This started out as a role play between myself (gunslingerdixon) and my Carol rp partner untapdtreasure (nolongeraxburden), and it was mutually decided upon to share with the rest of FF as a fanfiction. So here it is! Enjoy!

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Daryl:

Daryl listened to her talk as he moved toward the sink basin that was littered with the faux glass shards, leaning his back against the cool of the rim basin. Sighing heavily, he could feel the weariness settle in his bones and the tired from lack of sleep the past few days begin to bare down on him. He held out his hand so she could mend it as she saw fit neither caring what she did to remedy the spread of infection if there was one. It still didn't matter much to him if it was tended to or not. Wound would heal over time. He'd dealt with far worse at the hands of his Daddy. Scars along his chest and back were proof of that as he could do nothing to really care for them as a youngster. He reckoned they were more like battle scars.

He had to stifle the scoff that he wanted to let fall from his lips. He didn't want to count his lucky stars and say he was immune to just about everything. He rarely ever fell ill having never had a flu shot neither. While all his coworkers got sick and threw their shifts his way, Daryl found it all highly amusing. In fear of jinxing himself, Daryl didn't say anything about his resistive immune system due to the lack of medical supplies and hospitals in this new world. Anything went. He never thought he'd see dead people walking around and here they were banging down their door. He could now fall prey to this new virus that was going around the prison.

When she took his hand in hers, Daryl turned his head slightly to try and gauge what she was going to do despite the dark that engulfed most of the innards of the bathroom. Only a few flickers of light seemed to trickle in through the vent at the arch of the rooftop. Her hand was warm, soft even, in his own rough one as she held it over the sink. He grunted in approval at the acknowledgment of the astringent likely stinging. "Don't matter none. Ain't like I've ne'er had worse." He drawled scratching at the scruff of his throat waiting on her to pour the disinfectant over the serrated skin.

"On yer move." He replied returning his arm to fold across his chest, hand tucked just below his armpit. Daryl's hawk-like gaze narrowed into a squint as he tried to get a focus on the bottle he presumed was in hand and his wounded hand.

Carol:

Carol tipped the almost full bottle to the side. The strong smell of wintergreen hit her nose, and she had to hold back a sigh of absolute disgust. The smell brought back so many memories of her past life, and she wasn't ready to go there. If they'd had water, she'd have just used that. She heard it splashing against his hand and then the remainder trickled down the sink into the empty pipes below with lonely echoes. She heard the slight hiss of his breath and felt the slight tug of his hand. She curled her fingers slightly about his wrist to keep him in place.

Her eyes shown then. A shy smile graced her lips, and she teased softly, "Now don't be a baby. You're tough as nail, remember?" She gave a soft chuckle, keeping her voice low because the clawing and snarling had seemed to lesson in the past few minutes as they had remained quiet. She made sure to get every last knuckle before sitting the bottle aside and reaching for the antibiotic ointment.

She was a master of doing things one handed so she unscrewed the lid and placed it on the sink rim as she very gently squeezed the tub allowing a copious amount to find the cuts and scrapes on his knuckles. Only two of them were busted open wide. The others were still cut up, but the damage seemed to be minimal. Setting the tub aside when she finished, she reached for the strip of cloth and slipped it under his hand and made the best work at making it into a bandage that she could and tied it on the top so he'd still have full use of his hand.

"How's that?" She had his hand in both of hers now, inspecting her handy work with her eyes and with her fingers. "Not too tight, right?" Carol turned his hand over, gently inspecting the underneath of the bandage and moved her fingers from his palm to slowly up his wrist, checking for swelling. She found everything else in working order.

She leaned forward, lifting his hand slightly and pressed her lips softly to his pulse point and whispered, "All better."

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*Note: This is also not 100% written by myself. I owe a lot of credit to my wonderful partner as she is Carol and does a phenomenal job. Send her some love too at untapdtreasure here at FF!