A/N: This chapter is all out our wonderful Caryl. This setting for this chapter comes from the weather that's currently raging outside my windows.
Daryl and Tyresse sat to digging Mika and Lizzie's graves. Daryl was angry that he had failled to protect not one but two more children. Memories of Sophia came flooding back. He remembered looking for her in the woods, cutting open the walker that they had found to make sure that it didn't eat her, when in all reality it was probaly the monster that had bitten her. He remembered falling down the ravine and finding her doll. He remembered the anger that he directed at Carol and how in its own right had brought them together. Daryl dug harder and deeper. Tyresse didn't know what to do, he knew that things like this happened in this world but he was not equipped to handle them. He kept looking at Daryl and watching anger; as if it was something real and tangible stream out of the man. He looked over at Carol and saw the broken look on her face and tears that she refused to cry as she rocked and held Judith as if at any minute she would disappear from her arms. Thunder rumbled in the distance and lighting flashed off in the west. Light rain began to fall.
After several hours of digging and a storm raging around them they had finished digging the small graves that would hold to of the most precious members of their group. Children was a rare a thing to come by and the lose of them was even harder in this new unforgiveable world. Daryl wanted nothing more than to run off in the woods and watch the storm from a far, but he knew that his woman would need him. She had taken on the children as her own and he knew now that she would cling to Judith with everything she had. He loved the little girl too and he wanted nothing more than to curl up with his woman and his God-daughther and sleep.
"We're ready." Daryl said as he walked into the makeshift tent they had. Carol handed Judith to Daryl and stood up. He instantly curled his strong arm around Judith and wrapped the other around Carol. They walked in the storm to where Tyresse stood next to the two broken bodies of the children. Daryl handed Judith off to Carol as he went and picked up Mika and lowered her into her little grave and Tyresse did the same with Lizzie. "I ain't good with words or nothing." Daryl said as he sheepishly looked down and chewed on his thumb; a nevrous habit he had had since he was a young boy. "These two little girls were a part of our family but they now rest with the Great Spitit. They will meet us but until then they have been reunited with their mother and father and our other fallen family." Daryl spoke tears slowly breaking free from his eyes. Carol fought back a sob as the rain pounded down. She clutched Judith to her chest. She prayed that she would not fail the little girl in her arms as she had once failed her own daughter Sophia and the two little girls that was being laid to rest.
Carol walked back into the tent and begn to get ready for bed. "Can I come in?" She heard Tyresse's broken voice. "Yeah." Tyresse entered the tent; holding his head down. "Daryl is still standing next to their graves and the storm is really picking up." "Will you take Judith and I'll go try and talk to him." Carol said sighing. Tyresse took the little girl from Carol and headed back to his tent. He knew that Lizzie and Mika's deaths had effected both of them to the point that they were broken. He prayed that they would find the others soon, but he had a feeling that if and when they did that it would not be for the better. Their luck had never lasted and it probaly never would.
Carol walked up to the love of her life and wrapped her arms around him. She felt his body stiffen then relax, even after a little over a year together he still stiffened when she touched him but he no longer did he flinch. Soon sobs over took his body and Carol's sobs echoed his. "What if I never find my brother again?" Daryl said hoarsly. "I don't know." Carol had came to love Merle. He was rough and sometimes cruel, but he was family none the less. "If anyone has survived it was Merle. He's a Dixon like you remember?" Carol told him; trying to re-assure her mate that they would find the last of his blood alive and well. "I'm not that worried about Merle to be honset Woman. What if we never see Rick or Carl again? What if Jude never gets to know her father and brother?" Daryl asked sounding like a broken child. "If she never gets to see them than we will make sure that she knows them throught memories and and stories and we will raise that little girl like she was ours." Carol told him. Daryl turned in her arms and grabbed her in a strong embrace and pulled her to him and kissed her hard. Carol moaned and wrapped her arms around his neck.
Daryl needed his woman in that moment; the only thing that could make the pain go away was making love to her. Daryl picked her up and carried her over to the nearest tree. He sat her down for a moment helping her out of her pants and panties as he released his hard cock from his pants. Normaly he would get her ready; she was tighter than anyone he had ever been with but he needed that moment. He picked her back up and shoved her into the tree and began to pounded into her; the tree digging into her back. Rain began to fall on the two broken lovers. Carol came hard around Daryl which drove him over the edge.
Daryl and Carol re-dressed. "Get some sleep woman; I'll take first watch and Tyresse can handle Jude for the night." Carol sighed she didn't sleep well away from the baby, but Daryl was right Tyresse had been the one to look out for her for the first week before they had found them. Carol crawled into her makeshift tent and laid down on her pillow and pulled Daryl's to her and cuddled it; tears feel freely down her checks. Their family was so broken. She remembered Sophia with clarity her blue eyes and blonde hair. Sophia would have loved Daryl and he would have been a wonderful father to her. Daryl loved kids and the way he was with Judith and Carl was amazing he had even treated Lizzie and Mika like he had know them forever accepted them. Carol cried for the lose of their family. Where was Beth, Maggie and Glenn did they know that their father was alive were the alive? Where was Sasha was she out there looking for her brother had Bob taking to being a drunk thinking that the third group to take him had fallen and died as well? Where was Rick and Carl were they grieving over not having Judith had they made it out of the prison alive? Michonne was the strong warrior woman looking for them or had she cut her ties to them completely forgoing people for the solidatrity of never getting hurt? Was Merle alive right now tracking them looking for his little or brother or had he joined band of murders and theives letting all the progress he had made go? Carol fell into a fitful sleep.
Daryl stayed close to the camp; thankful for the rain it cleared their scents from the area. He walked around in the woods until he found what he was looking for. He picked it up and carried it back to the camp. He knew that he would not be waking Tyresse for his turn at watch because it would take him all night to do what he wanted.
Carol woke the next morning bright and early and dressed for another day of moving and looking their family. When she stepped out and saw the girls' graves tears began to flood her eyes. Two crosses had been made and were wreathed in Cheorkee Roses and Daryl was singing an old Cherkoe tune over their graves.
A/N: Sorry for the long update I have not abandoned this story. I recently got a better job and my little girl started school this year so real life has pulled me away from my stories, but I finally got a chance to update.