Hey guys so this is my first fanfic , I love the walking dead and I am a massive Caryl shipper. This is based of the when the group are in prison (season 3) hope y'all enjoy :)
Scars Don't Make Ya Weak
As the memories started to slowly drown her eyes he raised his hands up to her face , his fingertips slowly tracing her jaw then he slowly places his hands on either side of her face softly. Realising she started to break down for no reason she quickly snaps her face away and began wiping away the tears. 'He doesn't need this' she thought as she carries on wiping away her tears. He slipped his hand onto her face once more as if telling her to stop without any words actually being said , she understood. His gaze strong on her , she looks up and her eyes lock with his." You don't need to hide them Carol, especially from me " , " they make me weak" she whispers. Anger slowly crept into his eyes knowing that all of this was to blame because of one stupid bastard .. Ed ." No they don't " he growls "the only thing that made ya weak was that son of a bitch Ed for giving ya those scars, he was the weak one Women not you, this just proves that you survived and how strong your are". Carol smirked at the familiar nickname , Daryl had gotten into a habit of calling her women and honestly she had no issue with it. With their eyes still locked the smirk grew into a full smile that made Daryl's heart warm , "thank you Daryl" she then shifts loser to him and hugs him , she could feel his muscles tense under the contact it made her smile. His face suddenly heats up and he knew he was blushing "er no problem ". Looking back at him the corner of his mouth flicked up into a lop sided smirk and she could feel her skin burning going red. They sit side by side in comfortable silence with there feet hanging of the bed her head resting on his shoulder . Tiredness overcomes her as she slowly closes her eyes ..
As moonlight passes through out the cell block , she wakes up suddenly. Looking around her eyes slowly adjust to the darkness she realises she isn't in her cell. I fell asleep in Daryl's cell , oh god. Whilst she is lying there she notices her body is pressed into someone else's , she turns her head slightly to see Daryl asleep next to her with his chest pressed onto her back with his left arm slung over her waist.
Sunlight reaches her eyes and she wakes up once more , it's probably early morning maybe around 5am . I need to help Beth with breakfast. She slowly begins to move when Daryl's grip tightens around her waist keeping her in place. "Daryl , Daryl I need to get up" , "ugmmm" he replies with a sleepy grunt "nah you don't , ya can stay here". Before she had a chance to reply she was interrupted by Beth. "Carol... carol you in there? " she whispers "yeah Beth I am here ". When Beth reaches the doorway she lifts the cloth that had been hung there and enters . "Oh er sorry , sorry its just I need help to make breakfast , I can get someone else help or do it myself if you would like to stay in bed" , "no Beth its fine". Beth then exits the cell leaving only Carol and Daryl , once again she goes to leave the bed again only to be stopped by Daryl. "Can't get enough of me huh?" , "just your body" he smirks as he sits up in bed before getting up. "Oh yeah , always the sweet talker Dixon at least your honest" . Daryl grabs his crossbow from the corner before he leaves he walks over to Carol and kisses her gently , "nah darlin' your beautiful to me " again he kisses her but this time with more passion. "Am goin' huntin' I'll be back 'round midday". "Okay , well stay safe" , "You too" "nine lives remember" . He smirks and with that he leaves his cell , or should he say their cell.