All they had available for lunch that day was a few cans of baked beans. Someone will have to go on another run. Rick came up to Daryl to discuss the details. "I think you and Carol should go." Daryl almost choked on his beans. "Uh, I don't know," he said, coughing.
"It's yours and hers turn. You guys are close so it shouldn't be an issue…right?"
Daryl looked at Carol who was already getting ready. "We're not that close," he denied.
"Don't be stupid. Just go."
"All set?" Carol asked, walking up to the two men. Rick smiled at her and said, "Looks like it."
Daryl grunted in response. He was nervous about the trip. He walked with Carol towards his motorcycle. He got on followed by a graceful jump done by Carol. It was almost as if she's done this before, he thought.
The engine started and they headed out through the gates. Daryl's face started to turn a little red when he felt her arms go around his waist. Speeding down the road they reached their destination. An abandoned store they had cleared a while ago. The sign was falling off the wall and nature had claimed it as its own, as grass and trees enveloped the windows. But inside there was still enough food left for a couple more weeks. "Let's go," Carol said, climbing off the motorcycle. He followed her inside towards the emptying shelves. Cans of food were scattered all around them. Some were smashed in but others were still salvageable. They stuffed the good ones in a plastic bag. Suddenly, one of the shelves fell over. A walker stumbled towards them.
"Urrghhh…" it groaned.
Daryl grabbed his crossbow but before he could shoot, the walker was 'perma-dead', meaning permanently dead. It was just a term he had come up with, and was amused by it. Carol had shot it in the head. He didn't know she had a gun on her. "Nice shot," he told her.
"Did it come through the backdoor?" Carol asked. She walked down the aisle and checked if the door was secure. It was actually propped open. That's weird, she thought. Daryl was waiting for her outside. "Wait," she told him.
"Why?"
"I want to talk to you about something…what was with you earlier?"
"Huh?"
"You were screaming my name, Daryl."
"Ain't true," he kicked at the dirt. One day I'll make her scream my name, he thought.
"Okay, fine. If you're going to be that way…" she sighed. "I know what I saw."
The ride back was awkward. Daryl almost felt bad for not explaining his dream to her but his biggest fear of all, the one that stopped him from acting on anything, made him do it. It was the fear that she didn't feel the same about him. It was just as bad as losing her forever.