The Friend Zone

Acquaintances

(A/N: This chapter is going to start in Daryl's POV and then go to Carol's POV but it will be the same time period for them. Enjoy!)

Daryl's POV

I wake up to find myself alone in the bedroom. I look in the bathroom and the other bedroom for Carol but she is nowhere to be found.

I head to the kitchen to find two plates with eggs and peaches on them but no Carol. I start to dig in when I notice a broken piece of glass on the ground that wasn't there before.

I run to the bedroom and get my crossbow and run back to the kitchen.

Where the hell is Carol?

I start to worry when I see footprints made of mud going out the backdoor. I decide to follow them.

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Carol's POV

I wake to pitch black and struggle to move my hands when I feel a sharp pain in my skin from something scrapping against my skin.

Rope. I'm tied up. Shit.

I try desperately to free my hands but only give myself rope burns.

I soon remember that I have a knife in the right sleeve of my leather jacket. I reach my finger in there searching for it when someone grabs the bag off my head. I blink as I try to get my sight back.

"Looking for this?" A low voice says and I jerk to the direction it's coming from. I sit there glaring at the stranger, not sure what to do.

"Why am I here? Why did you take me?" I'm jerking against the rope now. Not caring if it burns and just wanting to get the hell out of here.

"All in good time, darling." He slurs the words as if he's drunk. Is he drunk? I don't want to test my limits though. He's quite big and I'm quite small. But still, I could beat his ass.

I glare at him for a while till I have the courage to break the silence. "Who the hell are you?" I see him smirk.

"You don't remember me? Well we never actually met. But I've been looking for you guys for a very long time. I was gonna go after Rick, until a few weeks ago when I finally caught up to you guys and overheard someone say that you were the one who caused the explosion." He pauses for a minute.

Oh fuck. He's talking about Terminus.

"Your from Terminus? I thought they were all dead." I gape at him as he stares at me with what looks like determination and anger.

"When the explosion hit, my leg got screwed up pretty bad. But I managed to get out just as the walkers started piling in." He twists my knife in his hand as if he's testing to see if it's what he wants. "I made it my mission to find you guys and kill Rick. But now that I know the truth, I'm just fine with killing you instead."

He stabs the knife into the table making me jump. He starts walking towards me slowly. I feel like it's been hours when he finally comes close enough for me to feel his breath bounce off me. "I'm still gonna kill your entire group though." He runs a finger from my forehead down to my neck with a devilish grin on his face.

"Get your disgusting hands off me you pig!" I spit in his face and stare into his eyes with hatred. He wipes his face and punches me. Hard. I have the urge to bring up my hand to protect myself from another blow but never get one.

He sighs and turns around. "Maybe I'll just let you rot in here and let you arch as I kill some of your other people." He turns to face me again. "Rick maybe. Or maybe Carl. That was his name right?"

He leans down so we are at the same level. "Or maybe Daryl. I hear you guys are pretty close." He gives me a wry smile. I jerk forward and try to grab him but he moves before I can.

"Don't you touch him you bastard!"
"Now, now. There is no need for name calling." He walks over to the table and I see that he has a sort of plastic sheet wrapped around something. He unwraps it and I see all different kinds of tools. Sharp tools. He grabs a knife off the sheet and walks over to me.

"Let's get started."