten around me. He kissed my neck and lips softly. After a few moments he pulls out and falls onto the bed next to me, one arm draped across his forehead as he catches his breath. Turning my head to glance at him. His arms capture me and pulled against him.

That was real.

"I love you."

"I love you too."