Broken

Chapter 6

A/N: Sorry I haven't updated in a while! It's just Saturday I spent the day painting Carol (Which Melissa McBride herself saw :D) and then Sunday was TWD finale. I was going to write after the finale, but I was too emotionally scarred from Andrea's death. I loved Andrea. Now I'm sad. Anyway, have some Caryl to numb the pain of Andrea's death!
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"You guys be safe over there, okay?" Carol said as Rick, Andrea, and Michonne walked to the car. Andrea had given a persuasive argument that Milton would be of good use. Rick originally wanted Daryl to go, but he decided to stay behind and look after the prison. He was mainly still upset with Andrea. That was Carol's next task, to talk to him.

"Don't worry Carol, we'll be fine." Andrea smiled and gave Carol a quick hug before getting in the car. She watched as they drove off towards Woodbury. She said a silent prayer, and hoped they'd make it back with Milton safe and unharmed. Carol closed the prison gate and then headed back to the cell block.

Carol smiled to Beth as she walked by with Judith. Beth always took such great care of the baby, and Carol had yet to thank her for that. She decided she would do that after she talked to Daryl. She looked up towards his perch and saw him sitting on the steps. She quickly made her way over to him.

Daryl glanced up as he saw Carol standing at the bottom of the stairs. He didn't say anything as she sat down beside him.

"They left." Carol started off the conversation.

"Figured." Daryl muttered and continued to avoid her eyes. Of course he felt like a jackass for getting mad at her, just because she was defending Andrea. He just hoped she wasn't too mad at him.

Carol sighed and just looked at him. He still seemed a little angry, but it had definately died down from earlier. "I want to thank you."

Daryl finally looked her in the eyes. "What for?"

"For coming back when you did. The Governor probably would've either killed me, or I would've gone with him to protect you. I'd rather have me suffer and you guys be safe, than the other way around." Carol explained.

"Was nothin'. Wanted to kill that prick for a long time. After what he did to Glenn and Maggie, I wanted him dead. After what he did to Merle, leavin' him to turn like that, I wanted to be the one to kill him. Then what he did to you, I knew I wanted him dead right away." Daryl growled at the thought of him.

Carol gave him and small smile and took his hand in hers. "It wasn't nothing to me. You saved me, again, for possibly the hundredth time." She placed a light kiss on his cheek. "So thank you."

Daryl gave her a small smile as she stood up. They looked at each other for another moment before she headed back down the steps.

Carol ran to open the gate along with Daryl. It was very late, and Rick had finally returned from Woodbury. After they closed the gate, Carol hurried over to the car to greet their new arrival.

Rick stepped out of the car, followed by Michonne. They didn't say anything as Andrea stepped out of the vehicle. As soon as Carol saw her, she knew something was wrong. "What happened?" She asked.

"He didn't make it..." Andrea sighed, fighting back the tears. "He was bit. I had to..." Andrea couldn't get out the rest out as the tears finally started running down her face.

"Oh no..." Carol pulled Andrea into a hug. Though she didn't exactly know Milton, she knew he was a good man. He tried to help her escape from Woodbury and get her back to the prison. "I'm so sorry Andrea." She whispered as Andrea cried on her shoulder. She was aware that Andrea was close with Milton, as he had also helped Andrea escape from Woodbury a while back.

Andrea let go of Carol and wiped the tears away. "Thank you Carol." She gave her a sad smile. Carol nodded, and the two of them headed back to the cell block.

Carol was the first thing on his mind. He woke up to screaming, and immediately went to Carol's cell. 'Please be there' he thought. He peered into her cell to find she was not there. Daryl's heart started to race. Where was she? The scream sounded like it was coming from the tombs, as they called it. He grabbed his crossbow and raced down the steps towards the tombs.

The silence down there was unbearable. He flicked on his flashlight once he started down the hallway. He hoped this was a sign that no one was down here, and that he had just imagined the scream. But that still didn't explain why Carol wasn't in her cell. If she was down here, than what for? He paused as he heard what sounded like crying. He listened closely, trying to determine which way it was coming from. He headed down a hallway, and found the source of the crying. There was a walker dead on the ground, and Carol had her back against the wall, tears streaming down her face. "Carol, the hell you doin' down here?" He asked and knelt down beside her. She didn't respond, but only looked up at him with very sad eyes. She looked scared and worried. "Carol? What's wrong..."

The tears started to pour down her face once again as he spoke. He just wanted to know what was wrong. "Carol please..." Daryl reached a hand out to her, but she quickly slapped it away.

"Don't." She whispered. Daryl was very confused. "Just go away."

"Carol, c'mon, just tell me what's wrong." Daryl pleaded.

Carol closed her eyes, and moved her arm away from her side. Her hand was covered in blood. There was a tear in her shirt, and a large amount of flesh was missing. Daryl lost the ability to speak as he stared at the bite.

"I told you... To leave me be, Daryl. You don't need to see..." Carol stopped speaking. Daryl looked up at her, tears threatening to escape.

"Carol? Look at me..." He spoke quietly. When she didn't respond, he crawled closer to her. There was no breath coming out of her. Daryl backed up against the wall opposite to her. Not now. This wasn't supposed to happen. She just got back from that godforsaken place, only to be gone again? "No..." Was all he could say as the tears started to fall. This was a lot worse than when he found Merle. He sat there against the wall, his face in his hands, as he cried.

Daryl looked up as he heard breathing. He wiped away his tears so he could see clearly. He noticed her eyes start to flutter open, but when he looked into her eyes, there was no sign of life. They were a dull and faded blue. This couldn't be happening. She slowly started to move, and when she spotted him, she lunged at him. Daryl quickly moved out of the way and took out his knife. When she lunged at him again, he pinned her down. "I'm sorry Carol..." He whispered and plunged the knife into her skull. Everything had been taken away from him. Sophia, Merle, and now Carol? He was so angry at the world, that he continuously shoved the blade into her skull, until her head was completely smashed in. He fell backwards, dropping the knife beside him. Why was it always him? Why did he have to lose the ones he loved? Why was life so unfair? Why was everything so precious to him always destroyed and broken.

A/N: That was emotional to write. "Jee great way to cheer us up with Caryl there McBrideReedusLover! Nice job!" Sorry about that. R&R lovelies!
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