Phillip blinked as he stumbled forward. The weight of the chainsaw in his hands suddenly becoming too much. He looked down at his stomach as he was bleeding out. What had happened? Who had shot him?

He looked up lazily as his eyes saw the smoke from a shotgun. Daryl stood behind the smoke with a deadly look in his eyes. Daryl! How had he not seen the Redneck?! He had been so focused on killing the two people in front of him that his eyes hadn't seen what was going on in his peripherals. As he had been cutting down the man in front of him and zoning in on the little rabbit shaking to the right of him, he hadn't noticed that Daryl has rolled out of his view and had taken up the shotgun his brother had dropped just out of his immediate view. The Governor feel to his knees as he gave the unconscious Carol one last look before collapsing on the floor due to blood loss.

Daryl panted as he put down the shot gun. He immediately ran to Merle and saw his brother was in rough shape. He like the Governor was on the floor in a puddle of his own blood.

"Merle! Merle answer me" Daryl screamed. Wanting to make sure his brother was still coherent.

"Shut your yelling Darlenna." Merle muttered weakly.

Daryl let out a dry laugh. Even as his brother was bleeding out in front of him he was still an asshole.

"Hang in there Merle" Daryl said as he grabbed a phone from his back pocket and called 911.

"Officer Grimes here what's your emergency" The voice on the other line said.

"Officer Grimes, it's Daryl Dixon, there's been a shooting at a cabin out in the woods. The cross streets are Sheryl and Blackberry hurry and bring an ambulance." Daryl shouted as he hung up the phone. Just then his eyes had landed on Carol. He slowly got up and walked towards her. She was on the ground facing away from him not moving. His hands began to shake as he extended them outwards to touch her. He gently placed a hand on her shoulder and was immediately relieved to feel her breathing. In all the excitement, and due to her injuries, she had passed out. Daryl let out a breath he didn't know he was holding as he waited for the police and ambulance to show up.

…

When the police showed up is was a circus. Cops, EMT's, blood, and bullets everywhere. Carol and Merle were quickly loaded up in an ambulance and taken to Grady's Memorial Hospital.

Daryl meanwhile was patched up and then escorted by officers to the station for questioning. To say he was pissed was an understatement. All he wanted to do was be with Merle and Carol, however the police did need an explanation for all the bodies. Daryl gritted his teeth as he replayed the events that happened for the police, showing his phone with the phone call as evidence.

After 48 hours of questioning, He and Merle had been acquitted of any wrong doing, and he was finally allowed to go to the hospital.

He rushed in and talked to the receptionist only to lean Merle was still in surgery, Daryl grabbed his hair in frustration. Despite the fact that Merle was rude, crude and arrogant as well as the possibly the cockiest son of a bitch alive. He was still his brother. Daryl than asked about Carol and was relieved to hear she was resting and out of surgery.

Daryl slowly entered her room and took a seat next to her bed. His eyes started closing as he slowly drifted to sleep.

He woke up as he was greeted with the sight of a sleeping Carol. He didn't know how long he had been sleeping but it felt like days. He stretched in his chair as he glanced back at Carol. God she looked so peaceful and angelic. Even with all the bandages, and stitches. She still looked like the most beautiful woman in the world to him. His hands started trembling as his feelings for this woman started to bubble to the surface. His hands gently reached out and touched hers. He was surprised when he felt a stir in the sleeping woman, and even more so when she opened her big beautiful blue eyes and stared back at him.

" M sorry, ya were sleeping didn't mean to wake ya" Daryl said with a raspy voice suddenly ashamed for being so weak. Carol mustered a small smile. As she grabbed his hand next to her a little tighter.

"How' s Merle?" she asked.

"Still In surgery" he said worry clearly lacing his gruff voice.

"How are you?" Carol asked softly. Daryl eyes went wide a little surprised to hear her ask that. Here she was recovering from life threatening injuries and still worried about him. God she really was something special. Over whelmed suddenly by all the events, almost losing Merle, almost losing Carol, killing the Governor. Daryl leaned his head into her shoulder, and for the first time ever in front of another person he started to cry.

Carol softly grabbed his hand and used her other one to softly pat his hair and she whispered softly to him. She knew Daryl was a strong kind hearted man, and even though the Governor was a son of a bitch, killing someone wasn't easy on him. She knew he needed to vent, she knew he needed to feel. He sat by her side for a long time as he cried before the two drifted off to sleep once again.

Author's Note : Please read and review. What do you think? Did Merle make it out?