Post by melinda on May 11, 2013 11:03:27 GMT -6
ch 1
Daryl came back, half a man. His brother was gone, his only lifeline to civilization that he'd had left. Now what was the point of him going on?
Merle hadn't been perfect, but then again, who was? Rick was bat nuts crazy and Hershel had a stump of a foot. So what was left of the group? Daryl sure as hell didn't want to become leader, not now, not after what he'd had to do to his brother.
He couldn't get the image out of his mind. His brother, no longer his brother but a walker, feasting upon the dead flesh of something or someone, but it was his eyes that revealed the most. No longer were they the eyes of a human being but they were the eyes of a creature, not alive but not dead. Not for long, anyways.
Wiping the tears from his face, he knew there was one person who would understand, but he couldn't face her, not now. For too long she'd been the broken one, the damaged person, and it was only recently that Carol had begun to stand on her own two feet. If she were to see him like this, then she would pity him, and he couldn't take that, not from her anyways.
So it was with a heavy heart and an even heavier back from dragging his brother back to the prison for a proper burial that Daryl finally arrived. Of course, she was there. It was as if they had a sixth sense about each other, one that he didn't understand.
She looked at him, not with pity but with understanding. Without saying a word Carol picked up Merle's feet and helped Daryl drag him to a hidden spot in the field. She disappeared quietly then returned a few minutes later with a shovel, and then she began to dig.
"It should be me," Daryl commented as he took over. Carol said nothing, but closed her eyes as this was bringing back all too painful memories of her late daughter Sophia.
When it was all said and done, there was nothing left to be seen of Merle...Daryl had made sure of it.
Carol walked over and simply took Daryl's hand. She didn't say anything- she didn't need to. Words were spoken between them, even if not a verbal word was said. They'd come to share a bond that needed no words or explanation.
Finally she turned to walk away. He placed his hand on her shoulder.
"Thanks," Daryl muttered.
She leaned in and kissed his dirty, sweaty forehead, and smiled a quick smile. Then she left him alone, knowing better than anyone that that was what he needed the most.
There was so much he wanted to say to her; instead he let her go, knowing- hoping- there would be time. That Carol, she sure was something.
TBC
Daryl came back, half a man. His brother was gone, his only lifeline to civilization that he'd had left. Now what was the point of him going on?
Merle hadn't been perfect, but then again, who was? Rick was bat nuts crazy and Hershel had a stump of a foot. So what was left of the group? Daryl sure as hell didn't want to become leader, not now, not after what he'd had to do to his brother.
He couldn't get the image out of his mind. His brother, no longer his brother but a walker, feasting upon the dead flesh of something or someone, but it was his eyes that revealed the most. No longer were they the eyes of a human being but they were the eyes of a creature, not alive but not dead. Not for long, anyways.
Wiping the tears from his face, he knew there was one person who would understand, but he couldn't face her, not now. For too long she'd been the broken one, the damaged person, and it was only recently that Carol had begun to stand on her own two feet. If she were to see him like this, then she would pity him, and he couldn't take that, not from her anyways.
So it was with a heavy heart and an even heavier back from dragging his brother back to the prison for a proper burial that Daryl finally arrived. Of course, she was there. It was as if they had a sixth sense about each other, one that he didn't understand.
She looked at him, not with pity but with understanding. Without saying a word Carol picked up Merle's feet and helped Daryl drag him to a hidden spot in the field. She disappeared quietly then returned a few minutes later with a shovel, and then she began to dig.
"It should be me," Daryl commented as he took over. Carol said nothing, but closed her eyes as this was bringing back all too painful memories of her late daughter Sophia.
When it was all said and done, there was nothing left to be seen of Merle...Daryl had made sure of it.
Carol walked over and simply took Daryl's hand. She didn't say anything- she didn't need to. Words were spoken between them, even if not a verbal word was said. They'd come to share a bond that needed no words or explanation.
Finally she turned to walk away. He placed his hand on her shoulder.
"Thanks," Daryl muttered.
She leaned in and kissed his dirty, sweaty forehead, and smiled a quick smile. Then she left him alone, knowing better than anyone that that was what he needed the most.
There was so much he wanted to say to her; instead he let her go, knowing- hoping- there would be time. That Carol, she sure was something.
TBC
I am so glad that Carol was their for Daryl to help him deal with the death of his brother Merle. 
