Hey guys, it's been a while! I originally thought this would be a oneshot, but you guys wanted more so here we go!

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"Wow Carol this has got to be the best eggs I've ever had!" Tyrese said as he took another fork-full. "The first in months, but still."

Carol smiled. "It's a good thing Maggie and Glenn found those chickens on that run a few while ago. And with the tomato, carrots, and strawberry seeds Hershel planted, he's getting his farm back."

Sasha smirked. "At least one of us can get something back." Carol nodded. Sasha looked at her from across the cafeteria table. Carol was smiling, but seemed a little distracted. She was looking around the prison cafeteria, which the group had cleared the day the Woodbury group joined them. About a third of the cafeteria was full of people. Rick, Hershel, Judith, and Carl were sitting at one table, talking with some of the elderly people from Woodbury, while the other families were sitting together at other tables. Carol was sitting with Sasha, Tyrese, George and Karen and her family at a table. Beth was handing out breakfast outside the kitchen and Carol watched as Maggie and Glenn were coming back from one of their "walks". Finally everyone was here, everyone except for a certain Dixon. "Are you ok Carol?"

Carol snapped back into the conversation. "Oh, wonderful."

George watched her and smirked. "Looking for someone?"

Carol turned to her left to face him. "Well, everyone is here except for-"

"Mornin'." Carol turned her head to see Daryl across the table. He was a mess. His hair was dishevelled, his eyes were foggy from lack of sleep, and his clothes were a wrinkled binch. He slung his crossbow over his shoulder and yawned.

Carol looked him over and smirked at his appearance. "Morning sunshine. Care to join us?"

Daryl, with his tired, expressionless face, looked at Carol, then Tyrese, Sasha, Michonne, and Karen. Quickly he dropped his crossbow on the table in front of Tyrese with a loud thud then nodded. "Sure."

He could feel the judging stares of people as he walked over to get some food from Beth. He never heard it, but Daryl knew that he was a scapegoat in the eyes of the Woodbury citizens. Maybe the crossbow was a little too much, he thought, but then shook it off. The sooner people figured out that he wasn't looking to make friends, the better.

"Good morning Daryl," Beth said in her usual polite and shy way. "Eggs?" Daryl said nothing, but just held out his plate to her. As Beth was scooping up the eggs, she took several sneaky, quick glances at Daryl. He could tell that she was trying hard (and failing) to make sure he didn't notice. When she was done, she held out the large helping of eggs and canned beans to him. "Enjoy."

"Thanks," Daryl said as he quickly took the plate and a fork from the table.

"Umm, Daryl," Beth asked timidly.

Daryl turned his attention from his food to the girl. "Yeah?"

"I was wondering...well," She was nervous, Beth had never asked Daryl for a favor before, and was afraid that he would turn her down. "You know Maggie told me Glenn proposed."

"What of it?"

"I just think that well...They deserve a proper wedding. I want to get Maggie the perfect dress." Daryl scoffed at the idea. It's the end of the world and still all that's on a woman's mind is a wedding. Beth saw his expression and pouted. "You know I just thought that I could do something nice for my sister. I just wanted to give her a present!" she exclaimed in a way that reminded Daryl of how young she really was.

"Fine," Daryl gave in. "What d'ya expect me to do about it?"

Beth sighed, rethinking the words she was about to say. "I want you to take me on a run." Daryl was shocked and entertained about the idea at the same time. Beth had never gone on a run before. Daryl wasn't even sure if she had ever even killed a walker that without a fence to protect her. But Beth was deadset on going with him. "I've been practicing my shooting with Rick for a while and I'm getting better than most of the group. I won't slow down and I talked about it with Carl and he said he would take over Judith duties. If he can go on runs, then I can!"

"And your old man?"

Beth sighed. She hoped he wouldn't ask her about that. "He's not gonna know. He doesn't trust me to do this yet." Daryl wondered if her trusted her too.

"And Rick?"

"Daryl please. I want to do this for Maggie."

Daryl thought it over. He knew she was improving and that he could take care of her , but was it worth getting Rick and Hershel upset at him. Did she know enough to take care of herself? "Fine. Just don't be stupid."

Beth almost squealed with joy. "Oh thank you Daryl!" If she didn't know better she would have hugged him.

"Don't mention it," He said, being serious. He took his plate and began walking to the table. Maybe is was a good idea anyway, he thought. It's about time she became useful, and besides he had to go on a run to Woodbury for more baby supplies anyway. Still he needed someone to watch over her, because he sure wasn't. As Daryl got back to the table, Carol was talking to Tyrese and Sasha while George was talking to Karen and her family. Daryl didn't notice Carol flick her eyes in his direction as he called Michonne. "We need to talk."

Michonne nodded. "Then talk."

Daryl nudged his head towards the kitchen. Michonne nodded and the two got up and began to walk away to have a private conversation. Carol watched them and furrowed her eyebrows, becoming suspicious.

After breakfast Daryl went to cell C and quickly got what he needed, a large bag, some arrows, his knife, and a dagger and rifle for Beth. He nonchalantly took them and walked away. As he was leaving, Hershell came up to him and asked where Beth was, smoothly, he replied that he didn't know.

Outside he saw Carl talking to Beth as she was getting in the car. Michonne was leaning against the trunk, arms crossed. As she saw him, Daryl could tell by her expression that something was up. "We have a problem," Michonne said as Daryl popped open the trunk.

"Well I wouldn't call myself a problem," Daryl heard Carol say behind him as he put the stuff in the car.

Daryl sighed and then quickly slammed the trunk closed. He turned to her and angrily said "No."

Carol put her hands on her hips. She had a pistol and silencer in one hand and a long knife in her holster. "I'm not a child Daryl Dixon. You can not dictate what I do."

"I don't care." He said sternly." You are not coming with us."

Carol walked up to Daryl. "Listen, I am going to do this, otherwise you're going to have to explain to Hershel why you almost let his daughter out of the prison, and why she's so depressed." Daryl frowned at her. He had never seen Carol be so confident before. She certainly would never had done that when Ed was alive. Maybe he underestimated her ability.

"I ain't gonna babysit two people."

Carol smirked, then walked past him and opened the passenger door. "Fine. Then I'll watch Beth," she said right before she got in the car. Daryl watched her, then slapped his forehead, bringing his hand down over his face out of exasperation. It was going to be a long day.

Michonne sighed. "So who's driving?"

Michonne groaned and tilted her head back as she sat on the pink, plush couch. "How long is she gonna take?" She stared up at the ceiling, as she had for the past twenty minutes.

"Well she wants to make sure its perfect," Carol said as she was walking around the bridal shop. Luckily it was empty when they got in, and what was even better was that the door was unlocked. The light shown in from the glass window in the front, allowing Carol to see all of the dresses, tuxedos, and accessories in the shop. They were all so fancy, and she could tell that it must have been expensive back then.

Michonne groaned again and got up, stretching her arms back. "Well I'm gonna go look around." She walked up to the glass door and unlocked it. "Hopefully she'll be done in an hour."

Daryl, who had already gotten everything he needed was sitting on a couch in the corner, just as bored. Daryl sat up. "Don't stray too far."

Michonne nodded. "Meet ya at the car." She waved to them as she walked out.

Carol quickly went up to the door and locked it again. "You think she'll be okay."

Daryl nodded. "She went by on her own fine. One hour ain't gonna kill her."

Carol nodded. "I suppose you're right," she said as she walked by the shelves, touching every soft fabric. They were all a little dusty, but still so beautiful. She picked one piece of clothing up and smirked as she turned around and held it out to Daryl. "This would look perfect on you!" Daryl raised and eyebrow at the pink, silk, clip-on bow tie Carol held out. Carol giggled at the image of Daryl in a suit. She put down the bow tie, and instead picked out twenty different silk ties and put them in a cardboard box she found behind the counter. Daryl stared at her. "Beth wants to give Maggie and Glenn a proper wedding."

"I don't remember the last wedding I went to at a prison," Daryl responded as he walked up to her.

Carol chuckled. "But still. Everyone has lost so much, this can be something we can give back to them."

"A wedding is the last of my concerns," Daryl said as he followed Carol as she was stuffing shoes into the box.

Carol shrugged off the comment and began to walk to the tuxedo section of the store. She picked out a large black and white tux and held it out to Daryl. "Are you sure. This would look dapper on you."

Daryl crossed his arms. "No."

"Well you can't expect to wear that at the wedding," Carol said, pointing to his tattered, muddy clothes.

Daryl shrugged. "Got no problem with it."

Carol sighed. "I was actually hoping to see you in a tux. It would have made my day." She shrugged then threw it over her arm. "Maybe for Rick then." She then picked out ten tuxes of various sizes and handed them to Daryl, making a large lump in his arms. She picked a grey tux for Hershel, a black one for Glenn, and a dark blue tux for Carl.

"Ain't this a bit much?" He asked.

"Maybe, but I love weddings. Probably because I never had one," Carol said, her toned getting a little more serious. Daryl was at first shocked, but then after think about the kind of man Ed was, he understood. "Ed told me that it was all just a waste of money, that no one would come anyway. He told me that I didn't deserve a wedding." Daryl began to remember what is felt like to be stepped on, like Ed did to Carol. He remembered being told that no one cared, that he wasn't worth anything. He looked at Carol. She deserved hundreds of days in the spotlight, to be loved as much as she loved everyone else.

Daryl stopped complaining as she moved on to the dresses. She dropped some light blue, pink, and green dresses for the little ones, a white ruffled dress for Judith, and some brown and purple dresses for the adults. She took a light yellow, spaghetti strapped dress with ruffles on the bottom and smiled as she ran her hand along the silky fabric. "This would be perfect for Beth. Wait here would you Daryl? " Without another word she walked over the the dressing room Beth was in.

Daryl delicately placed the clothes on the couch and boredly began shuffling through the different clothes on the rack. Look at yourself Dixon, he thought, spending the day at a fucking dress store. But still he kept looking, not knowing why until he reached one dress in particular. It was a light blue thin, almost feathery different layers of soft fabric wrapped around each other to form short sleeves down to V-shape in the middle. The layers then fell down gracefully to a few inches above the floor. He delicately pressed his thumb along the fabric. Then picked up the dress and placed it gently on the top of the pile.

As Carol inched closer to the door she heard sobbing. She looked on the floor and saw ten different white dresses strewn about. She slowly walked up and knocked on the door. "Beth? Is everything alright?"

"No Carol. It's all wrong, everything is wrong." She slowly opened the door. Carol gasped when she saw her. Beth was absolutely stunning. The dress was sleeveless with thin layer of lace curling around up to her neck. The silky white dress fell to the floor in layers while sequence embroided the bottom like snowflakes. Beth was crying, and her eyes were red. "She would hate this. I can't do this. I can't."

"No no," Carol said. She propped the dress she had over the door, put her arms around Beth and spun her so that she could see herself in the tri fold mirror. "Look at yourself. You are absolutely beautiful."

Beth sniffled. "Really? And Maggie?"

"She would be so thankful to you for picking this out."

Beth wiped her eyes and smiled. "Thanks. I just want this to be perfect. When we were little girls Maggie and I would talk about our wedding and she had always said she wanted her dress to be as perfect as mom's was. Oh she had the most beautiful dress I've ever seen. It was lace and the bottom sparkled like white snow in the sunlight. I've tried and tried but I can't find one like it." Tears began rolling down Beth's face again. "I just wish that she was here, so she could help me." Beth could stop herself from bawling again. Carol quickly held her in her arms and began to wipe the tears away.

"I'm here. I'll help. I know it's not the same, but I'll try."

Beth sniffled again as she controlled herself. "Thank you Carol." She took herself out of Carol's arms and stood up, looking at herself in the mirror. "It is pretty, isn't it?" Carol nodded and smiled as she watched Beth twirl around like a little girl in the wedding dress, but still, in the back of her mind, Carol thought about her little girl, and the wedding she always imagined she would have, but now would never happen.

When Carol and Beth walked out of the dressing room, Michonne was already back and looking for a dress to wear for the wedding. Beth quickly went to find a box to put the dress in. Carol went over to couch where Daryl was taking a nap. He and Michonne had already put the clothes in bags and boxes, which were sitting neatly by his feet, and all of the folding made him tired. Carol smiled as she looked at the folded clothes, and then realized that she had forgotten to get a dress herself. As she was about to turn around, she noticed something next to Daryl, a light blue dress. She picked it up and held it against her body. "I didn't notice this here before," she said, waking up Daryl.

Daryl sat up and yawned. He began to rub his eyes. "Found it. You like it?"

Carol, shocked, smiled at him. "Yeah, I do."

Daryl thought nothing of it and got up to pick up the boxes and bags off the floor. "So can we leave?"

"Yep. I'm all done!" Beth said happily as she held the box containing, her, Michonne's, and Maggie's dresses. "There's still so much we need to do!"

Michonne sighed. "Well I'm not going on anymore runs with you. This was awful, but here." She held up a brown bag to Beth.

"What is it?" Beth asked.

"Candles." Michonne shrugged. "Thought it might be romantic."

I'm not particularly happy with this chapter. That's why I need a co-writer! Anyway please REVIEW! TELL ME WHAT YOU THINK!