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So sorry it took me so long to get this one up! This is not necessarily connected to the Pregnant story line but it could be. Any way I really liked writing this one however I had the hardest time ending it and I'm really not happy with the ending but I don't think I'm going to come up with anything soon. So I decided to just post it and if I do come up with something I will update it then!

I am so blown away by the fact that people really liked the first drabble! The next chapter is another may or may not be connected and I am in the process of writing one that is defiantly connected!

Anyways enough of my rabbling I hope y'all like this one and please let me know what you think!

Disclaimer- I own nothing I just like to play in the sandbox! Plus if I did we would already have Carol and Daryl together in the show not just in our minds!

Rick, Daryl, Maggie, and Michonne were on a run to a town that Maggie and Glenn had found on their last scouting mission, 2 days ago. The town appeared to have been relatively untouched by looters, so the young couple had brought back what formula they could and the group began planning a large run to bring back as many supplies as they could. The group of 4 had made their way through the grocery store, a few clothing shops, a baby store and were about to start going through the large outdoor sports store that was on the outskirts of town.

"Okay lets stick together on this one, we'll start over with the guns and ammo and make our way around." Rick said to the group as they piled out of the three trucks they had brought with them.

The group nodded their understanding and began making their way through the super-center. They found plenty of ammo and a few useful guns, some even with suppressors. They made their way further into the store picking up hatchets and knives, survival gear, fishing equipment, outdoor clothing, and lots of boots. Finally they came across the archery section and Daryl took the lead. He grabbed every bolt there, wax and cleaning equipment, and a couple of quivers. He then came to the bows. He grabbed a compound bow, that was nicer than anything he had ever shot. Daryl then moved to the crossbows. The redneck hunter grabbed one of the nicest bows he had ever seen and then started looking for something in particular. He finally found what he was looking for and felt the weight, and checked the pull of the string. Perfect, he thought. He went back to the supplies area and grabbed a wrist guard. He turned and nodded at Rick; the group then made their way out of the store to finish filling up the vehicles and head home. On their way out Daryl grabbed a archery target deer. He had plans for the things he had grabbed. They loaded up the trucks and made the 40 minute drive back to the prison.

Beth opened the gate for them as they drove into the yard. The others came out to help unload the haul of supplies. This was probably the biggest run they had ever made and spirits were high within the group. Carol made her way over to Daryl's truck and began helping him unload it. She smiled when she saw all the archery equipment; she was glad he had found something for himself.

Later that night after all the supplies had been put away and a large dinner had been cooked and enjoyed. Carol found Daryl in their cell fiddling with one of the crossbows he had brought back. She smiled as she watched the man inspect the weapon, pull the string back and dry fire it. Carol couldn't help but wonder why he had brought back three different bows. she could understand the compound bow but why two crossbows he already had his original and the one Michonne and Rick had found a while back as backups. Her curiosity got the best of her, Carol cleared her throat; breaking the rough man out of his routine with the bows.

"Hey" he said softly as she came to sit next to him.

She gave him a short yet passionate kiss.

"Hey. I'm glad you made it back." Carol said softly, her hand resting on the back of his neck playing with the longer bits of his hair.

"I told ya woman, I'll always come back." Daryl said quietly.

Carol nodded and they shared a quiet smile. They lapsed into a comfortable silence.

"Gottcha somthin." He said softly.

He held up the crossbow he had been inspecting when she came in and handed it to her. Carol's eyes went wide, she had been asking him for months to teach her how to shoot his crossbow. He had always scoffed at her and walked away mumbling something under his breath, which Carol swore one time sounded like, "ain't nobody touchin her but me." She was excited to finally have the chance to learn.

"When do we start?" She said gleefully.

Daryl chuckled and gently took the weapon from her hands and sat it on the floor.

"Tommora right now I just wanna lay down and sleep fore we got watch."

Carol nodded and stood to close the curtain on their cell door. They both readied for bed which for Daryl only consisted of removing his vest and begrudgingly his boots but they were set right by the bed and could be easily thrown on at a moments notice. Carol removed her sweater and shoes with watch in a few hours neither of the pair felt the need to undress completely. They curled up into bed cuddled together and drifted to sleep.

About 4 hours later Rick woke them for their watch. Daryl grabbed both his new crossbow and hers, along with a quiver of bolts. Carol grabbed her riffle and they headed out to the guard tower. The pair climbed the stairs and eventually made it to the top of the tower, settling in for their 4 hour watch. Daryl decided to wax and lube the strings on both bows and lube the rails.

"Can you show me how to do that?" Carol asked softly.

Daryl smirked up at her. "Yeah. Jus' like this. Not to much." He instructed as she imitated his movements on her own bow.

"Thank you for this by the way." Carol said as they worked, periodically stopping to check the perimeter.

"Ain't nothin. Jus figure better than that riffle if ya tryin ta be quite…. An' stops ya from buggin me bout it so much." Daryl huffed with a small smirk.

Carol chuckled and gave his cheek a quick kiss.

"Alright, so firs go head an' try ta pull this string here back." Daryl said pointing out the things he was talking about.

Carol nodded and held the bow down like she'd seen him do so many times and tried to pull the string back. She struggled slightly but managed to get the string notched in the trigger mechanism.

"Good. Now stand straight and bring it up sorta like your rifle." He said gently.

She did as instructed. The weight was much more manageable then his bow and it seemed slightly shorter than his.

"Alright, naw don' hold it so tight to your shoulder. And move this hand here. Legs like this. Look through here."

As he was directing her stance he moved so that his front was pressed to her back with his arms around her guiding her to the correct stance.

"Now when you fire, you squeeze the trigger, never pull." Daryl said in her ear his breath hot against her skin.

She was incredibly turned on at the moment and if the bulge pressing into her ass was any indication so was he. She nodded at his last instruction and allowed his finger to guide hers, squeezing the trigger and dry-firing the bow. He turned her head to his then and captured her mouth in a bruising kiss, grabbing the crossbow out from her hands and setting it down gently as their kiss became more and more heated. He started walking back into the room and off the balcony. Their hands wandering over the others body. Carol broke the kiss and began laving her way down his neck and to his collarbone. He pulled her up then, grabbed the bottom of her shirt and ripped it over the top of her head.

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Later after having put their clothes back on, Daryl began explaining how the sights on the bow worked and how to load a bolt. He had her practice quickly notching the string and loading a bolt. By the time their shift was over Carol was ready to begin actually shooting. Daryl led her over to the spot in the yard where he had set up the target deer.

"Alrigh' go'head and load up."

Carol did as he said and took aim at the target.

"Good now 'member line up and deep breath, now squeeze." His hand was on the small of her back as he said this.

She followed his instructions and as she squeezed the trigger he pushed gently on her back. The bolt hit the deer in the hind leg, not the target area; she huffed and he chuckled.

"Tha's ok we'll keep workin' on it."

They worked like this till Beth came to get them for lunch. By that time Carol was consistently hitting with in the target and more times then not hitting the bullseye. Daryl thought it was time to start trying moving targets; so while Carol looked after Judith and helped Beth with the laundry, he wrangled Carl to help him rig up a way to move the deer around. They found a board of wood and a couple of desk chairs; they used the wheel bases, from the chairs, and duck taped them to the bottom of the board. Then they screwed the deers legs into the board and drilled holes in the middle of each side and in all four corners of the board. They tied some rope through each hole and when they pulled the ropes the deer would move.

Daryl went inside to get Carol and brought her out to see his creation.

"Wow guy's this looks great!" She exclaimed as soon as she saw it.

"Alrigh' get loaded up and then Carl is goin ta pull onea the strings. Do yer best to hit the target."

Carol nodded as she notched the string and loaded a bolt.

"Ya ready?" he asked.

She nodded once and took a deep breath.

"Aim where it's gonna be, not where it is." Daryl whispered right before Carl started moving the deer.

Carol took aim and squeezed. The bolt flew and then hit the ground right where the deer used to be.

"Tha's alrigh'. Try 'gain"

She nodded and loaded the bow again.

"Alrigh' kid go." Daryl yelled.

Carol took a deep breath, aimed, and let the bolt fly.

"WAY TO GO CAROL!" Carol called from where he stood.

The bolt was dead center in the bullseye. Carol smiled wide at Daryl, who was giving her his trademark smirk.

"Goo' job woman. Now do it 30 more times." He quipped as he shot her a wink, she smirked back.

They worked with the moving target until Beth dragged them in for dinner. That night Daryl gave her a shoulder massage which led to a quick round of love making and then they fell into a deep sleep in each others arms.

Over the next few months Carol became more and more efficient with her bow. Daryl began taking her out with him to hunt, claiming that if he had two people hunting he wouldn't have to be gone as long and also that they could make jerky out of what they brought back extra. Carol knew that he just enjoyed her company and that seeing her taking down game made him insanely proud. She was nearly as deadly as him with her bow after about 3 months of practice and when she took down her first buck Daryl was quick to let everyone know that it was her who had taken down the animal. He could not have been prouder of his woman.

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Ok so I hope y'all enjoyed that! I had a blast writing it!

I have not become completely comfortable with writing smut so thats why the cut but I'm getting there so hopefully we will have some soon cause I do want to but I want to give you something good and not something I hate and you will too most likely.

Ok so on to happier things!

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