Caryl Fanatic

"Why do you keep leaving?" Daryl shouted at Carol while pacing the living room of the house her found her at. She was sitting on the dusty couch trying to hold back her tears. She missed him a lot and now that he was here, she didn't know what to say. He was with her, but not in the way she wanted him to be. "I've told you before; I don't want to hurt anyone for you. I'm tired of killing for Alexandria. That's why I had to get away. The reasons never changed," she spoke with ease unlike Daryl. "Really? Really?" He stopped walking around for a second staring at her. The harshness in his eyes reminded her of when she refused to go to Sophia's funeral. The look on his face from long ago reappeared and made her feel vulnerable. "You can't get away from it. You know that. You're going to have to kill whether you like it or not," he snarled."I don't want to see them get hurt! I don't want you to get hurt! I couldn't live with myself if I knew you were dead! Sometimes ignorance is bliss, Daryl!" "Yeah, well, we're you're family and you can't lose us. You're stuck with us, dammit," Daryl threw up his hands in frustration,"You're just gonna have to live with it!"Carol said nothing as she stood up, walked past him, and went straight to her bedroom. ---Daryl knew what he had done. He doesn't know if she'll ever forgive him for being harsh to her. He sat outside of her bedroom door with his knees pressed to his chest. He was wondering what she was doing in there. Was she crying or was she packing to leave again? Before he could get another thought through his head, he stood up and opened her door slowly. She was sitting in the corner of the room in a plush chair next to the bed. She had 'Love and War' cracked open in her hands. That's what their relationship felt like now to Daryl- love and war. He just wanted to make things right. "Hey," he whispered. Carol looked up and closed the book before putting it on the nightstand next to her. "Daryl, I..." she was going to say, but was cut short by him. "Don't. I'm sorry for what I said," he said coming closer to her. "You don't have to apologize. I knew why you were frustrated," she sighed getting up from her chair. Daryl then made long strides towards her before pulling her to his chest. She didn't resist the slightest bit. Instead, she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him as close as she could. He slowly breathed her in trying to savor the moment. Carol then heard a murmur emerge from his lips that were buried in her shoulder. "What?" she asked. Daryl slowly lifted his head and stared into her eyes. "I love you," he whispered with a straight face. Carol felt her heart sink before she smirked,"About damn time you confessed."

(Anonymous, thanks. Thanks a lot.)-Daryl's POV-She lay in my arms weak from the beatings from the Saviors. They showed no mercy when they realized we had a connection. They found us in the house she was staying in while they were on a man hunt for me. I somehow managed to escape again, but this time with Carol. I clamored down the halls with her shaking in my arms. As I turned the corner I saw a figure standing in the middle of our path with a pistol raised at us. Dwight stared me down before I heard a loud bang and a flash from the pistol's barrel. I wasn't breathing. My stomach churned. Carol' eyes were wide open in shock. I could feel her blood seep through my shirt. She was growing weaker by the second because her eyes started to slowly close. The wound was on the side of her stomach in the middle of her abdomen. "No!" I shouted. I set her down on the cold floor and took out the pistol I took from one of the rooms. Dwight stood there with a smirk on his face with his gun still raised. I cocked back the hammer and pulled the trigger before he could even realize what was happening. I watched a red hole appear on his forehead before he fell to the ground. He lay on his side with a shocked look on his face. The clatter of his gun falling with him was all I heard. Carol lay at my feet gasping for air. Her hand was draped across her stomach as she stared at the ceiling. I put the pistol back in my waistband as I knelt beside her. I slipped my arms back to where they were before and brought her up to my chest. It didn't take much strength to carry her light frame. I wasn't going to let her die. Not now. "Put me down, Daryl, please," she weakly said grasping onto my shirt. I ignored her pleading and began walking again. I felt her warm blood expanding across my chest, but I ignored it. "Daryl, put me down," she repeated in the same tone. I stepped over Dwight's corpse while Carol tried to struggle. "Daryl, you can't save me anymore! I'm not gonna live! Just put me down before you get hurt," she said louder sounding like she was about to cry. My eyes shot towards her. She looked up at me with water pouring down her face. She was in pain and now all she wants to do is give up. I slowly set her down afraid I was going to cause her pain. "Carol," I whispered trying to get rid if the lump in my throat. I wanted her to tell me she was going to live and stay by my side, but she didn't. I couldn't save her anymore. I've failed at the only job I had. She's now dying because I didn't help her. I was selfish when she needed me and now she's dying because of me. "Carol, say somethin'," I stared into her dreary eyes."Find Rick and the others. You're gonna kill me and leave me here. You're gonna find them and fight," she whispered with a weak face. "It hurts, Daryl," the hand grasping my neck clutched onto me tighter. I rested my forehead on hers and held her face in my hands. Tears were stinging my eyes. I lifted my head slightly to see her pained face. "I know. Just don't go. Carol, please," I pleaded. "I can't stay," she sighed with a weak smile. I lifted my fingers from her face to see a red handprint on her cheek. The fading color in her eyes made me go cold. She was turning into a walker by the second and I couldn't stop it. Although, she still had a weak smile on her face. This is exactly how she should die. With a smile on her face, but the cause was too much too bare. Did she want this or did she try not to cry to not cause me more pain? I already had water stinging my eyes and the lump in my throat wouldn't go away. A stray tear started to slip down my cheek. I couldn't tell where it was since it turned the the temperature of my skin. It felt like it was apart of me. "Daryl," when I heard Carol call my name, my head perked up. "Don't try to find me after. Just keep going like I didn't exist," she whispered. I watched her intensely as she took in shallow breathes slowly. "I promise," I said with a determined look on my face. I was going to do what she asked of me. It was the only thing she wanted from me. Carol nodded her head lightly as she bit her lip with her canine. Her eyes then started to slowly close which seemed like it took forever. She stayed still and her breathes took too many seconds to take in and let out. She was close to her death. My heart beat began to quicken once I realized what was happening. "Carol," I called hoping she would jump up and say it was a prank, but nothing happened. Her head then started to fall limp to one side. I caught it gently as if it would bring her back. I looked down at her stomach, where she was shot and saw it deplete, but never rise again. My eyes shot back to her closed ones. I couldn't think. "Carol, no. No! Come back!" I cried. Her eyes stayed shut and she was still. She was dead. I couldn't breath. Anytime soon, she'd be back, but not as herself. She asked me to kill her and that's what I'll do. I unsheathed the pocket knife she hid in her boot while warm tears fell down my face. I glared at the blade as I tilted her head slightly to show the back of her neck. I didn't bother to watch my hand shove the knife into her brain stem; I just closed my eyes. I yanked the blade out and saw a gleaming red covering it. I wiped the metal on my pants when I felt water gushing from my face. My heart felt like it was collapsing in on itself. I wanted to throw up. Before I knew it, I stood up with Carol's knife in my hand. I stood over Dwight's corpse before driving the blade into his stomach and putting a tear right through the middle of his abdomen. I made repeated cuts all across his body causing blood to splatter all across my face. I knew some other Saviors would be here soon because of the sound of the gunshots. So, I picked her up again and left the same way I did the last time I escaped.

(Setting is Alexandria)Daryl liked how Carol's skin was soft after she took a shower. He would find any excuse to get close to her. He would pass by her and accidentally bump into her just to feel her touch him. Daryl felt sorrow when her voice was soft when she cried. She wasn't raspy and she wasn't a woman who he could barely understand when she cried. His heart would slowly sink to his stomach. He just wanted to hold her when water fell from her face. Daryl knew how soft she was inside and how he didn't want it to harden. He tried his best to keep her happy, but he knew that he couldn't keep her innocent. No one in this world was innocent. He knew how soft her lips were when they were pressed against his forehead. He just only wanted to feel those soft, pink, pieces of flesh on his.

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What if Daryl got his vest back for some reason (whether he killed Dwight or in a possible war he just got it back) and when he was looking through the pockets, he noticed a pack of cigarettes. When he dumped the contents into his hands it was Dwight and Sherry's rings. Seeing the opportunity, Daryl used it to propose to Carol when he saw her again (most likely after the possible war).