Daryl was excited after his run with Michonne and Tyreese and Bob to go home and see Carol. Theses few months they had gotten very close. She had had to stitch him up a few times and they would chit chat to pass the time, it got them closer. He had picked three perfect Cherokee roses for her. He had planned that after she comforted him about what Bob did (he knew she would) and after the fumbling awkwardness, he was gonna tell her how he felt, and then he was gonna kiss her. It was all planned out smoothly. But when he walked into her cell; she was gone. She wasn't anywhere else, he would've seen her.

Rick walked in behind Daryl.

"Daryl?"

Daryl set the flowers down on her bed and turned around.

"Where is she?" he grinded his teeth as he talked.

"She-she...I..."

Daryl lunged himself at Rick, getting a grip on his collar and throwing him against the bars of the cell door.

"Answer me!" He slammed him against the door again. "Where is Carol!"

"I told her to leave" he replied calmly

Daryl slammed him against the door a few more times.

"Daryl, you'll understand, just-"

Daryl cut him off, he leaned in closer to his face. "You said that you'd stop makin' decisions for us"

"It wasn't for-"

"If you banish one of the group you have to tell the rest of us" more slamming on 'tell the rest of us'. Then he let Rick go.

"Daryl"

"No!" He punched him hard making Rick splatter blood on his hand. Then he ran out of her cell and into his.

He pulled all of his belongings onto the floor and found another bag to stuff it all in. It was night time so Rick was probably the only one awake. Daryl walked into Carol's cell and grabbed her bag and put a few of her things in it. He put the Cherokee roses in his pocket and snuck into Rick's cell and took the map from him and Carol's excursion. (Rick wasn't in there).

Then he went outside and tied up all the bags and supplies onto his bike and started it up. He opened the gates for himself and went off to find his woman.