Title: Being the Hero
Rating: T (language)
Summary: So as the adrenaline coursed through her blood, she frowned as she heard him grumbling under his breath about risking her life and being stupid and not needing to waste her time keeping his ass out of trouble.
A/N: This was kind of fun to write!
Carol wasn't used to being the one to save his life. It had always been the other way around. Even as far back as the farm. So as the adrenaline coursed through her blood, she frowned as she heard him grumbling under his breath about risking her life and being stupid and not needing to waste her time keeping his ass out of trouble. She hissed, "You should be nice to me. I just saved your life!"
Daryl glared at her and snorted. "Yeah? But you almost got yourself bit in the process." He reached for her, needing to see for himself (again) that she was unscathed. He grabbed her by the upper arms and shook her a little bit. "Think that shit's funny, do ya?"
She stomped her foot and pulled out of his grasp. "No, frankly, I do not!" She turned on her heels and picked up her rifle and pack and slung both over her shoulders. "Next time, I won't even bother. Get your ass killed. See if I give a good goddamn."
He felt rotten for being so angry at her, but what the hell had she been thinking? If something happened to her, and it was his fault, he'd never be able to live with himself. He sighed softly, rushing to catch up with her. He took her hand gently in his and stopped her movement. "Carol," he breathed. "I'm-I'm sorry."
She narrowed her eyes at him and sighed softly. "Still doesn't make it okay how you talked to me. It'll take more than an 'I'm sorry' for me to get over it. So this better be good, Daryl." She pulled out of his grasp and kept walking.