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Daryl sat at the top of the concrete stairs, quietly cleaning his crossbow and surveying the rest of the group chatting animatedly. He ground his teeth as he saw Tyreese close in to hug Carol, his strong, muscular arms wrapping around her petite frame and they laughed loudly as though they didn't have a care in the world. Daryl liked the man, he did, but it didn't stop him envying him and the carefree manner in which he hugged Carol. Daryl only longed for such closeness.

"I'll teach you how to really use that gun." Carol teased after seeing Tyreese's shoddy attempt at shooting in the forecourt earlier that day.

"Yes ma'am." Tyreese breathed as he disappeared back into the cell he'd been sleeping in.

Carol looked up at Daryl and smiled, "Are we gonna do that run into town today or what?"

"What." Daryl quipped as he started towards her, "I can go alone."

"You can...it doesn't mean you should."

He stepped down in front of her and held her steady gaze, "You sure you've got time between flirtin' with Tyreese?"

"Flirtin'?" Carol asked, arching her eyebrow, "That wasn't flirtin'." She half laughed.

Daryl nodded his head once and looked down at his feet, "Even still, if you wanted to stay..."

"I'd rather go with you." She replied quickly.

Daryl smiled slightly and nodded his head, "Okay then, we'll go."

"I'll just check if anyone needs anything." She breathed turning on her heel and leaving.

"You're quiet." Carol observed as she and Daryl walked back to his motorcycle, they had got the remaining tubs of formula along with more alcohol for Glenn and Maggie's wedding.

"Just thinkin'."

"About?" She asked.

Daryl sighed and looked down at his feet as he walked, "You believe in heaven, right?"

Carol nodded her head; she had a feeling where this was going, "Yes." She replied.

"So you believe in hell?"

"I suppose."

It took him a few seconds to respond, "Merle ain't in heaven." He stated matter-of-factly as they reached his bike.

"You don't know..."

Daryl shrugged and cast a look over his shoulder at the woman climbing on the back of his bike, "It's a good bet to place."

Carol slipped her arms around his waist as he revved the bike, "Daryl..." She began.

Daryl cleared his throat loudly as they began to ride down the road, "It's fine, I'm not after no sympathy." He told her.

"Well whether you want it or not, you have mine."