Here is that story I was telling you all about in Left Behind. This came to me in a dream(is that weird? haha) and I decided to run with it. I don't know how often I will be updating this since I don't have a definite plan for what I want to happen in this, yet, but I still hope you will all like it!

Chapter 1

"Going hunting again?"

Daryl stopped in his trek to the outside gate where his bike was waiting, shouldered his crossbow and turned to his friend, who had been coming from the gardens. Rick walked closer and he couldn't help but notice the dirt on the man's knees. It was obvious the man had been weeding and he wasn't surprised that once everything had calmed down, he had gone right back to his farming.

"Yeah, I gotta keep everyone fed and we ran out of meat at lunch. Figured I could maybe snag us a deer or somethin'."

Rick chuckled, which was something he did more now. "I'm sure we all can go a meal without any protein, Daryl."

"Ya'll are goin' to have to. I don't plan on comin' back until tomorrow afternoon. Don't want to hunt all the game so close to the prison, so I'm goin' to go a couple miles out."

The former sheriff frowned slightly. "Another overnight trip? Isn't that the second one in a little over a week?"

The hunter shrugged. "There ain't much else to do around her at the moment. Figured this was a way to keep busy and still be able to do somethin' to help out."

"All right, then." He placed a hand on his friend's shoulder. "Be careful out there, man."

Daryl have him a barely there nod. "Always am." Then, he turned on his heel and walked up to his bike. Mounting it, he gave Carl the signal to open the gates and without a glance behind him, he was off roaring down the dirt road.

It had been four months since the Governor had attacked the prison for the last time. Four months since a mysterious sickness had taken over half the prison's residents and four months since Rick had kicked Carol out for killing two people.

Things had gone smoothly those months. The Governor was dead, the sickness had finally run its course and people once again started to rebuild their home. The only change was that one of the most important woman of the group was now gone.

Daryl had been angry, so angry he had seen red, when Rick told him what he had done. The redneck had wanted to kill his 'best friend', almost had in fact. It had taken Tyreese and Bob to pull him off their leader. The former sheriff had been almost unrecognizable with all the blood on his face.

He had looked for her. Everyday for a month, he had looked everywhere for her. If Michonne had been obsessed with finding Phillip Blake, he had been obsessed with finding Carol Peletier.

After that month, though, he slowed down in his search and only went out every few days. Things with Rick started to get better and the urge to kill him soon went away.

Things at the prison went back to normal and everyone, even those who had been with her since the beginning, had seemed to forget that Carol had even existed.

After riding for about a half hour, Daryl pulled off the side of the road and hid his bike behind some bushes. Unstrapping his crossbow, he kept his eyes open and alert while he trekked through the woods. He wasn't looking for any game, but if any were to jump out in front of him, then he'd kill it.

No, he had come out here for another reason. It was the same reason he came out here every time. He just fed Rick the same bullshit lie about going hunting and the man never questioned him as long as he came back with some kind of meat.

His pace quickened after walking about a mile, when he saw a cabin ahead of him. It was a small cabin, but looked cozy.

Smiling, he shouldered his crossbow as he got closer and when he reached the door, he knocked. Seconds later, a familiar voice called out.

"Who is it?"

"Who do you think?" He tried to sound annoyed, but the smile on his face would definitely give him away.

The door swung open and suddenly, his arms were full with a female body. Kisses were littered across his cheeks and chin.

"God, I missed you so much, Daryl."

The hunter chuckled. "I was jus' here a few days ago, woman. Can't have missed me that much."

The woman in his arms took a step back, crossed her arms and pouted. "Jesus, Daryl can't you just admit you missed me, too."

He smirked. He loved it when she pouted. "Fine." He cupped her cheeks and ran his thumb gently over her slightly parted lips. "I missed you, too, Carol."

So. Thoughts? Should I continue?

Thanks for reading!