Hello! After the love I received for We Danced I decided to go ahead and post this one, its a chapter fic. I cant promise updates all the time as I am a slow writer but I have some great ideas for this little story so I hope y'all stick around to see where we go!

I know several of you asked me to keep going with We Danced, I tried to play with it to see where I could take it. But in the end I just really liked how it ended. So for now Im gonna keep it as a one-shot maybe one day I will change my mind :)

My undying love and thanks go out to Englishpoet18 and Halohunter89 without them I don't think I would ever have a piece worth posting 3 you ladies!

I do not own the Walking Dead, nor do I own the summary that was all my dear, sweet Halohunter89 :)

"SON OF A BITCH!"

Daryl surveyed the mess left at the pool. Management had told him the pool was being used by a resident for a small get together, that there may be a bit of trash for him to collect in the morning. But fuck, this looked like a garbage truck had thrown up. It was gonna take him most of the morning to clean up this mess. As if he didn't have anything better to do such as the leak in 4E, a busted dryer in the laundry mat...

When Daryl had taken this job he thought he had hit pay dirt. On-site maintenance manager, no one to really answer to, just slips in his box that told him what jobs he had for the day. It even came with his own place on property, but this job was starting to grate on his last nerve. Making his way to the storage shed to pull out some trash bags, Daryl began the arduous task of cleaning up the mess.

The morning was quiet, most of the tenants had headed out to work or whatever other tasks they had planned for the day. Daryl felt most of his anger over the mess at the pool begin to fade. Being outdoors with the weather being so perfect, warm but with the right amount of breeze to keep it from being unbearable had definitely helped put Daryl in a much better mood. He was enjoying the silence as well. After last night he welcomed it to help him focus. Merle had come stomping into the apartment drunk around two with whomever he had managed to pick up, making all kinds of racket. Daryl had finally given up on sleep around four, opting instead to head into the small wooded area behind the complex. It wasn't good for hunting but it did help when he needed to get away and couldn't get away to his normal hunting grounds.

Carol sighed. She had finally gotten the mess inside her apartment cleaned up. It had taken her entire morning, but her home was finally clean. She didn't even want to think about the mess that had been left outside.

Just a small party to celebrate your birthday, Ed had told her. Just a few close friends, food, and some drinks. Carol had been excited at first, thinking Ed was finally listening to her. In the days leading up to the party she had been entertaining thoughts of maybe their relationship getting back on track. Lately, she had been feeling like she was the only one putting any effort into this relationship. Ed had been spending more and more time at her place. At first she had welcomed it, thinking they might be taking the next step in their relationship but he never once offered to help with rent or help out with the cleaning. She had tried on a few occasions to bring this up, but it only ended up causing arguments that never seemed to get anywhere. After nearly a year together, Carol was growing tired of the childish manner in which Ed acted. She told herself she was just waiting for an excuse to dump Ed, and now after the events of last night she had a pretty damn good one.

Glancing at her watch, Carol groaned. Ed was still dead asleep and most likely wouldn't be awake for another hour. Great, Carol thought, Just in time for him to demand lunch. Grabbing the box of trash bags, Carol headed outside.

Daryl looked up when he heard the soft pop of the seal on an apartment door crack open. Moments later he saw the women who lived in 6C step out, her eyes shielded by her sunglasses. Daryl had seen her around from time to time, she was one of the few residents that actually acknowledged his presence when she saw him. They never said a single word to one another, just a wave, nod, or in her case a smile. Daryl watched as she pulled a trash bag from the box she had set on the table. Giving a few flicks of her wrist she opened it and began picking up the trash near the grill. He figured she hadn't even noticed him. It wasn't until Daryl let the beer bottle he had been holding drop into the new bag, the bottle cracking when it hit the bottom, that she even looked in his direction. For a moment they just stared at one another. She was the first to break contact, to come closer to Daryl.

"I am so sorry, Daryl. You shouldn't have to clean up my mess." Carol said, "I know you must be busy." To say Daryl was shocked would have been an understatement. He had no idea anyone here even knew his name. Grunting, Daryl bent to pick up another red solo cup. For a while they worked in silence together, Daryl struggled the whole time to come up with something, anything to say. Merle had always teased that he was no good with conversation, especially with women.

"What were y'all celebrating?" Daryl blurted out suddenly.

Startled, Carol sighed, she had been so wrapped up in her own thoughts she had nearly forgotten Daryl was even there with her. "It was suppose to be a small gathering, for my birthday, just a few friends." Shrugging, Carol looked around the pool seeing the trash littered all around, "It didn't end up that way," she murmured.

That actually got a slight chuckle from Daryl. Merle was notorious for being able to turn any situation into a party.

"Yer friends get out of control?" Daryl asked.

Carol shook her head ,"Not my friends" she responded, "Ed, my...boyfriend...he made the night more about him, his friends." Daryl could tell she seemed upset, he did not know how to respond so he just offered her a nod. He wasn't good at talking to people but women in general were worse. He looked over at her and she was frowning picking up the trash from what was supposed to be her birthday party. "Happy birthday."

Carol looking up at him and smiled brightly, "Thank you Daryl."

After a few moments it became clear to Carol that, that was the end of the conversation she just smiled and continued on with the clean up. She looked over at him as he continued picking up and worked quicker trying to help out as much as she could. Ed hadn't even bothered to tell her happy birthday.

After a few moments it became clear to Carol that that was the end of the conversation so she just smiled and continued on with the clean up. Daryl was relieved when she didn't push to continue the conversation. He was surprised to find that working alongside her had actually been comfortable and no where near as awkward as he initially thought it would be. He figured she would be like most women and try to chat his ear off. He had been grateful for the silence but after awhile it was starting to get to him. He was struggling to come up with something to say, he thought of asking for her name...

"CAROL!"

Looking in the direction the shout had come from, Daryl took in the man standing just outside 6C's door. He was tall, nearly as tall as Merle. He had some weight to him but no real muscle that Daryl could tell. It seemed like at one point maybe in high school he had been athletic, but had since let himself go. He looked angry, his dark eyes scanning the parking lot before moving over to the pool. He quickly dismissed Daryl, continuing his scan until his sight landed on the grill area. Daryl looked at the woman; she looked tense, annoyed even. Tying up the trash bag, Daryl watched the woman, Carol, he thought head back over to her apartment. He couldn't hear what they were saying to one another, but he watched as she gestured to the pool and then back to her apartment.

The man, her boyfriend...Ed, Daryl reasoned, looked bored with the conversation. Ed brought his arms up, placing them on Carol shoulders. To Daryl it looked like he might be pulling her in for a hug but he didn't. Instead he just steered her inside the apartment, the door slamming shut behind them.

Well? What do you think?