Title: Wounds

Prompt: Combat Medic

Flavor: The Walking Dead

Characters: Carol Peletier + Daryl Dixon

Rating: K+

Word Count: 176

A/N: Takes place between season 2 + 3.

Beta: The wonderful Vicki.

"You're sure?" Daryl asked, and Carol noted a soft tremble in his voice.

"I can't strip it like the head cut." She re-checked the bandage on the hunter's forehead before she prepared the suture needle and material. "Hershel showed me several times how to suture wounds and I practiced every free minute the last few months."

"On dead bodies," Daryl growled.

"Don't be a baby," Carol rolled her eyes and sighed. She was glad that the medical practice was well equipped with surgical material and drugs. The only silver lining on this disastrous supply run of her, Daryl, Glen and T-Dog. The Walkers were one thing, but they hadn't expected that two teens could hijack them. They had stolen their car with all the collected supplies inside and Daryl had contracted two deep cuts during the attempt to stop them.

Carol rested Daryl's arm onto the exam table, stroking once again with an alcohol pad over the cut. The anesthesia worked. Daryl didn't flinch as she lanced the needle in his flesh to close the wound.