Based off this prompt:

OMG can I please have a fic where daryls watching carol sleep and catches her moaning his name and confronts her about it!

The prison was so full they had no choice but to bunk up together, although if Daryl had to pick anyone to bunk with, it'd be her.

So far it was going okay, Carol understood he needed time to adjust, not spending much time in the cell if she knew he was in there. She broke him in easy, first just flitting occasionally in and out, grabbing things she may have needed throughout the day, then she'd stay for a few minutes at a time to have a conversation with him, gradually he became accustomed to her being there, feeling the loss when she wasn't.

He came back late one evening after taking second watch, sneaking in quietly to his lower bunk, careful not to wake her.

The rusty springs creaked in protest beneath him as he laid flat on his back, kicking his shoes off.

It took him a while but eventually he felt the haze of sleep begin wash over him as he listened to the consistent soft breathing coming from Carol.

Just as he felt himself finally drift off a noise alerted him, making the hairs on his arm stand up. The hell was that?

He listened intently, wondering if it was just his imagination when the sound never happened again. Slowly he let his tensed muscles relax again, sinking back into his mattress.

But then there is was again.

He sat up making sure he was in fact fully awake for when the sound happened again. He waited it out being patient this time not resisting to the sleep that wanted to pull him under.

His patience was rewarded when he heard what sounded like a whimper come from the bunk above. Carol…was she having a bad dream? He knew she hadn't had one in a while, not since he'd moved in her cell with her anyway.

He shifted, craning his neck out of the bed to try and get a glance at her.

She was definitely having a dream, he face kept screwing up and contorting, a gasp escaping her lips. Kinda fucking dream was this?

Half his body was hanging out of the bed now, holding himself up by the bars above, debating if he should wake her.

His brow furrowed as he watched her a few moments more, watching her bite down on her lip, fuck it he was going to wake her.

He got himself up and just as his hand hovered her she let out a loud groan.

"Daryl," she whispered sleepily.

"Uh yeah?" he replied nervous that he'd been caught stood at her bedside.

His eyes strained in the darkness when she didn't respond, her eyes were still closed, what she was talking in her sleep now? The hell?

"Mmm Daryl," she breathed, oh god she wasn't…was she? Fuck no. This could not be happening right now.

She let out a long lazy moan, her breath beginning to come out in pants now.

Oh this was happening and of course he was frozen to the damn spot. The fuck was he supposed to do?

"Right there," she urged in a murmur, "Daryl, uhhh, Daryl."

What if she woke up? The hell was he going to say? Who was going to be more embarrassed? His bets were still on him.

"Yes Daryl, oh god" she groaned his name loudly once more before shifting around in her bed, rolling herself so her back was to him, apparently it was over.

Daryl stood there for a long while after, his eyes boring into her back, what the actual fuck just happened? Like for real is he supposed to pretend that never happened? He wasn't sure he could. His cheeks were flushed red, his dick twitching every time she moaned his name.

He shook his head forcing his body to get back into bed, he'd deal with this in the morning, he was too tired for this shit right now.

Sleep didn't come easy and even when it did he found he woke not long after she did, finding her running her fingers through her short hair in the mirror.

The sound of him pulling back the covers got Carol's attention as a slight blush crossed her cheeks.

"Morning," she said overly cheerily.

"Mornin'," he responded gruffly, his eyes not meeting hers as he stood, popping the kinks in his back.

"Sleep well?" she asked, her gaze discreetly running up and down his body, although apparently not discreetly enough.

Daryl met her eyes this time, raising a brow at her as she finished looking him over making her blush further.

"S'alright, you?"

"Yeah I actually got a really good sleep last night," she rambled, embarrassed at being caught staring.

"So I heard," his mouth immediately snapped shut, the words slipped out before he could think about it.

"Excuse me?" Carol asked, she must of misheard him.

Daryl sighed to himself, no getting out of this one, "I said, so, I, heard."

"…what do you mean you heard?" Carol's face was now dropping at the realization of the situation.

Daryl sighed and ran his hand down his face, "shit Carol I dunno, I just, y'know, heard stuff, ya were pretty damn vocal."

A look of horror crossed Carol's face, oh god please no, she didn't ask to have the dream, she certainly didn't ask to sleep talk about it.

"Oh god," she covered her face with her hands as she paced the cell, "oh god, oh god, oh god."

"Ya were sayin' that last night too," he commented, fuck! What was with his word vomit coming out of nowhere? He needed to shut the fuck up.

She stopped abruptly peaking through her fingers, "shit. Shit shit shit, I'm so sorry, what did I, uh…" was she really going to ask him for further details?

"Ya wanna know what else you said?" Daryl finished off for her, his eyebrows raising high.

"Well no- not exactly- I mean- did I mention like a name or anything like that?" she was nervously babbling praying to the high heavens that she could at least keep some dignity.

"Why? Don't ya remember who it was about?" he asked skeptically.

"Oh no I do," she said far too quickly, jesus this conversation was not going well, "I mean I just wondered if my big ass mouth let loose that persons name, cause I mean I'd rather you didn't know who I was dreaming about, even though a dream doesn't mean anything anyway so it really doesn't matter-"

God she was rambling Daryl had enough for one day.

"Me," he blurted cutting her off mid sentence, going quieter at his next comment, "ya were dreamin' about me."

If it was a possibility the ground could swallow her up at any moment this was the time to do it.

"Right…" what was she supposed to say now? "Okay, yes, I was…dreaming… about you, like I said, doesn't mean anything, it's was just-"

"Sure," he cut off again, the longer he stood talking about it the more it made him want to rip his face off, "I'm gonna go, now and uh, hunt, or walk or somethin'."

"Uh yeah, I'm just gonna, stay here, in my cell," Carol gestured around her, "lots to do, busy busy busy."

They were the most emotionally dysfunctional people left on this earth he was sure.

"'Kay bye," he said pacing quickly away from the cell, as far away from that situation as he could get, wasn't sure he could ever go back after that.