A/N:: Oh my lord, thank you for ALL the support and reviews and messages, thankfully I got NO mean grams about this chapter and it makes me feel very good. I had a horriable day when I wrote that chapter, I just couldn't focus, I hope I did justice to it and it seems I did. SO thank you to all, the anger has rolled off, now i'm just a little depressed on other matters...

Did ya'll see Season 4 Trailer!? Damn, it ROCKED! I just can't wait for October to come, October 13th is gonna be AWESOME. Its not far away..but I swear Walking Dead will be the death of me. hhaa. ^^; The good thing is, almost every part Carol was in, Daryl was with her, which is a good sign (so beat that trolls!)...but there's one part i'm on edge about, the 1-2 second glimpse where you see Daryl and Beth a little too close for comfort..I don't know why they we're that close, but I just hope Beth isn't taking interest in Daryl in Season 4, CARYL ON!

And, just because the Macmanus bros are in this story, I was told a few days ago that the director, Troy Duffy, says he's writing the Boondock Saints III, thats RIGHT, THERE WILL BE A 3RD BOONDOCK SAINTS. WEEE. And like right now, I heard Sean Patrick Flanery say thats its in developing, I JUST CAN'T WAIT...It might be hard on Norman though, to be doing two things at once, a movie and a TV show...woo, GO NORMAN and GO WALKING DEAD and GO BOONDOCK SAINTS! I've heard that Norman Reedus & Sean Patrick Flanery ARE still playing the brothers in Boondock Saints III.

^ Has anyone heard about them making a Boondock Saints TV show, I have...the director,has been saying its still in question, that it would be cool to do so and I think it is too...but one problem for me, what about Norman Reedus? I mean he's doing the Walking Dead TV show and right now Season 4 is going on...it will be hard to do TWO TV shows at a time...I mean I REALLY REALLY want a Boondock Saints TV show...but I don't want them to get like a replacement for Norman if he's too busy, because the brothers MUST be the original actors in the movies, because well it SHOULD be, they are awesome and are PERFECT brothers, they need Norman...whats the point without Norman? I mean, I hope they have a TV show and if they do, I hope Norman finds time to do both Walking Dead & Boondock Saints.. :) We'll see, remember, its still in question if they have a Boondock Saints TV show, they might now..depends. :) teeheee, love these shos though...

Anyways, Chapter 21, thank you ALL!

UPDATE:: -sigh- i'm in a bad mood. :( A Caryl hater messaged me and asked me this:

"Hey, im Mrs. Dixon,

yea Mrs. Dixon...you cant changge that. ha. Anywayys I wante to now since you right it if you stare at a imagge of Daryl and jus drol & mind-fuck him...you moss likley do, becaude yo are liked stupoid liek thatt. Huuhh?"

^ They could hardly spell and write correctly, grammar and all sucks...and saying I 'mind-fuck' a photo of Daryl Dixon and am stupid...and that I can't change that there 'Mrs. Dixon' DAMMIT. FUCK NUT, SHUT UP. You know nothing..they blocked me after so I couldn't respond, chickenshit...damn, I am over my head with this... :( And here I am listening to 'Only Girl (in the world)' on the radio and reading this message and I feel my eyes water but I won't let it fall...this is crap, they need to stop, seriously...i've started almost writing 1000 word A/N because of this just because I need somewhere to yell at them since they like block you and run or review as Guest...urg. anyways, all you nice people are making me forget these horriable people...

Carol was pissed. Daryl Dixon had her pissed. Carol was pissed and when she was pissed you better be hiding underneath whatever is close.

Carol never usually get's pissed, she might get angry or irrated or upset, but NEVER pissed. She knew if she did, she would be yelled at or hit or neglected. She was afraid of it. She didn't want to get hurt or let down, or embarressed for trying to stand up for herself and failing because all she ever did meant nothing. Cooking and cleaning, why would she get pissed for doing it, maybe fustrated or irrated, but so what...get over it, right? But this was different, Daryl Dixon got her pissed, the man did a lot of things wrong to her and she never got pissed, but this was all she could take. He did a lot, she didn't care, sometimes she believed it, she would be mad at him, inside or out but never fight back about it. But this was different. Daryl Dixon watched her get raped and didn't do a damn, even when he could. He could have done anything, let alone STOP his brother from raping her, but he didn't. He watched, he just watched it all happened as soon as it started and ended, and said nothing about it after, just sat there, staring at the spot she had just go raped at. So she wes pissed, his brother, his older brother, his OWN blood raped her and he did NOTHING about it. She thought she cared for him, felt something for me, anything, compassion, passion, perfection, care, interest, even love. But that could be thrown in the trash now, he clearly didn't care. After all their joking and flirting and laughing and gentle touches...the looks, the smiles, the stares, the eye contact, the nods, the blinks...there all nothing. Just shit. All they EVER were and she finally knew.

How could she be so stupid? Believing a man like Daryl Dixon could feel something for her more than friendship back. Stupid old Carol falling for handsome young Daryl. Shit finally hit the fan for her. She finally found out, after he LET his brother rape him. He LET his brother do it, he could have done ANYTHING, anything at ALL to stop it, but he didn't. He actually WATCHED it. Who could ever do THAT!? Watch her getting raped is as worse as him killing her slowly himself. And thats what hes doing now, killing her slowly in the inside, her heart breaking slowly, crumbling, dying. And her world, her ego, will be broke forever. But who cares, she always was broken, Ed made sure of that. She could leave, she could die...she could opt out. End this so Daryl didn't have to watch or talk to her sorry ass anymore. He only did because he pitied her, felt she would kill herself if he didn't. Maybe he was right..

Carol looked at her hands, she was a old hag. A scarred burden. A forever wounded woman. A broken lady. A angel who never recieved her halo, her wings, her happiness.

Tears fell down her dirty cheeks, she cried silently. She was good at that, always did it with Ed. If she cried outloud she would surely be beat, get more scars and pain because there was nothing to cry about. She would always be pitiful so why cry about it? Thats what Ed always said, and it was true, wasn't it? YES! And it always would be.

Daryl Dixon was defeated. He never EVER had been, he would get hurt or beat or shot or yelled at but he never got defeated, never broken. Not like he had when Merle told him those words.

He was right too. Daryl did a lot for people, was always the kind gentle one of the Dixons. Doing what he could to help if that meant risking his life. He would do it, and for what? A thank you? A smile? Words that meant nothing but words, talk. Fuck that, why would he be doing this? He ain't getting any food, guns, keys to a car, water...nothing that could help him. By helping others, it ain't helping him. SO why do it? Merle was right, he should stop. He's almost killed himself too many times for these people, and the more he thought about it the more he realised he really didn't KNOW any of them. He didn't know much about them, names, ages, genders, we'll thats obvious...but their likes, dis-likes, fears, childhood, that he didn't know. He didn't ask but he wasn't told. he shouldn't have stayed with him, he should have left with his brother a long time ago. But he told Merle this group would be good, back at the quarry his brother didn't want to join them but Daryl insisted, saying they needed them because they we're as good as them or that it was a good place to hold up and skin and eat the animals they hunted and caught. So Merle agreed, and where did it get them? His brother got hand-cuffed to a roof and lost his hand and he was seperated from his brother and he almost died or got bit a lot by trying to help the group and now he was with his brother, FINALLY realising what all happened.

And now, here his brother was, raping who he THOUGHT was his best friend. The only woman he THOUGHT he cared about. The only person he THOUGHT really cared about him. The only person he THOUGHT he trusted other than Merle. The one person he THOUGHT he would go to first with problems. The one person he THOUGHT he would save first...the person he THOUGHT he knew...but he was wrong. Never.

She looked upset, hurt, pleading...but what could he do? What could SHE possiably mean to HIM? Fuck it all, she didn't care for him, no one did..they kept him there to help with saftey and for the meat he caught, skinned and cooked just right to eat with good taste. If he died or left, no one would care or notice. Would they? Hell no, he was only like a slave...a servent, someone to help with needs. Food and saftey. Thats all right? So who cared about him?

No one, he beat his ass off for people for nothing, nothing. They didn't care and never would. He was such a asshole to think that...think maybe, just maybe, Carol had feelings for him...he knew he had feelings for her, but she didn't him.

Daryl knew she was crying, but he knew what for. She was crying at how pitiful he was. How stupid and helpless he looks. And she's right to cry about that, it's true all of it.

He sighed, closing his eyes. Who cares, who EVER will care about him other than himself? No one. Ever. And no one EVER did.

Connor shivered. He knew what Merle had did, Martinez told him and he felt bad, he could have got them out of there before Merle did it, but he didn't. He sighed, he had to deliver lunch to the prisoners. He took the two cans of strawberries and one bottle of water and walked to the shed where they we're being held. He could hear pure silence. Nothing at ALL coming from the home like it was empty. A silence that would give you goose bumps, scare you.

He opened the door and it creaked, what did it ever do that? He slowly walked in. Laid against the wall across from his was Daryl, he was looking at his feet, just staring, deep in depressed thoughts. And on the wall to the left of the door was Carol, staring at her hands, thinking. He cleared his throat and both of them looked up, he sighed,

"I am so sorry Merle did this" Connor frowned as Carol's eyes widdened and Daryl's narrowed, "I should have tried to get here sooner"

Her voice was soft, she didn't sound right, she sounded...off, "It wasn't your fault Connor" She shook her head slowly and barely. Daryl said nothing instead he looked back down at his feet, not speaking.

Connor averted her eyes from the hunter and looked at Carol, he tried to smile but it didn't reach his eyes, "I'm still sorry it happened"

He sat their lunch down on the floor since everything had been moved from the room the night before, he gave them once last look, giving a nod to each, both had returned to thinking hard, staring into space.

"I'll try to get you guys out tonight. I'll try" And with that last breath he was gone, the night would only speak more.

Rick sighed, he backdoor now seemed more secure. They had been watching for days now, doing nothing but watching the guards take shift after shift. Anything could be happening to Carol and Daryl right now, they could be dead for all they know...hell, what are they doing just sitting here!?

Glenn yawned, "Do you think Carol and Daryl are fucking like bunnies right now? It IS mid-day" He nudged T-Dog.

"Yeah, and YOUR the only one who would be yawning at mid-day" He groaned, glaring daggers at the Korean.

Glenn narrowed his eyes, "hey dumbass, I wasn't the one snoring last night, keeping EVERYONE up and almost making them damn guards catch us. That was you dumb nut"

T-Dog growled, "fuck you Glenn!"

Maggie rolled her eyes, "Glenn, you kept moving and shifting last night too, you almost got us caught with your moving"

Glenn looked at his feet, "it wasn't sound though"

"So, still attraction!" Maggie retorted, anger bubbling up but Rick thankfully stepped in,

"Shut it assholes. We've done nothing but sit here, argue and almost get caught a few times, we fucking suck!" Rick declared with a snort

"Damn right!" T-Dog added, making Glenn slap his hand against his forehead and Maggie sigh hard. Rick just looked away grumbling. T-Dog was confused, "what?"

"Shut up dumbass!" Glenn, Rick and Maggie whisper screamed at T-Dog in unison. This was the worse fucking rescue team in the history of rescue teams...if there was one.

A/N:: Sorry for shortness, i've been having a hard time. Be sure to check out my other story, 'Got a Problem?', I just posted Chapter 3 and am VERY VERY proud of how it worked out. :)

Next chapter will have the fight between Daryl and Carol that you've been waiting for and has been brewing since the tragic scene and Merle...and it WON'T be pretty, so be ready! ;D

Anyways, don't review unless you know what your going to say is something good, thank you,

-Paws