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He scanned the street, looking for something that was more concealed. There was a number of vehicles, parked along the street, some more abandoned than parked. He finally settled on one of the shorter buildings. "There, six stories, but it's better 'n stayin' in here every walker can spot us. Damn near out of gas anyway." They'd have to find something else to drive come morning. He climbed out of the car and was halfway to the building when he spotted it. A commercial van with no side windows. If it ran and had gas in it...well. He'd worry about that later. At least it would be easier to clear and give them room to stretch, he hoped.

Three For Staying | Caryl

  It seemed like the events happened all too quickly. She hadn’t expected to be followed when she was going to leave, but of course he showed up. And then they were chasing after a car that Daryl figured had taken Beth. She trusted him, and his word, and she tagged along without a single complaint.

And now they were here, stuck back in Atlanta, with no place to go. She didn’t know what to do, and he seemed to be asking her what they should do.

"I don’t know, Daryl." She murmured. "We don’t have a lot of options. It’s the car, or a building. You choose."

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Whatever the others were doing, he wasn't letting her out of his sight again. Not if he could help it. "Nobody goes anywhere alone anymore, get some sleep, worry about that shit tomorrow." He guided her to where people had already started setting up for the night and nodded to her before going to talk to Rick, leaving her to settle in. When he returned she was already asleep and he dropped down a little closer than he might have done before and closed his eyes.

The day that followed was a whirlwind of activity, and he'd been upset when he found Carol standing at that car closing the trunk on it. He was sure that there were supplies in there now, that she was planning to leave the group. He wondered what the hell had happened while she'd been gone that would make her do that. Make her abandon the group, leave him, when they were finally back together again. He knew Rick had apologized, did she really not know that he needed her there? But then it hadn't mattered what he'd wanted to say to her in that moment because that car with the cross has sped by and they spent the better part of the night tailing it into the city. They had an advantage now, they knew where the car had gone to, some hospital on the outskirts. But they were still in the city and clearing out a building was a bad idea in the dark, and staying in the car with the amount of walkers present in the city was a worse idea. They needed something smaller, fewer windows, and close by.

"We know where they are now got an advantage, but we need more light to scope the place out. Don't want to risk spending the night in here, but those buildings ain't safe either. Can't clear a damn thing without the light."

Three For Staying | Caryl

Carol looked up towards the sky as he talked, nodding her head slowly. “Alright.” She said softly. “Together, or are we all splitting up?” She asked quietly, turning to him. “Strength in numbers, but if we split up, we cover more ground, possibly find more.” She folded her arms. “Which one is better, we have to look at the bigger picture.”

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He nodded, they did need it,  the possibility. But he wondered if they needed it more than they needed to settle somewhere, stop grasping at straws. He wanted to tell her that, wanted to offer up the idea of finding another place and rebuilding like they had at the prison, wanted a chance to settle in and make a life with her while they still had a chance, but whatever she did he'd be by her side. And he could tell by the look in her eyes that she'd back even the remote possibility of a cure, so he guessed that's what he'd do too. "Best let Rick and him figure that shit out. Ain't nothing we can do until it happens anyway." The sun was sinking low in the sky and he felt dead tired, she had to be as well. "Other group's takin' first watch. Should get some sleep while we get a chance. Long day tomorrow." It wouldn't matter what happened, it would be long anyway. There was more than a few things to consider. "We'll all be lookin' for supplies and wheels come sun up."

Three For Staying | Caryl

"I hope that it really is true. We need this." She sighed, adjusting the strap of her gun. "But that Abe looks like a leader… Was he the leader of the new comers? I don’t want any type of rivalry between the two of them…"

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"I think Abe thinks so." Daryl didn't want to take hope away from her, they needed something to live for, but he was weary of things that seemed too good to be true. "I expect he'll talk to Rick about it later, but I think the group is gonna want to try either way."

Three For Staying | Caryl

Carol’s eyes widened. “A cure? There is hope for a cure?” She asked, her own tone hopeful. If they could cure this, maybe things could become normal again. Or, as normal as they could get. At least they wouldn’t have to live in such danger anymore.

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Daryl made a soft snorting sound, speaking a little quieter. "Abe, supposed to be on a mission to get his scientist friend to DC to cure this whole damn thing. Ain't sure I'm buyin' it." He believed Abe believed it, but something about Eugene didn't stack up for him. If the fate of the world rested on his shoulders he was pretty sure they weren't any less fucked either way.

Three For Staying | Caryl

  "I thought I heard that red headed man talking about Washington? What’s that all about?" She asked Daryl. He’d obviously been with them longer, he had to know something about it.

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He was more relaxed at her touch than he'd ever been. "Don't think we gotta worry about that no more." He had his family back, her back. And as much as they were all his reason, she was more than just that, he just needed to figure out how get them all somewhere safer and work up enough nerve to voice it. "Got other things to worry 'bout. More 'n a dozen people and no plan." It was like being run off the farm all over again now.

Three For Staying | Caryl

Carol frowned a little, placing a gentle hand on his arm. “I’m glad you didn’t give up, Daryl.” She said quietly. If she’d found out he never made it, it would have destroyed her.

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It did get lonely. Hell, even when he had been with Beth it was lonely without the rest of his new family. And after she was taken too... "Was damn near ready to just sit down and give up, after the prison. Thought everyone was gone." It was an admission that he hadn't yet voiced.

Three For Staying | Caryl

Carol gave him a small nod. “I’m glad I’m back too. I knew I could survive out there by myself but… It’s not ever something you want to do.” She sighed. “It gets lonely. I started missing my family.” She looked up towards him. He was the one she had been missing the most.

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He nodded, unsure of how he even felt about all of it. She'd put herself in danger for all of them more times than he wanted to think about. "You did good. Glad you're back with us." For awhile there he'd been afraid that he'd never see her again. And then in Terminus he was glad that she wasn't with them. But now, as bad as it had all been, he was glad that she'd done what she did. Not just because they'd gotten out of that hell hole, but because she proved to Rick how wrong he was.

Three For Staying | Caryl

Carol ducked her head at his words, a small grin forming. It was true, she’d thought of that by herself. She’d had little time to plan, and that was the first thing that came to mind. She was just lucky it didn’t back fire. “Yeah… I was afraid it would backfire. I had to get you guys out of there quick.”

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Daryl shook his head. All he'd done was teach her to survive. But he didn't deny that he was probably a better teacher than the rest of 'em. Rick might be better with a gun, but guns alone couldn't keep you alive these days. "Didn't go teachin' you to go blowing no gas tanks and goin' all Rambo on those sons of bitches, that was all you." He said, pride in his voice.

Three For Staying | Caryl

Carol nodded her head, and let out a chuckle. “I’d run for the hills at the sight of either of them. But now, you’re right. I’m here saving all of you. But that’s only because I had the best teacher.” She looked up to him and smiled. “Mr. Daryl Dixon himself.”

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Daryl let out a frustrated growl, low and quiet. He was trying , didn't know what else to do. "Don't mean nobody else ain't." He inwardly cringed at his own tone. She already looked at him like he was some kind of monster. He really hadn't meant it to sound like he thought she was supposed to be the one to get up and get things done, wasn't her job to do a damn thing for anyone else if she didn't want to. But he didn't want to have to watch her waste away either. He'd seen that happen to enough women in his time, his own mama being one of them.

He bit his thumbnail, already too short and ragged, and then dropped the game on the side of the card table that Dale had set up outside the RV. He wanted to stomp off, go back to his own camp and not feel like everything he did was wrong, but the scared and hollow looks that filled Carol's eyes were haunting. He couldn't help but feel like this was his fault, something he needed to fix. Not that he really even knew how to fix it.

"Sorry," he mumbled. "Nevermind, just leave it. C'mon. Got somethin' I need your help with." He didn't wait for a reply, just expected that she'd follow or not. He wasn't about to force her to do anything she didn't want.

He crossed the field, back to the pond where he'd found the native rose bush, it's tiny white flowers growing in a wild tangle of vines. He hadn't really given it much thought before he'd dragged her out here, but it seemed silly now. He only hoped that she wasn't gonna be even more upset at the step after. He had every intention of taking her to drape it across her daughter's final resting place.

"Thought you'd know how to dig it up, move it. I'm not much for dealin' with plants." It sounded ridiculous to his own ears.

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It didn't take much. Something as simple as slipping and falling could end a life. Carol had become familiar with physical pain, but it was emotional and mental pain was the think that killed the woman. 

She figured that Sophia was dead. It wasn't too hard to believe after all the things Shane said about her and her daughter, but then there was Daryl. He was the one who actually stood up for her. He actually looked for Sophia, he even got impaled for it. Daryl Dixon was the one thing that was different in this world forgotten by God, and she was nothing. The day passed by in a blur, and soon the woman found herself sitting alone. Her eyes looking the forest silently hoping and praying that this was all a dream and when she woke up Sophia would be safe in her arms, never to leave her side. She blinked slowly as a breath she didn't know she was holding left her lips in a quiet sob. Carol had to bite back tears, but they came anyway as images of the child stumbling out of the barn flooded her vision.

Suddenly a voice caught her off guard. The images flashed to her being shot again as the plate hit the ground close by her. Carol's eyes wrinkled closed at the sight, but she didn't make any move towards the food.

After a few silent seconds Carol finally spoke. "I'm not hungry... Thank you though." She said quietly as if she feared the man. Like he would react like Ed used to. Of course she knew it wasn't Ed, but after being abused for so many years she couldn't help but react like that.

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She was a far cry from that woman in the quarry that had been terrified of her husband. And the first few times anyone had handed her a gun or a knife... "Remember you lookin' almost as terrified of 'em as you woulda been a walker." But now she was fearless, damn near never missed her target, never hesitated. It wasn't luck that saw to her survival, it was her skill. "Now you're out here savin' our asses." There wasn't anyone he'd trust more to have his back on a run these days. They might all be his family, but when it came to Carol and him, they were each others priority. They'd been family to one another longer than he cared to admit.

Three For Staying | Caryl

"I have some, but it wouldn’t last long in a herd." She noted, looking back at the weapon. "Funny, remember I used to be terrified of using weapons like this?" She smiled up at him.

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He couldn’t get it out of his head. Couldn’t get rid of the image of the look on her face, couldn’t rid himself of the memory of her collapsing there in the dirt still wrapped up in his arms. He shifted slightly and scuffed the sole of his boot against the dirt, damn woman. She was pervasive, like some sort of vine like weed, growing quickly and wrapping around everything before strangling and overwhelming it. Except the only thing that she was currently overwhelming was him. The rest of the group seemed happy enough to leave her well alone, which in his opinion was the wrong move, not that he was gonna tell them that,

She’d skipped the little girls funeral yesterday, her own daughter. And at first he’d been furious about it, but he understood it. She needed that last image of her girl to be gone as bad as he’d tried to bury his own demons. She didn’t want to see the monstrous shell that had shambled out of that barn take the place of her kid, didn’t want to see the group and the looks on their faces, and she probably didn’t want to see him either. He’d given her hope, lied to her in the only ways that had mattered at that moment. He understood what it was like to be alone and lost, and he understood what it was like to lose your only family, not that he ever had much of one to begin with. But he’d been drawn to the whole situation in more ways that he could explain.

Sophia probably hadn’t even lasted the night, bitten, dead, and tucked into that barn by daybreak. And he’d gone and made promises to bring her back. And somehow in all that Carol had latched herself to him, begged him not to leave her too. The worst part was that he wanted to be done with it, pack his shit and leave em all behind, except he couldn’t because even though he wasn’t admitting it, he still felt drawn to her. Like some sort of car accident he couldn’t look away from.

He could see her now, off in the distance where the camp was still set up in the old man’s yard. Awake before the rest of them save for Dale up on top of the RV keeping watch, her eyes gazing through whatever it was in front of her. He didn’t have to be close to know that. It was a look that had been etched into his memory.

Finally he blew out a breath, disgusted at himself for stopping and giving it so much thought, and stalked back into the camp as silently as ever, holding up a brace of small game and dropping it unceremoniously onto the nearest surface.

“Breakfast,” he said breaking the silence that permeated the camp.

Even if he did know what else to say to her he wasn’t sure how to say anything anymore.

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“I’m done looking for people.” (requested by accolov)

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"What about you? You got ammo for that thing," he nodded his head to indicate the overly large weapon slung across her shoulder. Not that he was worried if she didn't. Damn thing was nearly as big as she was, and the knife she carried was gracefully deadly in her hand these days. "Hopefully we find more 'n just that. Ain't gonna make it very far without wheels and some supplies."

Three For Staying | Caryl

Carol nodded her head. “I guess that makes sense.” She said softly. “We just have to hope there are some around in the next town we visit.”

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Daryl raised his crossbow, aiming for the treeline. They had stopped for the night and as far as he knew he was the only one that wasn't tucked away inside. He held silent and still, as aware of the world behind him as the front. The sound wasn't a walker. "You don't wanna to end up with an arrow in your ass you might wanna come outta there," he said low and even voiced.