Yay another chapter! Happy Walking Dead Day :D (I call every Sunday that) another episode in like two hours or so and i am so pumped! apparently it is supposed to be very good and MELISSA IS ON TALKING DEAD TONIGHT!

I am so happy :) I hope you enjoy this chapter! I have no idea how this chapter turned out... I mean I like it but then I could have done it differently but I don't know the other way I could have written it. Confusing. anyways what done is done and it's staying like this ENJOY :)

-Carol-

Carol grabbed her back pack and cautiously approached the small cabin. It was a log cabin most likely decaying and eroding like most of the other buildings left in the world. The lawn surrounding it looked over grown and un kept but that was nothing new. Daryl put up his hand stopping Carol in her tracks. Carol spotted the hidden drive way sign as they were driving down the country side roads. There were no houses or buildings for miles and it was getting darker every second they needed somewhere to crash for the night or they would have to sleep in the truck which would be very uncomfortable considering it only has one row of seats.

After finding the hidden driveway Daryl decided to follow it and see where it leads them because they were both exhausted plus it was getting dark. The tiny old wooden cabin came into view and they looked at each other with relief, after hours of searching they would finally be able to settle down for the night.

Carol looked at Daryl; he motioned for her to stop just a couple meters away from the cabin.

"Something wrong?" She whispered, slowly making her way over to him.

"Naw" He said, "can't be too careful though. We haven't run inta a lot a walkers so there's no telling what's in here."

Carol nodded and they continued to walk closer to the cabin. They stopped outside the door and Daryl slowly tried to open it. He hesitated when the door opened easily. Carol watched as he tensed up, something was wrong she could just feel it. Daryl looked over to Carol and she shrugged.

Daryl banged on the door three times then waited for a response but nothing happened. He nodded to Carol and they stepped inside the tiny cabin. The Cabin was smaller than it looked with two rooms. The door to one room was closed. Daryl went back out to the truck to grab his back pack and told Carol to open up the cupboards and start looking for useful items but her mind kept wandering over to the closed door. Daryl had told her to kept it closed just in case and they would open it up later after getting stuff from the truck, but Carol kept wondering what was behind the door. Was it nothing?

Carol ended up finding a map, two cans of beans, and some plastic utensils. As she was sorting through the cupboards she looked over and saw Daryl had found a pack of cigarettes and was just outside the door taking a break. Carol took that opportunity to go up to the closed door and try the door handle. Again it wasn't locked just like the cabin wasn't locked. She paused a moment looking back to Daryl who was still smoking outside and she stepped inside the room.

The room was dim and there was a horrible smell that made her want to puke. She slowly moved over to the curtains and gasped after light filled the room. She started shaking. This room must have been the bedroom considering the bed that took up most of the room. On the bed lie two dead decaying corpses, a woman and man. Their hands were joined and they had bullets in both of their heads with the man holding the gun. Carol felt disgusted as she stepped out of the room just in time for Daryl to push his way in.

-Daryl-

Daryl looked back at Carol and watched her safely unpack the cupboards and pile up anything they could maybe use in one neat pile. He took a drag from his cigarette thankful that someone from the prison left the pack in the truck. He put the bud in the dirt and stepped on it before turning to go back into the cabin. He felt panicked when he didn't see Carol and the pile of supplies left in a pile on the floor all alone. He got mad when he saw the door to the small room open knowing she went in there. He walked up to the door and opened it all the way only to make contact with a fleeing Carol. He gripped her arms steadying her, she looked shaken up and terrified.

"Whats wrong? Somethin happen?" Daryl said putting her behind him so he could step into the small room. She tried to follow him but he gently pushed her back. "Don't." He said blocking her pathway to the door, "Just don't." He took a look in the room and slammed the door shut. "it ain't nothing good." Carol nodded and backed up a bit.

"What happened?" Carol said sitting down on the dusty floor of the cabin.

"I bet they opted out. He killed her then shot himself…" He said in a quiet tone. Daryl moved over towards her and sat beside her. They sat in silence for a while before Carol got up and moved back to the pile of supplies left on the floor.

"We got some cans and a map…" She said picking up the cans and placing them on the table. How long do you think we have to stay here?

"Don know…" Daryl said, "Reckon bout a couple days no longer than a week."

Carol smiled, "Well if I'm going to be stuck in a cabin with you for a couple days you better change your clothes." She gave a small chuckle, "You look awful and don't even make me explain the smell!"

"Stop" Daryl said finally taking a look at himself in an old mirror on the wall, "I do look dead don't I?"Carol nodded and laughed a little and Daryl gave a small smirk, "Jus like I did back at the farm the day Andrea-" He paused remembering that Carol had no idea what he was talking about.

Carol just looked at him for a moment almost confused, "What happened?" She said in a sincere tone, "from the way you said it sounds like a happy memory."

Daryl frowned. That was not a happy moment for anyone. Daryl shifted uncomfortably on the floor then stood up, "Ain't no good memory."

"Oh… Can I still hear it?"

"No." Was Daryl's reply. He didn't want to re live those memories. The memories that were dark, most of those people weren't even alive right now present day. They had all died terrible and painful deaths. Daryl put his head down, "Pretend I never said anythin'."

Carol nodded then returned to the cans, "This isn't much." She said.

"I packed some stuff in my backpack just in case…" Daryl said unpacking his backpack on a small table. He pulled out the extra set of clothes and out of the corner of her eyes saw Carol smirk. He shook his head and continued to unpack his bag. He took out some extra packaged food that he horded away just in case of problems like this.

"Wow you came prepared…" Carol said grabbing a blanket from a cabinet in the small cabin. "Would have thought you planned this."

Daryl looked up at her in shock but realised she was joking because she grew into a fit of laughter shortly after he looked at her.

"Sorry." She said laughing, "I couldn't keep a straight face."

Daryl smiled; he liked seeing Carol this happy. It made him feel good.

-Carol-

Carol walked over to the small fire palace and started making a fire with a lighter she got from Daryl's backpack full of stuff. After the fire was lit she moved over with her blanket and sat down close to the fire warming herself. She tensed a bit when Daryl came and sat beside her.

They were touching shoulders and Carol could feel his warmth radiating off him. It was nice and soothing. She moved closer to the fire and pulled the blanket over herself. Se didn't want to leave sitting beside Daryl but it was getting pretty cold as night approached. Her mind kept replaying the events of the day over and over again, how easy the run seemed to be then it happened, the herd, Amanda, Monica, Thinking Daryl was dead, and not being able to go back to the prison. She felt tears starting to build up but didn't let them fall. She didn't want to cry with Daryl, he would probably think she is a burden that got stuck baby sitting. She sighed wishing that she was back in the prison before chuckling at the thought of her being happy to be in prison.

"Whatcha laughing bout?" Daryl said turning his attention to her.

"I never thought I'd be so happy to be in prison" Carol said smiling, "I miss it already."

"Well, we will see it in a couple days." Daryl said with a small hint of a smile.

"How did we find the prison?" She asked looking into the fire. Carol knew a little bit about the prison but she didn't know a whole lot and still had tons of burning questions she wanted answers for.

"Long story." Said Daryl, Carol turned to him and gave him a weird look, "What?"

"It's a long story and we are going to be here for a couple days… is that long enough?" She joked.

"I guess we'll see." Daryl said, "We were on tha run for most of the winter, about seven or eight months. Rick and I found it huntin' one day…"

"Wow that was way shorter than I thought." Carol said resting her head on a make shift pillow, "Come on tell me the details!" She playfully punched his arm, "I'm glad we have the prison… it's really starting to feel like home."

-Daryl-

Daryl nodded and she turned her attention back to the burning flames. This was the most he had seen Carol smile and joke around in a long time. He could tell she was still hurting from the horrific events of the day but she has holding her head up thinking of the prison, of home. She was putting on a brave face and Daryl thought about how much stronger she was getting everyday and how she was staying strong even though life as she knew it was crumbling away.

A silence fell between them and he watched as she stared at the flames obviously she had something on her mind but he wasn't going to ask. He watched as she got up and paced around a bit before turning to him.

"What was Merle like?" She finally said after what looked like arguing against saying it at all.

"Merle?" Daryl questioned standing up. He was confused, why was she bringing up Merle? How did she even remember him?

"Ya. Your brother. Rick told me that he risked his life trying to kill the Governor…"

"Rick told ya bout the Governor?" son of a bitch, He thought, why was Rick going around telling Carol all this shit she didn't need to remember? All that shit with the Governor was a nightmare for everyone so why was he trying to remind her of all the hardships they had. Why did she want to relive all those memories?

She nodded, "Ya I asked him about it… Michonne left to go hunt for him but no one was going to tell me what she was doing so I asked Rick."

"What does my brother have to do with this?" He asked his voice getting irritated.

-Carol-

Carol looked uncertain for a moment before standing up straight, "Rick told me what the Governor did to him… Was Merle with us since the start?"

Daryl didn't answer her instead he walked past her and back over to the fire leaning against the wall.

"Daryl?" She asked walking closer, "I Heard what he did, well tried to do. I heard that he died trying to save us... well protect you."

Daryl tensed up and put his knuckles in a fist making Carol nervous but she reminded herself it was only Daryl and he made it very clear to her he wasn't like Ed. He turned to her.

"Ya don't know shit about my brother!" He yelled, "He was an asshole that caused all this shit with the Governor! If he wasn't such an ass on that roof top maybe he still would have been alive!" Daryl paced around he looked really pissed off. "You don't know shit about him or about anyone. You don't know about all the lives we lost or how we lost em. All the memories we have now are not good they are bout death, walkers, and tryin ta survive. There are no more good memories. So whatever memories ya think ya might remember that are good well ya are wrong! Don't even bother tryin."

She remembered what Glenn had told her on the watch tower that he can't handle his emotions and that's why he yelled at her that day. He was hurting, "I'm sorry. Please forget I said anything…" Carol said quietly not meeting his fiery gaze.

Daryl gave her a look and paced up to her, "All you ever do is apologize. You say ya sorry for shit that wasn't even your fault!"

Carol pushed back another apology that she was about to say. She was getting just as pissed off as he was. She looked at him, "Daryl. I want to know. I want to know about the people we've lost and how they were lost. I want my life back! I don't want to always be wondering what happened or trying to remember people that we were surviving with the past two years!" She backed away from Daryl, "I want to remember! I want to know! I wonder about all of this every day. I wonder about who I was or what I did… I have so many unanswered questions!"

"You want answers?" Daryl asked getting closer, "I'll give you fuckin answers! What do you want to know? That you couldn't keep an eye on your own daughter? That when she ran into the woods nobody ran for her except Rick? That I spent days lookin for her only to find her FUCKIN' dead in that son of a bitch barn!" Daryl was breaking she could hear it in his voice, but he kept going, "I got an arrow to tha side and fuckin' shot in tha head because I was lookin for yer daughter! I was the only one ta look for her after a while everyone wanted to stop lookin, even you!" he pointed his finger at Carol, "You didn't even attend her Fuckin' funeral. She was your daughter!"

Carol looked at Daryl. Was he telling the truth? He looked for her daughter when everyone else wanted to give up? Did she want to give up? Did she really give up on her daughter and not even attend her funeral? Carol processed all the information Daryl just threw at her, her emotions were all over the place at his words.

More tears building up but she finally decided to let them fall not caring if he thought she was burden or that he was just babysitting her. Suddenly the memory hit her like a brick wall making her make eye contact with Daryl and she could tell he saw it too. Carol looked at him and he looked down at the ground.

"I know. Sophia wasn't yours and all I had to do was keep an eye on her." She moved away from Daryl but he reached out and grabbed her hand, "I shouldn't be so nosy… I got it."

-Daryl-

"Hey…" Daryl said but she pulled out of his grasp. He watched her make her way back over to the fire and grab her blankets moving them far away from his. He just fucked things up even more than they already were. He sincerely felt bad. He shouldn't have yelled at her like that but he couldn't help it something in him snapped and because of his almost breakdown it caused Carol to remember the way he yelled at her on the farm. He didn't mean any of what he said and he wished it never happened.

He walked over to Carol. Her back was facing him, "Carol…"

"just don't please." She didn't once turn to face him as she spoke. Daryl backed up knowing she didn't want to talk about it anymore. The damage was already done he couldn't do anything to change or take back what he said but he desperately wished he could have.