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theresnosafeharbor4myships · 7 years

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Fandom wank is loud, and Daryl has shit to say about it.

Silver and Foxy (also on 9L)

“You sure you’re okay?”

The unwritten rule between them usually forbade Daryl from pressing Carol when she didn’t want to talk about whatever ate at her heart, but this seemed different.

He’d seen the way her smile shriveled in the presence of the other women. He’d watched her retreat inside herself except when she played with Judy. Walls he hadn’t seen in months kept appearing like flashes of lightening, leaving emotional devastation in their wake.

And he wanted to know why.

She’d flourished in Alexandria after the war ended. The walls stayed up, the walkers stayed out, and the runs remained more or less successful. Their gardens grew, and the goats and cows they’d acquired reproduced, providing them with milk and meat they’d missed out on the road.

Living out there seemed like a distant nightmare, though one they actively chose to remember. It frightened them to think they could lose the compound, but it’d happened before, and they knew history repeated itself; they just prayed it would hold off indefinitely.

He felt sure no one else had noticed her retreat of self-preservation, but he knew her more intimately than any of the others. After years of tiptoeing around the inevitable and too many close calls to number—and after the smoke from the blasts of the war that had nearly claimed them both died away—they’d fallen into each others’ arms, full of gratitude and relief and love. Handsy but shy, willing but anxious, they grew into a steady rhythm of love and affection they’d been starved of until that most precious of unions.

He held her close every night he slept inside the walls, watched her bloom around their family like he hadn’t seen since their days at the prison, and teased her mercilessly with secret touches and subtle, smouldering stares when others weren’t paying attention.

For the first time in his life, he loved his life. Their life. The life they’d built together.

And he’d be damned if he watched something cause her to lose herself again.

“I am.”

Her chipper tone didn’t fool him, but he merely stared at her, waiting to see if she’d relent or if she really wanted to keep her secrets for the moment.

Carol, turning down the bed on her side, met his eyes once but dropped her gaze quickly. She heaved a sigh before wearily admitting, “I want to be,” and plopping on the bed.

Daryl moved to sit next to her, curious but attuned to her temperament. He thought her antsy and uncomfortable, and when she started absentmindedly tapping her foot, he knew the battle she fought was emotional, not life- or wall-threatening but worrisome to her.

He waited, her tapping clocking the seconds of silence that passed.

“I…” She started fiddling with her fingers and let out another sigh. “It’s nothing really. A woman thing. Maybe I should just…talk to Michonne about it.”

He noted her taping increased as she spoke. Whatever gnawed at her made her more antsy than he’d ever seen her. He nodded in acquiescence though. “If you think it’ll help,” he offered.

Her face, which any outsider would read as confident, fell to reveal the dis-ease within her. “I just…haven’t liked myself much the past few days.”

He mentally reared back. He hadn’t known what to expect, but it certainly hadn’t been that.

The community, their family, loved her. Rick saw her as a sister and formidable strategist whose advice he sought when danger threatened. Michonne loved her as a best friend, and Carl and Judy believed her their second mom. She was Tara’s confidant. Maggie adored her more than any of the rest of them who’d known her entire family before they’d all been lost. Rosita respected and looked up to her as a fellow female weapons instructor. Jerry still brought her cobbler, even though they had plenty of their own food, just to hear her snark and see her smile. And Ezekiel thought her radiant enough to be a queen. The man wasn’t wrong, but Daryl was the lucky one who got to treat her like one.

Everyone had their flaws, but…he didn’t find many in her.

“What…what is it you don’t like?” he asked softly.

She shrugged one shoulder, and he felt her hesitancy. “I’m not good with this stuff,” she mumbled forlornly. “I…always had to swallow these emotions down. I couldn’t tell…him.”

His heart hollowed at the mention of the bastard from her past. It seemed utterly unfair that someone as caring, someone as good and selfless and loving as Carol had once had a sack of shit for a husband. He’d tried to make up for all the shortcomings in her life, but the old habits and memories of self-preservation were cruel and unrelenting.

He knew that as well as she did.

“You can tell me,” he affirmed. “But only if you want. I’ll listen.”

She met his gaze and gave him a sad smile. “I know you will.” She looked at her hands, one picking at a worn band on the opposite wrist. “I overheard some of the teenage girls talking the other day. They were mooning over the new guy, Brad, and Aaron. Carl, Jesus, Rick—”

“Rick?” Daryl blurted out.

Mirth crossed her face. “Rick. And you.”

His eyes widened, and he swallowed hard. “Me?”

She gave him a soft smile. “Yes. You.” His disbelief made her heart ache at how little he still thought of himself at times.

“And then they started assessing the women,” she continued. “About how hot they are, how they want to grow up just like them: Maggie, Michonne, Rosita. But not me,” she whispered, the words dripping with heartache.

“Why the hell not?” he ground out, stung by the ridiculous exclusion of her.

She shook her head. “They think I’m smart and brave. They know I care about them. They even think…”

He saw her cheeks tinge red. “What?” he encouraged softly, though his blood boiled at the thought of what venomous girls might’ve said to hurt her.

“They think I have a nice figure, but…they said I’m old. ‘Dried up,’ is how they put it. Because my hair is short and gray. They said…” She swallowed hard before continuing. “They think we’re hot together, but that I’m too old for you.”

Her voice cracked with the last few words, and he struggled to reign in his anger.

“They’re right: you do have a nice figure. And we are hot together. Hot enough we could teach ‘em how to stand on the sun. But those girls don’t know a damn thing!”

“It’s okay, Daryl,” she cajoled, miserable at having admitted what she’d overheard.

“It ain’t okay,” he retorted. “It ain’t! Bad enough the world was like that before—devaluin’ people because’a the way they look, or who their parents were, how much money they had or what kinda car they drove. Pssh, over things outside’a their control.” He shook his head in disgust. “But now? The hell… And dried up?!”

Furious at the asinine opinions of girls who’d barely survived high school, he tried to calm his rant and focus on Carol.

“You ain’t dried up: you’re the softest thing I ever held. Full’a life and fire and smarter than any ten people put together!”

“To them I am old.” She chuffed deprecatingly. “Ancient even.”

“We’re the same damn age. And I ain’t old.”

They’d never discussed age. It didn’t matter anymore, and other than Judith, birthdays had become a thing of Before. They calculated the passing of time now by the seasons and how many places they’d called home.

“I was 45 when it all happened,” Carol remembered dejectedly. “Guess it’s been about two years now. So I know why they think I’m old.”

“I was 42, so see? We’re about the same. And they’ll be damn lucky if they live to see 25 nowadays, so they best start lookin’ at us with wonder and respect, instead’a being ageist pricks.”

“They’re right though—my hair is short and gray.”

Though he burned with indignation, the fight went out of him at her despondent tone, at how badly the careless chits had hurt her.

“Carol.” He imbued her name with all the love blooming in his chest for the things he saw in her that she couldn’t see in herself.

He dropped to his knees next to her and took her hands in his, waiting until her tear-filled eyes met his before speaking.

“Thank you. For tellin’ me, for sharin’ how you feel. I know it ain’t our way, but thank you for trustin’ me that much.

“You know what I see when I look at you? The woman I love?”

She stared at him forlornly and shook her head, the tears she’d kept at bay finally spilling down her cheeks.

He squeezed her hand with one of his, dropping the other to her sock-covered feet. “I see feet that’ve traveled thousands’a miles to get here. To where you are. Safe and with a family who loves you so much they’d kill for you. And have.” He slid his hand up the back of one calf. “Legs—shapely legs,” he interrupted himself with a quick gleam in his eye, and his hand moved to the front of her leg, up over her knee, and rested on her thigh. “…that’ve carried you out of danger and into war. Down highways and through states and out’a danger and straight to my arms, and I couldn’t have asked for more.”

His hand moved to her hip. “A nice tush,” he said cheekily, and she exhaled a laugh, though tears still eked from her eyes. “A flat belly that carried and nurtured your baby….your body’s a miracle worker.”

Sliding his hand up to rest next to her breast, he continued. “A great figure,” he repeated from earlier. “You nourished your baby. Gave her life and kept her safe. Pillowed her there.” He flicked his eyes up to hers, placing his hand flat against the valley between her breasts. “Pillow me there sometimes too,” he teased with a hint of fire in his gaze. “A heart that overflows for every person you care about. A mother’s love. A lover’s passion. All cushioned in a supple wrapping any man would die for. I would,” he admitted guilelessly.

Her tears had stopped, and she watched him intently as he lifted his hand to her shoulder. “Shoulders strong enough to keep goin’ under the weight of this broken-down hell of a world. To help me stand when I wanna give up. You’ve carried supplies and Judy and more than your fair share of shed tears on ‘em.

“And these arms.” He slid his hand slowly down her bicep and rested it on her forearm. “Toned and strong, but soft enough to offer support anyone who needs it. And they give the best damn hugs I ever got. And these hands…” He turned one of her hands over, palm up, and ran his fingers repeatedly across her palm and down the length of her fingers. “Made to nuture and trained to protect. Gentle enough to cradle Judy and deadly enough to save us all. Perfect for wipin’ tears away and to fit in my hand,” he breathed, lacing their fingers together.

He stared at their clasped hands for a few moments, overcome with the devotion he felt for this woman, and he swallowed hard before looking up at her and continuing.

“A mouth that…hell, whispers the hottest things I ever heard sometimes.” Her cheeks flared pink, and he cupped one with his hand, his thumb lightly brushing over her lips. “And encourages and teases and tells us all how much she cares with every word. Kisses like fire, too,” he added.

“And those eyes. Like the depth of the ocean and just as wild. Fiery when you’re mad and soulful when you’re sad. Windows of your heart, and I could drown in ‘em.”

He slid his hand up into her hair. “Hair so soft. Like silk. Perfect to run my fingers through,” he told her as he did so.

“But gray,” she murmured, recalling the words she’d overheard.

“Mmm,” he mumbled, shaking his head. “Silver. My silver fox.”

She chuffed a laugh at him despite herself.

“What?” he asked, indignant.

“I think…I think that’s a term for a man.”

He looked at her, confused. “Like hell it is. Silver silk,” he murmured, still feathering his fingers through her hair. “All messy and sexy in the mornin’ and after some good lovin’. Curly and cute when it ain’t too hot. Makes you look like a pixie.

“And foxy as hell. D’you know a female fox is called a vixen?”

“Is that my hunter talking?” she teased, trying to shake away the heat of his gaze with humor.

He gauged her discomfort as unease with herself, not with him, and so he continued. “I only ever hunted one vixen, and she’s cunning, loyal, lithe, witty, subtle. No need for flamboyance or struttin’ around.” He looked pointedly at her. “Even though she damn well could.” He waited a beat, then one side of his mouth upturned in a teasing half-smile. “Walk down the street wearing that red bra and panty set you wore last week when you had your way with me and every mouth in this compound’d drool like a damn walker. They’d be beggin’ you to put ‘em outta their misery.”

She closed her eyes and shook her head, but instead of crying she had a small smile on her face.

“Hey.”

She sniffled once, then opened her eyes at his gentle entreaty.

“You’re amazin’, inside and out. I know it’s hard to believe it with the…past and what you been through, but…” He stared up at her in awe. “I only see starlight when I look at you. A canopy of brilliance shinin’ out through all the darkness around us.” He trailed a finger down her check, following a tear track. “I hate that you don’t see it.”

He laced their fingers back together. “I’mma be here to remind you, any time you doubt, okay?”

She nodded, and though the ache of self-loathing hadn’t dissipated, it had lessened with his words of affection.

He kissed her hand, then got up from his kneeling position to sit next to her again. “You’re my vixen. My silver fox.”

She chuckled, nudging him with her shoulder. “I told you…that’s a man.”

“Silver,” he whispered just before placing a kiss in her hair. “And foxy, then.” With a hand on her cheek, he turned her face towards him and barely touched his lips to hers, his words serious, his kiss teasing.

“And yours,” she murmured on a heady sigh, then leaned in to kiss him fully.

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idorkish · 7 years

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Little Munson - Chapter 5

A/N - Life is always a series of good and bad. With every bad thing that happens in life, there is always a way to find the good. So this chapter has mixture of some angst and some fluff!

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In the month after the men of SAMCRO were hauled away, Angel was starting to struggle. Precious was doing her best to keep things normal around the home but the lack of Bobby’s presence weighed heavily on them both. Angel helped as much as she could with cooking and cleaning, but there were days she locked herself in her room. David tried to come over but every time, she would ask Precious to not let him in. Angel avoided everyone as much as she could.

Gemma stopped by once with Bambi, which Angel was grateful for. They spent the evening watching movies and eating popcorn. When Gemma and Bambi left that night, Angel felt her heart break. It would be another month before she would see Gemma or Bambi again.

Angel was confused the next time she saw Bambi at her house. Kozik’s bike was parked out front and Bambi was inside, rolling her eyes at everything Precious was telling her to do. “Bambi, you causing trouble?” Angel called out as she dropped her bag near the door. Bambi smiled and ran over, wrapping her arms around Angel.

Kozik walked over and smiled at the two, “Hey is it ok if I leave her here tonight? I need to do some club things and I won’t be back until tomorrow evening.”

Angel nodded and hugged Bambi tightly. “Of course it’s alright! I have new movies we can watch and it’s been too long since we got to hang out! But wait, I thought she was staying with Gemma.”

“Nah, she’s been staying with me this whole time. Gemma, well she has her hands full. Thanks though kiddo.” Kozik knelt down and turned Bambi to face him, “And do you remember what we talked about?” Bambi rolled her eyes and smiled, “Yes Uncle Kozi.”

“Bambi, I’m serious. Do not make me tell your Daddy and Papi that you were making things hard for Angel and Precious.” Bambi nodded quickly “I swear, I promise! Can I please hang out with my sister?” Kozik gave the girl a hug and kissed the top of her head. “I’ll be back for you tomorrow, about dinner time. So be good and get your homework done.”

Angel enjoyed having Bambi around for the day. It felt like life was normal once again. Kozik returned late the next day and asked them to keep Bambi another night. Angel was ecstatic that she could spend the day with Bambi and David. Good things never last though. The trio had made their way to the clubhouse to see Gemma and Jax when Angel noticed a very angry Mary making her way to the garage office. “Hey David, can you take Bambi inside please? I’m going to make sure those two don’t tear each other apart.”

Before Angel could make her way to the office, a firm hand held her back. “Leave them sis. Let them hash it out.” Angel turned and noticed the bags under Opie’s eyes. “Hey, what’s going on?” Angel hadn’t seen Opie look this miserable since the death of Thomas and JT. “Um, follow me. We got to talk.” For the unforgotten number of times in the past months, Angel felt her stomach and heart clench up. Those were words she was beginning to dread but she followed Opie up the ladder and onto the roof. This is where they all came when they had thinking to do. Opie sat with his legs hanging over the roof and motioned for Angel to sit next to him . “So, what’s going on Ope?”

Opie pulled out a pack of cigarettes and lit on, ignoring the face that Angel made at him. “We’re leaving tonight. Ma pulled me out of school this morning. Packed up what we could. She wants me out of Charming.” Angel froze at the words. No, this can’t be happening. Not now… she thought to herself and willed the tears not to come. “I don’t want to go but she’s had it with Pops. She filed for a divorce already. She’ll get it too. I wanted to tell you in person.”

Angel felt as if her world was falling apart. Bambi was with Kozik and traveled with him when she could. Gemma had seemed distant from her. Jax - well it was hard to keep a tab on where he was at times. And now Opie was being pulled away. “Have you told Bambs yet?” Opie blew out the smoke and shook his head. “Nah, not yet. I was surprised to see her here honestly. Look, I can see you struggling. Take care of you first Angel. Jax, I love him, but he isn’t all here right now. I’ll be gone, so it’ll just be you and Bambi. Stay strong and look out for each other.”

Neither Opie or Angel moved until they heard Mary screaming for Opie to get down. Angel made her way over to Mary and gave her a hug. Despite never being close to Mary, Angel would miss her. She had brought some sort of normalcy to their lives and now that was leaving.

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It took some time but Angel and Precious finally settled into a routine. Angel would wake early and make breakfast for the two of them. Precious would clean up after and then drive Angel to school. In school, Angel did her best to avoid David. She didn’t know why she was doing it but she couldn’t stand to see him at this point in time. She tried to talk to Jax and Opie when she saw them but that was rare, as they seemed to be in school less and less. Lunch was spent with Tara, pouring over books and notes to keep up with class. Tara was the only one who seemed to ask Angel how she was doing and tell her what was going on in the Teller household. Apparently, there had been a lot of fighting between Mary and Gemma when it came to Opie spending so much time at the Teller residence. Tara was also the only one to call out Angel on avoiding David.

“You can’t avoid him forever. He is so confused right now Angel. You haven’t even told him what he did wrong!”

“He didn’t do anything wrong Tara. I just…I just can’t see him right now. I have enough shit to worry about at home.”

“Angel, you’re one of my best friends. You know I love you like my own sister! So it is with great love that I tell you to get your head out your ass and talk to him! Before Jessica finds out and starts to sink her claws into him! You know she has been after him since you two started dating!”

Angel groaned and slammed her books closed. Tara watched as she gathered up everything and stormed out the lunchroom. With a sigh, Tara cleaned up their mess and made her way after Angel, afraid of what she would do. Everyone saw Angel going into a downward spiral and no one knew how to bring her back.

Tara caught up to Angel at her locker and watched as Angel tossed everything in there. “What?” Angel snapped, glaring at Tara. “I didn’t say anything.”

“Tara, you don’t have to say shit. No one has to say anything. I can see it on all your faces. If you want to say something, say it and stop holding back! I’m sick of everyone fucking avoiding telling me things!” When Tara remained quiet, Angel rolled her eyes and stormed off. She knew she shouldn’t have yelled at Tara like that, she was the last person who seemed to be willing to be around Angel. But Tara was also supposed to be her friend and Angel couldn’t help but feel she was hiding something from her.

Angel did her best to concentrate through the rest of her classes. She could feel the eyes of her peers on her; the news of SAMCRO being imprisoned had spread throughout the city and was still mentioned in the newspaper. Angel had heard all the whispers.

When the end of the day finally arrived, Angel tossed everything into her locker. She knew she had to find David and talk to him. Tara had been right and it wasn’t ok to ignore the one of the few people who seemed to want to be around her still. Angel gathered what she needed and made her way over towards David’s locker. “Hey David,” Angel kept her voice low, unsure if he even wanted to talk to her. David stopped putting his stuff away and turned to face her. “Hey yourself.”

“Can we talk? Please?”

“Let me just get my stuff. I’ll walk you home and we can talk, ok?”

As the two left the school, Angel caught Tara out the corner of her eye, giving her a thumbs up. Angel waved and continued on her way with David. The first few minutes were silent as Angel struggled to find words. It took David laughing and grabbing her hand to break the silence. “You are so adorable, you know that right? Look, I get it. It’s rough for you right now. I’ve already forgiven you for whatever it is you’re blaming yourself for. I don’t want you to keep ignoring me though. I miss you babe.”

Angel squeezed his hand and stopped in the middle of the block, yanking David toward her and wrapping her arms around him. “I’m sorry Davey,” she whimpered into his chest. “Shh. No crying Angel. I’m here for you. I just need you to tell me when things are getting rough for you. It’s my job to help you carry your burdens,” David lifted her face and pressed a soft kiss to her lips, “I LOVE you Angel Munson. It’s me and you against the world, no matter what tries to come between us. You’re my best friend. Don’t you ever forget that.”

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Three months after the men of SAMCRO were taken to prison, three of them were freed. Angel waiting anxiously with Precious and David at the clubhouse, ready to welcome home part of the family. The familiar sounds of bikes pulling up made Angel bounce with glee. Of course, Bobby wouldn’t be released for a while more but Angel was happy to at least have part of her family back. Precious sat at one of the picnic tables with David close by. Angel smiled at Precious, as she rubbed her swollen belly. Angel was saddened that Bobby wouldn’t be there to welcome the littlest Munson into the world, but she was determined to keep a smile for Precious.

Clay pulled into the lot first, followed by Tig and Chibs. Bambi was the first to reach them all, jumping into Tig’s arms. Angel felt conflicted as she watched the two. She was happy to see the two reunited but she couldn’t help feeling envious. She wouldn’t be able to hug her dad for who knew how long. Angel walked over to and gave Chibs a quick hug, welcoming him home before she turned and faced the other closest male in her life. Clay had his arms wrapped around Gemma but quickly motioned for Angel to come closer. “I missed your smile princess!” Clay bellowed as he wrapped his arms around Angel and lifted her up. Angel clung to her uncle and did her best not to cry.

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Things were finally getting back to as normal as they could be once the three men returned. Bambi returned to living with Tig. Clay, Chibs, and Tig continued to carry out whatever they were doing before and Angel found herself around the clubhouse more often with Precious and David. Precious and Angel had visited Bobby twice over the past few months, until Precious was not able to move around much more.

It was a Saturday afternoon when Precious, Angel, and David were playing a game of cards at the kitchen table. This had become the norm for the three of them. David often stayed as late as possible, helping to care for the overdue, pregnant Precious. “Think the baby will finally make an appearance soon?” David teased Precious as he shuffled the deck. “I’m hopeful. Feels like this little shit is waiting for Daddy to get out to make their appearance!” Precious looked down at her belly and rubbed her hands over the bump slowly, “You got to come out soon little bean, Momma can’t take holding you in much longer.”

“I can’t wait until Daddy gets out. It’s not the same without him here.” Precious leaned over and patted Angel’s arm. “I know sweetie. He’ll be out before you know it. Especially with the little bean on the way. Now, who wants something to drink?” Precious tried to stand and gripped the edge of the table. David and Angel swiveled their heads and made threw back their chairs. “What’s wrong?” “Precious, is it time?” Precious gripped Angel’s arm and nodded quickly, “Shit,” she growled out, “David, start the car. Angel, grab the bags and call Gemma. Little bean is ready to make an appearance finally!”

Angel and David helped Precious to the car, Angel sitting in back as Precious gripped her hand tight. “I couldn’t get Gemma on the line but Luanne will hopefully be there! You got this Precious.”

After checking in Precious, David sat with Angel in the waiting room. No one had made it to the hospital yet and Angel still hadn’t been able to reach Gemma. The two sat in the waiting room by themselves, Angel leaning against David and slowly drifting off. She wasn’t sure how long she was out, but she felt movement and slowly opened her eyes. David was slowly lowering her head to rest on a pillow before making his way over to a distant figure. Angel was too tired to figure out who he was talking to and soon closed her eyes again.

David looked back on Angel sleeping on the chair. He knew it would be uncomfortable but he was determined to get a hold of someone from the club. He had already managed to call Luanne, who was picking up food for the two of them. Gemma was still MIA. So David tried the last number he knew. It rang three times before someone finally picked up, “Yeah?” The gruff voice spoke. David cleared his throat, “Hi Clay. It’s David. Hale.”

David rolled his eyes as he heard the chuckle on the other line, “Look, Angel and I are at St. Thomas. Precious -” David couldn’t finish his sentence before Clay interrupted him, “What do you mean? Is she ok? What happened?!”

David leaned against the wall and rubbed his face, “Angel is fine. Precious went into labor about two hours ago. We’ve been trying to get a hold of Gemma. Luanne is already on her way. Thought you guys would want to know.” David didn’t wait to hear what else Clay would have to say before hanging up and making his way over back to Angel. David knew they didn’t think much of him still. Two years of dating Angel and he was still himself to them. What he was proving, he was never sure. David leaned over Angel and slowly shook her awake, “Wake up babe. You’re neck is going to kill you like this.”

Luanne had finally arrived with food for them and rushed into the room to be with Precious. Hours later, the current free members of the club and Gemma finally arrived. It would be another 6 hours before Luanne called for Angel to follow her into the room. Precious looked exhausted and her eyes were red, but she had the biggest smile on her face. Angel took a step closer and noticed the little blue blanket. “Meet your baby brother, Robert Jr.,” Precious patted the side of the bed and beckoned for Angel to come closer. Angel sat next to her step-mother and held her arms open to accept her little brother. “Aww, he’s so red and angry! He looks like a little tiki monster!”

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A year after being in prison, Bobby, Piney, and Happy were finally released. Angel kept hold of her baby brother as everyone else continued to decorate the club house. They were throwing a big party to celebrate almost everyone being freed. No one would tell her why, but Otto was the only one not being released and no one knew if he would ever be released. Angel’s heart broke for Luanne but she was glad to see her helping get the party together. Angel made her way over to Luanne and wrapped an arm around the woman’s shoulders. Luanne looked up and gave a small smile but it never reached her eyes. “Hey Ma, how you holding up?” Luanne gave a small shrug, “As best as I can. This is a time for us to be happy, even though not everyone is here. I’ll be ok baby. Go keep this little monster out of trouble, the guys should be here really soon.”

The sound of bikes could be heard in the near distance and everyone made their way outside. Angel sat at one of the nearby picnic tables with little Tiki. Angel couldn’t help but laugh at how her nickname for the baby stuck so quickly. David appeared behind her and pressed a kiss to her shoulder before sitting next to her and passing her the baby’s bottle. David had been a huge help for Angel and Precious since the baby was born. Precious had gotten sick right after Tiki was born so David and Angel took care of them both, making sure that whatever Precious had wasn’t passed onto the baby. Even when she was all better, Angel still cared for her little brother. Precious had picked up an evening shift of work to bring in money to the household and Angel was watching little Tiki every evening. David was always over, bringing them food before Precious went off to work and ensuring that they had what they needed.

David’s family couldn’t understand why he was still with the Munson girl, especially his brother Jacob. But David would just ignore them as he got ready to go over every day. It sucked that they couldn’t do normal dates, just by themselves. But he wouldn’t give it up for anything. The few times they actually went out with the baby, David had to hold back his anger at all the whispering and rumors starting to form. Now that Bobby was back, David was hopeful that he and Angel could be a normal teen couple again.

Bobby parked his bike in his normal space and opened his arms as Precious ran to him. He had missed his wife so much and now here she was, her legs and arms wrapped around him and her lips pressed to his. Bobby knew that tonight would be a welcome home he wouldn’t forget. Setting his wife down, Bobby looked around the lot, searching for his other girl. Bobby stopped when he caught sight of Angel with David’s arm wrapped around her and both doting on a little baby in her arms. Bobby wasn’t ready to every imagine his little girl like that and he stormed over to the two, “Alright break this shit up!” David and Angel both jumped and gave a small laugh. David stood and held out his hand, “Welcome home sir.” Bobby smirked and pulled the boy in for a quick hug. “Thank you for taking care of my girls and little boy. You didn’t have to but you did.” Angel stood and passed little Tiki over to David so she could properly greet her father. All eyes had been on the two. Angel and Bobby wrapped their arms tightly around one another, “Welcome home Daddy, I missed you so much!”

“I missed you so much pumpkin. You’ve grown up so much this past year, you’re not my baby girl anymore,” he sniffled softly and whispered to his daughter. Angel did her best but couldn’t help the tears. “I’ll always be your baby girl, Daddy. But now it’s time to meet your baby boy.”

Precious had joined the three and wrapped her arms around Bobby, resting her head on his shoulder. “Meet Robert “Tiki” Munson Jr.” Bobby frowned and scoffed, “Tiki? What the hell?”

Angel laughed and stuck out her tongue, “He looks like an angry tiki monster when he’s hungry! And he’s always hungry!”

As everyone made their way inside to enjoy the party, Bobby sat outside with his family. Angel and David brought plates of food out so they could eat together as Bobby continued to feed the baby. Looking around the table, Bobby couldn’t help but smile. He had his family back and he would be damned to let them go again. “It’s good to have you back.”

“It’s good to be back kiddos. Now let’s eat!”

#the reaper's angel #samcro au #sons of anarchy au #bobby munson imagine #angel munson #bobby's angel #sons of anarchy #little munson

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