Thank you to everyone who hung in there with me and this story. It was a smutty one shot that got out of control, and I know I don't always update regularly, but SCHOOL is over so now it's on! I have two WIPs to finish and a bunch of unfinished stuff chilling in my documents. You all are going to be sick of me.

Daryl came down the stairs with Allison in the back pack carrier on his back and Jake on his hip and went right for the kitchen. He carried on a whole conversation with both of his children as they made their way through the house. This was nothing new and at their young ages they didn't talk back yet, just babbled and cooed, but he still talked to them constantly.

"We're just gonna leave Mommy a note and then we are outta here," He said placing a kiss on each child's head

On the counter next to a bowel of fruit there was a note book where he and Lisbeth would leave notes for each other and he scribbled a quick note to her.

It was a beautiful sunny day and he was taking his kids out, although they weren't going very far. He looked down at her familiar writing, she had left him a note that morning that he hadn't yet seen.

~~~~~~"I'll be at the clinic till five, do you want the stew for dinner? I love you, baby."

~~~~~~"Stew is fine, I'll put it in the crock pot before I go, the kids and I are at Rick's, come over when you get home, love you mad sweetheart."

The pages of the notebook were covered with notes like this and she saved them all. Lisbeth kept them all in a trunk in their room, to read through sometimes when she needed to feel grateful if she got sad about her family not being there.

This was her family now, Daryl and the kids and their friends in this society they all had made, but still, she missed her sister.

The notebooks reminded her of how far they had come together too, gone were the days where he cursed her out, like when they had first met in Atlanta. He had taken her hand at the CDC and said, "You're with me."

And so she was with him, all her life.

/

"I'll love you forever you know, even after I'm dead and gone," Lisbeth said as they sat together on the balcony off the bedroom they shared. Their feet hung down as they sat holding the railing and talking together while the children slept.

It was quiet now and their favorite time to be together. They would talk about all manner of things and never tired of hearing the other's voice. During one of these nightly talks, they had discovered two more times in their past that fate tried to introduce them to each other.

Lisbeth's mother had her car repaired at the garage that Merle and later Daryl would work at before the turn. It was very likely that Lisbeth's mother knew both Merle and Daryl or at least had seen them.

Lisbeth was already away at college at that time, but one time she did pull up in front of the place to pick her mother up when her car had broken down. She never went inside and he had never come outside, the time had not been right. They wouldn't meet for many years, not a true meeting at least, but they had met, face to face and didn't remember each other. They discovered that fact, during one of their talks and it was spooky.

One summer, at the local lake, Daryl had been a life guard and he had been nineteen that year. Lisbeth had been thirteen and worked on the other side of the lake doing arts and crafts with the younger kids in the camps that were run every summer there.

Somewhere, long forgotten existed a picture of the group of kids that worked there that summer, there had been thirty altogether, each in different areas. In the back, row stood Daryl with the other lifeguards in their red swim trunks.

In the front row sat Lisbeth and his and the other girls who worked with the younger kids.

Each of them could recall the day the picture was taken, clearly, they had met each other on some level, maybe nodded to each other as they passed on the way to the snack bar. But never knew who the other was, or what they would mean to each other when the world ended.

"I'll love you the same," He said as he took her hand and kissed her palm, "You saved me."

"And you saved me, from the very first day." She replied.

"You make it sound like a damn romance novel," Daryl mused as he looked out over the neighborhood where they lived and lit a cigarette. It had been so many years now, that they all lived in Alexandria and they were safe.

"For me, it is," She said squeezing his hand, they had been together seven years now and had two children, a boy Jake and a girl, Allison, both born almost in the same year.

"I'm just in it for the sex," Daryl said quirking his eye brow at her.

She stood up faster than he expected and then she was smiling down at him, "Put your money where your mouth is mister."

Lisbeth reached down and touched his face as he stood up and took her into his strong arms, her favorite place to be.

"Take me to bed," She whispered.

/

Daryl rolled over, gazed into her eyes briefly then pulled her by the arm until she was on her stomach in a flash. He pulled her hips back rough and entered her deep, letting a grin slide over his face when she grunted a little too loudly.

They had sleeping kids in the other hall way; they wouldn't hear, maybe sleeping Merle and Candy next door might hear something but Daryl could give fuck all right at the moment. He was throwing his woman around the bed the way she liked it and nothing was going to stop him.

"God dammit baby," He leaned down and whispered darkly in her ear, "Come on, stop holding out on me."

"I'm not..." She panted but with a mischievous lilt to her voice that she knew he loved. She could feel the sweat from his hair dripping down her back and it made her weak for him.

"You're right," He moaned, sliding his fingers between her legs just the way she liked, "You ain't."

He went in for the kill, bringing one hand to her breast, teasing her with his fingers and the other hand worked her over between her legs until she fell apart. He followed soon after her pulling her hard against himself and burying his face in her hair as his orgasm rocked his body from head to toe.

He pulled the quilt over them and snuggled up against her and they fell into a contented sleep

/

Jake and Allison, were practically Irish twins, that is, two babies born in the same year, and this year they were fifty-five and fifty-four respectively. They stood at the wall together, where the names were written, the names of the dead and the people who fought to make Alexandria what it was now.

Their parent's names were there, Daryl and Lisbeth, as well as all the names of the early survivors, who made this place what it became. Often, when they came here with their families they would touch the written names on the wall and remember the fight their parents fought for them to be safe.

Merle and Candy's names were next to Daryl and Lisbeth's, but they had never had children. That never stopped them from spoiling Allison and Jake though and they all lived together for many years in the same house.

Jake and Allison honored their Aunt and Uncle as they did their parents, they honored everyone who's name was on the wall.

Carl and Judith stood nearby, by the place where Rick's name was, and Micchone's and further down the wall, Herschel Rhee and his sister Beth placed flowers under the names of their parents as well.

For many years the one's that came before this generation that stood there now built this place, and their children and their grand children were safe now.

The virus was almost eradicated, thanks to the hard work of Eugene Porter and Denise Cloyd in the early years.

Their names were there too, in a place of honor. They had stopped it cold, and although there would always be the threat from rogue groups of people, once the cure arrived, society calmed down considerably.

Soon the different communities learned to all work together and persecution and violence were almost nonexistent now.

But there were battles and lives lost but the names on this wall were not lost in battle, but in old age, as it always should have been.

The descendants stopped here on special days and today was a most special day. It was the anniversary of the day their parents walked up to the wall of Alexandria and to the safety, they found there behind its gate. It was a founder's day of sorts, and one they honored every year.

No one had ever figured out how to take a picture though and there had never been anyone artistic enough to paint any either. There were no pictures of anyone.

The only picture of Daryl and Lisbeth together was probably still in the lodge at the lake in Georgia hanging on the wall from a summer long forgotten.

"I don't remember what she looked like anymore," Allison said as her brother's wife Carly took her place next to him, followed by their daughter, Lori, named after their mother's best friend who they never knew.

"Its been so long," Carly answered, "But we have the notes that they used to write to each other, we have that at least."

"Some people don't even have that or the peace of knowing their parents were happy and loved each other until the end," Allison answered.

"He died two weeks after she did," Jake said turning to his sister, "Can you imagine?"

"Yeah," Allison replied looking over at her own husband, Carl Grimes, and he grinned at her, "I can imagine it all."

The end