Hey guys, so this is another short and sweet one. It takes place sometime early in season 3, but it could really be at any point if you feel like it would fit better somewhere else.

Carol woke up that morning in her bunk and suddenly winced at the pain in her neck. The comfort in these cells was limited, but it was still better than sleeping in patches of dirt and dead grass. Carefully, she pulled herself out of bed and walked out of her cell to use the bathroom. As she trudged through the halls, blinking her eyes awake, she saw Daryl just ahead of her, gathering his crossbow and arrows.

A smile grew on Carol's still sleepy face, glad to see him first thing in the morning before he would hide himself away with Rick while they explored the rest of the prison. Growing more mischievous as she got closer to him, Carol held back a giggle as tightly as she could before stealthily making her way over to him, hoping he wouldn't notice just yet.

"Boo!" she shouted and grabbed onto his shoulders, feeling his entire body jolt.

Daryl twisted so forcefully that he nearly sent Carol flying to the cemented ground. Carol gasped and gripped tighter onto his shoulders to catch her balance before looking into his still startled face. His body was shaking from the wearing-off adrenalin and his face was pale.

Daryl tried to speak, but his breath was hitched in the back of his throat, so all he could do was continue to pant. This alone sent Carol into a fit of laughter. She let go of him, stepped back, and allowed herself to indulge in her victory of scaring Daryl Dixon.

"I got you!" she gloated between snorts.

"What's the matter with you woman?" His face regained color, but more in the red tones as he balled his fists at his sides.

"C'mon, relax, I was just having some fun. You should have seen your face," she hooted.

"Whatever," he grumbled.

"C'mon sweet stuff." Carol smiled at Daryl and gave him a light-hearted shove.

"Ya know, if this world didn't go ta shit, I could snitch on you for sexual harassment," he retorted.

"You're just mad 'cause I got you." Carol rolled her eyes at him and folder her arms.

"Just get out of my way," he huffed and swished his arm across his chest as if motioning to Carol where to move.

"Daryl, I'm sorry, I was just fooling around," she reassured gently and smiled sweetly up at him.

Suddenly, Carol caught Glenn's eyes from behind Daryl. He was slightly crouched and when he finally made eye contact with Carol, he held a finger up to his lips and winked at her. It only took a fraction of a second for Carol's eyes to flitter back over to Daryl so as to not let him catch on.

Daryl narrowed his eyes in suspicion, but nodded his head "S'okay."

"Yeah," Carol continued. "I shouldn't be so rude around here." Carol kept her eyes on the ground and her smile pressed thin so that Daryl couldn't sense the mischief in them. "I mean, you guys just do so much and I really shouldn't be wasting my time with these childish games and such," she continued to ramble.

Daryl leaned his head back slightly in utter confusion as to why she was prattling. "I should respect the seriousness in all of this and not take it for granted," she continued. "I mean really, we're all adults here, and I shouldn't-"

BOO!" Glenn yelled inches behind him.

Daryl, caught off guard once again, gasped and fell forward onto Carol who wobbled, but managed to keep her balance while both she and Glenn howled in laughter.

Daryl lifted his head and snapped back when he realized he had his face planted right in Carol's chest. His face was bright red from both the anger and complete embarrassment.

"Whoa Mr. Dixon, eyes up here," said Carol in a mockingly stern voice while she pointed to her eyes. "And I'm the one who's being blamed for sexual harassment," she giggled, no longer able to hold it in.

Glenn clapped his hands and screeched in even more laughter while Daryl's face only grew redder.

"Why don' the two o' you knock that shit off!" Daryl shouted and swatted his arms again.

Not being able to utter another word through her laughter, Carol moved to the side to let Daryl pass. He growled under his breath and stormed passed the both of them. After making his way down half the hallway, he could still hear the echoes of both of their cackles bouncing off the hard walls of the prison.

He sighed to himself before turning his head around and shouting "you two better watch your backs! Ya playin' my game now!" he warned with a slight smile, which only grew when both Glenn and Carol ceased their laughter and looked back at him with a slight bit of worry.

"You're on sweet stuff!" Carol called back to him.

Daryl laughed to himself and turned back around for fear that, even from so far away, Carol would still catch a glimpse of his blush.