Three days after finding Sophia, Daryl was lying in his tent, poking thru the fabric with his arrow. Andrea had already come with one of Dale's terrible books. Daryl enjoyed reading, but nothing that moronic. Andrea had apologized, and Daryl let her. He had been feeling pretty damn good considering his injuries.

Carol and he had decided to go slow, and so far it was going pretty damn well. Sophia and Carol were both sleeping in the RV still, but each of them had new habits that involved him. They hadn't told Sophia yet that they were aiming to be together, but damn if that little girl wasn't trying her hardest to bring them together.

Yesterday Sophia sat with him a good portion of the afternoon, talking about how amazing her mother was. She told Daryl about how Carol slept with Sophia during thunderstorms, how her cooking was legendary and how pretty her mom's eyes were. Daryl laughed at her, not saying out loud how pretty he thought Carol's eyes were.

Carol on the other hand, was driving him crazy. The last two days, she had been hovering, close by but not getting too close. She had come to him last night, bringing an extra blanket. As she helped him set up his bed, he got close and rubbed his hand down her shoulder once. Carol had turned to him, and given him a slight hug and left for the night. He had wanted to move slowly, but this was too slow! All he wanted was to be able to at least give her a kiss again. The short kiss they had shared left him wanting more. Tonight that was going to change.

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As Carol walked towards Daryl's tent with his laundry that night, she couldn't figure out what she was gonna do. She wanted to move slowly with Daryl, and not mess up a chance with him. But she wanted more, wanted to show him what he meant to her. She had already put Sophia to bed in the RV, and as she opens his tent she was nervous.

Daryl looked up from the terrible book, to see Carol coming in with his missing clothes.

"Damn, how'd you sneak my clothes out? I've been here all day!"

"When you stepped out earlier, I hope you don't mind." As she zippered the flap shut.

"Woman, I don't give a damn about ya coming in here. Ya can come in here any time." Daryl said with a smirk.

Carol looked up at his face, and suddenly she couldn't stop herself. She dropped the clothes and grabbed Daryl's face, planting a hard kiss right on his lips. She tried to pull back, shocked at herself, when Daryl pulled her closer. They kissed, and slowly leaned down on to what stood as Daryl's bed. As they continued to kiss Daryl kept his hands on her hips and Carol hers wrapped around Daryl's shoulder. But she slowly moved her right hand down, on to his skin and under his shirt.

Daryl stiffened as he felt her hand touch his scars. He knew he was horribly marred, wanted to keep her from it. But she pulled away and quietly stated "I have them too."

Daryl felt sick to his stomach. "I hate it. Hate that you have them, hate that you went thru that. Hate that I wasn't there. "

Carol was touched by his words and felt she had to tell him what she had been thinking for several days.

"Daryl, I know you wanted to take this slowly, but I can't. Daryl … I…"

"I love you."

Carol was shocked at his words.

"Daryl, I love you too! I can't imagine my life without you, I'm so happy I found you."

They kissed more, gently exploring each other's bodies until they fell asleep.