028. Attentive

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Too much has happened for her to quit now.

Hunks of dead, gory skin hangs off Negan's barbed wire, soaking in too-warm crimson.

Daryl finds her like this, limping in the woods and with his bulletproof vest gone, her entire mouth and left cheek yellow-and-green mottled, bruised.

He nearly drops his gun to embrace her, quickly and roughly, shoving his face into Carol's blood-flecked, sweaty throat and quivering like he's crying. "The Saviors… they took you… I thought…"

Carol feels her lips tilt upwards, dragging her empty hand over his skull, cradling him in.

"And I took me back," she replies hoarsely.

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The Walking Dead isn't mine. MY CHILD. I LOVE CAROL. I LOVE HER AND HER POOKIE. Apparently people find this ship weird? which is bullshit and they're hardcore missing out. I've been blessed by Caryl all of the time. SHOUT IF YOU LOVE CARYL! Any comments/thoughts appreciated! Thank you!