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"Gotta go. Got watch."

Carol looked incredible, cheeks pink and eyes bright with want. Her lips were parted and still wet from his tongue. She leaned toward him, breathing in little gasps. Her breasts pressed into her shirt with each breath, nipples peaked under the fabric. God, that almost undid him right there. He wanted nothing more than to bury his face in those tits and drown there. Hell, he wanted to strip her naked right here and now, bend her over that table, and fuck her senseless.

...but he really did have watch. And they were in the common room which would soon be swarming with people looking for breakfast. He could already hear folks stirring in their cells. So he took a breath, took his bowl, and fled.

Once he was outside in the cool air, Daryl took an unsteady moment to take stock. One – his cock was straining against his pants, clearly unhappy with his decision to flee. Two – he didn't even have his fuckin' crossbow, so he was going to have to carry one of the rifles stashed by the gates instead, because he was NOT walking back through that room any time soon. And three – he had no clue what all this meant for them or where to go from here.

When he'd peeked into the common room, he'd been terrified she'd be pissed or freaked out about his ill-timed closet boner yesterday. When she wasn't, he was thoroughly relieved, sparking hope that maybe he hadn't ruined whatever it was they had between them. But then she put that damn spoon in her mouth. His brain shut down, and his body went ahead and did whatever it wanted. She was so unbelievably fucking hot sucking on that thing that all good sense went right out the door. But apparently his body knew what it was doing and wasn't chicken shit about doing it, because she was clearly just as turned on as he was.

He turned her on. The thought warmed him up again, and his cock twitched. He grimaced. There was gonna be some fierce blue balls after this.

He started in on his oatmeal before heading for the tower to relieve T-Dog. Since thinking about what he'd just done was not helping his pants get any more comfortable, he focused instead on chewing and tried not to notice the taste of honey.

His shift on watch lasted for-fucking-ever. He almost wished for a herd to come through just so he wouldn't have to listen to his own thoughts. After hours of irritable pacing and adjusting of uncomfortable crotch, his shift ended when Rick finally came to relieve him. Returning to C-block, he cautiously made his way to his perch, hoping to avoid Carol. He had absolutely no idea what he was going to say to her, and the thought of seeing her made him nervous as a long tailed cat in a room fulla rockers. He just wasn't ready yet. So he slipped quietly in and out of the cell block to retrieve his crossbow then took off to meet Glenn.

The two of them were working to find the breach in the area near the infirmary that had caused all his trouble yesterday. They found it and blocked it off, then searched every attached room and corridor carefully to make sure there were no other entry points and that every walker that had found its way in was dead. It took them the rest of the afternoon to finish dragging bodies outside.

One of the rooms they cleared was the prison's library. After they had finished securing the section, and Glenn had gone off to find Maggie, Daryl returned there to look around. There hadn't been any geeks in the room, so the mess was just junk instead of bodies, which made the place much more pleasant than most of the prison. He wandered around thoughtfully, knowing that Carol liked to read, but he wasn't sure what she liked to read. He pulled a couple of titles from the shelf that he recognized. He'd never read them, but knew they were "classics", so they should be good, right? He could handle talking to her if there was an excuse for it – he wouldn't feel so awkward. That had to be better than just running into her somewhere, getting caught off guard, and lookin' stupid.

It was nearing dinner time, so he tucked the books in the crook of his arm and headed for the common room to see if she was there. He was surprised to find Lori and Beth scrambling around juggling pans and plates, trying to assemble dinner. From the looks of things, they were all going hungry tonight.

"Where's Carol?" he asked.

Lori scowled and pointed in the direction of the cells. "She's been crabby all day, and I got sick of her snapping at me! I told her to go take a nap before I killed her."

Beth rolled her eyes and nodded. "If you're going in there, would you let her know dinner will be ready soon?"

Daryl doubted that, but agreed.

He climbed the stairs with soft steps in case she was still sleeping. He paused at his perch to put away his crossbow and bolts. As he rounded the walkway his sensitive ears caught little moaning sounds coming from Carol's cell. He frowned. Was she having a nightmare? She used to have constant nightmares about Sophia, but he didn't think they came as often anymore. As he stepped closer, the sounds got higher pitched. Was she crying? He was only a few steps away when he heard her cry out softly.

"Daryyyl."

Shit! Was she hurt? She needed him.

"Carol! Are y-" He shoved aside the sheet curtaining the doorway in a rush...and froze. Jesus tits, holy mother of fuck! Time stopped for an instant – just long enough for his entire body to catch on fire and the sight of her to sear itself into his mind.

She lay whimpering on her bunk, eyes closed and body arched and twisting. One hand was pushed up under her shirt, baring most of her belly. Her other hand was worked down between her legs, inside her pants that were open and loose on her hips. Her heels dug into the thin mattress beneath her.

At the sound of his voice, her head snapped up. Her eyes filled with horror as she realized he was there, but it was too late. Her face twisted. "Ohhh, God!" she groaned as she tipped over the edge and came right in front of him. He couldn't tear his eyes away as her orgasm rocked her. She gasped and shuddered and curled herself around her fingers, but her eyes never left his face.

He was breathing nearly as hard as she was. His whole body had gone numb, except for his already overeager cock which was painfully hard and throbbing. He leaned heavily against the wall to keep from falling. The books dropped to the floor with a crack, shocking them both.

Silence stretched as they stared at each other across the cell.

"Oh my God," she whispered, her face draining white. She closed her eyes. "Oh my God."

She sat up and scrambled to cover herself, yanking her shirt down and struggling to button her pants with shaking hands. She drew her knees up and hugged them hard, burying her face in her arms. Her ears were bright red.

"Oh my God. Oh my God!" It was more of a wail now than a whisper.

Daryl remained frozen to the spot. All the blood in his brain had rushed south, leaving him dazed. What the hell was he supposed to do? She was clearly mortified, and he knew anything he tried to say would only make things worse. But leaving without a word was surely worse than that.

"Um. I brought you books," he offered lamely in a ragged voice. He cleared his throat. Her head lifted and she stared at him, expression unreadable. "And dinner's ready."

With that, he turned tail and ran.