Hi guys. This is my first Caryl fic and obviously I don't own them or TWD. Sorry for any mistakes, I'm not a natural english speaker. Hope you like it :D
Chapter 1 - In the cell
Daryl did not believe his ears, it was a bad joke, a lie, it must be. Shit. His head was spinning, his hands were suddenly shaky and his vision got blurred. Hatred grew fast in his chest and expanded, clouding his senses and making him go away from Rick.
Carol was gone. No, she had been abandoned somewhere, with provisions for a few days, with a car that may break in the middle of nowhere and all because of a whore. Fuck what that niggar would think when he find outs, Carol was family and Rick should have thought about it first.
For Daryl her attitude seemed obvious, Carol sought the protection of all of them, eliminated the threat effectively and safely. Rick was an idiot.
He ran his hands over his face in a nervous gesture, feeling his fingers rubbing his skin roughly. He dad to do something. Perhaps Carol was not far away, it might be possible to find her and then... What he could do? Daryl could go away with her and let everybody behind? No, that was not an option, they needed him, were his family. He will bring her back and Rick will have to accept it. No one would dare lay a finger on a wire hair if that woman, no without have to face the consequences.
Sons of bitches, fucking shit!
Daryl sank in the small bed. Her scent filling his nostrils as he buried his face in her pillow. Tears filled his eyes and there, hidden, Daryl allowed himself a few seconds to let the pain take over.
He had lost Merle and several companions, members of this new family, lose Carol was not fair, not her. His hands curled into fists and buried on the pillows, muffling his crying. He had to calm down, had to regain his control and then he would go look for her. And Daryl knew he would find her again, sooner or later.
Gradually he felt all the tension out of his muscles and his senses return to normal. After the initial shock, Daryl went back to his hunter mood. He needed to make plans for his next steps, had to prepare.
He turned his face into the pillow, relaxing in little against metal bunk and opened his eyes slowly to the clarity of the cell, noticing something nailed to the wall that made him get up.
Daryl had been there some times, talking to Carol or passing by to give her something and still had not noticed those three photos pinned to the wall. He ran his fingers gently by the image of a smiling Carol, young and with a long curly hair, a Carol's version he did not know, holding a pink and giggling baby. Sophia. Daryl's throat closed and he swallowed hard.
The next one showed Sophia and Carol sat on a wooden bench in a garden. The photo must have been taken shortly before all that zumbie shit happen. And the last one was one of those snapshots taken with Glenn's camera, showing he reclined in the cellblock corridor with Carol behind him holding Judith with her right arm and making horns on his head with her left hand. The photo was kind of funny and she seemed happy, genuinely happy.
Daryl tore the pictures off the wall and pocketed it.
Fuck it, he thought. He would find that woman, even if he had to go to hell and back.
TBC