A/N:: This one goes out to my crazy beautiful cat-lover bestie Megan, (who LOVES things that make me cry...) who wanted one where Carol get's but on a spot that can't be cut off and Daryl has to put her out, and yeahhhh. Sad by hey this is Megan, she loves sad things...why? WHO THE FUCK KNOWS. BUT I'M GONNA CHASE HER AFTER THIS AND STUFF A DEAD SQUIRREL DOWN HER THROAT AND A ARROW UP HER ASS...ok, rant done, but yes, this is a VERY sad one, you've been warned. Get the tissues, major character death and despression...but it's not exactly how she asked it, like she get's bit but he doesn't find her with the bite, like...well, you'll see.

oh, also, Megan wanted the sad Caryl song 'Hymn for the missing' by Red, to be used with this one, so brace yourselfs, it just got a whole fucking lot sadder. Dammit Megan...*cough* anyways, let's start this, already in pain from my sprained ankle thats jacked up and i'm crying as I write this...so let's GO. Writing down...with tears down my face. woop woop. sad Caryl...agjfrngjrer, *weeps*

Dedicated to Megan (of course, I love her as a sister and won't see her for a while...so sad) and to Yazzy x...because well, just BECAUSEEEE.

Peeling gashes of rotten dark green skin burns like fire, curling around the edges of the wound, black puss flowing out with dark sticky blood following, rolling down the forearm of a female walker. Blood gushing more as it moved his arm, the wound opening more. A gun shot wound inflicted by a miss spot by a panicing woman who seemed to be being chased by the female walker. It's blonde blood-stained dirty hair falling out and his teeth cracking at times as it chopped, making its hunger obvious as it looked it's prey over again, yellow clouded eyes scanning the horrified woman as she let a paralyzed scream out that only made the walker want her more, shuffling it's rotten feet as the gash spread once again. The woman dropped her gun, out of bullets as she tried to pull out her knife, it was stuck on her belt, fuck. The woman growled as it neared her. Where was the wizzing sound of a arrow to come and kill the demon trying to eat her and save her from this horror? Where was HE? Where was the gruff sound of a pissed redneck saving the woman who had become his best friend. Where was the shy hunter who saves her ass every time? Where was the jealous sonuvabitch who had scars like her? Where was the man of her every dream? Where was the man who she loved deeply, but he didn't know? Where was HE?

A high pitch squeal ripped the air with horror and dispair as skin ripps and tears, blood squirting and oozing, pain ripping and zipping through the soul of a paniced scared woman awaiting her knight in armor to save her, but this time it was too late. The man she had been waiting for had not shown and the damage was done, this was the moment it happened, really happened. The skin of her forearm burned with unwanted sensations of pain and fury as it fired up a tornado, blood still going. It was too late.

Time was passing quickly as she took her buck knife and stabbing the walker in the shoulder with the knife, tick tock tick tock. Time was leaving, it could already be too late as she went to the ground with the demon of her wounds, she grunted heavily as she took the knife out and stabbed the walker over and over in the head, she screamed and had tears following, blood spraying, her own blood coming from her wound. She got up and fell back, her arm spasming with agony. She cried with pain as rushes of agony took her again. She tried to get up but the weight of the situation took her lower, the time was running out! Tick tock, tick tock. No no no. She couldn't let this happen. She got up with a paralyzing cry and wiped her knife off on her pants in a hurry to get the walker blood off. When it was clean of blood, she lined it up with her injuried arm, inches above the wound, in the space right between the wrist and elbow. She took a deep breath and brought the weapon down, pain seeking through as pain sprayed and agony scratched her, she scream out over and over, hot tears flowing and blood dripping off her wound. She took it down again, then again, a few more times. She was getting dizzy, tipsy from the pain. She took a deep breath, droping the knife and kicking her lost limb away from her, she gasped in pain again, agony taking her as she scrambled to rip a piece of her shirt off. She put pressure on the stump with the shirt piece, gritting her teeth with pain once again, she took deep breaths and fumbled to wrap it around what was left of her arm, she sighed as she used her teeth to tie it in a knot.

She fell back, her head hitting cold cement walls as she laid back, her head spinning and her mind racing, she doubled over and threw up everything in her stomach, pain aching her body again as she laid back. Why didn't he come? She was getting dizzy again and she was seeing double, she gasped loudly as agony rippled her. She closed her eyes and cried herself to sleep, the last thing on her mind was Daryl as she fell into a restless painful slumber.

I tried to walk together
But the night was growing dark
Thought you were beside me
But I reached and you were gone

It had been one days since Carol went missing. Daryl was a mess, he thought she was beside her that afternoon, running with him to the watch tower but she had got split, chased by walkers into a place he didn't know of. He had cried, cried over her like he did with Merle. He pulled away hard, barking at anyone and everyone, blaming himself for her lost soul. But he knew this time she wasn't out there alive. He knew she couldn't of survived that. If anything, she's a walker out there. But he still wanted to search, to make sure. He would look in the tombs every afternoon when no one knew, searching till it got too dark.

But day one was horriable, there was no one our there for him to live for, no one who cared for him like he cared for them. Hell, no one he really cared about lived anymore! Fuck the group, he hadn't cared a drop for them as much as he did for Merle or Carol. Rick, yeah he was his partner in crime, but he would leave him without a second thought or sorrowful moment. No sad good-bye, he still flinched when Rick touched him or tensed when he got too close.

Sometimes I hear you calling
From some lost and distant shore
I hear you crying softly for the way it was before

Sometimes, at night, he thinks he can hear Carol, hear her calling his name desperately asking him to find her, after he would search he would lay down only to be greeted with a haunted terrified voice that would ask for help, call him out with despair and pleads. Then a voice of his father telling him what all he did wrong, he didn't save Merle, didn't save whoever that bitch Carol was, didn't do anything. He was worthless as always. He pulled away more each night, believing his father but Carol's depressing screams and cries for him wouldn't leave his every dream. What had he done? He would cry before finally falling into a sorrowful sleep.

Where are you now?
Are you lost?
Will I find you again?
Are you alone?
Are you afraid?

Day two was even worse than the first, he would not let anyone get close, he even aimed his crossbow at a few people, including Glenn, he would shoot near by others to scare them off. He would shout and flip them off, glaring daggers, daring them to come closer. He would still hunt, every morning he woke up with a haunted look on his face. Every night he usually had nightmares, he would shout for Carol and thrash around but she wasn't here anymore. He would leave and drop off meat at the foot of the watch tower for morning watch for them to bring in, he still fed them but he also fed himself, he wouldn't eat anything they gave him and they stopped bringing him food soon after they realized when he was doing. No one could get to him anymore, not even Rick. Glenn once tried to see if bringing Judith would help but it didn't, it made him more pissed. He spead most the day watching out at the trees and just thinking, other times taking his anger out on walkers and stabbing his make-shift bed with his knife. He had moved to the far watch tower, the other tower they didn't use. They had a sex tower they didn't use and this one, the one they didn't clean out. He cleaned it out and bedded down in it.

Are you searching for me?
Why did you go? I had to stay
Now I'm reaching for you
Will you wait? will you wait?
Will I see you again?

By the afternoon it was getting hard, he got his crossbow and walked off to the tombs, in search of the woman he truely loved, the woman he never got to tell he loved. He entered with his knife at aim, crossbow on his shoulder. Looking around, he walked down halls till he entered a cell block he hadn't search yet. He heard something, shuffling, like feet being slid on the ground, not walker, not walking at all. But just someone rubbing their feet across the metal. He got his crossbow out and put his knife away, inching closer to the noise, when he rounded the corner and entered the cell. He dropped his crossbow and his eyes went wide.

You took it with you when you left
These scars are just a trace
Now it wanders lost and wounded
This heart that I misplaced

"Carol?" he whispered as he moved closer, kneeling down beside her. Her eyes flickered open, she groaned, shutting her eyes tight. She was in pain, there was blood everywhere, she was so pale, her forearm was missing, he thought for a moment, fiquring out what had happened, he sighed, why hadn't he been here. She lost a lot of blood. He watched her shallow slow breathing, she wasn;t doing good.

Her voice came out raspy and soft, "D-Daryl, it's too la-late. You ne-need to put-ut me, put me down.." blood was dripping from the side of her mouth and hot tears ran down her blooded hurt face, her eyes never opened again, "pl-please don't let m-me suffer"

"Ya gonna live!" He said, tears spring at his own eyes, he found her but she was suffering. Dying. What had he done? This was his own fault.

Carol weakly shook her head once and gathered all her left strength to open her eyes and look at him again, "I-I won't make it, Daryl, pl-please. Do this f-for me. I want-ant it to be...be you" she begged him weakly. Pain hitting her, she had started to get a fever a few moments before he came in, it had been too late, "I-I got a fe-fever"

Daryl was broke, she had a fever, it was too late, she wanted him to put her down. Tears started flowing down his face hard. This was it. He failed her and she had to go. Why couldn't he had made sure she was following before sprinting off? "Carol, i'm so sorry" he muttered.

Carol reached out for him and he took her head and squeezed it. She smiled, her eyes closed tighter, "do-don't be. I love you Da-Daryl and I al-always will"

"I love ya woman, please don' forget me" he put his forehead to the back of her palm, then kissed it softly, tears falling from his face onto her.

"I ne-never will. I will al-always be with you, in-in your heart. Do-don't forget me either pl-please" he could feel the pain in her voice, both from her words and her condition.

He shook his head softly, "woman ya the only one I will ever love. I ain't gonna go to no one else. Watch over me?" he looked at her paler face, god, he loved her.

She let a small smile inch, "I will. You-youre guardian an-angel" he nodded and she continued with a sad voice, "I gu-guess, my nine li-lives have ended"

"Ya so clumsy, ya used them all woman" he chuckled before feeling sorrow fill him again, looking at her face closer, trying to remember everything. He heard her grunt as she reached up to touch her cross, "take it"

"What?" He tilted his head as she spoke again, "take m-my cross and we-wear it. A pi-piece of me" he nodded and gently unhooked the necklace from her body, holding it in his hand, "Carol..." she shushed him and smiled, huming softly, "thank you f-for everything Dary-Daryl, now pl-please put m-me down before I-I turn, i'm w-weak"

He nodded and took out his gun, putting it to his temple. He hesitanted then took it away, kissing her lips softly, she feebly returned it and he let it linger before pulling away, "I love ya woman. I will have ya cross forever till I die to join ya"

She nodded slowly, "i'll be wai-waiting and wat-tching you. I love yo-you so much" she whispered, he sighed, "sorry Carol this happened" his voice was a whisper and in the next moment a shot rang out and she was gone. He looked at her for a while, just sat and watched her body. He took a sheet from the bunk beside him and wrapped it around her, putting his gun away and his crossbow on his shoulder. He picked up her limp body and carried her outside where he put her down. He looked around and started digging a grave outside the fence where T-Dog and Lori lay...and the mistaken grave for her other disappearance. After he was done, he put her in and filled it, putting Cherokee Rose's all around the grave and said last words to her, "I loved ya woman and I always will. I never got to tell ya it till it was too late and i'm sorry for that. I'm sorry I didn' save ya, I tried, I tried my hardest. I have the cross, 'm gonna wear it every day, never take it off for ya. Ya better be watchin' over me 'cause when I die I hope to see ya again and show ya how much I missed ya. I never will forget ya and I never will move on. Ya the only one I ever wanted and i'm sorry it took me this long to show ya that, only when it was too late...i'm so sorry woman for everythin' wrong I did to ya. I love ya so damn much!" Tears poured down his face as he stood up from the grave and walked back through the gate, closing it behind him.

That day Daryl Dixon openly cried for Carol in front of everyone, mourning her and never taking off the cross necklace. Touching the necklace everytime he woke up, always visiting her grave after a hunt, praying to her at night. Daryl Dixon still regretted ever being late to tell her his feelings, but he always loved her and always will.

A/N:: Ok, hope you like. Did this on free time! Next up, I will update Sophia since you guys need a update for it...I forgot to do it and instead updated Got a Problem which turned out great and all! haha. :) Anyways read and review, i'm crying over this...it wasn't THAT sad because I beat around the bush for it. Caryl on.