The walk was silent, with a few astounded looks exchanged between Rick and Daryl. The walk was long and awkward. They walked to where they had hidden the car, but it was gone. Carol flipped around and faced Rick and Daryl. She crossed her arms and sighed, the stress on her face was undeniable. She ran her hands through her head, while the three of them all displayed stressed out looks. Walkers came out of nowhere, Carol pulled out her knife, Daryl, his Cross bow and Rick a baseball bat. With a few grunts and blunt hits, the walkers went down; it had seemed more and more lately that the walkers had become a minimal threat. They all wiped sweat off their faces, and went back to awkwardly staring at each other. Rick starting looking around for anything that may be of use to them. "We have no options, we walk from here." Daryl nodded, then turned to Carol, who seemed displeased. "Do you have a better idea Carol?" Rick asked impatiently. She shook her head no. "Okay then we stay close and move fast." They grouped together and walked back to the prison.
As they got to the gates, they received many curious stares. Maggie ran up to Rick, and hugged him. Carl ran straight into Carol's arms, making sure she knew how scared he was. Daryl stood there awkwardly, until Glenn hugged him. "Man we sure missed you guys." Daryl laughed off the hug, but he really did appreciate it. Morgan walked out and had a half witted smile.
"I wasn't worried, Okay I was… How did you get out of there?" Morgan questioned, Rick smiled.
"I thought we were dead for sure, ask Carol, I have no idea what happened." Rick said amazed. Everyone looked at Carol and finally took into account the blood on her. She didn't react to everyone looking at her; she kept a small poker face and walked away from the group saying.
"In time, in time it will all make sense." She walked into the prison. Rick and Daryl were left standing with stares, and glances. Tyreese bolted towards Rick, and Carl weasled his way to follow Carl.
"Rick we gotta talk about that kid." Tyreese commanded. Rick made a concerned face. "He threatened my sister." Rick stroked his chin.
"Did he have a reason? Carl's got a pretty good tolerance level." Tyreese shrugged.
"I am not saying he didn't have a reason, all I know is Sasha came crying to me, about him pulling a gun on her." Ricks eyes popped and he followed Carl in the prison, leaving Daryl to stand there and answer questions he didn't know the answer too.
Rick chased in after Carl, who was sitting with Carol, in his cell holding Judith. Rick crossed his arms, standing at the cell door. "Carl.." Carl looked at the floor, feeling guilty. "why? What happened?" Carl kicked his foot at the ground and then Carol nudged him.
"Dad, she said if she had to, she would EAT Judith, without hesitation." Rick became noticeably angry.
"Come with me Carl. Carol can you hold her in here for a bit? I have a feeling we will be out there a while." Carol nodded and held Judith closer to her body. Rick stormed out with Carl. Carol could hear all the yelling, she couldn't make out the words, but they weren't friendly. After a while Daryl walked into the room where Carol was. He gave her a nod and he sat down across from her. He put his crossbow in front of him.
"Can I hold er'?" He asks. Carol smiles and hands Judith over to him. He rocks the baby back and forth. "Shh little girl. Our lil' asskicker." Carol admired how good he was with her, I mean who wouldn't? Daryl peeked up at Carol and they smiled at each other. "what happened, how did ya'…?" Carol smirked. "What?"
"Morales." Daryl arched his eyebrows. "He's a member of Woodbury, A new one" Daryl gave her a go on look. "When he saw that Governor had me… Well lets say there is a lot of guys who wanted him dead, but some who don't, They couldn't kill him themselves, But if I did it, they'd have no choice but to move on."
"Then how would we 'ave found out in time?" Daryl basically demanded.
"He wants to bring his son to visit Carl." She said.
"What about his daughter?" He said still rocking Judith.
"Her and his wife didn't make it." She said coldly.
"How did you kill him? He's a pretty big guy." Carol looked at the floor.
"I don't want to talk about that…. Put Judith to bed when they are done yelling… And perhaps it would be better if you slept in a different cell tonight." Beofre he could reply, she was up and walking back to her cell, leaving Daryl pissed off and confused.
(-)
"I think we left off with you coming on to me." She smirked. He made a confused face.
"What are you playing at?" He questioned.
"No games, I find you… Intoxicating." He smiled like he was intrigued.
"And Daryl?"
"He's not even here is he? He's not coming.. Were done." She assured. "And I am sure you've been lonely since Andrea has been gone… And I am sure lonely too." Then He decided to humor her. He leaned down and kissed her, she kissed him back without hesitation.
"How does one forgive getting beaten?" He asked. Carol bit her lip.
"Some enjoy it rough." He gave her an unconvinced look.
"You don't look like the type."
"You should know looks always deceive." He nodded. He pushed her from the chair to the ground, she was still tied up. She relaxed her body as she hit the ground and they continued to kiss. He flipped her over on her knees and started yanking at her pants. She didn't resist and she allowed him to enter her. She bit her lip and clenched her fists. He flipped her over and she yelped, He realized it was because of her hands being tied up, he pulled out his knife and cut her free, and tossed the knife aside.
"Ooh, Carol, I didn't you were..."
"Shh..." He continued and she slyly grabbed the knife. She grabbed on to his neck, and squeezed, which he thought was meant to be sexual. She grabbed on a good grip and swiftly slashed his throat, all his blood sprayed on her face. She kicked him off of her, and pulled up her pants. Morales came in, and shot the Governor in his head.
"You okay?" he asked.
"Just open those gates… I want to leave." He nodded; she walked out forgetting all the blood on her.
She remembered this, while seeing all the blood go down the drain, weeping, at her choice.
