A/N:: Hey guys! I am having a hard time trying to pick up on my other story "Sophia" so I wrote this while it was still fresh in my head. :) This occurs in some time of Season 3 where Glenn and Maggie havn't been tooken by Merle and Lori is still alive and pregnant. :) Also, Merle is not at woodbury, in this story, Merle is just out on his own, he never was found and tooken into Woodbury. Hope you understand what i'm trying to say, and hope you like it!

Carol looked out into the field ahead. She was on watch with Glenn -who was sleeping-. Still not used to living in the prison, Carol offered taking watch with Glenn so she could get outside and enjoy the warm air. She leaned against the railing, hand-gun in her pocket. She closed her eyes and breathed in the scent, letting out a soft sigh. Glenn was far from awake and the kid needed some hours of sleep, he hadn't slept at all in the past week, keeping watch and trying to clear out the fields. Since they found out about Woodbury, Glenn won't close one eye. But now he was, it made Carol happy. He's getting rest and who knows when he's gonna wake up.

Just the day before they we're picking room-mates. And now she was bunking with a redneck hunter who she had something for. He was the one to decide to bunk with her, giving a excuse of her 'needing someone to help defend her' which she knew that was just a excuse to get the smiles and raised eyebrows from carrying on gossip. And Daryl knew damn well, Carol knew how to use a gun and knife and she could defend her self anytime. She was in the watch tower right now with a gun. She just had to escape, always stepping into their cell, first thing she sees is his stuff and sometimes crossbow. Always giving her a shiver and remembering his blue-eyes. He wasn't a deep sleeper either, he woke up whenever she decided to leave their cell, always grumbling and asking where she was going, her only excuse was she had to pee. She made sure to stay tight up against the wall while his sleeping form laid sprawled out on the bed next to her own. His head usually looking her way, eyes closed and soft breathing. He usually muttered in his sleep, once or twice even shuffling around a lot and raising his voice, odviously having a nightmare. Only once did Carol wake him up, he was starting to scream, tossing and turning as fast as ever and whenever he opened his mouth, her name would come out in a fearful voice. She woke him up and he was breathing hard and sweating, he would stare at her for a eternity before telling her he was fine and going back to sleep. She hardly slept most the time, stayed up a lot watching him sleep and listening for any noises outside the cell.

Carol sighed and then something caught her eye. A walker- no a human. He limped and had blood covering his clothes but he looked fine and ok, his eyes gleamed with pride and he had very short greyish hair and a devilish smirk played upon his face, then she noticed it, his hand. His right hand. It was missing. A bloody old cloth was tightly wrapped around the stump, and it seemed to have stopped bleeding, but instantly she knew who it was. The smirking man walking slowly towards the fence, a hunting knife in his one hand and in his belt was a bullet-less gun. He had no ammo and only could kill up close with the knife, unless thrown..But this man would cause trouble, conflict. Disturb people and cause one man to do whatever to get him to stay with them or leave with him. That man was Daryl, his younger brother. His only brother and relative still living and well. And this man, this man was Daryl's older brother. The owner of, now Daryl's, motorcycle and he came for one thing, his brother. But the gleam in his eye showed he wanted revenge. This man was blood to Daryl and Daryl loved him, he knew how much of a threat Merle was but he couldn't let him go, couldn't and won't let him die. He knew he deserved it but didn't want it to be done, he deserved to die, but Daryl couldn't live with the fact of watching him die, seeing him dead. As a walker or not.

This man, Daryl's older brother was only one person to them. Only one name he had and lived up to, that this man is,

Merle.

A/N:: WOW. That was short, but I thought it would be boring to just hear Carol thoughts and all, so here. :) I want to continue this but don't want to forget about my other Fanfic, so please tell me what you think, if you guys REALLY want to know more about what happens when Carol comes face-to-face with Merle..then please tell me in your review. :) SOOOO,

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