Title: Thinking
Author: thexxit
Rating: G (maybe one curse word)
Category: TWD – Carol and Daryl
Spoilers: None… well, I guess maybe you do have to know where they've been holed up for the past two seasons.
Disclaimer: The characters and premise are not mine. I do like them though. A lot.
Archive: Anywhere, please, just let me know and keep my name attached.

Feedback: Reviewers are amazing people.

Summary – A small drabble between Carol and Daryl.

A/N – For those of you who follow me strictly because of The Walking Dead, I'm going to start posting some of my older work here, mainly to keep it safe from crashing computers and lost external hard drives (okay, and for feedback, too ;)). Mostly X-Files and Star Trek (the many incarnations) stuff from years ago when I first started writing fic. This doesn't mean I won't write more Walking Dead stuff, so come visit if you do un-follow me as an author! All my stuff is clearly marked, you can just exit out if you didn't get what you came for.

He found her sitting on the grass overlooking the small plot of vegetables. She was looking past that though, to the double set of fences and the walkers roaming around.

"Hey," he said, plopping himself next to her. "What're ya doin'?"

"Nothing," she smiled, glancing at him.

They were quiet a while, and finally he glanced at her. He generally hated silences. He felt awkward, even if he was enjoying the company.

"What are you doing here? I thought you were helping in the back, with the cars?"

"Nah. I ain't no good at that stuff anyway."

She nodded her head but didn't say anything, so he didn't either. He stared with her out into the woods where it seemed endless amounts of walkers were moving about, stupid and mindless, rotting and disgusting.

"Do you ever wonder," she asked suddenly, "how they got to be like that? Was it the betrayal of someone they trusted? Were they the victim of circumstance, maybe alone and afraid and unaware of how to protect themselves? Were they just unlucky? Did they deserve it? Were they innocent?"

"Who knows?" he gruffed out. "Who cares? They don't. They're dead now. They got it easy."

"I just wonder about their last moments sometimes. I'm not humanizing them, don't worry. I'd kill one the minute it got too close, no matter what it looked like, but I sometimes wonder if there are walkers like Ed, or walkers like Sophia. When we kill them again, do they go to heaven or hell? Is there even a god anymore?"

"Was there ever a god?"

She looked at him finally, and shook her head sadly, returning her gaze out to the walkers.

"I suppose you're right," she said. "What god would put this here?"

"Why're ya thinkin' all this stuff anyway?"

"I don't know," she shrugged. "Maybe debating my own mortality. Why do I get to live when someone else doesn't? What makes me special?"

He snorted, but didn't dare give her his answer.

"I could go tomorrow. I could become one of them and never remember my life and those I cared about. Someone would just see me as another bloodthirsty brainless corpse and knife me in the head and walk away without a thought."

"You're not gonna be one of them."

"How do you know?"

"I jus' do, okay? Fuck, you're in some mood today."

"Sorry. Let's do something fun."

"Don't say nothin' 'bout foolin' around," he mumbled, uncomfortable not knowing if her advances were real, and how he would handle it if they were.

"If you don't want to fool around, want to get something to eat? I still have some of those chocolate covered pretzels you found."

"Still?"

"I've been saving them for a special occasion. This is as good as any."

"Sure," he said. He stood up and as she began to walk to the prison. With a quick glance toward the walkers at the fence, he turned and followed her.