A/N: Hello guys, here's my second Caryl fanfic which's going to be longer than the first one since it's not a one-shot. Please give reviews because it really helps whether it's good or not (just try not to be too mean, that's just not really nice). This fanfiction is inspired by the dramatical side of Sia's song Chandelier (as you may have noticed by the title). I love the song and her voice in it, really lovely.

** Disclaimer: I do not own The Walking Dead and the characters. **


Chapter 1 – To describe a Dixon

Daryl had been so worried about the fact that she may have died, the one he loved, his Carol. When he found her in the tombs it probably was the most beautiful day in his life since a long time – maybe since he was born. The nights after he couldn't stop thinking about that, couldn't stop reminding himself of her weak expression when he lifted her head by applying his finger under her chin and gently pulling up. It was too hard to face: after all, he almost lost her forever that day. And that happening again was certainly not possible in his mind.

Since then, they had got closer and burned the step of physical relations – more than once. Maybe they were in a relationship or maybe they were just friends with benefits, but whatever it was, it was fine by him as long as he could keep up with those. She hadn't stopped surprising him during their love sessions by making positions he had never tried – that would make him lose his mind every time –, moving her hips as if it was the last time in her whole life or simply by riding the hell out of him like a diva. Whatever it was – love or benefits – it was the best relationship he could ever have had.

And not to mention how lucky he felt to have such contacts with a woman like her. If someone would have tell him that he'd do such things with a once abused and once married woman during the end of the world he would have punch that person hard. Deep, deep inside, his heart would flutter or would skip a beat every time she would touch him or even only look at him. He'd lightly choke when he would stare at her only to notice that she is already staring and each time she would giggle at his reaction. She definitely didn't know that Daryl could be such a sweetheart when they were just the two of them. Still, sweetheart wasn't exactly the right word to describe a Dixon. Let's say that he was more docile and comprehensive and – yes, a little bit – romantic at some points… especially when he knew that sex was on the to do list of the day.

So whatever their relation was he was in love with her, in hella deep love, but he would never admit how much he cared for her neither for anyone else.

Once, they went on a quick run in a village nearby the prison, just the two of them, on his motorcycle. Because they were looking for food, they decided to stop to a restaurant near the drug store. Carol, armed with a knife Daryl had gave her, knocked on the door to alert the potential walkers inside of their presence. Seconds later three of them went scraping on the dusty glass, filling the once silent air with their moans even from inside the building. Daryl gestured her to open the door has he positioned himself a few feet away of the door with his loaded crossbow. When the first walker came out he simply put it down with a bolt right between the eyes, stabbed the second with his knife as Carol kicked the third one, causing it to fall on the floor. With her legs on each sides of the dead man's body she slowly planted the blade in his skull.

"You makin' progress," Daryl commented with a smile curling the side of his lips as he pulled the bold out of the walker's head and stepped next to her and inside the restaurant. "Good thing."

The place seemed to be once a majestic place where fancy food would have been served. Around them were tables covered of a white lacy fabric and chairs made of strong and dark wood. On the opposite side of the restaurant were two wide stairs – one in the left corner and one in the right corner – made of beige stone almost catching up once they were on the first floor. They leaded to a balcony that continued on the left and right walls as well, where they could also notice smaller tables. A huge painting hung on the wall in the main balcony and Daryl's eyes stopped on it for a moment. In the middle of the place was the biggest chandelier Carol had ever seen in her whole life. It was all made of transparent crystals, but there also were a few red ones one the bottom of it matching with the red and cream colors on the walls and the fake vines wrapped on the perch of the balcony. Under their feet was a carpet in the same tones with vines and grapes drawn on them, also matching with the rest of the decoration. Even though all that was covered in dust the room didn't lose its charm.

"It's the most beautiful place I've ever seen," Carol turned to Daryl with watery eyes to find him more inspecting the place for other threats than actually taking care of the beauty of the restaurant. "I know it's crazy, but we should come and eat here once.

"What?" his eyes were now turned on her and the expression on his face seemed to ask her if she was okay up there.

"I mean on a date. You never took me out on a date…" she gently stomped the floor with her foot as she joined her hands together and staring down at the carpet, all that to indirectly ask him to take her out.

"It's too dangerous, can't risk it," he shook his head.

"But we could clear it today, it doesn't need to be a great meal as long as it's here and with you."

Her eyes slowly moved to meet his and a small smile curled her lips. She didn't say more and kept staring at him until he sighed and nodded a brief "Mkay then."

She jumped in his arms, "Thank you," and when she pulled away, she leaned forward so she could add in the sexiest whisper that could come out of her lungs: "Don't worry, you'll be gladly rewarded for that." She bit his lobe – because she knew it would turn him on – and made her way to the door that leaded to the kitchen soon followed by the defeated hunter.