Daryl paced back and forth across the perch he slept on angrily. Merle was the only thing on his mind. His remembered how his brother had insightful eyes, eyes that saw right through peoples masks.. When they were both in the group before rick showed up, Merle always could see all the things the group were pathetically trying to hide.

"Shane and Lori are doing it, little brother I bet that's why she eagerly scampered into the woods just now." He had just laughed and shrugged. "Looks like Andrea may have a thing for Shane too. Look at how Barbie jumps to his side on every decision. "Then the conversation that he still remembered the best, it was the last one before he left on the run where they found rick and the one he hated himself for.

"Eds been beating up on that sorry sobbing wife of his."

Daryl didn't know Carol but if it was true he wasn't gonna let any man be beaten up on a woman, Especially not when they have a little girl. "You sure?" "I'll have a few words with the bastard."

Merle shook his head. "Not your problem little brother, we're going to loot the group after this raid anyway, so he'll be the last of that girls problems. See ya when I get back. Don't do anything stupid, that bitch don't need or want your help."

It killed him to see those eyes glazed over with mindless instinct. See emptiness there. Though despite missing his brother he hated him for stopped him that day. He still couldn't believe now he hadn't done something to help Carol anyway. He was constantly kicking himself in the ass for that one. He wondered if things would've been different if he'd told Merle to go to hell right then. Probably not. The thought echoed in his head. "Daryl? You okay?" He whirled around one snuck up on him. "What the hell are you doing here Carol?" She didn't even react to his too harsh tone or his glare. "My cellblock too Mr. Badass." He barley managed to keep his face in the irate expression it was in now intact at her words. The tone was what had caught him off guard. Her tone was a too harsh Carol tone. "Rick, you and I are going on a run." He snapped back at her. "Don't I get a choice?" She returned his glare. "Nope." Then she turned on her heels and walked away.

"What the hell's her problem?" He mumbled to himself. "You are." He whirled around on whatever poor sucker had walked in on him in this mood. "Mind your own damn-" Then he saw Beth leaning in a passive pose on the wall, and felt instantly bad for snapping at her. "You're her issue. It's been a month since Merle... and well since then, you've been treating her like a bad rash where the sun don't shine and I think Carol's a little bit ticked off at you for it. Not to mention the extra runs she been going on lately are making her extra irritated.

He just turned away scowling. "If she doesn't want to go on extra runs then she shouldn't. With the Woodberry people here there are plenty of damn people to go besides her. "Beth shook her head. "You really have tuned out of the group Daryl. "With that she turned and walked away. He cursed and went down to the gate to find Rick and saw him talking to Carol. His mood darkened even further. "Let's get on the move." He grumbled and walked pass them towards the car. Carol shot him a hell almighty death glare and hopped in the back. Rick then climbed in the driver's seat next to Daryl without a word.

He was clueless. He knew he'd been ditching out on runs, and staying back on watch 24/7 instead, but how could he of missed something that apparently was a thing bad thing happening with Carol? He hadn't done nothing but think about her and Merle for the last month. Although he had been blowing her off. A lot. He didn't want to be with anyone, didn't want to have to talk, even to Carol.

"So what are we getting?" He asked in a irritated voice. "Medicine." Rick answered in a bored voice before turning to Carol. "Carol, where to?" Daryl was taken aback a bit. "Drug store shelves are cleared out but there's a huge hidden stash Glen and I saw last time, We couldn't nab it cause there were too many walkers around. "He stared getting worried, and he felt his stomach turn in knots. Carol had been out alone with Glen against enough walkers to stop Glen from getting a score? The thought of her against that many walkers scared him more than a herd did. "Here" Rick said pulling into the drug store. Daryl was immediately out of the car, crossbow at the ready, but was surprised when Carol charged in first Two big nasty lookin knifes in her hands. "What the hell!?" He hissed at Rick. "Rick whispered back to him. "She goes in checks first. If there's more then we can handle she books it right back and we drive. If not, she'll come out and give the signal. Just then Carol came out and signaled to them. Daryl shook his head. "God signals? We aren't the fuckin 4th grade people." Carol and Rick handled the one's in the front, but he quickly checked the store and only found two. Carol went to a cabinet hidden by a shelf as soon as she was finished and started grabbing medicine from it. He was figuring out slowly that Carol and the medicine had a connection.

"Rick. What's up with Carol and the medicine?" Rick tried not to laugh. Beth and Carol were right, Daryl had been totally oblivious for the last month. "Three weeks ago we found a book some doctor had written and left for someone to use on run. It a had a whole bunch of combinations of what medicine could be mixed with what, what symptoms meant what, how to treat injury's with what is available. Hershel and Carol are the only two who have been able to understand it and memorize it, and had prior experience treating serious injuries. Hershel was a vet and Carol... ya know...Ed.. "Daryl's blood boiled. "Things seem okay here. Ima gonna hit up the weapon's supply shop next door, see if it's all cleared out, Some new arrows would be mighty damn helpful. "Rick nodded and Daryl headed out of the drugstore and started to the Weapon's Shop. It was only about 20 feet away but he made sure to be careful. He walked in slowly. There was a eerie silence that had his instincts were warning him was dangerous. He saw two dead walkers on the floor, and stepped over to one crossbow raised.

There was a knife wound between its eyes. It was still oozing the black gooey blood, so the kill was fresh. His muscles tightened. There was someone else here. He figured whoever it was, was in the back room, because of the lack of weapons in the front. He slowly made his way down the hallway stopping right before the door. He took a deep breath and then he swung around crossbow ready to shoot and came face to face with a girl.

It was a young girl. Only 14 or15. She had long light brown hair braided to over her shoulder and piercing blue eyes that were full of anger, glaring at him, and she seemed oblivious to the arrow at her head. That's when he realized she had a mighty nasty lookin butcher knife right above his heart. He lowered his crossbow. "Sorry kid. Thought you were a walker." She waited for a moment and then slowly lowered the knife into a ready position just in case he attacked. "No you didn't. I heard your footsteps. It doesn't take that many steps and pauses to get back here, you checked out the walkers I took down and knew someone was here." He was slack jawed. Who the hell was this kid? "Going to say somethin Daryl?" She said expression unmoving. He jumped back and raised his crossbow again. She chuckled mockingly. "What? Am I wrong? You not Daryl?" He kept the crossbow aimed at her. "Who the hell are you? How the hell did you know my name?"

She stroked her knife. He realized he hadn't noticed she had backed off to the middle of the room already. "Not that names really matter in this damn world, but my names Dnia. I've heard Carol talk about you before. You seem to match the description though you're not as handsome in person. He brushed off the insult and was about to ask her if she knew Carol and Rick when they came up behind him. "Daryl? We gotta-Who the hell is this?" "Dnia." He scoffed. She nodded. "Rick, Carol." Rick looked at her. "How do you know who we are?" She shrugged. "You guys aren't the most discreet when you talk on runs. "I know alot of stuff. You, Daryl, and Carol, are stayin in a prison a couple miles west of here with a bunch of people from that stupid town Woodberry, cause ya'll took em in when their Governor went psycho. There's also Michonne, Glen, Maggie, Beth, Carl, Some old guy named Hershel, Sasha and Tyreese, right? Oh and let's not forget Lil'Asskicker."

Daryl, Rick and Carol gaped at the girl. Daryl shook his head at her stupidity. "You're lucky were nice people kid, or spouting what you know like that woulda just got ya killed. She smiled and suddenly a knife buried itself in the door frame right next to his face. He had to control he anger and try not to show that he was impressed too. "WHAT THE HELL!?" She smiled. "You're lucky I'm nice or letting your guard down like that would've just got you killed.