Who: Daryl and Carol What: Reunion When: Last night Where: Inn and then Prison Warnings: language probably, and excessive awkwardness
For the most part, the woods were safe. Even Daryl knew that. He was out there all the time picking off walkers and leading his own little hunting missions. Besides the determined fire in his eyes, the sentry that let him out would probably think it was another one of these escapades that had him leaving the prison alone so late at night. Or maybe not, since the sentry he'd forced to let him out was new. Either way he didn't really give a shit, nothing would keep him from going out to get Carol tonight. He didn't trust the people at the inn to keep her safe overnight, he didn't trust her (Even though she'd been fine so far) to keep even herself alive overnight. Thing is, he couldn't lose anyone else. Not tonight. Not ever.
The thoughts floated through his mind as he speed stalked his way through the woods. He didn't want to be careless and get himself killed on the way...but part of him was worried that he was going to get there and find no one. Was this just a nightmare? would he show up and find her dead? His crossbow was on his back but he had a knife in his hand, ready to strike. It didn't take long for him to get to the Inn, but it felt like the longest trip of his life. He stepped up and looked around for her, not sure if she'd taken shelter inside or was still waiting outside.