"What do you mean for a kid?" Rick asked looking at him, frowning.
"What the fuck do you think? I mean she didn't do it, she is covering up for one of the kids," Daryl said looking at Rick as if he was an idiot.
"Well...are you sure? How do you know this? Is this what Carol has told you, cause you don't know what she says is true-"
"She didn't tell me, I guessed, she denied it first time but then she went on to say that it was complicated and she couldn't admit it, she was too reluctant, I'm telling you now it wasn't her," Daryl interrupted, feeling pleased with Rick's realization.
Rick sighed and rubbed his face, "this makes things even worse...I need to know who it was, and it's now your job to find out who."
Daryl's face dropped, "me?"
"Yes you. She trusts you, it won't take much to get it out of her, just do a bit more of whatever you were doing before I interrupted."
Daryl glared at Rick, "no way, I ain't your little henchman, doing all your dirty work for you, Carol trusts me and that's the way it's gonna stay."
Rick grabbed his shirt and clenched it in his fist, "well then be prepared to have more blood on your hands, what's to say the kid isn't going to do it again, what if it's Lizzy? She's in there right now with every other sick person in this place, she could be killing them right now."
Daryl shoved Rick off him, "fucking relax, nothing else will happen, what are you gonna do to this kid if you find out which one it is?"
"When, Daryl, when I find out, you will help me. I don't know yet, they can't stay here..."
"What if it's Carl?" Daryl asked, knowing that thought probably hadn't even gone through Rick's mind.
"It's not," he snapped bluntly.
"...but you don't know that, do you Rick?"
Rick's breathing became deeper as he tried to keep himself calm, "just find out Daryl."
Rick walked off in a huff, too angry to talk and also worried...what if it was Carl?
Daryl walked off, satisfied he had caused Rick some discomfort after what he had put him through with Carol. He walked back to his cell smugly, with no intention of asking Carol who did it, if she was really that worried she'd tell him who did it.
He unlocked the cell and then walked in, locking it behind him. He turned to face Carol, who looked as if she hadn't moved since he left.
"That was quick, how bad was it?" Carol asked.
"Eh not too bad, there wasn't really much he could do about the matter really, just accept it."
"I doubt he's going to accept that any time soon," Carol replied.
Daryl nodded in agreement.
"So was anything else said?" Carol asked, still sat with her back again the wall.
"Huh, no not really, just that."
"'Not really'? Was something else mentioned? You can tell me Daryl, it probably won't come as a surprise."
"No no there was nothing else, just the fact he's not happy about what we were doing, he's not happy at the idea of us doing anything."
"Well I don't really think it's up to him after all what was it you said? I'm aloud to enjoy myself?" she mocked laughing at him.
"That- it wasn't- I didn't mean it like that," Daryl attempted to protest.
"Sure you didn't," she said sarcastically.
He glanced at her for a moment smiling.
Then there was an long silence, more filled with tension rather then awkwardness, both of them debating whether to carry on where they left off. Daryl's new found confidence had now long gone and so the ball was in Carol's court as to whether anything happened.
Carol stood up, "well...goodnight then Daryl."
Daryl who was looking at the fast dying candle turned as she leant in to give him a kiss on the cheek, diverting it to his lips.
It took Daryl by surprise and he that seemed to effect his awkwardness more then usual, "oh, um, I'm sorry, I was just- and then I- but you-"
"Daryl less then twenty minutes ago you had me pinned down to a bed, both your legs straddling me, running your hands up and down the back of my thighs and your lips were barely off my mouth for a second of it, I'm pretty sure that accidentally kissing me was okay."
Daryl went red at the thought, he literally didn't know what came over him, he felt like he had lost all control.
"So what did you wanna go back-" Daryl began to ask.
Carol shook her head, putting a finger to his lips, "no Daryl you don't ask."
She smirked a little as she removed her finger from his lips and leant in closer so her mouth was beside his ear, "you just do."
She pulled away a little, looking him directly in the eye. He leant forward accepting the signal that it was back and kissed her quickly once, but softly, keeping his head close to hers. She leant forward slowly and he did it again, pulling away so she couldn't kiss him. He could feel his confidence increasing slowly, no more need to be scared, to be awkward, he needed to take control, just once in his life, be a man. She reacted slowly leaning back in and grabbing the back of his head, preventing him from pulling away. She pressed her lips against hard and opened his mouth with hers, working her way back up to where they were before. Daryl pushed his head forward encouragingly, pushing her back to his bed with his mouth, his hands freely wandering her body. He very gently placed a hand on her back, supporting her as she laid down. Then things started to speed up again, she pulled off his leather jacket and began working on his shirt buttons, her mouth still firmly locked on his, both of their breathing increasing. Daryl had to use one hand to support himself, while the other began undoing her shirt buttons. He pulled his mouth away from hers and he brushed his lips down to her neck until she grabbed a handful of his hair and gently tugged at it, bringing his mouth back to hers. Both of them working on getting each others bottom halfs off, their lips burning like fire against each other. This time there was no need to stop what they had both wanted to happen for a long time, no interruptions or awkward pauses, just them, no one else.
