A/N: OMG guys I'm ready to kill the app I wrote this on, I just finished editing it, and I highlighted it all and rather than hitting copy, I hit paste -_- and it deleted all of it :( grr

So anyways I lied I wasn't going to edit this but I did cause I can ;) this whole chapter is in Carol's POV :)

Disclaimer: I'm sure you all know the drill. Don't own Walking dead... Damn :P

Carol stormed into the main cell block, absolutely fuming. She was almost certain that her face was red and knew that her fists were balled up but she wasn't going to stop, Rick deserved this.

"Rick! Come here right now!"

Everyone in the cell block turned and gawked at Carol and the harsh tone her voice held, no one knowing what to do or how to react but stare at her. Rick rounded the corner, slightly out of breath, having obviously ran to the sound of her voice. Good. She thought to herself. I hope it burns in your chest from the lack of oxygen.

"What's wrong Carol? I heard you call"

Rick sounded concerned but Carol blocked out that thought, completely unwilling to change her plans now. With that in mind Carol took a step forward and in one swift movement she punched Rick. She struck the man along the jaw with all the strength she could manage. It must have been a lot though because he was suddenly stumbling backwards, crashing into a table before falling on his ass. There was an audible gasp from the rest of the prison group and the tension was high, no one moving. Rick just stared wide eyed at her, completely taken aback by the sudden assault.

"How could you!"

Carol seethed at him

"How could you believe Tyreese over Daryl? After everything he's done! I mean Jesus Rick! Seriously?"

Carol proceeded to glare at the man, impatiently waiting for a response. She heard the gentle sound of Hershels crutches coming up behind her, but she didn't once look away from Rick.

"Carol, how did you expect me to react. All I saw was Tyreese screaming with a shard of metal rammed into his hand. My instant reaction was to accuse Dar.."

Rick never got to finish his sentence because Carol cut him off. Her voice sounded fierce and dominant compared to Ricks timid one at the moment.

"Oh yes! Of course it was. I know, let's all blame the redneck! The same redneck who has kept us all fed and safe for over a year!"

She was even angrier now, feeling as if she was on the verge of a violent break down. One that would hurt Rick a lot more than her. She had to have an inner battle with herself to stop from kicking him in the stomach, which very nearly happened. She felt her foot twitch and obviously Rick did too because he noticeably tensed.

"Carol just calm down"

The sound of Hershels soft, pleading voice made her calm slightly. But not much. She was still fighting with her body to not sink her boot in his stomach.

"It's ridiculous Hershel"

Carol replied, her voice wavering slightly with emotion. Carol turned to face the old and wise man, when she saw him she was suddenly wiped with an uncontrollable sadness when her eyes landed on him.

"Daryl has done so much for us yet we still revert back to what life was like only a year ago."

Her voice no longer sounded dominant, but scared and weak. She felt tears sting her eyes but she tried to hold them in. Hershel came towards her and placed an arm across her shoulders in a comforting manner. That's the moment that she broke, the moment she couldn't hold it in anymore. With that she broke down and cried. She cried for everything. For losing her baby girl. For Andrea and Lori. Even for the loss of Merle. But most of all, she cried for Daryl. For everything he had to deal with before the world went to shit and even now.

Carol had no idea how long she just cried but she knew it was a long time. At some point she fell to the floor and rested up against the wall. Hershel helped her down, not wanting her to get hurt but she just waved him away. Not once did she stop crying. No one tried to come near her after that, knowing it was safer to leave her be.

When she finally stopped crying she heard someone sit down beside her and pull her into a hug. She didn't know who it was but she just needed that hug. When she pulled away she saw that it was Daryl who had hugged her. She cried again, not for as long though, just a short weep. She felt Daryl lift her head up and wipe away her tears with his thumb. She smiled at him sweetly, a small smile, but a smile all the same.

"What was that all about? Hm?"

Daryl didn't sound angry, just concerned and for some reason she heard an odd giggle slip past her lips.

"Think I just needed a good old fashioned break down"

Now it was Daryl's turn to smile and make an odd laughing noise. She noticed that no one else from the prison was around. Especially Rick. He was going to have to make himself scarce around her. She was still mad at him and not ready to apologise to him just yet. She also had a feeling she would end up punching him again if he came within 10 feet of her. Best he kept his distance.

"Nah c'mon, seriously what happened?"

Carol told him quickly what happened. Daryl didn't once interrupt her, but when she mentioned punching Rick he looked down at her.

"Ya really have learnt too much from me"

He smiled wickedly at her, clearly not minding that she had punched the man. In fact she thought she saw a hint of pride in his eyes, which made her smile.

"He deserved it"

That was Carols matter of fact answer and he didn't argue with her, just chuckled lightly in agreement. She finished telling him the story and what she had said to Rick. It was at the moment she mentioned how she had defended him against Rick that he tensed slightly.

"What did I do?"

Carol thought she had said something wrong when she defended him and it worried her. She didn't want to lose him. She couldn't lose him. After a few moments she felt Daryl relax again before replying.

"Ya didn' do nothin wrong, it's just... I uh... I ain' never had no one defend me like ya did."

Daryl rushed the last part of his reply and Carol felt like crying again. He really had been broken and unloved all those years and it pained her at that thought. She tenderly wrapped her arms around his waist and placed a gentle kiss on his cheek. Daryl blushed slightly and she just giggled like a high school girl who just said 'hi' to her biggest crush.

"Well you better get used to it."

She smiled up at him and he pulled her closer to him.

"I think I can do that"

With that he placed a kiss on the top of her head before helping her up and walking back to the rest of the group, hand in hand.