Carol walked down the hallways confused. Whenever Merle moved into the prison she thought Daryl would be happy, but he seemed sadder, more reserved. "Hey mouse." She turned to see Merle walking towards her. She laughed at his nickname. "Hey Merle." She had actually started to like Merle, he was funny and more open then Daryl. He was more talkative than Daryl too. "Ya seen baby bro?" He asked her. She shook her head. "Nope, I think he might have run to watch again. I'm starting to think he's livin in that tower, I know he hasn't slept for days." Merle laughed Aww don't you worry Daryl's just fine he's just moody. She shrugged. "I guess." Merle smiled and started walking towards the watchtower.

…Merle POV…..

Merle hid it but he was worried. He didn't know what the hell was going on with Daryl. Ever since he had told Daryl that he liked Carol, Daryl had been worried and distant. He knew his brother was worried that he would screw up his chance here by breaking her heart, but he had promised him that he really liked Carol. He sighed as he entered seeing Daryl sitting there on watch. His brother looked at him and nodded before turning his head back towards the fence. "Hey Merle." He returned the gesture. "Hey." They just kind of sat there a in silence for few minutes. He cursed himself for destroying his and Daryl's relationship to where he couldn't even ask Daryl what was wrong with him without Daryl bolting it into the forest.

Daryl tuned towards his irritated. "Ya want somethin Merle?" he thought about what excuse to use quickly and the only one he had was lame. His damned himself for being such a pussy. "Yeah little bro lost my knife in ma last run, got a extra?" He knew damn well Daryl didn't have a extra all he had was his main knife, the one that helped Daryl survive. Crossbows just couldn't cut it and no smart man would part from that knife. That's when he nearly chocked when the knife landed at his feet. "Sure. Now get out." He couldn't say anything because Daryl would know he'd been lying about the knife, but it worried him that his little bro was randomly throwing down a important weapon to someone who obviously didn't a knife very bad. He had one on his damn hand for gods sake and Daryl should've said so. Yes he was going to keep a close eye on little bro, and try to figure out what the hell was wrong with him.

….Daryl's POV…..

He watched Merle go letting the irritation drop from his face. It was all a damn act lately. Merle wanted Carol. His Carol. The only thing that ever brought him happiness, and he could tell from the look on Carol's face whenever Merle came around she wanted him too. He wasn't surprised. Merle was the strong one, the sweet talker; the charmer. He was just Merle's pathetic baby brother. Hell it seemed Merle was even taking his place with Rick these days. Merle just had to walk in a place and within weeks had everything Daryl had ever held dear. The only use he had these days was hunting and watch duty, and Merle was moving in on hunting.

He knew it was his own fault Merle had Carol. He hadn't said a word when Merle said he wanted her. Just played it off, and Merle knew a lot of things but he had never seen Daryl care about a woman like he did Carol, so he wouldn't know the reason. He thought about leavin letting Merle be happy and take off, but he couldn't trust himself with that right now, he might drive into a herd of walkers purposely or something.

He also knew he needed to go down to dinner, but seeing Carol depressed him now and he wasn't able to eat. He couldn't even sleep in the cellblock anymore, worried one of these days he'd walk past Carol's door and see Merle kissing HIS Carol. He sighed. He couldn't bring himself to be angry with Merle, or Carol. Carol deserved better than him, and Merle was, as long as he behaved himself. God he missed Carol. She never brought him dinner anymore, she stayed in. Guess it was a hint. He wondered when Merle and Carol would tell the group they were together. He didn't care. He watched the walkers at the fence, and for the first time he felt empathy. Lately he'd been just like them, he hadn't hurt anyone, but he'd just become a walking shell. He just didn't fucking care about anything anymore.

…Rick's POV…..

He didn't know what to do. He was losing Daryl he could feel it. He almost had resentment towards Merle taking all Daryl's responsibility's, he knew it was taking a toll on Daryl having nothing to do. Then Merle was going around with Carol fucking killing his brother and not even knowing about it. Hell he was beginning to think he was the only one who knew how Daryl felt about Carol. Though that made sense, he Glen, Carol, and well Merle of course, had known him the longest. Glen was too caught up in Maggie and the coming wedding to notice Daryl's feelings, Carol didn't notice for obvious reasons, she just didn't think Daryl could feel that way, least of all about her. Merle, he wasn't sure how Daryl's own brother could be so blind. He knew he couldn't interfere there, Merle and Daryl's relationship was way to complicated, but he was going to say something to Daryl. Daryl was his brother now, in a totally different way than Shane had ever been. Shane was the brother he needed for the world before. Daryl was the brother he needed for this world.

He watched Daryl eating dinner, then noticed something. He WASN"T eating, he was pushing the food around the plate. The he got up. "Goin back to get some shut eye." He nodded to Rick and walked over to the table at the back acting like he was getting seconds. As casually as he could he stood enough to see the bowl, just in time to see Daryl dump his food back in it, and walk off like he had a full plate.

He sat down not knowing what to think. He had thought Daryl was going back for seconds to keep his energy up with all the extra hunting he was doing…not dumping it back in the bowl. He wasn't sure but if Daryl had been doing this all the times he saw him getting seconds…that meant Daryl hadn't eaten hardly anything in five days. He needed to talk with Merle. Now. He got up and went to find him.