Title: Scars

Prompt: Combat Medic

Flavor: The Walking Dead

Characters: Carol Peletier + Daryl Dixon

Rating: K+

Word Count: 269

A/N 1: Takes place between season 2 + 3. Sequel of Wounds.

A/N 2: With beta help of severina2001.


"Don't move, or should I cut you now after everything healed?"

"It's cold, lady," Daryl hissed, hugging his bare chest. It was only a few degrees over the freezing point in the storage sheds they used as shelter for the last week.

"It will take only a few minutes," Carol replied a little nerved. She needed to work on her doc/patient skills. The dead were easier to handle.

Interaction, Carol reminded herself. She sat in front of Daryl who rested onto a table, dangling with his legs. With one hand on his knee, Carol showed the scissor and tweezers she would use to take out the stitches.

Carol worked quickly but concentrated. With pride she beheld her work. There wouldn't remain a big scar.

"Looking good. Your body mended quickly."

"Pfff." Daryl took his eyes of the point he had fixed during the pricking care to look at his arm. "Yeah, could be."

"There will be only a thin scar," Carol said encouraging.

"I don't care. One more or less. Stopped counting years ago."

Carol cleaned the long red mark with a disinfection cloth, leaving a light strip on dirty skin before she covered it with a big band-aid. "Try at least not to make the wound dirty."

Daryl snorted as answer, combining the sound with a 'REALLY?' gaze. But seeing Carol's worried face he eased and nodded in agreement. "I'll try my best."