CAROL PELETIER
Carol woke up in bed feeling stupid, she knew she was in the best kind of hospital the Hilltop had to offer.
"I'm so stupid." Carol groaned.
"No Your not, you just carried away."
Carol opened her eyes to see standing beside her with a clipboard and a smile.
"Your lucky, it was a clean shot. The bullet went in and out."
" Where's Daryl?" she asked.
"He's off blowing some steam, Daryl didn't take having to wait too well. He's somewhere inside the Hilltop." Carson wrote something before pointing to the little booklet on the dresser. "Dwight said to make sure you read it before you saw Daryl. Think about everything before you talk to Daryl."
"What's in there?"
"I'm not sure, I figured it was something important. I didn't think it was meant for anyone but your eyes."
Since they were low on supplies Carson left her some pain killers for the pain in her side, and left her to read whatever was in the booklet. The minute she heard the click when the door closed she reached over and winced in pain. Carol grabbed the booklet off the dresser and opened it.
Dear Carol,
Carol couldn't believe Daryl knew he was going to die, and she was the only person he wrote to. And not just a little Letter but a whole book. Starting from the moments he started to realized he loved her, not like but love. Daryl Dixon couldn't even smile and yet here he was at the end of every fucking letter saying he loved her because he didn't know when Dwight would come back and take the book from him. Tears were spilling down her cheeks as she got closer to the end of the book. Carol held it with shaky hands, she hadn't been prepared for Daryl to walk in.
"I heard ya woke u-" Daryl froze when he saw the little booklet in her hands. "Shit."
Daryl closed the door and paced in front of the bed as he stumbled over his words. He tried to explain it wasn't how it seemed, that he didn't love her like "that". But hey both knew that was a lie, he talked so many times about wanting to kiss her every inch of her. No friend said that.
"Daryl just stop."
Daryl did stop, he looked up at her like a deer in headlights.
"Sit down, we need to talk." Carol pointed to the chair beside her bed.
Daryl's head hung low, he walked over and sat down in the chair. She watched his chest rise and fall faster as he scratched at the chair arms. His nervousness was radiating off into her,making her bite her lower.
"I know ya don't feel the same way, just don't say it. I don't think I could hear ya… say it."
Carol scoffed.
"You're already deciding I don't feel the same way. But I do." Carol brushed the hair out of his face so he couldn't hide from her.
Carol leaned over and helped when she felt a sharp pain in her side.
"Cut it out. Yer hurting yerself." Daryl muttered.
"I don't give a shit." Carol lifted his chin so he was looking her in the eyes, and she kissed him. Daryl didn't even move as she held the kiss just a second longer for lying back down with a goofy smile on her face. "I think I like me better with you."
"Stop." Daryl blushed.
"I love you too, pookie."
Daryl leaned on the bed and took her hand and held it in his. Running his thumb over the back of her hand, Carol felt the hair on her arms stand as he stared at her with such love in his eyes.
" Because of ya, Negan and the saviours were taken down. Just like that." Daryl snapped his fingers.
"I just needed you back home. That's if, I didn't intend on any of that."
"I know, that's what makes it so great."
