It had been two days since Daryl and Rick got back from their run together and they not once brought up the Carol subject. It was Daryl's turn to be on watch tonight. It's not like they needed a constant supervisor anymore, everything had calmed down and the prison was secure, but the others slept better when there was someone out there. Daryl was on with Glenn tonight. They'd been through some rough times together. They all had. Glenn was a good kid. He was tough, determined and he never lost hope. Even in the darkest of times he found a way to show the bright side. Daryl grabbed his crossbow, a few extra bolts just in case and put his vest on over his shirt. As he was walking out of the cell block he snuck a glance into Carol's cell through the crack in the curtain, she wasn't in there. She must be out doing laundry or something.

When Daryl got out into the court he was by himself, Glenn must have gotten side-tracked by something. Most likely Maggie. Daryl was pacing up and down the courtyard impatiently, it felt like he had been standing out here for a couple of hours when he finally heard pounding footsteps on the concrete.
"It's about time you showed up! I was about to find you and drag you out here!" Glenn stopped running in front of Daryl. He placed his hands on his knees and hunched over, gasping for breath. His cheeks were red and every breath he took was heavy and tired.
"Sorry, Daryl, I can't do watch tonight. That means you're by yourself. You'll be okay though." And with that Glenn took off running the way he came. He had no problem with doing this alone; it's not exactly a two-man job, but the company was nice sometimes. Whatever. He's been alone most of his life, one more night won't make a difference. He swung his crossbow over his shoulder and started his rounds. First he would check the perimeter, then see if the fences were secure, take care of any walkers that may be against the fence, and then he's head up to the guard tower and keep an eye on things.

He had already finished everything and was standing up on the guard tower watching over things. When they had all first arrived at the prison it was overrun, walls were collapsed, debris was everywhere, and it felt like a prison. But now they had crops, gardens, it was tidy, there were kids, it felt like a real home. Rick, Glenn, Maggie, Hershel, Carl, Carol, Beth, and himself had built this place from the ground up. Bit by bit they bought in materials from runs and recycled different things to create what they now have. This was as normal as they were going to get and they all knew it. The sun was just about set now and the stars were starting to come out. Daryl could hear the distant growls and moans of walkers, a sound he had become all too used to. It was at a point where it felt wrong to not hear them. Even in the prison they were muffled, the more people they bought in though the more the sounds disappeared, but he could always hear them still. Maybe he came up with the noises in his head so he knew to stay alert. He didn't know.

"Daryl." He spun on his heel and saw Carol only a metre or so ahead of him on the platform.
"Carol, I didn't hear you come up."
"I didn't think you had. You looked like you were lost in your own thoughts."
"Yeah." He shifted uncomfortably and looked at the ground, "Look, I-"
"No, don't speak. Listen. You know how I feel about you. I've kept it to myself all this time, but I need to tell you. The first day we met I thought you were just some redneck who only cared about yourself and Merle, but once he was gone the shell that you had put around yourself slowly started to break away. You showed just how sweet, compassionate, sensitive and considerate you really are. I know you don't want to admit it but you are. I know that you're scared of getting too close to people,"
"I ain't scared of nothing like that." He protested. What was she getting at? She ignored him and continued.
"I've seen it firsthand. Isolating yourself. I want, no, I need you to know that I feel… that I like you Daryl Dixon. And not like friends, more than that." Daryl was left gobsmacked. He knew that she felt things for him, but he never thought she'd admit it to him. He let out a sharp breath and looked up at her.
"Carol, I-"
"Forget it. Forget I said anything. I'll just go." She turned away from him and headed towards the little door so she could get down. He took a few steps towards her so now he was right behind her. This was it. He wouldn't get a better chance than right now. If he let her go through that door, if she took one more step, the moment would be lost. He'd be angry at himself for letting her walk out before he could respond properly. He grabbed her hips and spun her so that she was now facing him. Her face was centimetres away from his. He was a little taller than her but it didn't matter at that point. "Daryl, what are you-" before she could finish her sentence he let his lips touch hers. He wrapped his arms around her so she was as close to him as physics would allow. She felt her run her hands up his back and tangle them in his hair. Not once did one of them attempt to pull apart. She tilted her head to the left, allowing him to go in more. This felt right. He had wanted to do this for so long. Every time he saw her smile, or cry or if she was just looking in his direction, this is what he thought of. It felt like the kiss lasted for both seconds and minutes. When they finally pulled apart her blue eyes were shining like he'd never seen before and her smile filled her whole face. She was truly beautiful. He'd make her believe it. He cupped her face in his hands and looked her in the eyes,
"I'm not great with words. But I hope you got the message."

Sorry this one isn't very long! But hey, it's about contents, not quality! I won't reveal too much but I can promise that there will be some unexpected turns and cliff-hangers in the next few chapters, so now will be a good time to follow and favourite this story!