AN: hey guys trying to kick start after getting a lot of feels from last night. I have been blocked on twd so bad. Writing a lot of original stuff. I self published my first book! If anyone is interested I linked it on my Tumblr thejadehermit :) this is short but I wanted to end this three piece let me know what you think

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Chapter 20

She was sitting by herself, staring off into the sunset. The bench by the little bond was a piece of shit. Daryl wasn't sure why anyone would choose to sit there. But there she was. Staring off into the sky. Looking so alone it broke his heart.

"Carol" he whispered. She turned and saw him. Standing she wiped absently at her face and walked towards him.

"Hey." She said cautiously.

He hated it. Hated that she always seemed to be suffering. Hated that he couldn't make it better.

He put his head down and suddenly he couldn't stop it. His shoulders were shaking with his sobs. She ran to him, her hands on his arms. "Daryl?"

"I'm sorry, i'm sorry I said that shit." He murmured.

"I know."

Suddenly he enveloped her in a hug, so tight he was probably crushing her. "I'm scared. I ain't ever felt this way, and you're determined to get yourself killed and leave me, I can't loose you too." He said into her neck.

"I'm sorry too, I.." She started to say. She was crying to. Her voice hoarse.

"You'll promise to try. I know you can't make no gurantees for you're head to be on straight, but you'll try right? You'll go talk to Denise, hell I'll go with you and you won't go off all Rambo on a suicide mission. You'll try?" His last phrase sounded almost like a plea. He over her, to much to let her punish herself anymore. Enough was enough.

"I'll try."

He nodded palming both her cheeks. That's all he could really ask for her not to give up. On them, on him. He needed her so badly. "Love you too." He growled before his lips found hers.