"Jules, Gracie?"

Was this some horrible dream that I would wake up from in a matter of minutes and find myself back in the tent with Grace? Or was this real life and Daryl was actually standing in front of my own eyes?

I was going with real life, I couldn't afford to think that this was a dream, I had to believe that whatever luck I had left in the shitty world we lived had been spent on reuniting me with my husband, and I know that this was an incredibly cheesy way to think but at this point in time I could care less, I felt better than I had felt in the past months and I know deep down in my heart that from here on out Grace and I would be safer her with Daryl than we had been ourselves.

I couldn't stop the choked sob that escaped my throat, and the tears that had been slowly falling early were now rushing out like a waterfall. The sound of my sobs had now woken Grace up, she looked up towards with an alarmed look in her arms, it wasn't until she looked away from my face and her eyes landed on her dad, that she let of a high pitched wail of 'daddy' and leapt down from my arms, and rushed over towards Daryl, who was prepared for the small bundle that was our daughter jumping up into his arms and burying her head into his shoulder and from where I stood I could hear both of their quiet murmurs of 'I love you' and 'I missed you'.

I could no longer watch the heart-warming scene before father and daughter and not be a part of it, making my way over towards Daryl and Grace, I saw that Daryl was now only holding Grace with one and his other arm was outstretched towards me, beckoning my into his warm embrace, that I had craved so much since we had been separated. Throwing myself into Daryl's strong body with so much force that he rocked backwards on his heels, I couldn't but feel myself become complete again. Since we gotten split up I had always felt that a giant piece of my soul was gone, but now I felt as though I was now put back together, now that I was back with Daryl

. Lifting my head up to look into his stormy blue eyes, I couldn't help but notice that his own eyes were not focussed on mines but on my lips. Rising up on my tiptoes so that I was nearly at his height, I pressed my lips onto to his, hearing a small sigh of relief come from both of our mouths. Our kiss couldn't get all that passionate, not with our four year between us, so I we were forced to detach our lips, for the moment and have a more romantic reunion later on. Pulling my head back to look into his eyes, I couldn't stop the grin that spread across my face, and apparently neither could Daryl, as an equally large shit eating grin made an appearance on his face.

"I love you" I told him quietly not wanting any of the others that had gathered around to watch our family reunite, to hear, as before the apocalypse Daryl and myself hadn't been big fans of expressing our love in front of people, and I wasn't expecting that to have changed now, if anything he would have probably become more withdrawn if anything.

"Love ya too" he replied, in his gruff southern accent, which had been one of the reasons that had first attracted me to him in the first place, well that and the size of his arms. A small giggle made it's past my lips at what he had said, I hadn't heard those words in such a long time, only from Grace and it wasn't the same as hearing it from the one you loved, even though I loved both of them a great deal, it was a different type of love, with Daryl it was a romantic love, a love that consumed me, made me think as though anything was possible and made me wonder how I was able to cope before I had meet him. But with Grace it was a mothers love, a love that I had never experienced before, a love that filled my heart with so much joy I thought it would and a love that caused all sorts of emotion to course through my body.

By now I could tell the group of people around us were uncomfortable, I mean I always felt awkward when couples show affection in public, but today I could care less, the three us of hadn't seen each other in nearly 9 months, so they could atleast allow us time for a brief reunion until we got some allow time later on in the evening when no longer had a group of stranger, atleast to me and Grace, ogling us like animals in a zoo.

Sighing, I decided it would be best if I removed myself from Daryl's arms before someone in the group had a heart attack because of the strange women and her daughter hugging a member of their group, as I was pretty much certain that Daryl hadn't told his group about myself or Grace, as unless he was sure that both of us were still alive and that he had a chance of finding us, otherwise he wouldn't have spoken about us to new people; I mean he barely spoke to me the first time that I saw him in that bar all those years ago.

Daryl's POV

Was this some sort of sick fucking dream? Had I ate something funky and was now hallucinating my wife and daughter?

I refused to believe that this wasn't real, that I wasn't holding my daughter and wife in my arms once again. I couldn't believe that this wasn't real, not after Merle's death, I don't think I could handle waking in my cell alone again. No this was fucking real alright, I could feel Grace's breath against my neck and I could feel Jules curves pressed against my body, as she buried her head into my chest.

I felt Jules start to pull away from me, and I had to resist the urge to pull her back and kiss her some more, but I knew that I couldn't it would just cause a shit ton of questions that me or Jules would have the patience to answer.

I moved Gracie into a more comfortable position, for both of us, as Jules pulled herself out of my arms and moved to stand beside me, moving her body as close to mine as much as she could, it was something that she had done since we first got together, either when felt nervous or scared. It was time to face the shit storm that was about to hit us.

Jules POV

I as I stood facing the prison group, I couldn't help but feel intimidated at the amount of people in front of me, for the past the months it had just been two of us, but now standing with a large group I couldn't stop the panic rising in my gut. I didn't know these, who could I know if they were trustworthy, but I soon stopped this thoughts, if Daryl was with this group then they must be good people, otherwise why would Daryl bother to stay with them?

The older man who was the first person, other than Daryl, that I saw when we first entered the prison with Glenn Maggie, was the first of the Group to speak up.

"Well... it seems quite fortunate that Glenn and Maggie picked you young ladies up whilst out on their run. I'm glad to see a family come together, even in such terrible times. I'm Herschel, you've already meet my daughter Maggie and her partner Glenn, my other daughter Beth is over there, beside Beth is Carol, Sasha and her brother Tyreese, down beside Glenn that's Rick and his boy Carl. There are more of us inside the prison and one of us is out on a supply run at the moment. Daryl, would you care to introduce to these lovely young ladies?" The older man, who I know knew as Herschel, spoke in his kind voice that made me feel a little better, even though I was still surrounded by people, who I knew by name, but didn't know personally.

Daryl spoke before I did.

"This is ma wife Julia, and ma daughter Grace, and for know that's all ya need to know, we'll tell more later on, but now I would just like to take ma wife and daughter into ma cell" with that Daryl stalked off towards the prison, Grace still in his arms, casting one last glance towards the group, each of it's members with different looks of shock on their faces, before I rushed forward to catch up with Daryl, just as he reached the prison entrance.

Hello, so my updates are going to be a little slower from now on as I am back at school, but I'll try to update atleast twice a week. Let me know what you thought about Daryl's POV, and if I should write in his POV again, even though I found it pretty difficult. Thanks for reading. Remember to review!