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Charley had been angry many times in her life. Many times, she had swallowed the anger and pushed it down. She’d been doing that a lot since the dead had risen and started to devour people right in front of her. Her husband. Her son. It had taken her a while but she’d opened herself up again. To him. To Shane Walsh.

And now, the world had tried to take him from her again. Had tried to leave her alone again.

She saw red after the walkers had all been taken down when she realized just how close it had been that he’d almost been bitten. Her hands were balled into tight fists as she began to beat them senselessly against the concrete wall of the factory they’d been holed up in for the past two months.

She ignored the initial pain and the blood as it began to trickle down between her clenched fingers. The only thing that stopped her was his arms as they went around her, forcing her arms to her side and pinning them until she gave in and fell to her knees. She turned in his arms, burying her face into his neck and shoulder.

“I’m so goddamn sick of losing people. I can’t lose you, Shane. I can’t.” She sobbed until her body was completely spent and went lax against him.

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“Wanna bet?” Shane gave a soft snort, ending it with a smirk in her direction.

Carol rolled her eyes. She shifted on the makeshift bed she’d made for herself on the vet’s office floor. She’s insisted he take the couch because of his injury, but his smartass mouth was causing her to reconsider. “You’re in no shape to be showing me up, Shane, so can it.”

He frowned as he tried to get as comfortable as he could. “I’m in fine shape,” he mumbled as he laid his head on the arm of the couch and closed his eyes. “I’m just a little banged up.”

“A stab wound is not a little banged up.” She pushed herself up on her arms and glared at him. “If you are going to insist on talking and not sleeping, I’m going to go find somewhere else to sleep.” She was beyond exhausted, and Shane was really starting to get on her nerves.

“You wouldn’t…”

She let out a frustrated growl and started to stand up, but his hand caused her to topple over onto him. She narrowly avoided doing even further damage to his wound and caught herself with her hand on the back of the couch. “What the hell?” she hissed as she tried to quickly get up and off of him.

But he held her in place. “Where you going in such a hurry?” He couldn’t help but stare at her lips. He’d seen the kindness in her as she had patched him up, and she had saved his life back on the farm. She didn’t have to do that. Not after he had been an asshole to her and everybody else.

“Shane, you’re hurt…”

“So you keep tellin’ me, darlin’.” He lifted himself up on his elbow and caught her cheek gently before slipping his hand to the back of her head and pulled her mouth down to his. “Hurt ain’t dead, Carol.”

Their lips met, and she melted into him. Her body felt like a puddle of goo, but she still tried to be mindful of his injury so she didn’t hurt him further. As their lips parted after a brief moment, she met his eyes. “We should try and sleep.”

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Charley's morning hadn't gone as planned. In reality, he'd gotten a decent start, but things went downhill fast. He frowned as he finally managed to get Samantha to pick our her breakfast dish, then that frown deepened when he realized that she was ditching him for the few of her friends that were still in the mess hall.

Deciding to suck it up, he sat down at an empty space and began to eat his portion of bland oatmeal with a few, fresh-ripened strawberries. He wiped his mouth with his napkin and smiled as someone joined him at the table. "Mornin'." He hadn't mastered the art of knowing when someone wanted to be left alone. He'd always been the first to talk and that didn't change because the world ended.