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Chapter 1

Daryl could not believe his eyes. Was he dreaming? Lord knows he had dreamt this a thousand times before but not like this. Never like this. Daryl rubbed his eyes. Was he hallucinating? He was known to hallucinate before. Either way, he was looking at the woman he loved and in any other situation this would be a dream come true, but not today.

Carol was in front of him, naked, curled into a ball in the cell with him. He could tell she had been crying, but she was asleep now. Sleep in this hellhole was an escape and he would not wake her. He took off his oversized grey sweatshirt and laid it on her to cover her modesty and keep her warm. Fuck she is beautiful. If this were any other situation, he would have felt like the luckiest man alive. He wished he was not so happy to see her, but he was. The thought of her had been what kept him alive. Just then the cell door opened and two dog food sandwiches were thrown inside. As the cell door slammed shut, he could see Carol stir and eyes opened. She looked directly at Daryl and started crying. As she sat up the grey sweatshirt slipped off of her and she was exposed to him again. Fuck. He averted his eyes and quickly picked up the sweatshirt while trying not to think about what he had just seen in front of him. He loved her and had imagined seeing her like this a thousand times before, but it was always her choice. What had these sick fucks done to her? He handed the sweatshirt to her.

"Put this on." Daryl said.

Before the sentence was over, Carol had put her arms around his neck and was hugging him.

"I found you." She whispered.

He could not take much more of this. Her body was pressed against him and he was only a man after all.

"Ugh…" Daryl groaned. "Carol, put this on please."

Carol took the large sweatshirt and put it on, but not before Daryl noticed the bruises outlined on her ribs and arms. What were the Saviors planning? Why was she in here with him? He had more motivation than ever before to get out of here and get her out of here.

"Are you okay? What have they done to you?" Daryl asked, afraid of the response he would get.

"I've been better." She joked. Daryl gave a slight smile.

"No, really. What have they done to you?" He asked again.

"They haven't raped me if that's what you want to know." She said without taking her eyes off of him.

He let out a sigh of relief. He had no idea what he would have done if they had touched her.

"How'd you get here?" He asked.

"I was looking for you. Michonne found me and told me what happened. I am so sorry I wasn't there. Michonne told me not to look for you by myself. I should have waited, but knowing you were here I couldn't. I captured one of the Saviors and was going to use him to trade for you. Negan ended up just killing him instead and taking me….and here I am. How are we going to get out of this mess?"

"I missed you so much" Daryl said, holding in his tears.

"I missed you too Daryl" She gave him a small smile.

Just then, the door opened and they were both yanked from the cell.