Disclaimer: I do not own the walking dead i am just renting ;) also first fic please review!
"He-he's dead" Carol croaked she could feel a a lump in her throat.
"He didn't make it, the Governor took him, captured him. We tried going back but we were to late. Merle killed him Merle killed his own brother"Rick said his voice breaking. He then looked at Carol and started to sob. They held to each other and sobbed. Sobbed for what felt like ages for there redneck friend who they would never see again/
It had been three months. Three months sense Rick told carol that Daryl died while getting Glenn and Maggie back. Three months sense the prison was over-run by the Governor and his people. Three months sense they had killed Beth,Carl,Rick,Judith. They killed Judith the Governor snatched her from Beth and when she fought back shot her in the head. He started suffocating her with his palm Carol watched the whole thing as she was being dragged away by Glenn, she saw Carl run towards the Governor and getting shot down, His 12 year old frame pummeling into the earth. She watched as Rick then ran for his daughter for his son running out into the path of fire knowing he would get killed knowing he would be with his family at last. She watched all that while being dragged by Glen to the car. It had been three months.
They drove for hours everyone silent. Tyree's group didnt make it every last one shot down. The only people to get out were her Hershel, Maggie and Glen. Glen Drove while Maggie sobbed into Hershel's shirt. She sat off to the side trying to make herself into a ball hidden from the world and trying to figure out why she even bothered living in this world anymore. After hours they finally pulled up to there destination. Fort benning Carol almost had to stifle a laugh all those months of Shane and Rick arguing over whether they should go or not the irony was to much. It had a gate much like the prison except half of this one was gone. They rolled in discovered a few RV's were left filled with food and supply's That had been a good moment. A good moment that was short lived. After they unpacked what few things they had left and set up for the night Carol went into her tent she could hear the sobs of Maggie and Hershel even though they were in one of the RV's Carol didn't sleep a wink that night.
She was on watch now on top of one of the RV's thinking about how in a year she had lost so many of the people she lost. Jim,jacqui,Amy, Rick,Carl,Lori,Judith,Tdog,Darl,Beth,Andrea, Shane, Ed well not ed she hoped he burned in hell,Sophia oh god Sophia. She felt the familiar ache but pushed it away almost immediately. She refused to cry over the fact that Sophia was dead she refused, Sophia was finally safe and sound in heaven probably playing with Carl she sent a little prayer that Daryl was keeping her safe and sound. Daryl this time the pain was like a thousand knives stabbing her heart. She couldn't stop the tears from falling onto her cheeks like a steady rain. She never got to say goodbye, they weren't anything romantically like she wished for but Daryl was her reason for living her reason for going on in this world. Without him all she felt was emptiness she still found herself questioning why she even bothered sometimes. She looked around feeling a slight De'ja'vu, crying on top of the RV it reminded her of the night Sophia went missing.
She hadn't been able to sleep so she climbed on top of the RV breathing in the summer air trying to calm herself from breaking.
"You okay?" she heard someone say she turned around and Saw Daryl's head he was on the ladder not sure weather to come up or not.
"Im hanging in there"Carol whispered sitting down on the cool roof of the RV she could feel herself start to break all over again as the tears started to fall.
Next thing she knew Daryl had wrapped her arms around her and was hugging her. Imagine that Daryl Dixon hugging someone.
"Sophia is going to be just fine you hear just fine"he said then he must of realized what he was doing because he tensed. Got up quickly and basiclly ran down the ladder.
Carol smiled at the memory that had been the first time Daryl ever smoke more then two words to her. She liked it.
All the sudden she heard a rustle in the trees she stood holding her gun out well it was Daryl's gun. No, no crying she said to herself as her eyes began to water. She had to stay strong for her people.
She saw him before she heard him. His rough thick accent and the the little curses he always did when he was in pain.
"DON' SHOOT"He yelled Carols heart stop. He limped out of the trees bleeding badly from his side and has bruises all over him.
"Carol don't shoot" he said looking up at couldn't believe her eyes.
"Daryl" she whispered.