So, I've never written a Walking Dead fanfiction before but I thought 'what the hell...' the worst that can happen is no one reads it, or people read it and find it very, very drab. Even still, I thought I'd give it a go. So...enjoy my first attempt!
Daryl's hand instinctively went for his crossbow as he heard the sound of crunching leaves from behind him, he had took down several Walkers today already – he had lost count of how many he had took down in this particular hunting trip – he aimed his crossbow in the direction of the sound and squinted his eyes into focus.
Breaking through the brush, Carol held her hands up in defence, "It's just me." She smiled.
Daryl instantly lowered his crossbow, "You don't go creepin' up on people in the middle of the woods."
"I didn't creep." She replied, "And this isn't the middle of the woods."
Daryl cast a look over his shoulder at the prison and offered a coy smile, "'Spose it's not. Still, you shouldn't be out here alone."
"I'm not alone."
Daryl once again found himself staring at the way Carol chewed at her bottom lip, "You know what I meant." He breathed huskily.
"I know. How long are you gonna be? You've been gone three nights."
"I dunno," Daryl shrugged, "Does it matter?"
"When you're working to avoid folk, yes, when you're working to avoid me..."
"I ain't avoidin' anyone." He drawled, but even as he said the words he knew it wasn't true, he looked apologetic, "Just need some thinkin' time is all."
"I know it's hard," Carol told him, she stared down at her worn boots as she spoke, "But it gets easier."
Daryl made a low guttural sound and shook his head, "You know nothin'." He bit out.
Carol was unfazed, she smiled slightly, "I know you."
Daryl watched as she looked up at him through her lashes and smiled, he couldn't help but smile back even if his smile didn't quite reach his eyes, "I'll be back soon."
"Not soon enough." She mumbled to herself.
"What did you say?"
"I said not soon enough." Carol repeated, she stepped closer to him and placed her hand on his forearm. "Everyone misses you... I miss you."
Daryl narrowed his eyes as he turned that over in his mind, he was always so unsure of Carol's feelings for him, one minute she was making innuendo after innuendo and the next she was flirting with that babbling idiot Axel, though considering he was now 6 feet under, Daryl supposed he wasn't an issue anymore. But even still, the woman confused him no end. "I'm just huntin'." He muttered.
"You're pullin' away from us. After Merle..."
"Don't." Daryl warned, he stroked his bottom jaw and sighed inwardly, "We ain't talkin' about him."
"We need to."
"No, we don't." Daryl replied, he shook his head and cast a look over his shoulder at Carl doing his rounds in the forecourt, "Not now, not ever." He added snapping his head back around to look at Carol. She smiled a sympathetic smile and nodded her head, knowing it would take time for him to open up about that one. "I'll be back soon." He repeated.
Carol nodded her head slowly as she back away from him, "Just be quick." She breathed before disappearing back into the brush.