Now this is my first fan fiction ever. I can't tell you how many Daryl/Carol stories I've read on here, but it's enough to be labeled obsessed. I've had my own idea for one for the longest time, and I felt like I should take a chance on writing. I have to thank LexiieWuncler, for being my Beta. Well I don't have to, but I really want to. She made me feel reassured about publishing this. So thanks again!

So now I hope you enjoy. If you do, please let me know, because it's your words that will make me go on with the story. :)

Chapter 1

His words kept circling in her head.

"What do you want?"

"A man of honor."

"Rick has honor."

She hadn't meant for it to come out like that, but it did, and it made her feel terrible. She had basically spit on Daryl, insisting he had no honor, even after all he had done. Done for her. She sighed, shaking her head, trying to erase the thoughts. She looked behind her, at Daryl, who was up on a rock, taking the first round of watch. She knew he was avoiding her gaze, his fixated on the fire. She sighed and turned back and looked around at the group, noticing the detachment, the missed feeling of family, that this group had only a few days ago. Even though they were all huddled around the now dying fire, there was a sense of separation in the air. She too, felt the same way. Rick was a man the group was supposed to look up to. He had kept the secret of everyone being infected from them, as well as killing Shane, but everyone knew Shane was becoming a bigger issue than they could afford right now, and it was a matter of time, but there had to be another way than killing him. She shook her head again, trying to escape all these bad thoughts. But she couldn't help but thinking of Lori in the midst of all of this. She saw how Lori had spaced her and Carl away from Rick. She knew that Lori had loved Shane, and there was the possibility that she was pregnant with his child. Her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of shoes shuffling. Everyone was moving off into separate areas around the fire, but trying to stay close to the source of warmth. Everyone was tired, including Carol, but her thoughts just kept smashing into the front of her head. She sighed and also laid down near the fire. Her back towards everyone else, her eyes fixed on Daryl. She knew he knew she was looking at him, and he finally looked her in the eyes. She smiled apologetically, again, and he just gave a small nod in response. She was upset, knowing that he was still angry, and she turned and stared into fire that was now ember, contemplating whether or not she should get up and apologize. She decided against it, knowing he'd rather be alone. She pulled her knees up to her chest, and held herself. She closed her eyes and fell into a dreamless sleep.

Daryl looked out towards the woods, wishing he could go out hunting right now, even in the dark. He felt like he needed to escape everything right now. The drama of the group, this fucked up world, his thoughts. Well thought. Daryl couldn't understand why it bugged him this much, but he wasn't this pissed off since Carol had come to his part of the camp after Sophia's funeral. Even though Carol told him to "Go ahead" then, he still was angry, with her, and with himself. Now, he was just angry with her.

"A man of honor." She had said.

He knew he was no man of honor, but damn! Did she have to throw it in his face? He laughed at himself. Why did he care what that damn woman thought?

"Aww. Baby Darylina showin his feelings again. Why you even with them still? They don't care about ya ass. Only me baby brother." Merle's laughed echoed in his ears. Daryl couldn't help but laugh at himself. He couldn't answer the unasked question. Not out loud at least. Daryl's head shot up when he heard something. He looked around, when he noticed it was Carol. She was huddled near the fire, holding herself. She had turned towards him, and he squinted, and seen that Carol was still asleep, but she was shivering. He sighed and got up, leaving his bow on the rock. He walked towards Carol, shrugging off his jacket. He lightly draped the jacket over Carol's torso. He stood over her longer than he should. He noticed a small smile forming on Carol's face. He froze up for a minute, before realizing that she was still asleep. He turned back towards his post, a small smile curving on his face, walking back.

Again, thanks for reading. I hoped you enjoyed this, and if you did then please let me know. Thanks again. :)