"Can't leave her. Not again." In her half asleep, half awake state, Carol Peletier could heard the familiar gruff voices of Merle and Daryl Dixon talking as they walked down the cell block. Even in her dazed state, she knew it was far too early for them to be up, even if they were going hunting.

"Come on, Daryl, just leave 'er a 'Dear John' note and lets get the fuck out of 'ere."

"I ain't leavin' 'er again. Either she comes or yer shit outta luck."

"Must be some damn good pussy ta treat yer brother like a sack of potatoes."

Carol sat up in bed as she heard struggling outside of her cell and she yawned, wiping her face off. She stood to her feet and stepped into her boots, not buckling up as she walked out of her cell to see Merle and Daryl struggling outside of the cells, Merle pressed against the wall with Daryl's forearm against his throat while Daryl threatened him in a low voice. "What in the hell are you two doing? You're going to wake everyone up."

Merle and Daryl stopped struggling with each other and Daryl looked over at Carol, crossbow hung over his shoulder. "Sorry." Merle and Daryl mumbled.

"What in the world are you two doing awake? It's too dark out for hunting." She said, crossing her arms over her chest.

Merle looked over pointedly at Daryl. "Well, lil' brotha, ain't ya gonna answer the woman?"

Daryl sent a glare over to his brother before he looked back at Carol. "I need ta talk ta ya."

Carol nodded. "So talk."

"Not here." Daryl reached forward and grasped her arm, pulling her towards him. They left Merle where he was and Daryl and her went down to the kitchen where they would have some privacy to talk. Carol stood in the kitchen as Daryl shut the door behind him, her arms crossed over her chest.

"Daryl, what's going on?" She asked.

Daryl looked over at her. "Merle's leaving again. Can't live under Rick's rule."

Her face fell, she knew what that meant. Daryl was leaving too. "You're leaving us again? Leaving me again? You can't do that, you said you wouldn't."

Daryl saw her hand coming up to slap him and he grabbed her wrist just before her hand could connect with his skin. "Told Merle I'd go wit' him on one condition. You come with me."

Carol brought her hand down and pulled her hand from him, holding it to her chest. Daryl wanted her to leave their family with him? He wanted to leave the prison again to live in the woods, again? At least the prison was safe, especially after the threat of the Governor was eliminated. Never knew what, or who, you would find in the woods. "Seriously?"

He nodded. "Won't leave you again."

He wanted her to leave with him and his brother, okay. Carol needed a moment to take that in. He was basically asking her to choose between him (and Merle) and their family. Her first instinct was to tell him no she wasn't going to leave her family to spend the rest of her life living in the woods with him and his damn brother. She even opened her mouth to tell him no and tell him to stay with her, which was why she was surprised when the opposite came out of her mouth. "Okay."

Daryl looked just as taken back as Carol felt when 'okay' came out of her mouth. "Seriously? Thought ya'd say no."

"So did I." Carol said, glancing around.

"So did I." Merle said from the opposite side of the door and Carol and Daryl realized that he had been listening the whole time. Daryl brought his hand up and he smacked the door where he figured Merle's head would be. Merle growled in pain and they heard him lean off the wall. "Son of a bitch!"