…Daryl POV….
He was looking around the yard for Rick, when he saw them. Merle and Carol. It was one of his worst nightmares. They were kissing. He turned away his heart shattering into a million pieces. He took off in a run towards the watchtower but had to slow down the world getting fuzzy around him. He leaned up against the wall letting the dizziness pass. He knew he should have been eating. It was making him weaker, more vulnerable. He just never could anymore, not while he was having nightmare after nightmare of what he just saw. God Carol and his brother. Imaging it was bad enough, but seeing it. It broke him and he knew it.
…Carol POV….
She was shell shocked when Merle leaned in and kissed her. She put her hand on his chest and gently pushed him off her. "Hey, Merle.." He looked away. "I'm sorry…" She grabbed his shoulder. "No Merle, your my friend… but there's someone else." He didn't look sad or mad or disappointed…. Just curious, and a little nervous. "Who?" she looked in his eyes and tried to answer. "umm…" Suddenly Rick appeared from behind the corner. Her first reaction was to be pissed at him until he spoke. "Merle, let's just say you're the wrong Dixon. "Suddenly Merle's eyes lit up in understanding. "Oh shit. Does Daryl feel the same way?" Carol tried to make out his expression. The sun was almost down and the darkness was creeping in. "Of course not Merle." she replied quickly. There was no way Daryl Dixon was in love with a scrawny, pathetic, old housewife. Merle looked to Rick and nodded." He does Merle."
Merle punched the wall. "CRAP! Why the hell didn't you tell me Rick? This explains everything!" Rick shook his head. "Wasn't my place." Merle just glared at him. "We need to find Daryl. Now. "Carol looked back and forth between them, highly confused. "Guys? What are you talking about?" Merle shook his head. "No time mouse, just help us find Daryl." She nodded confused, and headed for the watchtower. "I'll check outside, holler if you find him."
"Daryl!" She screamed. No response. Her heart raced. She was starting to get worried. She ran up to the watchtower. Empty. That's when she paused. It was totally empty…. Where was all Daryl's stuff? She knew he practically lived up here lately. She felt a sinking feeling in her stomach and ran down looking along the fence. "DARYL!" IT was getting harder to see, the sun was gone, replaced by the black sky, stars shining. No moon, just the gentle twinkle of stars to light her way. That's when she saw him, wearing the leather jacket he'd worn all winter. He was by the gate loading his bike. She stopped to watch him for a minute. He was packing his blanket, his poncho, stuff he never took with him on a run. Then it hit her. He was trying to leave!Anger boiled her blood. How dare he try to leave them! They needed him! She started stomping towards him ready to slap him stupid just for thinking of leaving.
Then she froze in her tracks as he stumbled backwards grabbing his side. "Daryl?!" she called quietly. He didn't hear her. Time was frozen for a moment. He gripped his side, and stumbled further from the bike dropping his bow. Then as if in slow motion, he fell backwards to the ground. "DARYL!" She screamed running towards him. "Daryl!" She dropped to her knees and touched his face. "Daryl?" She waited a moment, then put her ear to his mouth. He was breathing. Thank god. "HELP!" she screamed. She looked to where his hand was gripping his side and gently moved his hand and pulled his jacket off and unbuttoned his shirt, gasping when she saw the blood staining the side of the shirt under his vest. When she pulled the last layer of clothing off his chest, she nearly screamed. He was way too skinny. She could nearly count his ribs, and there above his hip, was a wound. She started crying, thinking it was a bite wound… oh god please not Daryl.
She looked closer… the wound was clean a jig jagged cut… he had been stabbed, or cut somehow. She let out a breath she didn't know she was holding. He wasn't bit. Thank god. She put her hand to his face. "Daryl come back to me. Daryl. " She turned her head "HELP!DAMMIT MERLE!RICK!" she looked back at Daryl's pale face. "Daryl please. I can't lose you. You are that holds me here. Fight Daryl. Please." Suddenly she felt someone behind her. It was Merle, and by god, he was crying. "Oh god, what the hell happened to him?!"She pointed at the stab wound and the showing ribs. "God, Merle help me get him to Hershel, we have to save him. Merle nodded. "You get his head I have his feet." He looked at Daryl's face before getting up. "I'm so sorry baby brother."
sorry this is kind of short, please tell me what you think so far, I wanna know what you guys think. More chapters soon to come, but I will probably end the story soon.