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:
Before Daryl completely disappeared over the ledge, he glanced back to look at Carol. "Naw… ain't gon' do that. Clear out this room firs'. From there… we run." He replied with a nod of his head. He sidled down swinging his legs over and carefully finding a foothold on the top of the piping of the toilet. He breathed a sigh of relief when he stepped lightly and found an even footing on the seat.
Daryl paused a moment. He couldn't hear anything in the room with him— at least so far. The stalls seemed relatively empty from where he had been at the top of the wall, but of course he could only see from the angle he had been. No knowing what actually was just lying dormant until he made that one fateful move.
Setting his crossbow down carefully, ensuring it made no noise as he did so, Daryl withdrew his buck-knife. Holding his breath as he did, Daryl took a step down from the toilet seat. He drew his knife up keeping it relatively close to his chin as he thumbed the door open, hesitating to step out as the hinge squeaked loudly. His heart hammered in his head as Daryl moved soundlessly from out of the stall and tiptoed quietly about the small space.
Empty.
The last two stalls had yet to be checked. Daryl held his breath as he gently pushed the first open. Nothing. His eyes scanned the stall a moment noting the bottles of empty liquor at the ground and a tarnished old backpack. He'd rummage through that after he checked the final stall.
Taking a deep breath, Daryl pushed the door open harder as it swung open and took a step back preparing himself for the worst. Again nothing. He sighed heavily dropping his stance and glancing back to the lip of the wall. "'Ey! Hand me yer gear. Let's get goin'." He barked hoping she heard him from the other side.
Carol:
Carol held her breath. She laid her head on the concrete wall as she waited for sound and movement from the other side of the wall. Her heart thumped so loud in her chest, she was certain it would bang its way right on out of her ribcage. She was about to call to him, when she heard him asking for her gear.
She reached onto her back pulling the backpack free and shoving it over the wall. Once he seemed to have taken it, she herself shimmied up the wall as quick as she could which was nowhere near as easy as he had made it look. She got one leg over and paused.
"Daryl?" She whispered. She needed to know that he was on the other side ready to help steady her and guide her. She had never been good at climbing trees or sneaking out of the house. So these were skills she hadn't possessed not once in her lifetime.
"Gonna need a little help here. My legs aren't as long as yours. You ready?" She glanced over the wall, not seeing him. "Daryl, is everything okay over there?" Her heart began to race again, knowing she shouldn't panic and had to remain calm.
She didn't know if she should just keep going or wait for him. Her body was rigid and she couldn't protect herself from this position. Both gun and knife were useless at this point.
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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!