Daryl & Carol One-shots (Completed)

Thirty-Five - I'll find my Way back to You

"You can never tell anyone, especially your mom, because if you do, one morning you'll wake up, and you won't be in your bed.
You'll be outside the walls, far, far away, tied to a tree, and you'll scream and scream because you'll be so afraid. No one will come to help because no one will hear you. Well, something will hear you. The monsters will come — the ones out there. And you won't be able to run away when they come for you. They will tear you apart and eat you up all while you're still alive. All while you can still feel it."

Carol shut her eyes, sighing and ducking her head low.

She heard about Jessie, Ricks grieving being comforted by Michonne. She heard about Sam. That the monsters got him. That they got the whole family. Guilt travelled through her every time she thought about it, how she scared him and wondered if it was her fault.

Carol sighed again and looked up, eyes locking with Michonne's.

"You should rest." Michonne's voice spoke, firm and command like. Judith shifted in her arms.

Carol shook her head. "How is she?" she asked, referring to Judith.

"Fine, she's good. Doing better than you, by the looks of it."

"Michonne," Carol warned. "I'm fine. I'm not who we need to be worrying about anyway. Carl lost his damn eye for Christ's sake, he almost died." She let lose another heavy sigh. "God, Michonne. He could of died."

"We all could of." Carol looked at Michonne, her plump bee strung lips tightly shut. Carol looked down, reaching up and putting her hand on her head. "Rest." Michonne ordered, walking closer to her and taking her forearm gently. "You need too. If Morgan wasn't in Ricks good books he would be looking and feeling worse than you, trust me. I would make sure of that."

Carol breathed out a laugh and let her lead her to one of the spare rooms. "Thank you." Michonne shook her head gently.

"No need, just rest, Carol."

"Will do." Carol walked over to the bed and sat down, knowing Michonne was staying by the door waiting for her to lay down in bed and stay there. She looked at her. "I promise, I'm not going anywhere."

Michonne smirked. "Good girl, and I'll know if you do." She reached for the door knob and begun closing it. "Wave goodnight Judie." Judith gave a small wave to Carol and the door closed fully.

Carol let her small smile fade and stared down at her boots, before slowly taking them off her aching feet and laying down and staring at the ceiling, closing her eyes.

They will tear you apart and eat you up all while you're still alive. All while you can still feel it.

Look at the flowers.

You have to let yourself feel it.

Let's start over.

I won't have you there.

I did something, I stepped up.

Where you goin'?

I don't know.

Thank you.

Her eyes opened and she sat up. Sighing for probably the hundredth time now, rubbing her eyes and looking around the room. The floor creaked as she moved and placed her feet on the floor. As she stood she heard a knock from clearly Michonne.

"Sorry Michonne, but I can't sleep and I'm fine anyway. I don't need rest..." her words fade as she looks up from putting her boots on, seeing Daryl. Clean Daryl. She loses her breath at the sight of him, feeling like forever ago since she last did see him.

"Carol." His voice is rough, tired, distant.

"Hi." she says, in a way making her look small, fragile, delicate. She which is not.

He looks at her, eyes full of want need and actual love. It takes him three strides towards her and he pulls her to him, wrapping his arms around her body and burying his face into the crook of her neck. She immediately hugs him back, tightly, like if she lets go that it's over. He'll disappear.   

"Are you okay?" she whispers to him. He doesn't answer, just places small kisses to the neck as a way of saying 'I'm okay' or 'I am now I have you in my arms.'

They stayed like that, in each other's arms, him places soft kisses to her skin. She felt save, at ease, at home. Something she hadn't felt in a long time. He was okay and so was she, they were going to be, they gotta be. Later as the day progressed and night fell, the two found themselves tangled in sheets, naked bodies pressed against one other in the small space of the single bed they possessed.

Carol relaxed in his embrace and listened to the soft thumps of his heart beat, steady and at a normal pace. His soft breathing signalling he was sleep while Carol stared at him, memorising the details of his face, like she was seeing it for the first time, and the last.

They were going to be okay, they had each other, they survived together, they belonged together, and with what ever would be thrown at them they would always find their way back to each other. Always.

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Woah, long time no see. I was dead for awhile then I rose from my grave remembering people actually like my oneshots I do. No but thank you all these have become hugely popular and I'm so happy and grateful! Hope you enjoy this, it's been a while and I'm sorry for the wait. Also how CRAZY was the latest episode??!?!?
I guess Carl will be called Arl now, ya know since he can't C........... AHAHA OKAY BYE