The kiss started out soft, but soon intensified and he began to taste her tears. He never let go of her as he held her from behind and she moved her hands to hold his wrapped around her. She sobbed once more when they broke for air, but continued to kiss him when she realized the kiss that she had imagined was better than she had expected it to be. Perhaps it was due to the long wait and all those years they finally had behind them.

When they eventually broke the kiss, she kept her eyes shut and leaned her back against his chest. Daryl rested his chin on her head behind her and took in a deep breath. He hadn't intended on kissing her, but he finally let himself go and decided to ignore his remarks from the night before.

His thoughts were interrupted by a small chuckle coming from the gentle woman in his arms. He put his head down so his cheek rested on hers once more and he asked, "What?"

She slightly shook her head. "Nothing. It's just funny." Carol rubbed his arm sweetly before turning and standing from the bed, the both of them immediately missing the contact.

"What is?" He looked up at her.

"I always wondered what it'd be like to kiss you." She smiled down at him as she took one of his hands in her own.

"And?"

"It's just not what I was expecting." She admitted aloud and he finally stood.

"Yeah? What were you expecting?" He wondered, grabbing her other hand with his free one.

"I don't know. It was more...ummm, intimate than I had expected."

He couldn't help but grin. "Is that a bad thing?"

"No, no. It's more than what I'd hoped for." She looked down at their hands intertwined and her smile faded.

Daryl looked down at her playing with his hands and he noticed the expression on her saddened face. He recognized it straight away, though he never spoke. Tears escaped her eyes again and she picked up one of his hands, kissing it gently with gratefulness.

She sniffled and nodded, still not looking up. "Thank you, Daryl." Clearing her throat, she quickly glanced down at the body on the bed behind him. Wiping away a tear, she shook her head. "I know it's ridiculous to cry. I hardly knew her for a day. But I...I don't know maybe I'm just being too dramatic." She faked a smile and finally looked back up into his eyes.

"No. No. I get it." He wiped away one of her tears with his thumb and cupped her cheek in his palm as she still held his hand up to her face. She quickly kissed the inside of his hand before letting go of her grip on his.

"I guess we, uh...better get out there, huh?" She unsurely stated.

"Yeah, I guess." He noticed her wondering whether or not to leave the RV without the body and he said, "Go on. I got it."

"You sure?" She asked sadly.

He nodded and pointed to the door. She turned around and headed to exit the vehicle when she stopped at the small step down to look back and watch Daryl lean over to scoop up the lifeless body in his arms. Before he turned to see her still there, she descended the step and upon her foot meeting the dirt below her, she remembered the purpose of arriving there. Taking a deep breath, she sighed and walked over to Maggie and Glenn, whom she noticed were looking at her with sorrowful pity. The three of them were soon joined by Jesus, Rick, and Michonne.

"Hey, Carol." Grimes said softly.

"Greg says we can bury her up here." Jesus suggested to Carol, who watched as Daryl finally stepped off the RV with the young girl in his arms.

They all regarded him and Maggie did her best to hold back her own tears of grief as she flashed back to the memory of seeing him carrying a deceased Beth from the hospital. Ignoring the man's remark, Carol walked over to Daryl and they both stopped and looked at each other. She couldn't help but look down at the teen in his arms one last time and she found herself feeling the soft, dark locks of hair that hung a few feet above the ground.

Taking in a deep breath, she looked back up into Daryl's eyes and Rick and Jesus walked up behind Carol. Putting a hand on Carol's back, Rick stated, "Follow us."

Rick and Jesus finished filling the grave with dirt and they left with their shovels. Carol stood, staring down at the ground where they had just buried Evelyn. She had no clue why her death had saddened her so, but it had. Perhaps it was the fact that so many of her traits reminded her of Sophia, or perhaps it was the fact that she was so innocent and young. Or maybe it was the fact that Carol felt she had broken a promise to herself to save that girl. It possibly could have been the effects of another death at all. So many things ran through her mind and one of them was that kiss.

Suddenly, she felt a hand grab hers as it hung at her side. She looked down at their fingers intertwining and without even looking up, she knew it was Daryl Dixon. Her heartbeat grew faster and more intense the longer the contact between them lasted. It was about time.

Her gaze slowly moved up his arm, admiring every protruding muscle, and she reached his face, her own orbs finally landing on his dark blue eyes. She was glad, and a bit surprised, to see that he was smiling at her. She felt her cheeks grow hot, knowing that her complexion had shifted from pale, to rosy pink. She wanted nothing more than to kiss him again and again, but unsure of his wants, she resisted by squeezing his hand tighter in her own. The butterflies in her stomach fluttered even more, the longer they gazed into each other's eyes and she couldn't help but smile back at him. She loved that about Daryl. He made her smile more than anyone else could. After Sophia's death, she never imagined she'd smile again. But Mr. Dixon made it possible and she knew that it was good for her soul, as well as his.

After a moment of blissful silence, he spoke. "You okay?"

Her heart pounding, she gave him a slight nod before finally breaking the eye contact and looking back down at Evie's grave. Taking a deep breath, she turned to look at him once again and replied, "Gotta be."

Butterflies fluttered in his stomach as well and he almost giggled at their famous lines to each other. She smiled at him and they pressed their foreheads together for a split second before turning around and walking back to Greg's house, hand in hand, Carol leaning her head against his shoulder.

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