Flaws

Hey guys! This is my first walking dead fanfiction, so go easy on me! I love Caryl so much, I think they are ust adorable and perfect together. All mistakes are my own, I've proof read but there's bound to be a missing comma or typo somewhere. Anyway, enjoy!

Chapter 1: Wanted

It was a relatively quiet day at the prison, Daryl and Glenn had gone on a run a few days ago, they came across a bunker underneath a small store, which held well over a weeks supply of food and water for all of them, so they stocked up thus not needing to go on a run for another few weeks, that way all of them would always be there, able to help hold down the fort if anything were to happen.

Carol scoped the room, Maggie and Glenn were on watch, but she knew all too well they were doing anything but 'watching.' Rick was talking with Hershel, she overheard some things such as making their cell block more like home, for Judith's sake. Michonne was in the corner, cleaning her sword, keeping herself to herself. Carl was helping Beth with the cooking, shooing Carol, telling her that she shouldn't have to cook all the time and that they could handle it once in a while; truth be told, without being occupied with cooking she wasn't sure what to do with herself, she had always cooked, cleaned, washed the clothes, she knew nothing more than that lifestyle, and if she tried, Ed would beat her.

She looked around and noticed an absence then walked quietly into their cell block, she heard a soft, what was that? Mumbling? Singing, perhaps? It was a gruff, familar voice, Daryl. A smile stole Carol's lips as she moved closer to the stairs that led to his perch. The sight that caught her eye stole her breathfor a few seconds, her smile growing wider. Daryl had Judith snuggled in his arms, held tightly to his chest. He had his head titled and was looking down at the bundle in his arms as he sung to her softly. Who knew, Daryl, the rough, tough, redneck, good at singing and very good with babies.

"You know I'd fall apart wi'out you, I don't know how you do what you do. 'cause everythin' that don't make sense abou' me, it makes sense when I'm wi'you." He sung softly, quietly, a delicate purr, amost.

He hummed for a while, the rest of the verse, Carol predicted, before she heard him start to sing again. "You gotta know you're wanted too, I wanna wrap you up, wanna kiss your lips, I wanna make you feel wanted."

Once again, he paused, not humming this time, but instead with confusion in his eyes, Carol could almost hear the clogs turning in his head. "I wanna call you mine, wanna hold your hand forever, never let you forget it, baby I, wanna make you feel wanted."

He stopped singing, looking at Judith intently. "I would sing tha' to her but everyon' would laugh an' think I've gone crazy." He mused.

The bundle stirred and Daryl lifted her so that they were face to face, she reached out her chubby arm and placed one little hand on his nose, staring at him. Daryl scoffed, "What do y'know... You're jus' a baby." He muttered, somewhat jealous of the unbroken innocence in the child's eyes.

Carol was now sitting under the stairs, listening to him, his singing may not have calmed the very animated Judith, but it sure as hell had calmed her.

"I'm no better than Ed." Carols head snapped up, alarmed by just the mans name, she hugged herself, shivering slightly, but continued to listen to Daryl's mutterings. "I can' give her nothin', provide her with nothin'. Hell, I can' even protect her. I can' tell her I love her, it'll ruin everythin'.

Slowly, hesitantly, not to startle him, she stood up and walked to the bottom of the stairs, looking up at him. "You found me, you saved me. Don't you dare put yourself down like that! You are nothing like that monster that I used to call my husband, nothing! You hear me? You've protected me, saved me countless times. Ed never did that, he wouldn't, and if he did have to save me I'd have a black eye to show for it in the morning." She touched her eye, reliving the horrid memories. Daryl's blood boiled with anger, the thought of that bastard hurting her made him wish that Ed was alive just so he could be the one to kill him, do what he did to Carol right back to him. He set Judith down in her crib and stared at Carol, stunned. But before he even had time to think, let alone say something, she began to speak again.

"And for you telling me you love me, you just did." She paused, chewing her lip anxiously. "Truth be told, I love you too, I have for a long time." She laughed nervously as did Daryl, their eyes locked and suddenly no words were needed, no sounds were made, no one moved, everything stayed still and in that little intimate moment everything that needed to be said was said in silence with just their eyes dancing and small smiled plastered on their faces, they understood each other, they were each other.

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