Evening all, hope you are all well. I have wrote another story based on the 100, shipping Bellarke if any of you here watch that show and love that ship, i will still be writing this story i wont stop until it is finished. This chapter has trigger warnings has it has mentions of rape, domestic abuse and child abuse, chapter can be skip if you want. Thank to all that are still here reading this it really means alot that your still reading even if updates have been late a few times, so thank you for sticking with me.

Chapter 36

January 25TH

Daryl wasn't sure how long they stayed like that for, the balls of his feet and knees hurt from kneeling down to long and his top was damp from the tears that fall from Carol's eyes. But he wasn't about to move anytime soon, he knew that Carol needed this, she needed comfort and to feel safe, he was happy to give that to her. His heart was breaking for her, while his mind was playing catch up to the fact they had lead very similar lives, both had suffered abused from the hands of someone who had claimed to love them.

While Daryl held her tight, gently stroking her back in smooth calmly strokes. Carol cried, she cried for everything she lost, she cried for what never was. She even cried tears of relief and thankfulness, thankful for the strength Daryl was providing her, and for the first time in a long time Carol could feel this warm feeling spreading though her body, it was warming her and her heart, hope she was believing in hope again. Her tears quieten down until there was no more tears, there was only hope left. She pulled back just enough to be able to look into his bright blue-grey eyes. Blue eyes stared into blue eyes, there was no words that she could find, that could comprehend what she was feeling, thanks to this wonderful guy who had made her feel alive again. Carol brought her hand up to his hair, gently tugging, bringing his face closer to hers as she gently pressed her lips to his, this kiss was nothing like the others, this kiss was soft, lingering and full of promises.

Daryl was the first one to break their kiss, he pulled back just enough so he could look at her, really look at her, he needed to know how she doing. He stared into her bright blue eyes, framed by long lashes, he could see, fear, relief and hope. The different emotions playing one after another until finally setting on hope.

"Ya ok?" Daryl asked, smoothly, his voice barley a whisper. His eyes still on hers.

"I'm fine, really Daryl it's such a great relief to be able to talk about it all, it feels like this really dark grey cloud has lifted, finally releasing bright warm light with hope. If that makes any sense?"

"Makes sense to me, I'm so glad ya could trust me enough to tell me."

"I really through it was going to be so hard to talk about it, but you helped by making me feel comforted and the more I talked the easier it became."

Daryl brushed ten shades of red, he checks felt as if they were on fire. He wasn't use to compliments or making anyone feel comforted, it was a new feel that he realized he actually liked, he like the fact he could make her feel comforted, relaxed as she was important to him.

"Would you like another coffee?" Carol asked.

"Sure." Daryl replied as he got up and walked back to his seat, glad that he wasn't kneeling down on the floor any more.

Carol handed Daryl a cup of fresh coffee, before taking her seat.

Fear suddenly swept through his body, making beads of sweat appear on his forehead. It was one thing to listen to her story, but was a totally different thing telling her his, he didn't like to talk about it and it wasn't just he didn't like to talk about, but was want it had done to him, left him like, that he was dreading the most, but Carol had told him everything about her no matter how hard it was, so it was only fair that he told her about his, but still he didn't know, couldn't find the right words or any words for that matter.

Carol could see how hard this was going to be for him and she wanted to help him like he helped her, so she asked him the same question he asked to help her get started.

"Tell me about your childhood, about your family."

Daryl looked at her, he knew it was what he asked her and he knew that she was trying to help by asking him the same question and he knew there was no way that she could know it wasn't helping, she didn't know that his childhood was the problem. He knew there was no easy way round this, so he decided to start by telling her about the time he got lost in the woods, granted it was only a year before he lost his mum and was at a time when things were already bad. Daryl told her about how he went hunting one day with his new cross bow that Merle had brought him for his birthday, he told her how he walked further into the woods than he had before losing track of all time and direction. He told how he had been lost foe nine days, having to sleep in the trees, eat berries and wipe his arse with poison oak which left his arse itching. He expected Carol to laugh or smile but no she just looked paled, shocked like she couldn't quiet comprise what he was saying.

"You were alone in the woods for nine days, didn't anyone come looking for you? Your mum, dad. Merle?" Carol asked.

This was it he through, there was no going back now, so he told everything, he told her that Merle was away in jail at the time, his mum was in hospital stuffing from broken rids and his dad Will was at home or at the pub doing what he did best getting pissed. Daryl didn't stop there though he told her how Will just got pissed all the time before coming and beating himself, Merle and their mum before passing out. He told how it would happened every day, Will could beat his son's and their mum with his belt, fist or what every he could find at the time, he told how hopeless he felt, how much he wished he could of stop Will, could of protected his mum. Daryl even told Carol about the night his mum died. How Will came home drunk as usual, how he preceded to whip him with his belt before mum step in stopping him. He told how he was forced to watch Will beat, whip his mum until she was lying on floor unable to move. He told how he was forced to watch Will rape his mum, forcefully and brutally, unable to do anything to stop it, to help her from where he was lying on the floor a few feet away unable to move from the pain radiating though his body. He told Carol that the last thing he remember before passing out was watching the life drain from his mum's body, the light leaving her eyes cold and dead, the sound of her gasping for breath as the blood pulled out of her throat, from the open cut Will left after he slit her throat. Daryl told Carol about waking up in the hospital a few days later, his granddad Max and Merle were there, Will was in jail. Daryl told that every since that day Max had took them in, cared for them and that they even changed their last name to Dixon after their mum.

By the time Daryl had finished he was a mess, his whole body was shaking, the trembles in his hands were so bad he couldn't even hold his cup of coffee, tears were falling from his eyes, making his vision blurry, the image of his mum's broken body refusing to leave his mind.

Carol sat and listened to everything, her heart breaking, rage sweeping though her body at the through of a man who was meant to love and protect his son's not destroy them. If she ever lead eyes on him she would not be responded for her actions. She got up from her seat, walked over to Daryl she was worried about him, she knelt down in front of him and pulled him close, wrapping her arms around his neck, letting his head rest on her chest as she whispered in his ears, she told that it wasn't his fault, there was nothing he could of done he was just a little boy.

Daryl wrapped his arms around her waist, thankful for her being here, listening to him, as the tears kept coming, refusing to stop as he cried, really cried for the first time ever, over losing his mum, over the pain he lived though and the nightmares that followed him ever since that fateful night and stayed with him.