A/N: Here's chapter two for all those who are still interested :) I love all my reviewers *huggles* Thank yous!

Disclaimer: I (sadly) don't own The Walking Dead ad take no credit for these awesome characters of whom I am writing about at this time :(

But I can pair them. So I will xD

."No no." Carol heard Daryl grunt as he caught her, stopping her from her run towards the barn where her daughter had just appeared, snarling as she stumbled towards them. Tears streamed down her cheeks as her and Daryl sank to the ground, struggling against his arms as she tried to stop Rick from shooting her daughter.
"Sophia." she whimpered, feeling Daryl's arm wrap around her, holding her back.

He was pressed against her back, using most of his strength to keep her back. She watched as Rick came up, his gun out in front of him as he waited for Sophia. She stumbled forward, only to be shot down by Rick. Carol jerked away, heart beating fast as she looked around. Cold, weak rays on sunlight filtered in through the cells window, barely touching the floor.

Daryl was still asleep in the other bed, still facing her, eyes shut and mouth open snoring softly. She stifled a small giggle, smiling instead. It must have been pretty early if he wasn't up yet. At that thought, Daryl stirred, opening his eyes and yawning groggily as he sat up. His gaze scanned her form as he made sure she was still in the bed and not wandering around.

"wha' ar' you doin awake?" He grunted, peeling the sheets back, reaching for his boots. His knife was on his belt which he wore at all times, even to bed. Carol sat up, shaking her head.
"Just woke up." she said softly. She shivered at how cold it was. She could see her breath as she talked and decided to get dressed instead, going through her bag for the desired articles of clothing. She got up, noticing Daryl had turned his back once he saw her clothes in her hands. He must have turned for her to change. Sighing slighty, she began to strip, flinching as the cold air hit her skin.

Hurrying to change, she noticed Daryl look back a minute before turning back around quickly. Carol pulled her sweater over her head, feeling slightly warmer. She reached for her shoes, strapping them on. In the time she was changing, the prison seemed to come alive. Rick and Lori were obviously awake, arguing in hushed tones that you could barely hear through the walls.

Beth was crying again, obviously just waking from a nightmare she had just had. Maggie and Glenn were talking rather loudly as they changed. Lori and Rick passed their cell, Lori glaring daggers at Rick. Carol decided to follow, thinking about what to make for breakfast. The inmates might appreciate some woman cooking for once and she thought of their supplies. Hopefully the prison had more supplies, or they'd all be screwed.

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The prison had more the enough supplies, but Rick made it apparent that they would have to do another store run to stock up on supplies. Carol was making breakfast for everyone, leaning over the stove to cook the powdered eggs. Lori had started to make bread while Carol was doing so, but she couldn't shake the feeling that someone was watching her.

Her gaze swept the room,landing on another, cold, cruel gaze. She shivered as Nate's smirk got worse and his eyes focused on her chest. Carol turned back around, trying to ignore the feeling of eyes on the back of her neck as she cooked. Tyreese entered the room, followed by another man Carol didn't know and they both sat dow by Rick, who immediately started discussing living conditions and what they'll need for winter.

Carol was just serving everybodies food when Tyreese said something that caught her off guard.
"Everybody in your group know how to protect themselves? Fire a gun?" Rick looked surprise, hesitant to shake his head. His face had hardened, obviously not wanting him to know. "No." He said.

Heat rushed to her face as she realized she must be the only one in the group that didn't know how to protect herself if she got in a fix.
"I'll teach anybody that needs help." Tyreese offered, scooping eggs into his mouth, his gaze sweeping by Lori and landed on Carol. She swore Daryl almost shot up out of his chair, eyes narrowed, objections streaming from his mouth.

"We can teach 'em ourselves." He glared at Tyreese, who frowned at his objection.

"You don't have enough ammo left," He said evenly. "This prison has more weapons. If they learn to shoot here, it'll be me teachin." Tyreese stared him down. He had a point there. Tyreese had every reason to claim the weapons as his. He didn't have to let them into the prison either, so why not? Rick sighed, deep in thought as he thought it over.

He gave a small nod that Tyreese grinned at. "We ca get started right away!" He laughed, getting up, empty plate in hand. Lori began to take everybodies plates from them. Breakfast had come to a swift end, people getting up to do different things. She could hear Rick instructing Maggie and Glenn to make a quick store run for him. Carol got up, looking to where Tyreese was waiting for whoever needed help.

"I got these Carol." Lori murmured to her. "Just go." She gave her a small smile before Carol made her way towards Tyreese, who greeted her politely, asking if she was the only one that needed help. With a last glance and a nod from Carol, they set off down a small, dark hallway. Carol shivered, hugging her arms close to her body as they walked, noticing how tall Tyreese was.

Carol barely reached his shoulders. He looked like one of those scary men who are intermediating, but are really teddy bears. When they reached the end of the hallway, Tyreese placed his hand on the door knob.
"It'll be cold." He warned before opening the door.

The cold air did no agree with Carol's skin, making her gasp as it hit her. "Come on." Tyreese waved to a ladder that led to a watch tower.
"I'll just teach you by exterminating the dead in the courtyard. It's a win win. You learn, we get rid of the dead." He opened the trap door leading to the watch tower. Carol followed him into the watch tower, getting a tad bit nervous.

She was in an inclosed space with a man she didn't know. She shook that thought away. If Rick trusted him enough to let him have a shooting class, then she should be able to trust him also. He was rummaging in a cabinet now, pulling different things out of it. Knives, mase, shotguns, hand guns. Anything a prison would need.
"We'll start ya off with a handgun. The shotgun has a bit of a kick to it." He hand her the gun.

"Let me show ya how to hold it." She was facing the window now, Tyreese's arms snaking around hers, holding her in a stance. Carol squirmed, feeling a bit uncomfortable. His arms didn't feel like Daryl's had around her. It didn't feel right, but decided if she got through this lesson, she could shoot on her own. He leaned forward, opening the window so she could shoot the gun.

Walkers littered the courtyard in bright orange jump suits, their snarling audible from where the two stood. Some walkers where crawling, each of them decaying, bumping into each other as they went. A movement caught Carol's eye at the edge of the courtyard where the fence divided a trail leading out of the prison. It was Maggie and Glenn, making a run for it to get to the cars.

"Now, hold the gun like this." Tyreese's hands molded hers against the gun, his huge hands cupping hers. The gun was pointed at a walker now.
"Gotta take the safety off, or it ain't gonna shoot." He clicked the safety off, letting her do the honors of pulling the trigger. Carol was suddenly nervous at the thought of pulling the trigger.

Carol pulled the trigger, feeling the gun jerk in her hands and she flinched back against Tyreese, hitting him in the chest. She felt him shake with laughter and she blushed, felling his arms drop at his side.
"Seems like you got it." He chuckled, watching as she aimed again.

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Dinner was quiet. Glenn and Maggie hadn't returned yet and concern was written clearly on Hershel's face as he ate. Beth still clutched him, never leaving his side as they moved throughout the prison. She gave some of the men nervous looks. That's what scared her the most, the way the men where eyeing her hungrily as she moved. Carol didn't talk during dinner, eating in deep thought.

The feel of a gun in her hand was foreign and her hands ached now. Her and Tyreese had returned as dinner started, Daryl being the one to come and get them on Rick's orders, but it seemed like he just wanted her to get the hell away from Tyreese. During their class, he had taught her how to clean the gun, mainly because he could clean it better than he could shoot it.

She was so lost in thought she didn't know dinner had ended until she had Daryl staring at her like she was crazy. Blushing, she got up, putting her plate in the sink where she would wash them tomorrow when she awoke to use them for breakfast. Following Daryl, who made sure to keep to her side as they went through the prison. He had his hand on his knife, tensed, waiting for anything.

He finally relaxed when they reached the cell. Carol almost shook her head, pawing through her bag for some warmer night clothes. She pulled out a pair of long pants and a sweater. Daryl had his back to her now, pretending to clean so arrows, but Carol knew he was letting her have some privacy. She remembered this morning when he snuck a peek and a small smile touched her lips.

As she finished pulling her sweater on, she looked back at Daryl, who jumped, turning his head the other way quickly. Damn, he was a peeping tom wasn't he! Carol decided not to say anything. Whatever. It was freezing and she slipped some socks on to keep her feet warm. He bed didn't look at all inviting, knowing it would be ice cold. As she moved towards her bed, she noticed Daryl was behind her the whole time.

What was he doing? He didn't move as she crawled into bed and sat down tensely.
"What are you doing?" Carol whispered, looking to him who was pulling his boots off. He looked down at her, squinting in the dark.
"It's cold," He said gruffley. "Share body heat. It's too cold in the prison to be alone."

He had a point there. Didn't stop Carol from tensing as he lifted the covers, sliding under them with her.
"Relax." He growled and Carol scooted an inch closer, letting his heat warm her slightly. He smelled like the soap they used when they first took a shower. He also smelled like sweat and another smell Carol couldn't figure out.

Everything was still and silent. Her heart had finally slowed down so she could breathe. It was so weird having someone else with her in her bed after months of sleeping alone. He was on her right side, just like Daryl. No doubt in the morning they'd be spooning, which didn't surprise Carol at all. After a few minutes, Carol felt herself drifting to sleep until she felt Daryl slip his arm over her waist, sighing as he scooted closer to her slowly.

Carol smiled at that, feeling his arm around her