Daryl Dixon was not a fan of change. Of course, he'd gotten used to a lot of change ever since the dead had started walking, but that didn't mean that he had to like it. He knew without a doubt that bringing the people of Woodbury back to the prison was an excellent idea. Having more people would help lighten the workload considerably, giving Daryl and the others a chance to relax for once. The group seemed to be full of healthy, young adults, but Daryl noted that there were a lot of elderly and several other children to be taken care of.
Daryl knew that he should be more excited about the group expanding, but instead he found himself dreading life in the prison. He already felt like a caged animal half the time, anyway. With nearly fifty new people moving in, he knew he would be feeling down right claustrophobic after awhile. He wasn't sure if he was ready for screaming children, cranky old folks, or chatter boxes looking to engage him in a conversation.
Daryl watched as Rick played tour guide for the new people, taking them around the prison grounds, telling them which spots were safe and which were to be avoided. He didn't envy the man that job and decided he would hide in the shadows, lest he be forced to engage in any kind of social interaction at all.
"Are you okay?" Someone asked from behind him. He flinched and turned around briskly, ready to knock out whoever had come to bother him. He was sure that it was some newbie thinking that they could chat him up.
He relaxed when he realized it was Carol. He would never admit it out loud, but he was always glad to see her whenever she graced him with her presence. In a world full of change, Carol was the one consistent thing in his life. She was always there for him, even when he sometimes didn't want her to be. She gave him just the right amount of space but never let him get too far into his own head.
"I'm fine," He replied a little harshly, turning back around to watch Rick and the Woodbury crowd.
"Isn't it wonderful?" She asked, coming to stand beside him. They both stood in silence for several seconds, watching Rick and the group as they walked along the fence.
"What?" He asked confused.
"The people from Woodbury," She replied, smiling. He looked over at her and took note of how nice she looked with the sunlight shining on her face and her lips turned up in an easy smile.
Carol continued, "We have a chance at a new beginning now. With the Governor gone and more people to help out around here, we can start turning this place into a real home. Hershel and some of the others have already talked about starting a garden on the grounds to grow fresh vegetables, and some of the men were going to go on a run for furniture and toys for the kids. Everything's so exciting, don't you think?"
Carol turned to face Daryl, her face lighting up at the words she'd spoken. He could see the wheels turning in her head and knew she had her own ideas about how to make the prison more like a home. Daryl gave her a rare smile and nodded his head. Carol had been through so much: an abusive husband, the death of her daughter, the deaths of many in the group. Still, she had faith that everything would work out and that the prison really could become a home for them.
Daryl decided that he too should have the same faith as the tiny woman beside him and embrace this new beginning with open arms and the changes, both good and bad, that would follow.