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It’s in the quiet hours after Judith is born, when she’s sitting in his arms and everything is soft and quiet and warm, that Beth looks at Daryl and he knows the time has come for them to decide whether they’re going to speed up or slow down.

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You’ve Got The Love I Need To See Me Through by dynamicsymmetry

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Some days are still hard. Some days Beth slips into a gray fog, and has to fight her way out. But Daryl can remind her that she can still feel good. His little girl just had a bad dream. It’s over now.

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Isn’t She Lovely by exoticdeviance

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“Listen here, Boo Berry. I’m sick of your shit.” Daryl hisses out in a furious whisper, spinning to stare him right in the face. The ghost is so shocked at being addressed so directly he nearly steps right back through the door. “I’m with my girl. Which means I’m off the fuckin’ clock. So do me a favor and fuck off to whatever spiritual plane you annoying shits go to when you ain’t botherin’ me.”

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1st Place Best Humor for 2016 Moonshine Awards

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