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A woman's worth.	By : SpikesSlayer08 Category: S through Z > The Walking Dead Views: 4517 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 7
Stay with me.
After the shot rang out in the dead of night putting Dale to a peaceful rest, Carol moved away from the group unable to bring herself to look at Dale’s lifeless form. She wasn’t angry at Daryl or Rick, there was nothing they could do; by the time they got to Dale, the damage was already done, shooting him was the merciful thing to do.
By the time she reached the farm, she could see Sophia on the front porch with Carl, Beth and Jimmy. She ran to her mother throwing her arms around her tightly, sobbing hysterically into her mother’s chest.
Carol saw Carl move to run out to the field, she couldn’t stop herself from yelling at him telling him to get back in that house and stay there till Lori and Rick got back. She felt bad as she watched the boy’s chin tremble, tears springing to his eyes as he stormed back into the house but she knew it was the right call. What if more walkers were about and he went running off into the night? It was too dangerous and it was time he realized that.
She picked up Sophia, carrying her to the RV and walking inside; looking around everything screamed Dale and she couldn’t stop the tears that fell. She sat on the bed with Sophia wrapped tightly around her, rocking her gently she shushed her, trying to calm her, humming a lullaby in her ear to try and sooth her. It was about ten minutes later that Daryl walked in, putting his bow on the table and moving to stand in the bedroom doorway to look at them.
“The gun fire woke her up, she thought we were being attacked by walkers,” Carol explained. He nodded seeing Sophia’s tear stained face looking up at him, eyes puffy and red from crying so much and he felt his heart break seeing her so sad.
“Is there anymore walkers? What if they heard the gun fire?” she spoke fearfully, her voice begging him for reassurance. He moved kneeling in front of them, holding her little hand in his.
“Hey don’t think like that alright, besides me, Rick and Shane had a good look around the farm and we didn’t find any more walkers and you’re here in a locked RV with me and what did I tell you?”
“You’ll keep us safe,” she sobbed softly.
“That’s right and I always keep my word.” She nodded slipping from her mother’s arms and shocking them both as she wrapped her arms tightly around Daryl’s neck hugging him.
“Thank you Mr Daryl,” she whispered into his neck, he nodded unsure what to do or say.
“Time for bed,” he spoke moving her to her mother and moving back into the kitchen but her small voice stopped him.
“Will you stay here… with us, I mean in the RV? I would feel safer.” He turned looking at her.
“I’m not going anywhere kid.” She smiled crawling up the bed and slipping under the covers. It was around ten minutes later that he heard Carol get up from the bed; looking up from his seat at the table he saw her shut the door to the bedroom moving to sit across from him.
“Is she sleeping?” he asked.
“Yeah,” she sighed nodding. “I don’t know how you do it, you have a way of calming her.”
“What?” he looked up confused.
“She was in here with me for ten minutes before you came back and the whole time I was trying to calm her down with no success, but you come in, say you going to keep her safe and she sleeps… you’re her hero,” she smiled.
“I didn’t do nothing special,” he muttered.
“You’re wrong,” she whispered. “You make her feel safe and that is everything.” He smiled softly nodding. She took a deep breath, wondering if she should ask and knowing she needed to.
“What did you guys…? I mean… Dale…,” she stammered unsure how to get the question out.
“We moved him near the barn and covered him up; we’re going to bury him in the morning near Hershel’s family, having a small service.” She sighed nodding.
“Good, that’s good,” she whispered glad they were going to take the time to honour Dale; if anyone deserved it, he did.
“Are you disappointed in me?” The question left his lips before he could stop it, he looked down embarrassed with himself. He could almost hear Merle laughing at him and calling him a pussy but Carol’s next words quieted Merle’s mocking laugh.
“No, I’m proud of you.” He looked up surprised. Grasping his hand in hers, she looked him in the eyes. “You did something the others couldn’t, Dale was in agony and if we are right about scratches being as bad as bites he would have turned too and he wouldn’t have wanted that… you did the right thing.” He nodded feeling a weight get lifted; he would never be okay with Dale being gone. Dale was a good man, the voice of conscience; and the last thing he had wanted was Dale to suffer.
“Daryl, I want you to teach me how to use a gun or bow or knife or all of the above.”
“You don’t need to worry about that woman; I’ll keep you both safe.”
“I know that you will try.” His head shot up looking a little hurt. “Sometimes we’re alone when bad things happen, when evil finds us… Dale proved that tonight, Dale was alone,” she sighed. He nodded knowing she was right and it would kill him if anything like that happened to her or Sophia and they had to shoot them.
“Alright, we’re doing a town run in a few days, I’ll see if I can find some weapons for you and Sophia.”
“Oh no Daryl, I just meant me,” she replied shaking her head.
“Carol, she should be trained and armed.”
“She’s a child Daryl,” she argued not liking the thought of her daughter carrying around a gun.
“You said it, sometimes we are alone when evil finds us, wouldn’t you rather she be armed and know how to defend herself, than alone and defenceless?” He tried to reason with her.
“She was alone in the woods for two days with no training or weapons and she survived.”
“If I had been two seconds later she would be buried over with the Greene’s family,” he said; her head shot up at this.
“What? You told me you found her hiding in a cupboard in a house,” she gasped.
“She had been hiding in a cupboard but when I got there she heard slow shuffling footsteps and thought it was a walker and ran outside to hide,” he explained.
“It was you?”
“Yeah, I was moving slowly, making sure to check all the rooms for walkers, when I realized she had been in the cupboard and recently, I ran outside and called for her, she came around the corner of the house but there was a walker right behind her,” he told her seeing the fear in her eyes. He had never told her this before, figuring she didn’t need to know how close a call it had been. “She didn’t even hear it,” he whispered.
“Oh my god,” Carol gasped trying to fight to tears off.
“I yelled at her to run and I killed it but if I hadn’t been there or if I had been two seconds slower…”
“She would have been bit,” Carol whispered realisation dawning on her just how close she came to losing her little girl.
“Yes,” he nodded looking at her.
“Okay but if we are going to arm her I want her to realize that weapons aren’t toys and they’re to be respected.”
“She’s a good kid Carol, smart, she knows the dangers.” She nodded sighing, knowing he was right.
The next morning they had laid Dale to rest. Sophia had sobbed into her mother’s side as they lowered him into the ground. Rick had talked about them pulling together and not apart, honouring Dale’s memory and she knew he was right they needed to stick together.
After the service, everyone had gone about their day to day duties; she knew Rick had decided to free Randall with the help of Daryl but far, far from the farm. Then Daryl, Shane, Andrea and T-Dog had gone out to look for the place where the walker had got in.
Sophia and Carl sat near Lori helping her make lunch as Carol moved around the other side of camp to hang the wet wash up on the line. She was hanging the sheets when she saw him standing near her; she tried to stay calm and show no fear.
“What do you want Ed?” she sighed continuing to hang the clothes.
“I just wanted to see if you were alright, I know Dale was important to you,” he spoke softly moving to stand next to her.
“Yes he was but I’m fine,” she answered sharply moving fast to hang the last of the clothes up, wanting to get away from him.
“Carol can we please talk?” his voice begging her but it barely got a reaction out of her; she had been here and done this before with Ed. He would beat her then be sorry, but she was done with it all.
“We have nothing to talk about,” she replied coldly.
“Please Carol I just want my family back,” he begged. “I love you.” She couldn’t stop herself from laughing out loud.
“Love?” she spat. “You don’t know the first thing about loving someone,” she hissed, grabbing the now empty basket and moving away from him but he grasped her arm with bruising strength, forcing her to look at him.
“Now hang on a minute, you think you can just walk away from me?,” he spat. She jerked her arm free from him, knowing it would be bruised by tonight but ignoring the pain that shot through her arm when she jerked away.
“Why not? I did before the world went to hell,” she spat.
“You came with me that day, bring us back together.”
“Are you kidding me? I was scared for me and my daughter, the dead were rising and trying to eat the living… that was the only reason we got into the car with you that day,” she informed him. “You and I are through and you would do well to remember that,” she hissed turning to walk away from him again.
“You fucking bitch!” He yelled at her, she turned to look at him as he stepped closer. “Is this because of that fucking redneck? You think I don’t see how you look at him? You know you’re nothing more than a willing body for him, he’ll never love you. You’re just his fucking whore,” he snarled at her but she just smiled.
“I would rather be his whore than your wife!” she hissed. She saw it coming as he raised his hand to hit her but then she saw the bow come into view over her shoulder aimed at Ed’s head.
“Give me one reason not to kill you now,” Daryl spat at him.
“Sorry, I’m sorry,” Ed stammered raising his hands in defeat and scampering away like the weasel he was. Carol shook her head at how pathetic he was, turning to face Daryl.
“Thanks,” she whispered.
“What did you mean when you said you left him before the world went to hell?” he asked confused. She sighed taking a deep breath as they slowly walked back to the RV.
“About six months before the world went to hell Ed and I got into one of our many fights and to punish me, he hit Sophia and broke her arm, it was the one and only time he ever laid a hand on her and I left him. Moved Sophia and I into a small apartment a few towns over, I went back to teaching and filed for divorce,” she told him stopping in front of the RV. He smiled proudly at her.
“You were a teacher?”
“Yeah I taught dance.”
“Really? He smiled raising his eyebrow. “What kind of dance?” She laughed at the smile on his face.
“Ballet,” she laughed shaking her head at him.
“So if the world didn’t go to shit you two would be divorced by now?” he asked more seriously.
“Well almost, there was a twelve month waiting period but I wasn’t going back to him, hit me fine but touch my child and all bets are off.” He smiled proudly at just how strong she really was, moving forward he cupped her cheek.
“By the way, you’re not my whore,” he told her shaking his head. “You’re my woman,” he whispered huskily, moving forward and pressing his lips to hers gently, not caring who saw. She couldn’t help but smile up at him as they parted, but their once sweet moment was shattered at what they heard next.
“He’s gone, Randall’s gone,” he heard T-Dog yell. They both moved fast, heading towards the barn.
“Sophia, Carl get in the house and stay there I mean it,” Carol yelled following Daryl to the others.
“Cuffs are still hooked, he must have slipped out of them,” they heard Rick say as he came out.
“Is that possible?” Carol asked feeling panic burn through her.
“It is if you have nothing to lose,” Andrea sighed stepping out.
“Door was secure from the outside,” Hershel pointed out, things just didn’t add up but before she could say anything Shane came out of the bushes face bloody, screaming how Randall snuck up on him and hit him, took his gun.
“Alright Hershel, T-Dog get everybody back in the house, Glenn, Daryl come with us,” Rick ordered, everyone started moving.
“Just let him go; that was the plan wasn’t it to just let him go,” Carol spoke trying to stay calm.
“The plan was to cut him loose far away from here, not on our front step with a gun,” Rick replied. She knew he was right but she couldn’t stop herself from reaching out and grabbing Daryl’s arm.
“Don’t go out there, you know what can happen,” her voice begging. He cupped her cheek, kissing her on the forehead.
“I’ll be fine woman, now get in the house and keep that little girl of yours safe, wait for me, I’ll come back I promise.” She nodded as he moved away with the other men.
“Get everybody back in the house, lock all the doors and stay put,” Rick yelled as the others led them back towards the house. Carol prayed he would be alright but she knew right now Sophia had to be her main concern. Daryl would come back; he always did.
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A woman's worth.