Hi guys! I'm really sorry that I didn't finish my last fanfic. I know a lot of you were looking forward to an update but my computer was broken for a few months and finally my brother fixed it for me. So I decided to start a new fanfic of The Walking Dead because Caryl gives me so many feels and let's be honest, I've wanted to write this for a while. So I hope it's enjoyable and I'll update as much as I can instead of leaving you guys behind this time c:

Disclaimer: I own absolutely nothing of The Walking Dead or its characters.

It's a hot summer day in Georgia. The breeze is blowing but it isn't doing much to cool people down. During the day it's like the dessert, but during the night it's like Alaska. Some of the members of the group are getting ready to go out on a run. Glenn, Maggie, Michonne, and Daryl pack their supplies in the trunks of the vehicles they're taking. Carol makes her way over to the group to say good-bye.

"Be safe." She says looking at Daryl.

"Like you said before, nine lives remember?" he said smirking.

Daryl and Carol had something in the prison nobody else had, they just haven't figured out what it is yet. She looked to him for strength, guidance, protection. But she also looked to him with feelings. She had never felt that way about a man before. Especially with Ed around. He made sure no man even looked in her direction. He made her cut her hair short, wear unattractive clothes, and barely let her eat. When she and Ed found the group, she hoped she would be safe from him. That wasn't the case. He would beat her in her tent for the smallest things. That was over now though. Ed was dead and she could go on with the rest of her life being strong. Daryl made her strong. He inspired her to survive. To make each day count. That's why she couldn't help but have some type of feelings for the man.

"I'll be back woman, don't ya worry 'bout me."

"I'll hold you to that." She said smiling.

God, he loved that smile. He liked Carol a lot better than anyone else in this damn prison. She was the only person that understood him. She was the only one that looked at him caringly. For Christ's sake, she was the only one ever worried about him. He knew there was something special that they had. But he wanted to approach it slowly and let whatever it was come naturally.

"You ain't gotta worry ya little head off like ya always do. It's just down the road. I'll be back as soon as we get some formula for lil' asskicker over there." He said pointing towards the bouncing little baby in Beth's arms.

"It's my instincts to worry. I care about you." She said looking away, blushing.

He put his hand to her chin and turned her face to his.

"I'll be back. You'll see." He said grinning as she blushed even more.

"Hey Dixon, ya comin' or what?" Glenn called out.

"Ya, hold on."

He leaned down and kissed Carol on the cheek. He thought it was the least he could do knowing he could die today.

Daryl ran over to the car and waved to Carol, who waved back as she watched them drive away. She touched her cheek, still feeling his scruff against her delicate skin. What was that man doing to her? She walked back inside only wishing Lori was here for her to gossip to. She wanted to tell her about Daryl and how she felt about him and how she thought he felt about her. Really though, she had no clue how he felt about her. And she knew it was going to be hard to get him to tell her. Daryl isn't the type of guy to tell you what he's feeling. She didn't know what to do so she went out to the graves to visit with Lori anyways.

All he could think about was that kiss. Hell, it wasn't even a real kiss and he can't get it out of his mind. This woman drove him crazy. He knew he had to get her to be his or he didn't know what he'd do. They've been through so much together. Sophia, the farm, all the deaths, just everything. And she still had the heart of an angel. He didn't know how she was still alive after everything. She was one of the weakest members of the group, after all. Then, she started training. She did shooting weapons with Shane, but ammo doesn't last forever. So he taught her some knife skills. He taught her how to survive. He knew he wasn't no damn teacher but he sure as hell knew he wanted her alive.

They finally stopped in a parking lot with about five stores around.

"There could be geeks in every one of these stores." Glenn said.

"But these stores have what we need." Michonne said, speaking out.

"I think we should split into groups of twos. Glenn and Maggie in one group, me and Michonne in anotha'" Daryl stated.

"That would work." Glenn and Maggie said at the same time smiling.

"Alright, now if ya run into to many of'm shoot, then run to the car. We'll do the same so we know when were in trouble or not."

"Okay, good plan." Glenn said.

"Okay, ya'll get the stores on the west; me and Michonne'll get the east."

They started gathering their bags heading into the Rite-Aid. Daryl could smell the dead flesh before he even walked in the door. Michonne was about to walk in but Daryl stopped her.

"What?" she asked.

He pointed up to the bell on top of the door.

"Ya wanna ring tha' dinner bell for'm?" he asked.

He tapped on the window a few times and they sat there, waiting for the walkers.

"So, how are things with you and Carol?" she asked bluntly.

"What? Why ya askin 'bout me and that woman." He said getting nervous.

"It's obvious that you care for her. Plus, I saw you kiss her on the cheek." She said smiling.

"I don't know what I feel t'wards her."

"Yea, that seems like a problem. I say, trust your gut. If you think you like her, tell her."

A walker smacked against the window, startling them as they both raised their weapons. There were only two of them. Nothing they couldn't handle.

"Let's do this." He said.

They opened the door slowly, letting them out and Daryl took out one with his crossbow, while Michonne severed the others head. They stepped inside, hoping not to come across anymore walkers. Michonne searched for baby supplies while Daryl looked for medications in the back. He didn't find much but he found enough to keep them alive if anything ever happened. He started looking around for anything they might need, like clothes, rags, different things like that. He found a necklace with a flower pendant on it with a diamond in the middle. It reminded him of the Cherokee Rose he gave Carol. So he put it in the bag too. Then they heard a shot.

"Fuck. Glenn and Maggie." He said running out of the store, Michonne right on his heels.

He saw them running out of a Super Foods while about a dozen walkers followed behind them.

"Come on, we gotta go now!" he called out to them.

They ran as fast as they could, making it to the car. Michonne started it and they sped away, leaving the walkers behind.