Hello! Welcome to part 2 of my series! To those of you who're new to my writing, you may wish to read Life Goes On, first. Hopefully you'll be able to follow along without doing so, but my other readers seem to enjoy it, so I recommend it.

Abby Grimes smiled as she watched the scene before her, holding tightly to Daryl's hand, their fingers entwined. Maggie had managed to scrounge up a half decent white sun dress from somewhere, which she now wore, clutching a bouquet of wild flowers that Sophia had picked for her, looking like a vision of beauty while Glenn had found a half decent button up shirt and a yellow tie as the two of them stood in front of Hershel, holding hands, who was officiating their little ceremony. Today was there wedding day, it was a quaint little affair but it brought the much needed cheer to their little group. To one side Beth stood holding Judith in her arms and a little pillow that Carol had made out of some fabric, thread they'd found and stuffed with grass, on top of the pillow sat the pair of rings.

Every one clapped as they said I do and kissed, while Tyrese and Axel jeered the newly married couple. After the ceremony, Carol, Abby, Sasha and Beth did their best to put on a little banquet and thanks to Daryl's rare catch of deer, they had some meat. Rick had mellowed out quite a bit over the last couple weeks, as him and Carl had started to work up a small square plot of land so they could start a garden but had yet to actually plant it.

Tyrese and his sister, Sasha, had opted to stay while Allan and Ben had left the prison to go off on their own. After a long talk with Merle, Private Wilson and Private Smith had left against Abby's orders to seek revenge for their fallen comrade's. When Abby had noticed their absence, her and Daryl had tried to chase after them to stop them but only found their walking corpses only half of the way there. They had no bullet wounds so far as they could tell, it was walkers who'd killed them but Abby had a sneaking suspicion that they might've had help but she had no idea how or why.

A week after Abby had assassinated the Governor, Andrea had showed up on their doorstep with two other men; Martinez and Milton. Abby had permitted for them to come within the fence line but put Maggie and Sasha, who'd Abby had started teaching the finer points of shooting and were naturals, into the guard towers with scoped rifles. She'd brought Daryl, Tyrese and Glenn with her to talk with the group, trying to not come off as aggressive nor a potential victim.

"Abby! Daryl! Glenn!" Andrea exclaimed happily when she saw them. "Where's Rick? I thought he'd be dealing with us?"

"He's focusing on being a father right now, not a leader." Abby replied mildly.

"How is everyone?" She asked hopefully.

"T-Dog…" Glenn started but Abby held up her hand to silence him.

"If it was just you, Andrea, I'd be more than happy to divulge that sort of information but with your people's track record, I'm not comfortable divulging that." Abby said tersely.

Andrea frowned. "What do you mean by that?"

"Oh, I don't know, trying to kill Michonne just for leaving your so called community, kidnaping and torturing Glenn here and Maggie, killing those soldiers just for existing, trying to force my brother and I to kill each other after not seeing each other for nine months. Take your pick." Daryl sneered. Milton and Martinez looked at each other shocked. "You forget, my brother used to be one of the Governors minions, just like you two."

"That night that you all had attacked Woodbury, Phillip said that you had been the aggressors! He said you'd killed a couple of our people unprovoked, a few days before, that you started it all. Then I saw that letter from Amy, saying that everything he'd told me was a lie…I don't know what to think." Andrea said shaking her head.

"We hadn't done a thing until ya'll took Glenn and Maggie. We wouldn't have killed nobody if you hadn't shot at us first, we just wanted our people back." Abby said crossing her arms.

"Coulda just asked." Martinez said.

Daryl snorted derisively. "And pigs can fly."

Abby sighed. "Daryl!"

"They're tryin' to throw shit in our faces!" Daryl growled as he glowered at them.

"Look I now we've made mistakes but we want to try and make up for it! Or at least agree to live peaceably." Andrea tried to reason.

"Are you sure your people do? From what I gathered by that mob that was cheering Daryl and Merle on to kill each other, they just want blood and death. Hell, they even had kids there like it was some sort of sporting event! Do you know how messed up that is?" Abby exclaimed. "I'd never let my niece and nephew witness that shit, no matter how messed up the world is right now. We're supposed to making things better for them, not worse!"

"Niece?" Andrea asked putting a hand to her mouth. "Lori had a girl?"

"Don't change the subject!" Abby warned.

Andrea sighed. "You're right and that sort of thing has now stopped. Phillip was much more disturbed than any of us had realized."

"Was?" Abby asked feigning shock.

"He killed himself a day and a half after the attack." Andrea said sadly. "Michonne…she. Well, Milton here is doing research on walkers, he thinks that a part of a person survives even after they've turned. Phillip supported the research, he had a daughter who'd turned and kept away from everyone else. Even I didn't know about it until Michonne had killed her."

Abby scoffed. "You know as well as I, that there ain't nothing left. You saw that MRI that Dr. Jenner showed us, I might've been deep in my grief then, but even I absorbed what he had to say."

"Who's Dr. Jenner?" Milton asked.

"Later." Andrea said looking over her shoulder, then sighed. "Can you let me in? Just me. Let me see Amy, maybe meet the baby, see the others?"

"So, you can tell your new BFF's each of our vulnerabilities?" Daryl asked sneering.

"I told you, we want peace! I've talked the Woodbury down, they don't want to attack!" She said desperately. "You were desperate to save your brother when we left him in Atlanta, Daryl, you'd think you'd understand me wanting to see my sister."

Abby stared at Andrea for a long moment, then nodded her head. "Fine. Just you and me, we'll go back to the prison, see the others. I'm sure there's some others who want to see you as well, besides Amy."

"Thank you!" Andrea exclaimed as she stepped forward and hugged Abby.

"You boys stay here, keep an eye on things." Abby said as they parted. When they nodded, the two women turned and walked side by side back up the road that led to the prison.

"So how are things with you?" Andrea asked as they walked. "You seem to be in charge."

Abby smirked. "I have experience commanding forces, so when Rick stepped back from being leader, everyone turned to me, even Hershel. Although I'm sure some of it is because I am his sister too." Andrea smiled at her while she listened. "Got shot during the winter, then Rick and I were at odds for a little while."

Andrea frowned. "Why?"

Abby laughed. "Oh, you're gonna love this!" She exclaimed. "Because he didn't like Daryl and I having a relationship at first."

"I knew it!" Andrea exclaimed. "I was right."

"Not really, actually. I mean yeah it kinda morphed into a romantic relationship in the last couple days on the farm, but before that, we really were just friends." Abby explained.

"What about now? Is Rick okay with the two of you?" Andrea asked.

"Yeah, mostly. He's a little pissed off at Daryl because he basically left me when Merle showed up." Abby said trying to not let the hurt show.

"He what?" Andrea asked shocked. "And you're not mad?"

"Oh, I was! I was very mad but Daryl has tried very hard to make up for what he did to me. I haven't forgiven him entirely but we're almost back to normal."

"How's the rest of the family? Rick, Lori and the kids?" Andrea asked smiling. Abby stopped and looked at the ground. "What is it? What happened?"

Abby sighed sadly. "Lori…she didn't make it, delivering Judith, then Carl he…he had to put his own mother down." Abby put a hand to her face as tears suddenly threaten to spill over.

"Oh, no!" Andrea exclaimed watery eyed, then hugged Abby once more. "I'm so sorry! Poor Carl! Poor Rick!"

"Yeah, Rick didn't handle it the best but he's getting better now." Abby said stepping back. "C'mon, lets go see your sister."

That had been several weeks ago already and while they had communicated a few times with Woodbury, they generally stayed a way from each other. Much to their surprise, a few of the citizens of Woodbury had abandoned the town, upset with the deception that the Governor had put forth and joined their ranks. They had all been reluctant at first, worried that Woodbury was slowly invading them, possibly apart of a pre-emptive attack but most of those who'd come were families and much to their delight, a doctor, bringing their numbers from fifteen too twenty-six.

The following day, after Glenn and Maggie's wedding, Abby and Daryl lay lounging on small slope that went from the prison's interior yard towards the big open field that surrounded it, with Daryl laying flat on his back, arms behind his head while Abby laid her head on his stomach, reading a book she'd found in the prison library.

"Abby?" Amy's voice came as she walked over to where the lay.

Abby set her book down and sat up on her elbows, shading her eyes as she looked up at the young woman. "What's up?" She asked.

"I've been thinking for a couple of weeks now and I've finally decided; I want to go to Woodbury. You know go be with my sister, try and help her out." Amy said toeing the ground nervously.

Daryl say up on his elbows also and looked at her. "You know, Merle says it ain't likely she's in control of anything, right?"

"Even if she isn't, I'm her sister, I should be there for her. I figured both of you would understand that besides, Merle isn't right about everything." Amy said finally meeting his eyes.

Daryl grunted and laid back again. "Don't I know it." He said as he put his arms behind his head once more.

"Why now? Why not go when Andrea was here?" Abby finally asked.

Amy shrugged. "We weren't too sure of the intentions of the group she was with." She put her hands up halting anything that either of them would say. "I know we still don't know for certain but maybe I could be a bit of a spy! Maybe if they look like they're about to attack, I can warn you!"

Abby sighed. "They'll likely be keeping a close eye on you, if that was the case. They know you still have ties here with us. So, when are you leaving?"

"Well Michonne and Axel were talking about going on a supply run, I figured I'd go with them. Michonne knows the way already." Amy replied.

Abby nodded. "Alright, it's sad to see you go but it's not my place to keep you away from family. You're always welcome back here. Make sure you say a proper good bye to Beth and Carol, they're family too."

"Alright I will…thank you. I mean not for letting me go but for saving my life, time and time again. If it wasn't for you two and Rick, for the rest of the group for that matter, I'd been dead a long time ago but you in particular, Abby, have kept me alive." Amy said sincerely.

"You're welcome, you take care of yourself, kiddo. It'd break more than just your sisters heart if something were to happen to you." Abby said.

Amy nodded then looked at Daryl who had his eyes closed. "Goodbye Daryl, make sure you look after Abby. Somebody needs take care of her too."

Daryl open his eyes and nodded, then Amy turned and walked off. When she was out of sight, Abby laid her head back on to Daryl's stomach as Daryl reached down and stroked her cheek.

"Thought you'd try harder to make her stay." He murmured, sounding half asleep.

"If our rolls were reversed, I'd wanna go stay with Rick." Abby said then felt Daryl's hand pause. "Don't even start with that Daryl. You know full well I'd have wanted you to come with me."

Daryl's hand pulled back. "And if I didn't? What'd you do if I didn't want to go with?"

Abby lurched up and glared at him. "If you were set on staying here, I'd probably stay too. Unlike Merle, Rick would want me to do whatever would make me happy! He wouldn't want me to abandon you and neither do I! I can't believe you!" She said finally snatching up her book and getting to her feet.

Daryl sighed and sat up. "Babe, don't go. I'm sorry."

"I have things to do anyways." She mumbled as she marched off.

Abby walked to the road then towards the prison, as she passed the guard tower that protected the interior, Merle came from behind the tower and walked over to her.

"Hey, girlie, I wanna have a chat with you a moment." Merle said as he walked.

Abby sighed in irritation crossing her arms as he approached. "What do you want Merle?" She asked.

Much to everyone's surprise, since they'd arrived, Merle had largely behaved. He still had bit of a mouth, tended to swear excessively in front of the children but had largely managed to not piss anyone off. At the same time though, Daryl was rarely permitted to leave because he had to act as his brother's babysitter, so Daryl was generally on him to behave.

"You an' my brother are pretty cozy, huh?" Merle asked smirking. "Poundin' it like two rabbits in spring time, gettin' wood every night." Abby scowled at him while Merle laughed, then studied her. "What's in it for you besides a bit of extra body heat? What could a girl like you possibly see in my little brother?"

"You know nothing about me and I'm pretty sure you don't know Daryl as well as you think." Abby growled at him. "As for what I'm getting out of him, I'm getting him. I know you find it hard to believe but I'm actually in love with Daryl, if I wasn't, I'm pretty sure you'd have succeeded in running me off by now."

Merle scoffed. "What could you possibly see in that redneck trash?"

Abby laughed mirthlessly. "Some brother you are."

Merle shrugged. "I know what we are."

"You're only what you make yer self to be." Abby said. "I love him because he's smart, thoughtful, kind, strong but not arrogant, protective but not overbearing, he does things for others without any expectation of thanks or reward. The list goes on, you should learn a thing or two from him. He's got it a lot more figured out than you do."

"And the second a prettier face comes around, you'll be gone." Merle said smiling but his eyes were deadly serious.

Abby rolled her eyes. "No wonder Daryl has such a low self-esteem, I know you tell him shit like that. I told you, I love him. A super model could walk through those gates and I hit on me until the cows come home but I don't care, I love Daryl."

"And yet you can't forgive him." Merle said looking like he thought he'd scored a point.

"I've punched my brother in the face before, a couple of times but I still love him. Daryl and I are having a disagreement, doesn't mean I don't feel anything for him. Couples fight, every last one of them." Abby said.

"Merle!" Daryl shouted angrily, as he walked up the road towards them, spotting them talking and probably reading their body language. "Leave her alone!"

"It's fine Daryl." Abby said when Daryl was close enough. "I've dealt with his type plenty of times before." She said then kissed him on the cheek, before continuing her journey towards the prison.

Two days later, Abby was sitting in their new outdoor commons area, looking down at Judith in her arms making baby talk as she squeezed her chubby little cheeks. Suddenly Daryl appeared beside her and sat down beside her, reaching out for Judith. Abby looked over at him, smiling and handed Judith, then smiled as he cradled Judith against his chest.

"She's already getting so big." He murmured as he looked down at Judith.

"Kids always grow up fast." Abby replied as she leaned against him. "It seems just like yesterday that Carl was in diapers, now look at him."

"He's grown a lot just since I first met him, can't imagine what its like seein' him grow from infancy." Daryl said as he stood up and looked around. Abby looked at him confused as he spotted Carol walking by and walked over to her. He handed Judith over to Carol, then walked back over to Abby and held out his hand to her.

Abby looked at him funny as she grabbed it and let him pull her to his feet. "What are you up too?"

Daryl smirked slightly. "Who says I'm up to something?"

"Because, you have that look about you." She said as she let him guide her to the front gate, where his motorcycle sat waiting. He let go of her hand as he climbed onto it and indicated for her to get behind him. "Where are we going?"

Daryl sighed. "Just get on the damn bike." He said trying to sound annoyed but failing.

She smirked as she finally climbed behind him, he then sat back and fired up the motorcycle as Tyrese pulled the first gate open and they rumbled down the road to the exterior gate, where Sasha and Glenn waited. Sasha waved as they drove by as Glenn winked.

Abby wrapped her arms around his waist and rested her head against his shoulder as he flew down the road. He drove for about forty minutes before pulling to a stop in front of a restaurant, a fancy looking restaurant. Abby frowned as they both got off of the bike and Daryl started for the door, slinging his crossbow across his back.

When she didn't follow, he turned back to her. "You coming?" He asked.

Abby looked at him like he was crazy. "What are we doing here?" She asked as she walked up to him.

"You'll see." He said grabbing her hand and continuing for the door.

Abby let him lead her once more, as he approached the door, he opened it and looked around carefully. When he decided it was safe, he led her to the back of the restaurant where there was a table that had recently been set up with two, half burned down candle sticks in the center. Daryl let go of her hand, walked up to a chair and pulled it out, Abby looked at him strangely than finally took a seat.

He then pulled a lighter from his pocket to light the candles, then draped a napkin across her lap. "Stay there." He said then walked off through a set of double doors. When he came back, he had a plate of food in each hand. When he set the plate down, Abby looked at the food on her plate. It wasn't gourmet but Daryl had done a pretty good job considering their circumstance. Most of the vegetables were likely canned food, considering they'd just planted their garden, but they had been sautéed in an oil and spices. The meat on the plate, was a healthy portion of rabbit.

"So, either you've learned to cook or someone cooked this for you." Abby said smiling at him as he sat down across from her.

Daryl smirked slightly. "I did make it but…Carol may have given me a few pointers."

"I'm impressed! I'm surprised you'd let anyone else know you were doing this." She said as picked up a fork. He watched as she put the first forkful into her mouth. "Mmm, well Carol gave you good advice. This is good! I wish we had some wine or something."

Daryl smirked before finally starting in on his own dish. Abby reached across the table and held his hand as she continued to eat her food. They chatted while they ate, talking about life before, a subject they hadn't really talked about since the early part of their relationship. She told him about the time, when she was twelve years old, Rick, Abby and their father had driven north, one hunting season. They had gone put in the middle of the bush, where there was no civilization within hundreds of miles away and they'd been camping in truck camper, the sort that you put in the back of a truck bed.

On their second day, they had come back in the middle of the day to make lunch, the three of them cramming into the camper, Rick and Abby playing cards while their father was cooking, when they heard a loud bang outside of the camper. Their father frowned, placing the flipper on the stove, then walked to the door, opened it and nearly had the door reefed from his grip as a bear grabbed the edge of the door with its claws.

Luckily, their father had heard the bears grunting sounds and had already gripped the door more firmly as he tried to shut the door. When the bear had pulled on the door, their father was already holding on for dear life, as he shouted at Rick to grab the shotgun. Rick sprung up, spilling the cards all over the floor, grabbed the shotgun, lifting it to his shoulder. Their father let go of the door, quickly retreated behind Rick as Rick stepped forward and fired right into the bears massive skull. The bear roared in pain then collapsed on the ground like mountain of fur. Rick stepped into the door frame, fired once more into its head, for good measure, then looked back at their father.

Daryl had found this story particularly amusing, apparently, he had yet to run into anything more dangerous than a wild dog…besides walkers. He then told a hilarious story of the first girl he'd ever been with. He had been sixteen and the girl was an eighteen year old tourist. Apparently, there had been a big fourth of July celebration in the town he'd lived in, and the girl had been more than a little tipsy. Her and her friends had been stuck on the side of the road, car dead, down a deserted dirt road on their way to the fireworks. Daryl had been walking home, when he'd come across the stranded girls and they asked him to look at their car for them.

So, never really capable of saying no to people who asked him nicely, he popped the hood and took a look. Apparently, they had no coolant in the tank so their vehicle had overheated. So, Daryl had added water and they were good to go. The girls wanted to thank him by buying him a drink, so he climbed into their car and they drove to where the fireworks were. In the end, they'd bought him more like six beers, then one of the girls had pulled him out into the woods.

The girl had practically jumped him, thrusting her tongue down the very inexperienced Daryl's throat, when they stripped to nothing and were making out on the ground the girl started screaming as they had laid in an ant's nest. Undeterred, the girl had simply gotten up, dusted off the ants and leaned against a tree. They had started going at it then and eventually ended up the ground once more. Afterwards, they'd parted ways never to see each other again but when Daryl woke up the following morning, his balls and ass were extremely itchy. On top of laying on an ant hill, which would've made him itchy enough, they also rolled through some poison oak.

As they approached the end of their meal, Daryl started fidgeting. Even before they'd left the prison, she'd noticed him looking a little nervous but she hadn't thought much of it, he got nervous around her sometimes, especially lately but she didn't always know why. Daryl suddenly lurched to his feet and started pacing the floor beside their table, glancing at her every once in a while, then blushing as he turned away. Abby got to her feet and grabbed his upper arms as he turned to pace back towards her.

"Daryl, what is it?" She asked him as she reached up and stroked his cheek.

Daryl squeezed his eyes shut and put his hands to his face as he swore loudly. "Fuck! I'm terrible with this shit!" He said.

"Babe, take a deep breath. What ever it is, I ain't gonna laugh at you or mock you! I swear." She said to him soothingly.

Daryl put his hands on either side of her face, then put his forehead against hers. "I don't deserve you…" He started but shushed her when she opened her mouth to protest. "Let me talk, okay?" Abby slightly nodded her head as he stroked her cheeks with his thumbs. "In a million years, I'd never have thought that I'd get someone like you. Hell, Merle still thinks yer usin' me for somethin' but I know that ain't true.

"You love me like I love you. I…I know I'm not always the best at showin' you that but I do love you. So-so I wanna marry you, I want to spend the rest of my life with you. W-will you marry me?"

Daryl suddenly let go of her head, reaching down into his pocket then pulled out a little velvet baggy. He opened the baggy, dumped the contents into his hand, which was two rings; one wedding band and one engagement ring. He put the wedding ring back into the baggy and held out the engagement ring.

"Don't worry, I didn't take it off a corpse or nothing. Took if from one of the departments stores we scavenged from, like four months ago." He said shifting his weight from foot to foot uncomfortably.

"Four months ago?" She asked in shock as she picked up the ring from his palm.

"Yeah, I've been thinkin' 'bout it for some time. I just didn't have the balls or the…or the right opportunity." Daryl explained still nervous. "Y-you haven't answered me."

Abby finally look him in the eye and smiled at her broadly. "Of course, I'll marry you! You big jerk!" She said shoving him playfully.

He smiled back at her as he took the ring back from her, lifted her hand then slid the ring onto her ring finger. She smiled as she looked at her hand, then reached up to wrap her arms around his neck and kissed him passionately. Daryl wrapped his arms around her, then lifted her off the ground, marching her to a booth and laying her on her back.

Abby giggled. "Here! Really?"

Daryl nipped at her earlobe, then smirking said. "Mmhm. Just a quickie." He said as he unbuttoned her pants.

Abby laughed as she raised her hips so he could pull her pants down. "A celebratory quickie it is." She said grinning.

Daryl straightened up momentarily as he unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned his jeans then reached inside his pant to pull out his already throbbing erection. Abby pushed her pants further to knees, spread her legs and beckoned him. He grinned as he bent over her and started kissing her neck, while she reached for his erection. At first, she just stroked his manhood, eliciting a moan from him.

"This is s'posed to be a quickie." He moaned. "Just put it in there and stop torturing me, woman."

Abby bit her lip as she smiled up at him. She watched his face as she slid him inside her. Daryl whole body relaxed as she slid him in and he let out a sigh, he then pulled her hand away and slowly pulled out almost all the way before thrusting himself back inside with some force.

The love making was quick and passionate, having not had sex since the night before Daryl had left with his brother. Withholding sex had been a form of punishment for him, one that he'd taken in silence and understanding. They'd kissed passionately, even made out but when it came down to actually making love, she'd been putting on the brakes. Today was the first day where he'd been more then a little forceful with the suggestion of sex and today she didn't have it in her to deny him anymore. She loved him and she loved making love to him.

It had taken a great amount of courage for him to even ask her to marry him, he had a lot of self-doubt, something he still struggled with. He probably worried that she'd reject him, especially after what he'd put her through recently but despite having left her, she'd taken him back.

As they both pulled their pants back up Abby studied him, carefully. "Four months? Really?"

Daryl blushed as he wiped the perspiration from his neck. "I ain't never felt what I feel for you, for anyone else before. I knew you were the one pretty much since you told me you liked me." He said bashfully.

Abby stroked his cheek as she smiled at him lovingly. "I'm glad I went for it, although I hardly made the decision consciously."

"An' I'm glad I decided to trust you." He said as he finally looked her in the eye. "I didn't think it was possible for you to feel the way that I felt for you. I figured you'd meet someone more your class, then you'd ditch me like yesterdays news but you ain't like that. I know that now."

Abby sighed. "Too bad it took for civilization to end and the dead to rise, for us to find each other." She said sadly.

Daryl took her face in his hands once more. "Well at least we've got each other." He said before kissing her once more.

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-Shockra