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:

Nodding his head as he bent down to examine a somewhat dented box, Daryl tentatively flipped the cardboard flaps open. "Sounds 'bout right t'me." He murmured not paying her much mind at the moment as he was quite curious about what was inside. He was sure it was likely some sort of supply that had never been opened before the chaos ensued and people fled, but it still sparked a curiosity that wouldn't burn out until he found out whatever it was it contained.

When the flap awkwardly fell open and all he was greeted with was a box full of cartons of straws and other plastic utensils, he sighed inwardly before closing it up and standing back up, creak of joins popping through the permeable silence. Another false sliver of hope.

He hummed gently to her find of the chocolate as he turned to face Carol's direction. A slight wrinkle found its way across his nose as he was not particularly fond of the sweets. And it really wasn't that he wasn't fond of it, milk chocolate simply was not something he liked. The dark chocolate was bar none better in his opinion with its bitter sweetness, but this was something he didn't care to voice aloud as he knew it wasn't common.

"Don't matter if it's bad. Candy is candy. They ain't gon' care 'bout it once they see them wrappers an' know what it is." He mumbled glancing over to where she stood with the box in hand as he waved the beam of his flashlight in her direction.

The sudden dismissal of sifting around a bit longer gave him a new set of directions as he turned to leave back the way they had come. The sharp hiss of her voice and the slew of cussing that came thereafter had him pausing mid-step hearing the loud thudding sound. Drawing a brow up he moved back towards where he could see her crouched down nursing the pain. "You gon' be fine? 'r am I gon' have t'haul yer ass outta here?" He inquired to her current injury feeling a sudden pang of urgency jolt through his bones.

When she gave him a sharp rebuttal, Daryl simply shrugged his shoulders not responding to her command. Noticing the slight ease of weight onto her leg, he sighed lightly before swiftly pulling in front of her. If something lunged at them, she wasn't going to be ready for it. His hand may have been injured the night before, but he was sure of his capability to overlook the pain. With a leg injury even if it were slight, he knew that it could ultimately be a death sentence as sooner or later they'd have to run.

Leading the way back the way they had come, he kept his ears open for any change in sounds from before. Everything seemed remotely desolate beside the occasional groan of the building with its creaky doors and loose hinges. Peering out the front door and seeing nothing, Daryl pushed it open stepping out, waiting for Carol to follow after.

Carol's POV:

Carol's eyes stung with tears. She bitterly bit them back and blinked her eyes rapidly to rid herself of them, but one had managed a trek down her cheek and she hastily wiped it away. She ignored him when he questioned her again. She wasn't about to let him carry her out of her. She'd had that happen once before, and she was going to carry her own weight from here on out. No matter the shape her leg was in.

When he finally turned and headed toward the door, she gingerly took a step and was careful to not keep her full weight on her knee for very long at a time. With each step, it wasn't as bad as the one before it. She gritted her teeth as she caught up to him just as he reached the door that lead back to the main section of the gas station.

Following him out, she let her eyes adjust as it was brighter out here than it had been inside. She blinked again. "Let's get that gas. Think I got enough hose for it to be cut in two pieces and there was some jugs around the side that I saw. Could get it done quicker if we're both trying, don't you think?"

She pulled the hose free from where she had hooked it through her belt loop before heading into the storage room with him. She pulled her knife free once again, measuring the hose and slicing it easily and handed him half of it. Their fingers brushed together lightly. Her heart skipped a beat as she met his eyes.

"Five minutes? Then we'll go with whatever we've managed to get?"

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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!