Ok, so here's the other version. I hope you like it. I was going for angsty and what not. :3 I don't own these Characters or anything.
Carol hadn't been the same since Daryl went missing. Rick, Glenn, and Maggie had all tried to make her see reason and calm her down. It wasn't safe to get angry anymore, it wasn't safe to even leave the house anymore.
That didn't stop her from walking towards the gate, walkers be damned and saviors be damned. Morgan got in her way; he stood there quietly, almost like he was daring her to challenge him. He glanced between her and behind her with a shit eating grin on his face.
The thing about Morgan; he could communicate to just about anybody with his eyes and he was clearly telling her to stay put. He left no room for arguments, but Carol couldn't stay here knowing that Daryl could be out there. He needed her, and she would knock Morgan on his ass to get to him.
"Before you do something fucking drastic, I have a little surprise for you, Carol."
And it was Morgan's face, she was sure of it, but it wasn't his voice. It was deeper than she remembered. She blinked and it was changing, it wasn't Morgan's face at all. She didn't know this man; it was someone she had never seen before.
"Who… who are you? Where's Daryl?"
The man cracked a menacing smile and lifted his barbed-wire covered bat up to rest on his shoulder. Carol couldn't help but notice that it was stained red with blood. She remembered a name, a vile name that she wanted to spit out at his feet, but she couldn't recall why.
"Ah, you've gone a bit bat-shit on us again. You probably don't remember a fucking thing, do you? Daryl is actually right behind you."
She dropped the walkie talkie and whipped her head around so fast that she got dizzy. Her eyes met his and she saw a stupid grin on his face that she couldn't have been happier to see. He was alive, he was safe. She ran to him then, ran as if any second he would disappear and she wouldn't get the chance to hold him again. She wasn't letting that happen.
Just as their arms wound themselves around each other, she saw his face change too, his eyes were blank, but he pulled her so close that there was no space left between them, and buried his head in her neck. She forgot all about his blank gaze and his snarling, bloody mouth.
She felt pain and heard Negan's sick laughter, but it hadn't mattered when she knew Daryl was in her arms. She felt teeth piercing her neck and her own blood pour from the wound he left. She kept her arms around him though, letting him nuzzle into her. She looked to the ground in time to see something fall from his pocket.
It was a Cherokee rose.