Carol leaned back against the bars of the cell and stared at the two of them lying on the bunk. They were snuggled up so close together, it was almost as if they were one person. In a way they were. Daryl had on a pair of black pajama pants, and no shirt. The jagged white scars across his chest on display for anyone who may happen by their cell. The small bundle beside him was in a light blue onesie that read "Daddy's Little Man" wrote in dark blue. Jasper.
Jasper Dixon was born one year after the Woodbury people had succumbed to the illness that had swept through the prison. It had all happened so quick, starting with Patrick, who had infected the entire cell block overnight. By the next day, all of the Woodbury people were deathly ill, gasping for breath, and drowning in their blood. Daryl, Michonne, Tyreese and Bob had gone on a run to a local veterinary college 50 miles away to get medicine, but all was for naught. They had all died before they could get back.
Three months later while Carol was on watch, Daryl had come to her.
"I found ya somethin'..." He told her, glancing at her shyly underneath the fringe of his bangs.
Carol, who had never received many gifts in her life, was shocked. "Really?..."
"Yeah," he told her glancing down at his feet, the tips of his ears turning red, "I found it on tha run we went on a few months back. I've had it all this time...just wanted ta wait fer the right moment..."
He reached in to his pant pocket and pulled out a necklace with a pale green stone dangling from the end. He'd used a piece of leather for the chain.
"It's a Jasper Stone," he nervously began..."It's a very nourishing stone, warm and protective..." again, he looked down at his feet, biting his lip, his face and ears turning a bright red.
"It's supposed ta represent harmony and balance. Ta me it represents..." He broke off, swallowing hard.
Carol could feel her heart pounding inside of her chest. Her palms became damp and her head started to swim. A single tear fell down her cheek.
She raised her hand and wiped it off, "What are you trying to say, Daryl?"
He looked up at her and smiled, "I'm sayin' that this stone represents us...Who we are, and our love fer each other."
Carol stared at him in shock. A sob broke out of her chest as she rushed forward,
"God, Daryl, I've loved you for so long..." she sobbed as she wrapped one arm around his waist and the other arm around his shoulders, her fingers sliding into the soft silky hair nestled at the nape of his neck.
He wrapped both arms around her tiny waist, lifted her up off the ground, and burried his face in her neck. He took...