Carol smiled as Andrea stood up meeting her at the door. Since getting here she didn't have as much time to set and just talk to the woman. Between trying to keep up with her daughter that never slowed down and everything else she still felt a bit overwhelmed.

"So I seen your husband blazed right by in a hurry." Andrea quipped, "And soaked to the bone in sweat and blood."

Carol grimaced at her but the smile on her face was too big. That was the second person to refer to her and Daryl as married to her face. Though Sophia wasn't helping things. Any time it was brought up her daughter corrected people and apparently now she was Carol Dixon. Andrea was going to have a field day with this because Merle already was.

"You know when I slapped that bitch and he grabbed me to keep me from really hurting her..." Andrea motioned to the door, "I gotta say that his body is nice and" Her words broke off and her look turned leering. "Firm."

Carol's face flushed. She didn't need to be pressed against him to be able to see that. "You need to stop."

Andrea hummed, "No but really Rick and them should be here soon."

Carol sighed and rubbed her face. "We've talked to them and with Daryl there I'm sure his brothers won't be as hard to handle." Rubbing her arms her eyes went up the stairs at a loud thud and grunt. "I think we've all agreed though here about the best idea. Either way it goes you know where I stand."

Andrea nodded her eyes going upstairs as well. "With Daryl and Sophia."

"Yes." Carol said her voice changing.

"I get it. I've seen them together and I understands Carol. I'm here with you though. If Rick and the group don't want to be here then I'm still with you." Andrea grasped her arm, "Now go check on him because I think from the sounds he's about to die up there."

Andrea disappeared to wherever she had been getting to here lately. It was suspicious and Carol was going to question her about it later but right now she had a bullheaded man to make listen. That alone was already making her feel tired because if there was anything she'd learned while being here it was that Daryl didn't like do things unless he wanted to do them. He already was acting like he wasn't hurting so he was going to be difficult. He didn't want his brothers fawning over him and he was hiding things. He couldn't do that. He couldn't afford to do that. Little things had the potential to become big life threatening things in the blink of an eye.

Padding up the stairs silently she heard a grunt again and a muffled curse. Knocking on his door she heard him quieten and knew he was looking for an escape route.

"Daryl open up." Carol smiled.

"No."

"I'm giving you till the count of three."

A muffled voice was all she got before she heard him moving again.

"I'm serious Daryl. I can just go get Mac and Merle and let them handle this if you want." Carol prodded. It was mean and manipulative but he was a difficult man.

The door jerked open suddenly and Carol's face paled slightly. He stuck his head out in the hall looking out before grabbing her arm and jerking her in and slamming the door. Carol made an indignant sound at being manhandled by him but he was already moving away from her. She was forcing herself to keep her eyes on his. Jesus didn't he have anything to put on?

He arched a brow, "If you weren't so fuckin' pushy I would have a chance to get dressed!" He snapped.

Carol arched a brow, "I would have gladly waited had I known you wouldn't have snuck off like some petulant little kid." Carol snapped back.

He huffed but took a seat on the edge of his bed his body tense. His bruises had faded and that was good. He was starting to look like less of a dead body. Well good for him and bad for her because she really didn't think this over to good. Shushing her thoughts Carol nodded at him.

"How do your ribs feel? I know they have to be hurting after that buck."

He nodded and stood for her as she motioned him too. Carol walked closer to him and he sighed roughly looking down at her as her hand landed on his ribs. Carol examined him and refused to think about how his skin felt under her hand. How warm he was right there or about how his eyes hadn't left her yet. She really wasn't thinking about the way his breath was stirring her hair from how close they were standing.

He grunted suddenly and flinched away from her hand and Carol's eyes flew up to his. They were wide and she grinned suddenly. "Daryl...hold still."

He stepped away from her but Carol had ahold of him refusing to let him get away. His steps forced her to take one as well. He growled at her and she shook her head.

"Hold still and I'll quit when I'm done."

"What the fuckd did I just walk in on? A goddamn rape? Carol that sounded like some shit a rapist would say." Mac chuckled shutting the door and turning back to the pair, "Daryl where the fuck are your clothes? Is he hurt again?"

Daryl made a noise in his throat and Carol's face reddened. "Slow the hell down with the questions." Daryl snapped.

"Why are you in only a towel?"

"She wouldn't let me get dressed." Daryl snapped.

His eyes widened at his words and he went to open his mouth. He snapped it shut it again only to open it again looking like a fish out of water. He stared at her for a second then his brother his face turning ten shades of red. Carol's nails bit into his ribs and she seen him flinch slightly but she couldn't help it. This was turning into a mess.

"Okay add that with the shit you said as I was walking in and you're definitely a rapist Carol." Mac grinned, "You've had eyes here for him since you ran him over or is that why you ran him over? Make him easier to manhandle..."

Carol growled and turned on Mac her back brushing against Daryl's front. He was standing completely still like he'd forgotten how to talk.

"Is there a reason you just walk in your brothers room without knocking?" Carol snapped.

"Is there a reason I should knock on his door, Carol?" Mac grinned, "Plan on being in here a lot?"

Daryl moved behind her and she felt him brush against her again before he took a seat on the bed again. "I hate you both." he muttered.

"No you don't." Mac sing songed. "I'm sure you don't hate her either."

Carol ignored Mac and turned to Daryl, "How does your head feel?"

"Fine."

"No headaches? No dizziness?" Carol watched him. With Mac here he was going to clam up.
He looked up at her and sighed. "No nothing like that."

"You're ribs still hurt which I expected. How about the other side where the bruises were? You had no broken ribs there." Carol motioned him to stand and Mac moved closer.

Daryl yawned and nodded moving to stand. Mac grabbed his arm hauling him up making it easier on Daryl. Carol watched as he allowed his brother to help him since he was holding the towel around his waist now.

"You didn't say you were hurting." Mac spoke low to only Daryl. "I wouldn't have left you out there."

"M'fine." Daryl mumbled.

Carol checked him over and some more listening as Mac went on about leaving him out there. He sounded guilty.

"It's been so long since you've gotten hurt more than a fuckin' scratch I forgot you had broke ribs." Mac rubbed at his face.

Carol watched them as Mac started digging in his stuff to throw clothes at him. "Hannah cooked and I told her ass you hated her food but she won't listen. She said you had to eat."

Daryl made a face of horror and shook his head, "No, I think I'd rather not."

Mac's eyes went to her and grinned for a second something going on behind his eyes. He had more to say but didn't. He wanted to she knew that much but for some reason he didn't. It was the same thing Andrea done and Brian. He was gone out the door before either of them could say anything and Carol turned around to Daryl. His eyes were tired as he pushed himself standing again. He shook himself trying to wake up and she grinned knowing he'd already taken his medicine. It'd been knocking him on his ass since he wasn't use to taking anything and put him to sleep quick.

"I need to cook for Sophia. If you're still awake when it gets done I'll bring you something."

He mumbled something to her waving his hand dramatically and Carol grinned. Turning to go to the door she heard him grunt and stumble. Turning around she huffed at him seeing him trying to balance himself. Walking over she grabbed his side and he flinched violently away from her sucking in a breath.

"Oh be quiet it's not even your hurt side." Carol grinned. It was funny to know that his ribs and sides were ticklish.

He growled at her but she focused on the wall behind him as he jerked the boxers up his legs her keeping him steady so he didn't tip over. The towel fell away when the boxers came into place and Carol felt like she could breathe now that he was at least in some form of clothing. He was red faced and she knew that if this was any other time he would be humiliated to have to have help.

He set heavily on the bed and looked up at her again blinking slowly. She knew he was fighting to stay awake as he rubbed his jaw. He had an endearing charm about him as he set there drugged up and sleepy. Her thoughts made her cringe as she heard Mac sing song in her head.

He kicked out on the bed throwing his arm over his eyes and his body melting into the bed. He groaned and arched slightly trying to pull his blanket up. Carol's eyes widened watching him and she moved quickly to help him. She ignored the way his body looked sprawled out like he was and covered him up as his breathing started to deepen. Walking to the door as she heard the one down stairs open and slam she looked over her shoulder and smirked.

"You're a good mom, Carol." his voice was heavy with sleep and slurred.