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Chapter 2
Daryl POV
I could not believe the nerve of that woman. Coming over to my things and snooping. That dumb bitch just couldn't leave well enough alone. I marched over to her and started yelling a bunch of mean things at her. I'll admit they were a bit harsh. And the way she flinched away from me. It made me feel like a terrible person. Carol was, well she was broken. She had lost everything in such a short amount of time.
There was something about her though, I thought as I stared at her across the fire. Her sharp cheekbones and her deep collar bones that protruded out of the top of her shirt. Her hair so short, buzzed so that her husband would have one less thing to hurt her with. Even though it was graying with stress from this unfortunate shit hole of a world, she still had a youthful appearance to her. Her eyes a light blue, her daughter getting the gene from her.
She stood up, clearing the plates of the survivors in our misfit group. The bitchy blonde sat still, not even volunteering to help like the rest of the woman. The bitch had shot me, thinking she was some manly woman that could protect our group or something. Obviously not if she had only skinned my head, my brother would probably be a better shot then her even with one hand missing.
My eyes went back to Carol, following her movements. She would put her hand down on their shoulder before reaching down to grab the plate. She made her way around collecting them, but when she got to me, she paused slightly. But she reached down and grabbed it, not putting a hand on my shoulder like she had done with everyone else. She probably remembered how much I hated being touched, like the time she kissed my cheek when I was hurt, or the time in the stables when I had thrown the saddle.
I finally realized that I had been mean to this fragile angel. She was not meant for this world. This world full of disgust and pain and sin, she didn't need my hurt to be put on top of all of that. I would need to talk to her later. She grabbed Dale's plate last, smiling at this old man with his stupid hat.
Everyone cleared out; going into their sleeping places while Rick and T-Dog took watch. I started walking over to my tent when I heard the RV door close gently. I half stepped and looked over my shoulder to see Carol walk over to one of the chairs set up around the put out fire. Wondering what she was doing, I walked slowly back towards her. She looked up, as if hearing the footsteps coming towards her.
"Hello Daryl." She said solemnly as her gaze went back down to her hands that were gently resting on her lap.
"Hey." I replied, grimacing as I realized my voice sounded harsh.
"What are you doing over here?" she asked, looking back up at me, her eyes locking with mine making time freeze for a second.
"What are you doing? I mean, why are you sitting out here, are you stupid or something? Don't you know a walker could just come out of the woods and you'd be out here defenseless and all alone? You need to stop being so clueless!" I froze, catching my breath after yelling at her. I started to feel bad when she started speaking.
"I don't have a place to sleep anymore, I can't stay in the RV with Sophia's things still in there, its torture to me." She stopped, looing up at me. " So I figured I'd just sleep out here."
My eyes softened, seeing the pain in her eyes before I grabbed her arm and started dragging her to my tent.
"What are you doing?" she said in a loud whisper yell sort of thing. I could tell she was upset with her arm being grabbed, reminding her of what her husband used to do to her. I released her arm, grabbing her hand instead and continued dragging her.
"I'm not letting you sleep out in the open, you're going to sleep with me." My voice was firm even though I could feel knots in my stomach, an unknown feeling that I could not place the source of. "But-," I cut her off. "No, no if ands or buts about it, you're sleeping with me."
She reluctantly agreed and my stomach was doing some serious flips, making me understand what these strange reactions I was having were. I was in love with Carol. And I had no idea what to do about it.
Rick POV
They had no idea T-Dog and I were still on the RV, hearing every word that they were talking about. A smile was plastered on my face as I realized what was going on between the two below us. They were falling in love and I didn't know if they realized it yet but it would soon be apparent to every survivor in camp. Carol was Daryl's weakness, his only reason not to leave.
I glanced over at T-Dog to see his face, a smile on his lips as he listened to them. Our eyes caught and we both nodded, realizing the same thing. Things were about to change in this camp.
