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:

"Good 'cause we ain't got the time t'do that shit righ' now." He grunted booting the stirrup of his crossbow as he pulled back, drawing the string back. Daryl needed to be prepared before they threw open the door. Every little bit counted. He listened as she gave a synopsis of what she knew of their plan. She'd hit every point. Daryl nodded in acknowledgement before, scratching at the scruff of his throat gruffing out: yes, ma'am.

That seemed to be their designated plan as he had revealed earlier before he had hopped the wall. Get the hell out of the fucking bathroom and back to the motorcycle as quickly as they could. From there they would stop somewhere and try and siphon as much gas into the tank of the motorcycle. Hopefully what they could find was all that they needed. And if all went accordingly they would be headed back to the prison.

Daryl watched Carol carefully as she spoke— took observation of her mannerisms, gestures, and expressions. He noticed particularly the rigidity in her posture at the mention of the prison. She seemed to calm up even talking about it herself. Not this 'gain. He thought to himself, but if it was a bother to her than it was something that needed addressing and it had to be fast.

He advanced towards Carol and grabbed her by the arm, forcing her to look at him. He wasn't going to beat around the bush this time. Things had to be laid out on the table— no holds barred. "'Ey, d'ya even wanna go back? 'Cause I gotta know what the fuck it is ya want. Ain't gon' force ya to go t'the prison if ya don't wanna." He growled low getting closer to her to make his point. Daryl had to know that his time— effort was worth all the hassle. All thisheartache that they were both going through.

Carol:

Carol's eyes instantly darkened, freeing her arm from his grasp. "Of course I do, Daryl. But excuse me for thinking ahead and worrying if I am even wanted there. It's the facts. Rick didn't want me there because of what I did. Chances are others will feel the same way. I can't go in skipping and singing. Can I?" She put distance between them.

If he didn't understand that, then she wasn't wasting her time trying to get it through to him. She knew she could shoulder whatever it was that came with returning, but she couldn't quiet her fears. She was only human.

"So are we going to do this or what?" She planted a hand to her hip and cocked her head, staring him down. They were wasting time standing here arguing a hypothetical point.

She adjusted the strap on her pack, securing it to her back, but making sure it could easily be freed if the need arose to abandon it to make her get away.

Daryl wasn't the one that killed Karen or David so he had no idea what she was feeling down deep inside. He had an idea of it, yes, but he didn't commit the actions so he was grasping when he tried to empathize with her emotions and resolve.

She stepped closer then. "Is this a problem between you and me? Because if it is, then that's what we need to deal with here and now. Are you afraid of the repercussions that come with being the one to bring me back?"

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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!