A/N: Totally spazzed, my friend went to comic con to meet the The Walking Dead cast and she gave the link to this fanfic to Norman Reedus 3 which is one of the reasons why I'll love her forever :)

Carol looked outside at the snow that fell softly. She yawned and continued to fold the dry clothes she had washed earlier. Lori was helping her, her actions jerkish and Carol could feel Lori's eyes on her every few seconds, giving her a burning glare like 'How dare you get pregnant like I did' and the looks she gave Rose were worse. Carol got up slowly, holding in a grown. Getting up was getting harder and harder, in fact, moving was getting harder and harder.

T-Dog and Andrea had gone out to make a store run for the pregnant women, getting the vitamins they needed. Herschel instructed them to get what they needed and get out. Lori got up after finishing her last shirt, holding herself. "I think I need a nap." She said, taking the shirts. Rick, Glenn and Maggie where going on border patrol when Carol made her way to the kitchen to make lunch for everybody. It would be ready when everybody got back.

Carol rummaged in the kitchen, looking for a pot. She decided to make home made chicken noodle soup. She had all the ingredients out, using the supplies they had for winter. She groaned, leaning down to pick up a pot from the bottom cabinets. Patricia hurried in, hearing her groan.
"Don't worry, I've got this. Go rest, you shouldn't be straining yourself with those two." She shooed her away gently. Carol let out an annoyed huff, leaving the kitchen. They didn't want her to do anything anymore and it was becoming annoying. She could everybody closing in, suffocating her.

Carol climbed the stairs up to Maggie's room, opening the door and eyeing her stuff. Maggie had given up her room for Carol, trading places and taking the corner of the room, saying a pregnant woman should not be sleeping on the floor. Daryl's stuff was in a corner, his crossbow missing. He was out hunting, once again, to find meat for the group. Carol didn't buy it, thinking he just needed to get away.

The bed didn't comfort her when she sat down, it just made her want to move more. She was tired of sitting, tired of sleeping. Tired of doing nothing! Carol took her blanket in her arms, swinging the door open and climbing down the stairs. Herschel was in his room, studying a pregnancy book for humans. He didn't know it all too well, only animals. He wanted to nail down the exact details so he knew what to do. It was quiet in the living room and Carol could hear Patricia making the soup.

Carol pushed the screen door open, ignoring what Patricia was saying about staying inside. She needed fresh air. She needed to be alone. It was chilly out and Carol shivered, draping the blanket across her shoulders. She looked to the field, which was covered in a blanket of snow. It was a beautiful sight and in this world, Carol never thought she'd see something beautiful ever again. She could see something moving across the field. She could see it was Daryl, crossbow hanging behind him as he trudged through the snow.

Stepping down from the porch, Carol decided to meet him. She heard him shout something and start to run through the snow. She didn't understand until she heard the snarling of the walker behind her. She whipped around, screaming as she took in the sight of the creäture. It was a girl, her black hair matted with blood and melting snow. Blood covered her decaying face and it looked like something had chewed her lips off. You could see the huge chunk of flesh ripped from her shoulder, obviously a bite wound. More covered her arms.

The walker snarled, snapping its teeth at Carol as she backed away, screaming in horror again. The walker growled, gnashing her teeth together thinking of sinking her teeth into her flesh and eating her. Carol could hear Daryl. He was closer now, almost there. The walker kept coming, but suddenly stopped as an arrow was implanted in its forehead.

"What are ya doin' out here alone' Carol!" Daryl growled, yet Carol could feel the fear and relief in his voice. He hugged her tightly and Carol realized he was shaking.
"Why don' you stay in the damn house!" He scolded, steering her toward the house. It felt awkward having his arm around her as they made their way to the house. He wasn't used to physical touch that wasn't abuse. It didn't sit well with him, but he had to suck to up and be strong for Carol.

Daryl looked around, sighing in relief. The cold air nipped at his nose, but he didn't mind. He was used to it, having to hunt everyday during the winter for food on the table. The trail he was leaving behind was clear, but he knew the snow would cover his tracks. There was nothing intelligent to track him around here anyways, he had made sure of that.

When Daryl looked up from his boots as he walked across the field, he saw Carol waiting for him.
Why the hell does she insist on not staying in the house? She's pregnant for crying out loud!

Her hurried, wanting to get her into the damn house as soon as possible when he saw movement behind her.
Good, Lori's going to tell her to get her ass in the house!
Daryl realized that wasn't Lori, his heart jumping as he realized it was decaying.
"Carol!" he shouted, starting to run. Why wouldn't she just stay in the house in care of the others? Carol had turned around by then, screaming bloody murder. Patrica was at the window now Daryl could see as he ran, her face a mask of horror as the walker snapped at Carol.

Daryl stopped, taking his crossbow and loading it. He only had one chance to save her. He pulled the trigger, aiming it at the walker. The arrow pierced it's forehead, moving through it like warm butter. He kept coming, scooping Carol up in a hug.
"Wha' are ya doin' out here alone Carol!" He growled, but his legs were weak with relief and he could feel himself shaking.
"Why don' you stay in the damn house?" He scolded her, steering her towards the house and up the stairs.