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Daryl POV:
Why did I do that, she was completely distraught and there I am grabbing her and throwing her around like a rag doll. Fuck, she is gonna think I am just like her dumb bastard of a husband. I didn't mean to hurt her but she wouldn't stop she just kept screaming and hitting me. My woman wasn't like that she took all my shit.
I really hoped Merle didn't come back, I just wanted to punch something, I rearranged my dick trying to get my urges under control, why did she have to keep wiggling round, this was her fault. How the fuck was I meant to react? I could hear footsteps coming towards the room, I just kept my head against the books looking at the floor taking deep breathes hoping that I could calm down before they opened the door.
I could tell it was Merle now, his step was much louder than anyone else especially when I had pissed him off. Why does he even care about Carol, he was the one who wanted to leave the group to die.
Merle just kept shouting at me, he was right to, she had been there crying her eyes out and my dick was throbbing from her being so close. Damn Rick was stood next to Merle now, he looked pissed, one of them was going to punch me I knew it. It wasn't my fault though I just wanted her to realise it was me stood with her.
Rick didn't even bother to say anything he just kept looking at me like he was disappointed with me, hell they weren't here they didn't see what she was like all curled up in the corner behind the couch. I kept trying to explain, but Merle just kept raving.
'Merle, shut up.' Shit he looked more pissed he wasn't use to me standing up to him, he start to stalk towards me before Rick put his arm in front of him. I nodded to Rick at least he was prepared to listen to my side.
'She wouldn't move, or look at me, or even acknowledge I was there. I just wanted her where she was safe, when I started carrying her she just started screaming at me, kicking me. I didn't want her to hurt herself.' They both seemed to be taking their time to run it over in their head. Merle started towards me, I really hoped he wasn't gonna punch me I already felt like I was about to drop. I could see it as he got closer, this blaze in his eyes. I didn't have time to reach as his fist collided with my gut, he held me as a doubled over.
'You touch her again without her permission, I will do a lot more, understand?' I nodded trying to ignore the burning in my stomach as he let me fall to the ground. He was right, I knew he could do a lot worse. I just lay there trying to pull myself together as I walked him and Rick walk out the door. Hell, I didn't deserve her, I couldn't even treat her right, Merle would be able to he would know what to do to make her feel good, hell he was even better at looking after her when she was upset I just make her cry, every time.
I waited until their footsteps had faded before I got up, I grabbed my crossbow and headed to the cell block, I needed to make this up to Carol, tell her I was sorry, I don't even care if I gotta be a pussy and beg her. I lov.., hell the fuck that thought come from, Dixons don't even know the meaning of that word.
'Fuck.' Everyone was still up in the cell block; Maggie, Glen, Rick and Merle were all huddled around a table talking. Shit they all looked pissed. They all turned to glare at me as I walked in, I was in for it. But they just turned around and carried on. I knew it was now or never, I was just gonna sneak in her cell and tell her how sorry I was, I would sit there all night if I had to, I couldn't let her thing I was like her shit head of a husband, even if I had to spend the rest of my life proving it to her.
Maggie POV:
I couldn't think what to get Carol, we could all hear sniffles coming from the cell block but daddy had said it was best to leave her to get it all out, and a certain rednecks shouts told us that Daryl had screwed up with Carol
When Merle and Rick finally returned, me and Glen were planning what things we could try and get her. Glen had known her the longest but even he was clueless on what she actually liked. None of us really knew her at all did we? We had spent a year with her and we didn't even know what she liked. I finally decided it was pointless me trying to think of anything and that I would just see what court my eye. Glen, well he looked disappointed with how little he knew about the mother of the group.
Merle and Rick sat down on the metal table with us, Merle looked pissed as hell whereas Rick looked oddly calm. I just stared at Rick hoping for an explanation but he just shook it off.
'Officer Friendly, we ain't leaving her with him. Send him hunting for a few days go on the run without him knowing, Hershal can take lead and Tyresse can be his extra leg.' I kicked Merle at that comment. Daddy could do perfectly fine, but now I was really itching to know what Daryl did.
'What's he done?' I looked at Merle as he seemed the one more likely to discuss his brother.
'Hurt little mouse, had her all held up against the wall yelling at her. Ran to me shaking and crying everywhere. He was still fucking hard when I got back.'
Merle wasn't lying, but that didn't sound like Daryl.
'Merle just leave it. He will fix it, and we need him hear is something happens we won't be here, if we go missing then we won't have anyone to send after us, and Daryl has earned our trust.'
Rick didn't look like he believed that right now, he seemed to be getting more pissed after Merles little enlightenment. Daryl would fix this, Carol always forgave him after he did something.
'So, what are we going to do about the run?' I looked at Rick for an answer he was in change.
'We go tomorrow, I will tell Daryl in the morning that we're going, he can do what he wants go hunt while we're gone, his choice. What have you decided to get her?'
Glen and I both looked at each other, neither of us had an idea what to get for her. I felt so ashamed, anyone else and I would know, Carol she'd been there for all of us and we know nothing at all.
'We don't know what she likes.' I looked down at the table as I spoke, holding Glens hand, I could feel his hand sweating even though the canteen had cooled down considerably since night had approached.
The other side of the table remained silent, I risked looking up to see two pissed faces, but they looked as guilty as we did.
'You don't either, do you?'
They both shook their heads, Merle nervously rubbing at the back of his neck.
'How can we all call ourselves family when we don't even know anything about the centre of our group?' Glen was right, we call ourselves a family yet Carol is who keeps us together and we don't know anything about her.
'Daryl might know, he spent the most time with her since we have all been together. '
Daryl chose this moment to walk into the canteen from the tombs, we all just looked at him, he still looked the same, maybe a little red in his face, but I just couldn't look at him the same, he had hurt her, more than any of us. We all watched as he walked towards the cell block, an intense silence taking over the room until he had moved out of sight. We all looked to Merle.
'Hell, don't expect me to talk to him, he knows where we stand'
'I will, later, he has morning watch I can talk to him then before we leave. He should know what Carol likes if not we can just grab whatever we see that suits her, agreed?'
I hate to imagine the kinds of things Merle would think would suit Carol, he had some stupid grin plastered on his face. Rick looked lost in his thoughts, clearly disappointed that he doesn't know Carol well.
Carol POV:
Once I knew everyone had left the cell block, I stripped down from the bikini, not even looking at my hideous body, I threw the bikini across my cell, the bright colour standing out against the dull grey walls, and my normal plain coloured clothes. I put on my sweats and a baggy T-shirt and climbed into my bed I really didn't feel like staying away, I would probably end up crying myself to sleep, I was surprised I even had any tears left, my room was pitch black the prison mattress feeling comforting to my emotionally drained body.
'Stupid old woman.' I whispered to myself, vocalising the voice of Ed inside my head, he was right, no one would want me, look at my, old, scarred, surrounded by all of these beautiful females, no man would want me.
I could feel my body slowly shutting down to sleep, my tears falling less frequently off my nose onto my pillow.
I could hear footsteps moving up the stairs towards my cell, after Lori died I moved my cell not wanting to be surrounded my memories of my lost friend. She would me disappointed of where I have ended up, but she would know how to help me feel better.
The steps stopped outside my cell, I was sure it was Daryl, but I wasn't ready to face him yet, he couldn't get into my room. Rick and I had the only keys. I tried to slow my breathing, counting down before each breathe, hoping he would just go, give up, leave me. I couldn't look at him, pinned up against that wall he reminded me of Ed so much, when he would come home drunk and have lost money gambling, or if the house wasn't to his impossible standard. I was so scared he would hit me.
The Daryl I knew would never hurt me but he wasn't the man of honour I had grown to know over the winter. I could feel his need digging into my stomach, Ed would take it whenever he wanted, saying it was a wife's job to fulfil a mans want, I didn't think Daryl would rape me, but the stress of the day was wearing on my judgement.
I just wanted to be alone, maybe wake up tomorrow and it would be like this day had never happened. I could go to the library and find my book.
Daryl POV:
I didn't know what to do once I had reached the cell blocked, it was so quiet, everyone was in the canteen clearly giving Carol some space to make herself feel better. Do I go up and see her? Or do I just stay away until she is ready to forgive me. I can't keep doing this, expecting her to just forgive me. I will go see her. I took the stairs two at a time knowing if I wasted time I would pussy out.
Once I was near her cell I could hear her muffled whimpers, she was trying to act asleep, she didn't want to see me, she knew it was me, I had spent all winter teaching her how to track and hunt how to know people by the sound of their footsteps. She picked everything up so quickly, she was silent no matter what terrain she walked on.
I didn't want to go in if she didn't want to see me, she had locked her cell, she didn't know I had an extra key in case she needed me. That was something no one knew, I didn't want them knowing that I cared for her more than a friend.
I slip down the cold concrete wall deciding I would be here until my watch, just in case all of the memories dragged up by the day's events plagued her while she slept. She didn't know that I would go to her while she slept, sometimes she would start crying in her sleep and I would softly talk to her sleeping form until she calmed down into a restful sleep.
