Daryl heard some rustling amongst the leaves behind a big bush just a few feet from where he stood. He went out to hunt for meat and froze as he heard the noise. He loaded his crossbow with an arrow as quietly as he could. He slowly inched closer to the source of the noise, armed and ready to attack just in case it was a walker. He pushed the bushes aside quickly and saw Carol instead.
"What the… Don’t you know I could have killed you?" Daryl said while lowering his weapon.
"I don’t care." Carol commented.
"So you have a death wish?"
"I just don’t see a point to living anymore." She said in a really depressed way.
"What the hell are you talking about now?"
"I was just here wondering, how it was like for my little girl to get turned into one of those things. Did it hurt? Was it quick?"
"So just because of that you want to try it out by sitting out here as walker bait? You disgust me." Daryl raised his voice.
"I couldn’t save the one thing which mattered most to me. Now she’s gone and you have no idea what it feels like!" Carol screamed.
"Oh yeah? Well my brother is out there too if you realize. So I totally know how you feel. But that doesn’t make me just sit around and wait for walkers to get me. If you really feel that it is the way, shooting yourself in the head is the right way. So don’t start all this crap about me not being able to understand it because just so you know, I went through hell just to help you find her just so you wouldn’t feel like this!"
"I…" Carol started.
"Listen, there was nothing you could have done to stop this. It isn’t your fault. Stop blaming yourself and move on with your life!" Daryl said.
Carol started sobbing into her palms. Daryl thought that his ‘tough love’ act pushed her over the edge. And out of all the things in the world, the only thing he couldn’t stand was the sight of a crying woman. He would always be unsure what he should do. He extended his arms and just hugged her. To his surprise, she hugged him back.
"I just miss her so much…" She said.
"I know." He sighed.
She started to calm down after a few minutes and they broke off from their hug. Daryl still felt guilty that he caused her to cry in the first place but was relieved to see her feeling better.
"We should go. It’s getting late." She said.
"Hell no! I haven’t caught a single thing yet." He protested.
"I don’t want anything to happen to you." She confessed, looking him straight in the eyes.
"I can take care of myself." He said, looking away.
"I know I wouldn’t be able to stop you. But please just be careful out there." She said, touching the side of his face.
"Who do you think I am? Them walkers won’t be getting me that easily."
"Then I should be getting back first." She let go and walked a few paces before he stopped her.
"Hey!" He called out for her. She turned around with a quizzical look.
"Why do you care what happens to me?" Daryl asked.
Carol didn’t answer. Instead, she gave him a smile as she walked up to him and kissed his cheek. She quickly turned around and headed back for camp, hoping that the kiss would be enough for him to understand the answer to his question.
A/N: Sorry if it seems out of character. But this was what I felt like writing. What do you think?