A/N:: Ok, this story is gonna turn south from what you thought would happen, so be prepared...its gonna be sad and shit. All those sad crying feels and im sure Yazzy will kill me for this, but hey i'm making it sad for her! We both we're talking about how we all love and hate sad feels, haha. ;) SO this 'turning south' thing is for her! And thanks to Future Mrs. Riggs who is always there for me!

A song will also be added into the next chapter. A song i've never heard of but the lyrics are good for the chapter...haha. Its a Daryl POV song though, so it fit good for him at the moment of time. The song is 'Love Forgot' by Luther Vandross...like I said, this story gets real sad... so gonna add a sad song for a sad story, but the song is in the NEXT chapter, not THIS chapter. :)

Today is my Birthday, so happy Birthday to me and here's a update from me on my b-day because I can. ;) And season 3 came out recently on my birth month near my birthday. THATS AWESOME. EARYL PRESENT FROM TWD. Sorry...too much COFFEE? 44 more days till Season 4 and CARYL ON.

Carol and Jacob we're outside washing laundry when Daryl walked up, he was behind them so they didn't know he was there. He stopped dead in his tracks, listening to the conversation going down between the two old friends. His fists we're balled as he listened. His face set at a scown and his eyes a glare.

"Do you really like that redneck?" Jacob asked, handing her another shirt, one of Daryl's, he scoffed at the sleeveless shirts, "why doesn't he like sleeves?"

Carol chuckled, taking it from him, "he wants to show off his muscular arms" Carol burst into a fit of laughter which Jacob soon joined. Daryl growled softly as she continued, "but really, no, I think he just likes no sleeves"

Jacob smirked, "do you like them like that?"

Carol shrugged, suddently uncomfortable with the question, "uh..it looks good on him, I guess..." she shook her head and quickly changed the subject, "why do you call him a redneck?"

"Because he is one" Jacob replied dryly.

Carol snorted, "he has a name you know" Carol stopped her work and stared at him, awaiting his answer.

Jacob nodded but then shrugged, "redneck suits him better"

Carol sighed, "do you not like Daryl?"

Jacob looked at her, thinking for a moment. He hesitanted before finally speaking, "he hurt you, therefore I don't like the man"

Carol took the wet shirt of Daryl's and threw it at him, it hit him in the face with a wet thud. Carol covered a hand over her mouth but the laughs still escaped as she watched him peel the shirt off, his face wet from the water. He narrowed his eyes as her, "you think thats funny!"

Carol nodded, laughing more, "so damn funny" she said between chuckles.

Jacob rolled his eyes, "asshole" he muttered, putting Daryl's shirt back in the bucket of wet clothes which Carol sooned picked up to continue washing. Jacob shrugged and continued talking, "do you like him?"

Carol didn't stop what she was doing, "he's my friend. He's saving my ass a bunch of times"

Jacob nodded his head, "every feel anything more for him?"

This time Carol did stop what she was doing, she turned and stared at him. He didn't need to be asking this shit. She wasn't going to let him in on her life. It wasn't any of his bussiness, he WAS the one to leave her, not her leave him. The dumbass. "It's none of your bussiness Jacob"

Jacob smiled and nodded his agreement, "yeah, I know. I'm sorry"

Carol just sighed, "it's ok, I guess"

Daryl was still listening from his spot, Jacob had no right to be asking this shit about them, it wasn't any of his damn bussiness and he was happy when Carol told him that...in a softer way...He saw Jacob thinking, so he didn't approach yet, listening a little longer.

Jacob nodded, handing her another shirt, one of Rick's, once she was done with the rednecks. She started washing it as Jacob talked, "you know, after you left, I had the worse case of heartache. I thought I would have to kill myself...then the world ended and I thought that was God's way of punishing me, but then I found you and I realised God did this to help me, heal my heart and get us back together. Like it was always meant to be"

Carol looked at him, her eyes wide, "you left for Megan" she said dryly.

"I was young and stupid. I wasn't thinking right" Jacob told her, trying to apologize for the wrong he put upon her. Carol wasn't giving in that easy though and it made Daryl smirk and grimace, because sooner or later she WOULD give in.

"Yeah, you surely weren't thinking right at ALL" she said, her voice full of sarcasim and slight anger.

Jacob just shook his head, "dammit Carol, I love you and I always will. I still miss you and your right here! I cried for days, I wouldn't eat and I surely didn't sleep at night thinking of being without you!" He ranted, his hands flying in the air with protest to her statement.

A few silent tears fell down Carol's cheek as she listened to his words, "then why did you leave?"

"Because I was stupid! Going for the next pretty thing, I couldn't see the prettiest thing was right in front of me and i'm sorry I was so dumb" He cupped her face, making her look at him. He wiped her tears away with his thumbs and smiled. She gave him a sad smile.

Daryl growled, he would wipe away her tears with his thumbs when she cried. Rick was right, he was loosing her and fast, she was already replacing him with Jacob. Soon he would be a long forgotten friend who would just be another redneck trash to her as she lived her life with Jacob and hopefully had kids of her own. She would never have a family with him, never have Dixon kids...but she didn't deserve him, did she? Had she? He shook his head, it didn't matter, she was falling for her old boyfriend and that was somehow ok to Daryl. But why did it hurt so much?

Carol smiled, giving him a sad laugh, "you think i'm the prettiest thing?"

Jacob smiled back and touched his forehead to hers, "prettiest thing in this world and the world before" he muttered.

Carol closed her eyes and have him a wide smile as he pulled away from her. She opened her eyes and smirked at him, "we should get back to work"

Jacob nodded, laughing, "I was never good at consentrating on the work at hand when you we're here" He winked at her and she laughed as she washed another one of Daryl's shirts.

He was loosing her, Daryl knew that for sure now. She was slowly moving on, but she was also moving on fast. Moving on from the building between them, letting their future together shatter as she built another future with someone else. It wasn't long enough together, if they had longer time maybe he would have got enough courage to just kiss her and build a few more levels but now it was too late, but maybe it was for the best. Then why did it still hurt so bad?

That afternoon Daryl Dixon was in a fowl mood, the ache of heartbreak sinking as deep as his bones. His mind covered with the look on her face when she saw Jacob at dinner, the smile and laughs exchanged and sitting together. Away from him. But close enough for him to hear and see them. They sat, telling stories about their past childhood. And it hurt Daryl more than he thought, enough that he couldn't hide it anymore, he got up and stomped to his shared room with her. Looking at her stuff, he knew she would move out, move in with Jacob.

He closed his eyes for a mintue, then when he opened them he went in search for a paper, when he found a old dusty notebook in the drawer, he ripped out a piece of paper and took out a barely working pen. Holding the paper against the wall, he slowly wrote on it because he was using his bad wrist to write. The one with that cast on it. He growled as he finally finished writing on it. Slowly he put it down on her bunk and quickly left to do a perimeter check.

Carol had watched him leave dinner, fuming the whole way out. After they finished eating, she took the plates and cleaned the dishes with the help of Maggie and Beth. Once she was finished and smiled to the youngest Greene, "i'm going to check in for the night"

Beth smiled, "have a great night Carol!"

Maggie looked over her shoulder, smirking at Carol, "don't be too loud with our redneck in there" Beth's eyes went wide and her mouth dropped open, "they're together?" she asked. Maggie just shook her head as Carol stared daggers at her.

"We're not together Beth. Maggie is teasing me...last thing that happened between us was a FIGHT" Carol could feel tears stinging his eyes.

Maggie suddently felt bad, "oh, i'm sorry Carol. I didn't know!" Carol just wiped her eyes and left the kitchen, walking slowly to her cell. Would he be there? Would he be waiting on her. She knew he was there when they she was doing laundry with Jacob, but he never actually came to her, just left after he heard enough and was boiling with hot anger.

When she rounded the corner, she saw a folded paper on her bunk but no Daryl. As she opened the paper she cocked her head. Tears started falling rapidly as she read the five words over and over.

'It wasn't long enough together'

Was this from Daryl? It couldn't be, Daryl didn't feel for her. Was it from Jacob? It could be. Seemed like some kind of apologie he would write. She sighed and folded the paper and put it beside her bag. She climbed into the bunk and cried, let all her emotions run out. She needed this. To just let it all out. She lost anything she had with Daryl, she decided to start over with Jacob, but it was for the best. She didn't want to be rejected or left by him, she wouldn't live through the Dixon's rejection. This was for the best. So she believed the note was from Jacob. And she was wrong, but she didn't know that. Not till the redneck came back and pissed his storm on her.

Daryl finished his walk, it was getting dark and Rick and Glenn had watch. They wouldn't want to see him out here just walking, they knew the trouble he was going through with Carol and he didn't want to talk about it or get them talking about it. Last thing he didn't want was to be mistaken as a walker and be shot, just like when Andrea did it.

He walked into their room and heard soft sniffles. He saw the note folded beside her bag. He titled his head and listened for a second, she WAS still here...but why? He toed off his boots and took off his vest. He sighed and gathered his courage, he took off his shirt, leaving him half naked. His bare chest out in the open, showing off his scars and muscles. He walked to the bunk and looked at her. She had the top bunk, he insisted her take it so he could get to his bow better in the morning. Her back was to him. He sighed and softly turned her, "Carol?"

He slightly touched her shoulder and she lashed out a hand at him, he dodged her blow as she sat up, tears still falling down her cheeks. He grabbed her wrists before she could swip at him again. She growled in anger at his actions and recoiled, scooting right up against the wall where he couldn't reach her well. He cocked his head and gave her look like she was crazy, "the fuck is wrong what ya?"

"YOU. You big dummy!" She hissed, glaring at him like he was the devil.

He shook his head, "I ain't ya enemy. I wasn't the one laughin' 'bout my sleeveless shirts with a man who called me a REDNECK. That was YA" He growled, narrowing his own eyes to meet her glare.

She swung her hands in the air, "I was joking! And I defended you, I told him he should call you by your name! Geez, your such a asshole!"

He chuckled sarcasticly, "I'M the asshole. Ok, but ya are the dumbass!"

"Why we're you even listening to our conversation!?" She snapped, her beautiful eyes dark with fustration.

He sighed, but keep his head up high, "I was comin' to tell ya I was sorry but when ya two started gettin' too...at it...I decided to give ya some privacy. I see my wrong actions did ya some good though, no need for me to apologize anymore" He shrugged like it was nothing but she was only pissed off more.

"HE was saying SORRY for his wrong. HE actually BEGGED for my forgiveness, you wouldn't gave me a dead squirrel or rose and tell me some shit-wroth story then stomp off and have nothing else to do with me. Just someone to talk to on free time" She retorted, over her head with her anger.

"Ya BITCH! If thats how ya want it! Ya don' need me. I try my hardest, i've been through hell and ya know that, I ain't gonna come up and get on my damn knees and say sorry with pleading eyes and a bunch of fuckin' flowers, i'm gonna tell ya somethin' and hope ya know the meaning behind it. READ INBETWEEN THE LINES" he hissed, vemon going out at every word, "I TRY MY HARDEST TO NOT TURN INTO MY FATHER OR ED. But ya just pushin' it. PUSH me away, do it, ain't gonna hurt me a bit. I might hit ya sometime anyways, ya must already know my feelin' for ya are low so why stick around?"

He bunched the metal on the top bunk, it made a sicking clunk sound that made Carol jump. He growled and sat down hard on the bottem bunk. His rant was over. He could hear her trying to hide the fact she was crying but he wasn't going to do anything about it. He laid down and put his hands neatly behind his head, staring up at the top bunk. Why couldn't she see the things he did? All the things he thought about her doing? All the things he saw in her? His feelings with her? They are all jack now, she don't care a penny for any of it. Have it her way, she broke his heart and he let her. He let her leave and go off with a good-for-nothing shit bag. If she wanted that, she could have it. But killing birds with two stones, Carol got a love and he got a heartbreak. It's what she wanted and deserved he guessed.

But from that moment on, the heartache for Daryl Dixon started. And if you asked him what it felt like, he would say having a million needles go through your heart as you die slowly with pain and depression.

A/N:: I hope you liked it. Sad right? Pulling at my heart strings. But I warned you it would get sad...just go get your tissues and put them by your computer and label them 'Got a Problem?' tissues. Every chapter you'll need a few or more, trust me. This story goes WAY down hill. ;)

Have a great day and CARYL ON. HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MEEEEEE. and to whoever elses birthday is today because i don't know much about people birthdays really...