Words in frosted windows

*MAJOR CHARCTER DEATH*

This is a multi-chapter and any dead characters will remain main characters.

Daryl stood next to carol in watch tower three looking over the small community they had fought to protect over the last few months. He tossed his head, flicking the long dark brown hair out of his eyes. Carol had offered to cut it for him a number of times but she had been flatly refused.

"Don't say anything." Daryl said before carol could even think about teasing him about it. Carol laughed and turned to do a circle off the tower. Even they hadn't seen the governor for some months it didn't mean he was gone for good. Psychopaths like him didn't just disappear they had to be burned to the ground.

"What you thinking about?" Carol asked her eyes where full of curiosity.

"The Governor." There was no point in pretending with her. She could always read him and he could always read her. That was why they worked so well together. That was why they could fight together so well. Sometimes they could know what the other was thinking without that person ever having to say anything.

"Yeah, I know. We'll find him." They had been sending out parties looking for him but they had come back empty – handed.

The sound of a car revving caught his attention. It was distant and far-off. There was no way to tell whether it was one of theirs or not. Daryl cocked his crossbow and carol flipped the safety off her rifle nevertheless. They stood shoulder to shoulder, weapons raised. If it was foreign Vehicle then they were to shoot its tires out and others would go out to inspect the stoped car(s).

Quickly Daryl ran through in his mind whether there was a run today. There shouldn't be one on but if there was an unofficial one he was going to kick someone's ass.

Gunshots echoed around and Daryl felt something warm soaking into his shirt.

"Daryl!" Carol screamed and pulled him back into the tower slamming the door shut behind them. He followed Carol's line of gaze and then he saw the red seeping across his abdomen. His best friend's hands shot out to try and stop the bleeding.

The pain and shock hit him home as Daryl stumbled back. Glass shattered all around them as bullets ripped into Carols gut. She screamed out in pain and he caught her as she fell. Both of them lay on the cold cement floor trying to stop the bleeding. Glenn and Maggie where yelling down below. They must have been on their way to relieve them of their shift when the shit hit the fan.

His hands ran across her stomach feeling at least three definite bullet holes. Screams and smoke hit their senses and was all around them. Carol was sobbing in pain as Daryl tried his best to shield her from the incoming bullets that would occasionally shoot through the thin wooden plaster walls into their bodies.

Pounding on the steps sent the message of someone coming up the steps. Hoping to god that it was friendlies, Daryl reached out for something he could use as a weapon. His hands landed on the machine gun. He pulled himself up to sit against the wall pointing the gun at the door.

Seconds seemed to be hours as Daryl sat one hand held in Carols hand and the other on the trigger. An odd silence overcame the scene of terror. Whoever had been coming up the steps must have stoped. Daryl threw the gun away and He rolled over to see carol's face deathly pale from blood loss. He pulled her up so they were both curled up against each other in the corner. He knew he was going to die, he could feel it in his gut. He looked down at carol and cradled her head with his hands. She smiled at him and a silent conversation passed between them. Their faces came closer and closer together until their lips met in an urgent clash of teeth and tongue. They never had to talk to understand each other.

The pulled apart so they sat resting against each other, watching the snow fall, through the smashed window. He heard their names being shouted down below but they would never get here in time. His hands tightened around carol and their eyes met.

Slowly but surely they drifted off into whatever place people went when they died. They world of colour soon became grey and fuzzy.

And then slowly it became black.

They died together.

With smiles on their faces and their gaze locked.

And so we start our story. Please review.