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So this is another of the may or may not be within the Pregnant universe. It works in and out of that universe.

This was inspired by a drawing that I found on tumblr of Daryl and Carol sitting together shirtless with their back scars on display. I don't remember who the artist was from tumblr but they are amazing!

Anyways, enjoy!

Disclaimer- I own nothing I just like to play in the sandbox! Plus if I did we would already have Carol and Daryl together in the show not just in our minds!


It was a cool early fall night and the prison was quiet besides the sounds of Hershel's snoring and Judith's soft cooing; Carol and Daryl were wrapped up together in their bunk. She never would have thought that Daryl Dixon would be one to cuddle; she had been surprised however when after their first time he pulled her back flush against his chest and held her close all night, nuzzling into her neck. The couple were currently enjoying cuddling after a long day. Carol was laying half on top of Daryl's bare chest, her fingers tracing one of the many scars that littered his body.

"Pa got mad one nigh' cause I had brough' a stray pup home. After he took the pup out back…. 'e came back in and beat me with his favorite belt buckle… never saw the pup again." Daryl said softly while he ran his fingers across he back.

They sat in silence for a while both knowing there were no words that could offer comfort. Daryl begun running his calloused fingers over a scar on Carol's back that was particularly rough. She sighed.

"One night I was making dinner and trying to help Sophia with her math homework. I lost track of time and let all the water boil out of a pot for pasta. It was one of those older pots, you know the ones with the copper bottoms?"

"Mmmm"

"Well anyways the copper melted and the whole core turned into molten metal when I picked it up. It burned through the linoleum and almost caught the cabinets on fire." Carol paused and took a shuddering breath.

"Ya don' havta talk 'bout it." He whispered into her hair.

She shook her head.

"No, I want to. I need to."

Daryl nodded and ran his hand softly over her back. Carol sighed and ran her fingers over the tattoo on his chest.

"Ed heard the ruckus and came into the kitchen; he was drunker then usual. Sophia ran to her room and he grabbed a steak knife. He beat me for a while, then turned me face down and put the knife to my skin and pulled sideways…. Had to get a friend to help me stitch it up…. He probably would have killed me if I'd gone to the hospital." Carol spoke softly and when she was finished she pressed herself closer to Daryl.

As she was telling him the story Daryl tensed up. He so wished that that dumbass prick was still alive just so he could shoot a bolt straight through his eye after he'd beaten him to a pulp. When Carol cuddled up closer he relaxed, she was here with him and no one was ever going to hurt her again. He sighed and began running his fingers along her back again. She moved her hand to his chest and trailed her fingers down towards his stomach. On his right hip she found another scar, however as she traced it with the tips of the small fingers she realized that is was actually two scars that were connected.

"Tha' firs' one I got when Pa threw me into a mirror on the wall. Then 'bout a'month later he thought it'd be funny to wake me by usin' me as an ash tray." Daryl said quietly, a distant quality to his voice, as though he were reliving old memories.

Carol moved down his body and placed a gentle kiss on the interconnected scars. They continued to trace the others scars and recount the stories attached. Eventually the couple drifted into a peaceful sleep in each others arms.


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Ok so I hope y'all enjoyed that! I was really inspired and just had to get it out! I have started writing the next chapter which will be within the Pregnant storyline!

Thanks again to everyone for reading! Please review they are fabulous!

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