An: hey this is for EnglishPoet18's challenge to write a story for any fandom but it had to be scary (or delve in the fears of characters) anyway this Carol with hints of Caryl (cause that's how I roll) let me know what you think
I do not own or profit from The Walking Dead
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She couldn't breath.
The darkness enveloped her as she woke, her hands reaching out frantically to grasp for purchase. Hitting the walls around her that seemed to be closing in. It was so dark...her fear of small spaces amped her hysteria into full gear. As a trickle of dirt floated down from the ceiling.
Control your breathing she thought as she panted, there isn't much oxygen left to spare. Her head arched back, the oppressive pressure making it impossible to breath through her nose. Suffocating her.
Where was she? She desperately tried to think back. They'd been on a run, from the Safe zone. They'd encountered a group determined to steal their supplies and learn the location of the safe zone. Daryl had been the lead on the run, they'd focused on him. When he wouldn't break another in the group had. What was Daryl's weakness they asked. The answer had been clear...Carol.
He screamed in horror as they made him watch, they'd tortured her and then as though they had reached into her soul, delving in to find her very worst nightmare...they had decided to bury her alive.
She was buried alive she realized with a panic her hands coming up to pound on the top of the box. Dirt floated down slowly as though only mildly disturbed by her panic. She couldn't breath, the pressure in her head and her lungs was consuming her. She was panicking, they couldn't have picked something better for her. This was the summation of all her fears, this was her nightmare.
She couldn't move the box they had placed her in was so small, there was no way out. No knife either to end things she thought as she patted at her belt. She would die and turn, forever trapped underground. Her soul never put to rest.
She closed her eyes in defeat and despair. She'd given up on religion or so she thought, suddenly the idea of living as a walker trapped forever in this box had her in tears. If nothing else she deserved to be with her baby, and Daryl.
Ed's evil voice slipped into her consciousness. What makes you think you would be going to heaven anyway bitch?
It was as though he was in the box with her, stealing her precious oxygen, putrefying what was left with his rank breath. She closed her eyes refusing to listen.
Answer me bitch! He screamed in her ear.
"Because" she screamed in his face "Because I would have sacrificed my soul to protect the people I love. Because everything I have done has been for her and him" she screamed thinking of Daryl. "Because I'm human and I made mistakes and I'm sorry for them...because I will do anything to redeem myself." She whispered brokenly sobs coming.
It's okay momma.
The little voice in her head cleared the air, like a cool breeze that was comforting. It was as thought she was lying her head on her chest. She could smell the strawberry scented shampoo in her hair.
It's okay momma, we will be together...you just have one job left.
Her hand slipped down to an area beside her, feeling it. A long shard of wood. She felt along the edges bringing it up in front of her body.
You're right momma, you need to do it yourself. If you're not at peace you will be trapped her forever.
She took the wood opening her mouth. It was the only way she thought as she put the shard in her mouth, feeling the end tickling her soft palate. It was the only way.
Just do it momma.
She panted several times, trying to find the energy and the courage to do it. Just push it in, one hard jab, up and in and this will be over. Just do it! Her mind screamed. She was losing consciousness it had to be now. Just do it!
No, don't leave me.
His voice whispered through her mind, his eyes intense.
"Daryl" she panted "I can't ...I can't I'll be a monster forever..I.."
She paused the effort to speak draining her throat so unbelievably dry.
I'm coming for you, you keep going, don't give up.
His voice was more stern as the shard of wood fell out of her mouth. It didn't matter anymore. She was floating away, her body no longer obeying her commands as she became sleepy. She could have sworn she could still hear him screaming up above her as she drifted off to sleep.
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Her eyes jerked open the sun's glare shinning down on her.
I'm dead she thought.
There was a mouth over hers pushing air into her lungs as someone pounded desperately on her chest.
She could hear the sound of an inhuman like wail. A pain so deep she wanted to sooth whomever was suffering. The voice was familiar to her, she knew it somehow.
No...no, the voice snarled in grief. Keep going. She felt the pounding on her chest and gasped yet again, pulling in air, all on her own, a fog lifting from her consciousness as Rick stared down at her. He was waiting in apprehension. She wasn't sure what for. Her eyes turned to the sounded of the wailing, and she saw him, beaten, bloody, looking almost defeated, as he was held back. They were all staring at her in apprehension...what were they waiting for? She was alive wasn't she? She would know if she wasn't.
She turned towards him yet again her arm stretching out towards him, her lips were cracked and dry, her throat raw but she managed one word, slipping past her lips.
"Daryl"