|Prove You Wrong
Author: DeceptiveDani PM
Carol wants Daryl to live up to what she knows he is capable of, but he's never had anyone believe in him. He just doesn't want to let her down again, in any way. Too bad he doesn't already know there's no way he could.Rated: Fiction T - English - Romance/Hurt/Comfort - Daryl D. & Carol - Chapters: 18 - Words: 38,063 - Reviews: 101 - Favs: 27 - Follows: 48 - Updated: 08-03-12 - Published: 04-29-12 - id: 8070291
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Two chapters in one week? I'm surprised myself, but I couldn't stop writing yesterday. Hope you enjoy.
Carol awoke to a throbbing pain all over and the bitter taste of blood in her mouth. Against her body's will, she sat up, trying to think, her mind protesting.
"Oh thank god you're alive!" a voice croaked from behind her. Looking around, she didn't recognize the place. She could tell she was underground though, having a harder time breathing than she expected.
"Where are we?" she asked.
"Not sure." She recognized the voice as Andrea's. "How are you?" her voice was filled with concern.
"Hurt all over. I taste blood, but I'm alive, so I can't really complain." She smiled in the emptiness.
"I wouldn't count on that yet. They got everyone. I don't know where the guys are, but Michonne, Lori, and Carl are here." Andrea informed her.
"What about Beth and Maggie?" Carol's voice cracked.
"A couple men came in and grabbed them up a couple hours ago. I don't know anything but apparently a man they call 'The Govenor' runs things." She told her.
"What do they want with us?" she asked.
"I don't know. They aren't saying much." Andrea said, wincing in pain
"Are you alright?" Carol asked, alarmed.
"Yeah. Tried to fight them last night, and I guess they didn't like that." Andrea laughed.
"I can't remember anything past going to bed." Carol told her.
"Be glad. I've heard screaming from next door. I think it's the guys or else they have more people prisoned here." She grimaced. Carol winced at the thought of more people being held here. The group was enough. Who was this Governor anyway?
Carol tried to stand, her whole body aching in protest.
"Are the others okay?" Carol asked, stretching as best she could. She heard the sound of metal rattling.
"Chained me up. Thought I might fight again. Right about that. Haven't been able to move. I think Lori's by me. Can't really tell though.
Carol felt her way towards Andrea. In the dimmest light she could see a gash on her cheek and some already-forming bruises all over her exposed skin. If she looked like this, Carol couldn't imagine how she looked.
"Not too bad. The bruising just makes it look worse." Andrea said. "Need to check on the others though." She told her.
Moving through the dark, Carol found her way to Lori.
"Lori." She shook the unconscious woman.
"It hurts." She whimpered.
"It's okay. How are you feeling? Are you and the baby okay?" Carol asked. She heard the woman shuffle a bit, before groaning in pain.
"I'm not sure. I don't feel any bleeding or anything. Whe-where's Carl?" she cried.
"Somewhere in here." Andrea answered.
"What happened?" the woman asked. Andrea filled her in as Carol found her way to Carl and Michonne. Michonne was awake, but her mouth was swollen where she couldn't speak. From what Carol could see, Carl only had a few bruises and cuts on him. Nothing too serious.
"What do we do?" Carl whined.
"Nothing. We can't do anything if we're stuck in here. We'll get out though." Carol assured him.
"How though? We have no weapons and no idea where we are." Andrea exclaimed.
"I have this." Carl whispered. Carol seen the glint of metal in the darkness.
"Carl, where did you get that?" his mother badgered.
"Andrea gave it to me." He confessed.
"To give back to Daryl, like a week ago! If we weren't in this mess, I'd kick the shit out of you little kid." Andrea exclaimed.
"Shh!" Carol said. "Yes it was stupid for him to keep it, but it might be able to help. What do we do now though?" she asked, taking the knife from Carl's possession.
"Wait until the guards come down again, attack, and then we go from there." Andrea offered.
"But who's going to do it?" she wondered.
"You have to. Carl's too small, Michonne can hardly move, Lori's pregnant, and I'm-"she went on to rattle her chains.
"But I can't I've nev-" she was cut off by the sound of a door creaking open. Bright light flooding the room, she seen Andrea mouth something but before she could do anything, a large man came in.
"Ah. Yer awake. C'mon get up!" the man yelled. Carol slipped the knife into her pants, standing up. The man grabbed her arm, pulling her hard with him. She looked back, praying it wasn't the last time she'd see them.
Daryl woke up shortly after being harshly tossed into a room. The room was bright; a TV sat in one corner, couches lining the wall opposite of it. A fireplace built into the front wall. The room looked familiar but the throbbing in Daryl's head stopped him from placing where. He stood, the room before him turning into a tornado of blurriness, causing him to crash back on the couch.
"Ah. Our guest has awoken." A voice rose from the back of the room. Managing another try, Daryl stood up, coming face to face with the voice.
"Who the hell are you?" Daryl spat, catching himself on the couch.
"Now now. Is that any way to speak to your beloved host? I am The Governor, and you are the ever so gruff Daryl Dixon."
"How the hell d-"
"Ways and means. I'm The Governor. If I need to find out something, I simply do research. I know your name as much as I know you are traveling with 10 others. My bad, nine. Lost a man?" the man smiled.
"He died." Daryl corrected.
"Ah." He snickered. "Well you still have nine able bodies, four which are quite lovely. I know you have five women, but pregnancy turns me off sadly. Maybe once she's carried to term?" the man gave a hearty chuckle.
"You are one sick sonabitch. Touch any one of 'em and I'll kill ya." Daryl yelled. He looked around the room, searching for his crossbow, eyeing it by a closed door.
"No need for threats now. For you sir, had stepped into my territory, and anything in my territory is mine." He explained coolly.
"What the hell are you talkin' 'bout?" Daryl's voice was rough. His mind was going 100 miles an hour. Who the hell was this guy? Why did he kidnap him? Why did he talk like he was giving some kind of speech? And where the hell we're his friends?
"I see that mind moving in there. I understand. I don't think capturing you and your friends was the best of ideas, but I seen your group, and you were getting too comfortable on my land. The town of Woodbury? It belongs to me. And you, well you were unwelcomed guests."
The burly man had pulled her up a pair of stairs that reminded her of the ones in the shed.
"Where are you taking me?" she demanded, causing the guard to backhand her.
"Just shut it and keep walking." He told her.
"Tell me where we're going." She said, continuing the trudge.
"The Governor wants to see you." He whispered to her.
"The governor? What for?" she asked. He stopped her and stared at her.
"Just do what he says." He told her gravely.
"What does tha-" he cut her off, pulling her forward.
"C'mon. I don't need him goin' off on me." He told her.
So she now sat in a bedroom, waiting for The Governor. She sat in a chair staring at the wall, until she heard a whimpering coming from the opposite side of the room. Looking around, she pulled out the knife.
Slowly walking over, she made her way to a door. Figuring it led to a closet, she opened the door harshly, finding a lift, like the old fashion hotel lifts. She closed the door, listening harder. The whimpering was now more of a cry, a familiar cry.
"Beth?" she called out. The crying got louder at the name.
"Beth, where are you?" Carol asked the emptiness. She followed the cry to the bed. She found Beth on the floor, tied up and crying.
"Oh my god Beth!" she cried. She pulled the girl onto the bed, untying her hands and removing the tape from her mouth.
"What happened?" she asked, hugging the girl. Shaking her head, Beth cried into Carol's shoulder.
"Shh. Shh. It's okay, but you need to tell me what happened."
Beth tried to hold back the tears, but they couldn't stop.
"He-he-he. Oh Carol." The girl cried harder.
"Alright. Shh. It'll be okay. I'll get us out." She reassured the girl.
"How?" she choked out.
"I have a plan, but you have to trust me. Now do you know where Maggie is?" Carol asked. Beth pointed to the wall behind them.
"Next door?" she asked. Beth nodded.
"Okay. I have an idea, but you need to trust me and be quiet. Can you do that?" Carol's voice was low and rash. Beth nodded, wiping at her face.
"Alright. So ya run this place, but how did we come into your "territory" as you put it? We ain't been but two places. Town seems awful small to need a Governor. Hell we don't even stay in the town!" Daryl exasperated.
"We hold base in the prison. Go to town when we need supplies, or other things." The Governor drifted off.
"How the hell. Wha' do ya mean the prison? We been stayin' in there almost two weeks." Daryl told him, cursing himself as he did.
"Exactly. But, you've been staying off in one of the staffing buildings on another part of the prison. Never went searching or anything, or we would have met sooner." He smiled. "But no matter. Good things come to those who wait, right?" continuing his smile.
"Wha' the hell do ya want? Want us to leave? Fine." Daryl headed for the door.
"No. If that was the case, do you think I would have went through all of this just to tell you to leave? I don't think so. No. I was looking for more of a…A teamup?" he nodded at his own words. Daryl grabbed his crossbow, pointing it at the strange man.
"Sorry. Don't play too well with others." Daryl smirked.
"Oh. Too bad." The man smiled, snapping his fingers. Before Daryl could blink, a pair of arms wrapped his behind his back.
"Now. I've got some business to attend to. While I'm gone, I'll hope you reconsider. Take him to the waiting room." He told the man. Daryl felt his feet dragging on the floor.
"Oh. I'll tell Carol you said hello." He smiled before disappearing. Daryl yelled a string of curses in The Governor's path.
"Governor has a friend he'd like you to meet." The goon told him. Daryl was still sputtering words at the long-gone Governor. The man threw him into a room, much like the one Daryl was just in, but someone else was in there.
"Who the fuck are you?" he asked the person's back.
"Well I'll be." The voice rose. Daryl's eyes went wide in shock. No. It couldn't be.
"If it ain't little old Darylina." The body spun around. Yepp. Sure enough.
I'm so happy right now. I didn't expect this chapter to go this way. I like it though. I liked Merle's character. Yeah he was a total dickwad, but he brought conflict and stuff to the table. We didn't really have too much of that until SuperDick Shane. But I hoped you enjoyed. And if you did, Ieave love please. Thanks :) *Off to watch PLL*