Author's Note: New chapter, please reiview and enjoy! Plus a new episode is on tonight, and hopefully Carol returns and her and Daryl make out. Haha but really I do want her to come back. Enjoy!
"Move! Outta' the way!" Daryl boomed, carrying Carol into the cell block, really she was probably fine, but he kind of just wanted an excuse to hold her for a little while longer. She felt so frail in his arms, but he knew it wasn't a result of today. This whole apocalypse had really began to take a toll on the whole group.
"Put me down, I'm fine. No need to be fussin' over me." Carol told Daryl, she knew her health shouldn't be the upmost of concern now or ever really. The group would surely get along fine without her if something ever happened to her.
"Just gotta' make sure Carol. What happened out there?" Daryl asked sitting her down in one of the chairs from the cells. He began checking her arms, legs, and shoulders for any visible scratches or bite marks.
"T-Dog, he…he got bit. Tried to help me out, sacrificed himself to make sure I did. It was terrible. He didn't make it."
"We know. Found his body being eatin' by some damn walkers. Found this too." He reached into his back pocket retrieving the scarf that must have fallen off of her head. "Thought you were dead or long gone." He handed her the scarf and looked at his feet. "Didn't think you were gonna make it back to us." He thought she was alive, he had hope she was, but in this world, hope didn't mean much anymore. But he had instantly felt relief when he had seen her on the other side of the jail doors.
"Wasn't easy, but I made it." She paused. "Never thought I'd be so happy to see your redneck self." She joked trying to make light of the situation. It really wasn't that big of a deal, she had only encountered a few walkers after the incident with T-Dog but she managed to sneak past them. She was lucky in that respect. "Where's Lori? Is she alright, not too stressed right? Stress really isn't good for the baby…" She began to get up from the chair she was in but Daryl stopped her.
"Um, well the thing is…"
"What? What's wrong? What happened?"
"Well…she didn't make it." Daryl put it to her as best he could. Carol was quiet for a moment, just trying to take in the second death of the day. He knew it would be sad for her, they had been good friends, but she would have to get over it. If she could get over the death of her own daughter and sorry excuse for a husband then she would probably be able to get over Lori pretty easily. It would still be sad though.
"That means the baby's gone too." Carol whispered, but Daryl shook his head.
"Went into labor, and Maggie had ta cut er open and took the baby out. She was in shock from the pain, probably bleedin' out too. Carl had to shoot her." Carol eyes were wide with shock, but really nothing shocked her or anyone as of lately.
"Rick?" She knew he couldn't be taking it well. It was obvious he had been ignoring Lori, and the never reconciled. It probably wasn't a good reaction.
"Bawlin' more than the baby." She nodded, taking the day's events in. "You going to be okay?" He asked, knowing how hard today was for him, it must be worse for a woman, they always had extra emotions running through their bodies.
"I'll be fine. I'm just going to be living my life a little better. I didn't think I'd see any of you again. I'm not wasting any of my time not appreciatin' ya'll." Daryl mused over this in his head, it was exactly how he had felt, not knowing if he would ever get to see her again. At the time he just wanted to tell her that he cared for her a lot, but once he saw her, his nerves acted up and prevented him from doing so. Plus he was not one to intentionally make himself look vulnerable, it wasn't him. He stood there just wondering if he should say something to her or not. "You look like you got something to say."
"No, just thinking. Nothing to say really." He said, not wanting to admit to having feelings or anything.
"Well if you ever want to say something, you know I'll be here." She said standing up she squeezed his shoulder and kissed him on the cheek before walking to the doorway, presumably to meet the newest and youngest member of the group. He blushed at the brief but intimate contact. "I care, remember that." With that she slipped out of the cold, grey room.