Chapter 36

A/N: I really hope you enjoyed the super fluffy chapter. ;) Enjoy this one!
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"Come on." Daryl took her hand as they walked away from the house.
"Daryl, we really shouldn't go too far from the house." Carol was a little nervous. She had no idea where Daryl was taking her. He was out hunting, came back with some squirrels, and then grabbed her and ran out the door.
"It'll be fine. 'Sides, if anythin' happens, I'll protect ya." Daryl smiled and continued walking toward the forest. He he let go of her hand and hopped the fence. "Come on, you'll be alright."
Carol looked back at the house, and then hopped the fence. Daryl took her hand, and lead her into the forest.

"We're almost there." Daryl smiled.
Carol continued to follow him. Her eyes went wide when she saw. "Wow.." She smiled. It was a beautiful pond with a small waterfall. Around it, grew bushes of Cherokee Roses. "It's beautiful." Carol was in awe.
"I know. Came across it when I went huntin' this mornin'. Had to show ya." Daryl walked over to a large rock beside the pond. "C'mon." He waved her over, and sat on the rock. It was big enough for the both of them to sit.
Carol carefully walked over to him, and sat down beside him. "Really, it's beautiful. So peaceful." Carol sighed. "It's hard to find that now, in this world."
Daryl looked down. "Well, 'least we got this place, right?"
Carol smiled and nodded. "Yes."
"Alright, hate to say it, but we should get back. Don't wanna be out here after dark y'know." Daryl stood up and took her hand.
"You're right." She smiled. "After you."

They were nearing the house when it started pouring. Carol shrieked as the rain hit her face. "Come on!" She tugged on his arm, but he stood there, looking up at the sky. "What are you waiting for Daryl? We're getting soaked!"
Daryl looked down at her. He placed his hands on her waist. "We're already soaked, so why hurry now? What's the point?" He asked, raising a brow.
Carol looked in his eyes, and a small smile formed on her face. She wrapped her arms around him. "I've always wanted to do this." She chuckled and pulled his head down until their lips touched. She kissed him softly, ignoring the rain that pelted the both of them.

Carol stabbed the walker in the head from behind. It dropped to the ground and she jumped back. She shook the blood off her blade and followed the others. They were going on a run for more medical supplies. Her, Daryl, Rick and Glenn. Rick kicked open the pharmacy door, and Daryl ran inside, his crossbow raised. He got one walker, and then Carol headed inside, her knife ready to kill the next one. She succeeded, thankfully. When they cleared the store, Rick handed everyone a small list. Carol took hers and headed down the isles, looking for the items. She found everything but one item. She continued to search, carefully looking at each shelf. She failed to notice the legless walker reaching for her leg.

Daryl waited at the door with Rick and Glenn. Carol was the last one. He figured she was just stuck on an item. So that's why he didn't go looking for her. He sighed, playing with an arrow as he leaned against the wall.
"Shouldn't she be back here by now?" Glenn asked, looking around the store.
"She probably got stuck on an item. She'll be here. She can take care of herself. I trust her." Daryl replied to Glenn's statement. Deep down, Daryl was starting to get worried. And he had every right to be.

Carol fell to the floor as the walker grabbed her leg. She didn't scream, she couldn't. Her knife slid across the floor, and was out of her reach. She tried her best to reach for it, kicking the walker to keep it from biting her. No matter how hard she tried, she just couldn't get it. She needed to think fast. She looked around her, trying to find something that would work. After scanning the shelves, she found a large bottle of pills. It was all she could use. Carol grabbed the bottle and started smashing it into the walkers skull. Finally, it went limp. She dropped the bottle and backed away as far as she could. She winced in pain. Her leg was bleeding very badly. She was scared. Had it scratched her? She didn't feel it bite her, but it could have scratched her. She lifted her pant leg, and saw a very large cut. Carol looked down at the floor. There was a trail of blood on the floor that started at the knife. The knife. She forgot all about it. She sighed in relief. She must have cut her leg on the blade. She was very thankful it wasn't a walker. She took a look at the cut more carefully. It wasn't just very large, but it was also very deep. She knew she would lose a lot of blood if it didn't get stitched right away. Unfortunately, that wasn't possible right now. The only thing to do would be to try and slow the bleeding with a bandage or something similar. She cut half of her other pant leg off, and did her best to tie it around the wound. She stood up, and tried to walk, but her leg hurt too much, and she fell to the ground, but not before hitting her head on one of the shelves. Soon, the world around her went pitch black.

Where was she? They had been waiting way too long. "God damn it. Wait here, I'm gonna go find her." Daryl growled, and headed back into the store. He searched the isles but didn't find her. He looked down one, and saw a dead, legless walker. Then, he saw a very bloody bottle of pills beside it. His heart started to race as he saw the trail of blood. Had the walker bit her? Was his fear coming true. "Carol?" Daryl looked around frantically. He ran down the isle, and looked to the side. There she was, on the floor, her pant leg very bloody. He saw her other pant leg was ripped, she must've used it to try and stop the bleeding, the same thing he did when the arrow lodged into his side. "Oh god.." He ran up to her. Her head was bleeding as well, but not nearly as bad. She couldn't be dead. No way. Not now. He didn't dare remove the temporary bandage. One, the bleeding would start over again, and two, he was too afraid. There was no way he was going to leave her here. He picked her up, and thankfully, he felt her heart beating. She was alive, but was knocked out cold. He quickly walked over to the others.
Glenn's eyes went wide. "What happened?!"
"No time. We gotta get her back, as fast as possible!" Daryl kicked open the door, and ran to the car. He placed her in the back seat, and climbed in beside her. "Please.." He whispered. "Don't die on me. You promised, it wouldn't happen."

"Get her on the bed, now!" Hershel motioned to the bed. Daryl quickly set her down, and took a step back.
"Do something!" He yelled. He was beyond scared at this point.
Hershel lifted her pant leg, and untied the bandage. He carefully examined the wound, and looked back at Daryl. "It isn't a bite." He said. Daryl was so relieved. "But" Daryl's worry returned. "She has a very deep cut. She's lost a lot of blood. And she may have a concussion." Hershel sighed. "If we don't stop the bleeding and get more blood into her, she may not survive." Daryl's heart sank. "Do you know anyone with the same blood type as her?"
"I have her blood type." Faith entered the room. She remembered having a conversation a while ago about this sort of thing. She doesn't remember why they had that conversation, but she was glad they did.
"Good, you stay here. We're going to need you later." Hershel grabbed her supplies. He cleaned the wound as best he could, and stitched it up. It took about half an hour to do it all. "Alright. Daryl, we're going to need you to step out of the room and give us some space." Daryl was about to protest, but decided against it. He walked out of the room, and sat on the floor. He leaned his back against the door.
"Please." Daryl whispered. "Please be alright. I need ya, Carol. You can't leave me." Daryl burried his face in his hands. He hoped and prayed, she'd make it through this.

A/N: Depressing my dears. R&R lovelies!
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