New chapter! This is a cute, kinda angsty one that I think you guys will enjoy. Please make sure to leave a favorite, follow, and/or a review.

This one is set in an alternative reality, one where Alexandria, Hilltop, and the Kingdom was completely destroyed and only a few survivors made it out, including Daryl and Carol. These are actually my favorite stories to write about. Anyway, enjoy.


Chapter Two: A Small Moment

After helping set up the abandoned cars into a large circle and going on a quick hunt, Daryl finally returned back to their new camp, frustrated with himself. He hadn't been able to catch anything. It took him mere seconds to locate Carol, who was sitting in the back of an old Subaru, sewing one of his shirts up with the meager amount of thread she had.

She smiled when she saw him, setting her work aside and shuffling to the other side of the car so that Daryl could join her. Reaching for his calloused hand, she could sense that something was bothering him. "You okay?" she asked softly, snuggling into his side.

"Yeah," Daryl said tiredly, throwing his head against the seat and sighing. "Jus' couldn't get ya anything to eat. No game." Unconsciously, he pressed a gentle kiss to his girl's temple, wrapping his strong arms around her. "What 'bout you?"

"I found some sewing supplies in one of the vehicles," Carol explained, a feeling of safety washing over her. She loved being in his embrace. "Decided to patch up some of your clothing. The others didn't really need any help with anything." She frowned, noticing the heavy black circles underneath Daryl's eyes. "You look exhausted," she said, cupping his face gently.

"'M fine," the tracker replied, looking back at the rest of their group, who were getting ready for bed. Michonne was on watch for the night, sitting in front of the warm fire with her katana on her lap. He let out another breath, burying his face in the crook of Carol's neck. "I miss ya," he murmured, placing his hand on her stomach, their signal for when either one of them wanted sex.

Thankfully, Carol wanted it, too.

It was quiet, but it was full of passion. By the time they were finished, the cold didn't even bother them anymore. They were both covered in sweat, lying beside each other with a thick blanket covering them up. Carol was pressed up against Daryl's chest, playing with his crooked fingers. When she looked up at him, she grinned, pressing her lips to his own.

"I love ya," the man mumbled sleepily, squeezing her. "Ya know that, right?" He trailed his thumb down her cheek, memorizing the feeling of her soft skin.

Nodding, Carol brushed some stray hair out of his face. "I know," she whispered. "And I love you. I love you so much."