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:

"Hold on. Dammit." He grumbled from within one of the stalls. Daryl had ducked back into the first that he had initially checked. There had been on old weathered backpack just sitting. No chance in hell he would simply leave it without rummaging through to see if there was anything they could use.

Rude, he was. Definitely didn't fall short of that tree. Wasteful, he was not. That was something ingrained into him by his Daddy and he supposed for once in his life that he was grateful for the man for instilling that skill in him.

Of course he found nothing of real importance in the backpack. Most everything inside, he already had himself tucked away in one pocket or another. A multitool that had yet to be used. The metal grip still shiny as if it had just left the packaging but never in the hands of the owner. A flashlight. An emergency blanket and old MREs. Now that was something of interest. It may not have been the best means for food but it was definitely something worth trying to make happen.

Chucking the backpack out of the stall, Daryl swung around the door and back into the first one he could visibly see Carol nearest as she straddled the wall. Hooking his fingers into his belt loops, Daryl paused a moment to chuckle at her current situation. "Wha? Ya can't hop no lil' wall? Fine. I'll come getcha." He chided shaking his head as he hopped up onto the toilet seat, carefully placing his feet on both sides of the rim to keep from slipping in.

Reaching up, Daryl slipped a hand beneath her thigh trying to cradle her weight as best as possible when she finally decided to climb down. "C'mon, we ain't got all day. I won't let ya fall." He coaxed roughly as he waited on Carol.

Carol:

His smart ass reply wasn't lost on her, but she was just grateful that he was alive and well. "Don't you sass me, Dixon…" She delivered with no real bite to her bark. She just wanted off the damn wall, but she wasn't budging until he was there to spot her.

When he rounded the stall and entered, she glared at him. Something she rarely did with him, but he deserved it for poking fun at her. "You might want to leave me up here. Because I just might kick your ass good when I'm on my feet again and upright."

Truth be told, she loved and adored his sass. And rarely did she ever take it to heart. She knew him like she knew the back of her own hand. But there was a time and a place for everything. And now wasn't a time for playing. "Get up here and spot me. Don't need me injuring myself and putting our asses on the line even more, do we?"

She felt his hand going around her right leg and relaxed a bit. She glanced over at him. "I know you won't. Just go slow…" And before she knew it, her foot was settled on the back of the commode and then the other one followed. She felt him keeping a steady hand on her until he climbed down and she readily followed. "Thanks…" She touched his arm to show she was truly grateful for his help. She could have done it, but she was almost as terrified of heights as she had been of enclosed spaces. She just never let on.

She smoothed out her clothes. "Find anything?" She kept her voice low. As far as she could tell they walkers weren't crowding the door to this bathroom. So they just might slip away unheard or unseen.

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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!