Chapter 1... Piece of shit.

Carol sat there just staring at the wall, it had been a day since she saw her walk out of that barn. She couldn't believe that this whole time her precious Sophia had been so close, yet so far away; her body in the barn but her soul gone. She didn't know what to do, how could she go on now that she didn't have her daughter, and was all alone in this terrifying new world.

She heard the door to the rv open and close, and wiped the tears from her cheeks then pulled the covers over her head. Carol didn't want to see or speak to anyone, or listen to them say they were sorry for her loss.

"Carol...I Brought ya food"

The man's voice surprised her. She pulled the covers off and saw Daryl Dixon standing over her.

"I'm not hungry" she mumbled and started to pull the covers back over her head, but Daryl had pulled them away and let them fall to the floor.

"Damn woman, ya are goin' to eat, no sittin' around feelin' sorry for yourself," Daryl frowned looking down at her.

Carol felt the tears build up, not from sorrow but anger. "Who are you to tell me not to feel sorry for myself!?" She yelled and sat up looking him dead in the eye.

"Who am I?!" He snapped and pointed his finger in her face "I am the man who never gave up hope that Sophia was alive! I went out there day and night lookin' for that girl of yours. Never once did I give up hope that she was alive," he paused and shook his head. "Unlike you, her own mother, flesh and fuckin' blood, the only person she relied on in shit forsaken this world!" he began to raise his voice.

Carol slapped his hand out of her face and glared up at him, tears now running down her cheeks "Get out!" she yelled.

Daryl scoffed and set the plate on the nightstand next to her bed. "Gladly" he said and walked out slamming the door behind him.

Carol wanted so badly to throw the plate of food at the door as he walked out, but she knew that the food could go to someone else. She got up and took the plate walking out of the RV, just in time to see Daryl disappear into the tree line. She walked up to Lori and Carl. "You two can have my food...I'm not hungry" She said with a sigh.

Lori looked up at her "Carol are you sure" She asked in a concerning tone.

Carol nodded "Yes, I feel sick.." she smiled slightly then looked up toward the direction Daryl had gone. Even though he could be a jackass, she did worried about him, especially with his wound still not fully healed. She shook her head and walked back into the RV picking her covers up off of the floor and laying back in bed. "He is a big boy, and he can handle himself," she sighed.

Daryl walked through the woods seeing a few walkers and taking them down with his knife "Dumb bitch" He mumbled to himself. "Do nothin' but try to help her, and this is how she repays me...never again." he said as he pulled his knife out of the walkers eye socket.

He continued to walk through the woods and soon he came across the spot where he had found Sophia's doll. Daryl shook his head realizing how much his words might have hurt Carol. "Dammit" he sighed and kicked the water knowing he would have to apologize to her, but he didn't know how because he had never felt sorry for any of his actions.

By the time Carol had woken up it the sun was setting. She got out of bed and stretched slightly, then she walked out of the RV and looked around. No Daryl still. It was getting late, and usually he is back by now. "Don't panic," she said to herself. Then she went around the farm asking everyone if they had seen him. No luck. "Okay, maybe he is in the house," she said to herself again, trying to come up with a logical reason on why she still hadn't seen him. Then, when she didn't find him in the house true panic set in, the same panic she had when Rick did not return with her baby.

Knowing it was dark, and it was dangerous to go on a manhunt on her own, Carol still decided to go and look for Daryl. She went back to the RV and grabbed her knife that was sitting on the table, and before she took off she had to make sure no one was looking then made a run for the woods. She ran for a few minutes then stopped when she knew no one had seen her or followed her. Carol took her knife out and continued to walk "Daryl?" she whispered every couple of steps.

Carol stopped when she heard twigs break behind her, and let out a small sigh and started to turn around "For god sakes Daryl don't try sneaking up on me like-" she froze when she saw two walkers just a few feet behind her. After a moment she turned and started running, hearing them getting closer and closer. Tears ran down her face, she came out looking for Daryl because she was worried about him, and now she is probably going to meet the same fate as her precious Sophia, and no one in the group would ever know. Unless, of course, if they found her as a walker. Suddenly her arm was grabbed and she screamed as she was thrown to the ground. Carol swung her knife hoping she could fend them off just long enough.

"Stay the fuck down!" Daryl said in a harsh whisper and then he turned, crossbow raise, and took down the walker that was the closest to them. Then he took his knife out and walked over to the other putting his hand on its throat to keep it arm distance away, then stabbed it directly in the forehead.

Carol watched as he took down both the walkers, and somewhat felt pitty for herself because he made it look so easy. She got up as he walked back towards her, wiping the blood from his knife off with a rag. That's when she saw the blood on his arm, and she looked down and saw it on her knife as well. Carol gasped when she realized she had cut him. "Daryl, I-" she was cut of when Daryl grabbed her arm.

He carefully looked her up and down "are you hurt?" he asked.

Carol shook her head "No, I'm fine, but your arm" she said and reached out to touch his arm, but he pulled away.

Daryl just shook his head looking angry as ever "I'll live, what the hell were ya thinkin' coming out here!?" he yelled. This woman was to much for him to handle, she is just has a death wish. "Ya could have gotten killed if it weren't for me!"

She took a step back "I was thinkin' you were hurt!" she yelled at him "You left and haven't come back, not telling anyone how long you would be out here. You don't think about anyone but yourself!" she said.

"There isn't anyone who cares for me so why the fuck should I be thinkin' 'bout anyone else!? The only reason they need me is because I go out every fuckin' day and bring ya'll back food and I get nothin' in return" he shouted, although he knew if he kept yelling the way he was it would attract more walkers. However, his blood was boiling at this point and he couldn't control himself. "Hell I went out lookin' for a lil girl who wasn't even mine because her mother didn't keep a fuckin' eye on her!" and as soon as he said this he regretted it.

Carol stared at him for a moment then she turned and started to walk away. After how kind she has been to him, he still treats her like shit.

"Were the hell do ya think your goin'?" He said and grabbed her arm, but she quickly hit him away tears rolling down her cheeks.

"Don't touch me!" She shouted and stood there for a moment. "First off you didn't have to look for her and I appreciate that you did I really do. Secondly I care about you, if I lose you I don't know what I would do!" she started walking away again "I can get there myself!" She said bitterly, and continued to walk back to the Farm.

Daryl clenched his teeth as she walked away, he couldn't believe what she just said after all of the horrible things he had just said. He walked a few steps behind her and they walked in silence, after a while they came through the tree line. "Carol...no one asked you to care for me..." He said softly stopping when she did and looked at her.

Carol turned slightly and looked at him shaking her head "No...I choose to, just like you chose to look for my daughter.." She said with an almost hurt smile. "All because I am...was a piece of shit mother." She left him with that, and walked passed the group that sat around a fire and into the RV closing the door behind her.