By the time Glenn came up to take over watch, the urgency in Daryl's blood had cooled. It didn't stop him from practically running back to the cell block. But Carol's curtain was drawn and it was dark, so he continued to his own cell without pausing, feeling disappointed.

Removing his boots, he sat down on the thin mattress. He wasn't sure what the protocol was, should he go to her, or wait for her to come to him? Whatever had happened earlier between himself and Carol, he hadn't planned any of it. He just knew he wanted more.

Easing himself back on the bed, he lay down, his hand under his head as he stared up at the ceiling. He tossed and turned all night. When the sun finally shined through the window, he rolled onto his stomach, pulling his pillow over his head to block out the light.

But the sounds of the others moving quietly below, finally made him give up. He knew there was work to do. Dragging himself out of bed with tremendous effort, he undressed, using the pitcher and washbasin to wipe off the grime from yesterday's exertion. The cool water woke him up. After changing into some clean clothes, he headed downstairs.

Carol's cell was empty, and he found her in the courtyard at the grill, cooking breakfast.

"Mornin', Daryl," someone called from a table.

He glanced over and saw the doctor wave to him. "Dr. S.," he called back in greeting as he made a beeline for Carol.

She smiled at him as he approached. "Just so you know, I liked you first."

"Stop," he said, blushing. "Ain't no competition." She had to know that, especially after last night. He was all hers.

"Still, you've got quite a large fan club," she nodded towards the group of survivors happily eating what was left of the deer he brought back a few days ago.

Rolling his eyes, he plucked a piece of venison off the grill, quickly putting it in his mouth. Carol rapped the tongs against his knuckles when he tried to do it again. "Watch it, Pookie. Mind your manners, or I'll..."

He pulled his hand back, bringing his fingers to his mouth to lick them clean. "You'll what?"

She narrowed her eyes at him. "Patrick!" she called to the boy standing nearby.

"Yes, Carol?"

Handing him the tongs, she replied, "Take over." Keeping her eyes on Daryl, she quickly pulled off the apron, dropping it on the counter beside the grill.

"Follow me," she said to Daryl, walking briskly through the courtyard.

Reaching behind her, he snagged a couple more pieces of venison off the grill, lagging behind her as he ate.

"I saw that!" she chastised him.

Amused, he followed her down towards the fence, and then around the corner of the cell block. "Where we goin'?" he asked, knowing he would damn well follow her anywhere.

She opened the garden shed and marched in, kicking the door closed as soon as he followed behind her. He hadn't expected her to attack him, kissing him so fiercely that he lost his footing, stumbling into the door behind him.

Her lips were insistent, and he caught on quickly, wrapping his arms around her, drawing her closer. He felt like a teenager, sneaking around. It made him hard as a rock.

Carol noticed, pulling back. "I hope you're prepared to use that against me."

"What? Right here?" She was crazy. The kind of crazy that made his blood boil and thicken.

"Where else are we gonna get the privacy we need?" She gripped his vest, kissing him hard.

His protest died on her lips as his body took over. Spinning them around, he drew her hands away, pinning them above her head as he ground his hips into the heat between her legs.

"Yes!" she cried out against his mouth as he ravished her lips.

Hiking her leg over his hip, she urged him closer. He groaned, edging himself away from her. "No, wait!"

She sighed, exasperated. "Think we've waited long enough, don't you?"

Releasing her, he met her lust-filled eyes, shaking his head. "Not here. Not like this." She didn't deserve this.

She pouted. "Honestly, Daryl—" she started to complain before he shut her up with a firm kiss.

When he felt her surrender, he pulled away. "Wait five minutes, then meet me at the gate." Pushing her gently aside, he opened the door and walked out.