-A Time Before Now-

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Waking up, I had a smile plastered onto my face. It was a memory, such a clean and vivid memory that I couldn't even begin to comprehend as to why I thought of it now. Daryl's arms were roughly caging me into a small second of his side, planting me and not allowing me any wiggle room.

But I need to get up. It's late.

Sliding down and up did I manage, but not without some bit of difficulty and him moaning in his sleep with a bit of movement. So with the said freedom, I took myself to the bathroom. Brushing my teeth, even adding the pleasure of putting some cream that Maggie thought I'd like.

However, when I placed it back into the mirror cabinet before me. I jumped at the sight of Daryl standing behind me. It was a quick jolt of an inhale, until I continued to rub the product all around. Especially my neck.

"Hell ya doin'?" He looks amused to say the least. 

"Trying to feel normal." I smiled back, looking to mirror to make sure it was all in my skin. However he found his way to breath me in, his arms pulling me in closer to his hold as I was once again pinned to his scent.

"Ya smellin' good." He growled, and my hand just gently serviced his head so I could plant a small kiss onto his lips.

Which in turn, earned me another territorial grunt. "You hungry?" His forehead tipped off towards mine as his smile curled up. 

"Those pancakes ya made for Addie yesterday were lookin' pretty good." He hummed, and I agreed. Giving him the privacy of the bathroom did start cooking.

Back in the day, I would've hated it. But then it was a struggle for time and balancing was always an issue. Now?...Now it's easier to waste time, nothing to do. Well on my end at that. 


I've been tasked to staying at home while everyone else is going to be dealing with a cavern infested with hundreds. "Ya know...Still can jump on if ya wanna." I turn back to see him coming down the hallway. He's not at all dressed. Just in sweat pants I had found in the dresser that he's claimed.

"So many people are going...Did you talk to Rick? About looking for people?" He hummed, rubbing his chin as he sat before me. He wasn't smiling anymore, just concentrating.

"He ain't listenin'. His call." I frowned for him, so I tilted my head. 

"You want me to talk to him?" He shrugged, so it was just the honest opinion of my own. But here I am, standing here before him. Telling him that I don't want to go, rather than Rick telling me to stay here. He doesn't fully trust those here, and if something were to happen. The only backup being Carol wouldn't be that big.

So here I am. Cooking breakfast.


"What ya doin' today? Instead of goin' out?" I chuckled, seeing his actual interest. So I scrunched my nose up and plated his three pancakes before going to refill his coffee. 

"I'm going to the pantry with Carol...I was thinking we do pasta when you get back." His eyes lit up.

Think I found Daryl Dixon's weakness. And that was pasta with tomato sauce. His little side smirk that hasn't shown in a good god while came about as he stuffed his mouth full of syrup.

Hearing the quick given jolts of steps did I smile to see my daughter as I gave her a share of the pancakes as well. "Can I have some coffee mom?" I felt Daryl's eyes on me, waiting for a replay and I just held my tongue hostage as I shook my head. 
"Why?" 

"Because you are waking up fine on your own and don't need coffee," I spoke, softly at that as I took a sip of my own.

And to taught her even further, so did Daryl. "Ain't doin' ya no favors kid. Tastes like shit anyhow." He grumbled, but still managed to sip it down. "Then why do you guys drink it?"