Daryl watched Carol as she slept, a small smile on his lips. Pride. That's what he was feeling. He found her when all seemed lost. He never expected to find her behind that door, the door he thought a walker was behind, but there she was, dehydrated and tired. Her eyes flickered open after a moment, her eyes finding his, a sweet smile spreading across her face. "Hey." her voice cracked a little, but it was still the same sweet Carol voice.
"Hey." was all Daryl could say. He didn't know what to say to her.
"I'm really happy you're back"
"Glad yer safe."
"I love you."
Daryl stopped. He had no idea where that came from.
"Thought we lost ya, but damn it seems like you have nine lives or some shit. Like a damn cat." he chuckled. The way things had been, it seems like they were in constant danger. The night at the quarry when the walkers attacked, the herd coming through the highway. Then there was the farm where she was almost bit as the walkers closed in on her, boxing her in against the barn walls; almost being walker chow until he came up and saved her.
Carol cracked a small smile. "Seems like we all have nine lives, don't we?"