A/N: I'm back! Again! I promise to be more prompt now, guys. I've suddenly rediscovered my muse, I have no idea where it's been hiding. Anyway it's back now and I'm back to writing. This is just a little something I randomly threw together, so I hope it's slightly interesting. I promise there are more interesting chapters to come. I gotta get back in my game. Please review! Love.

Carol slowly opened her eyes, grogginess blurring them momentarily as they adjusted to the darkness. She was laying on the cot in her cell. It was dark, the only light was the moon, filtering in through the windows in the main room. It was cold, colder than usual. The air was almost damp, and all Carol wanted to do was crawl back underneath her warm blankets. Instead, she hoisted herself up off of the cot and wrapped her thin blanket tightly around her. She crept out of her cell, being light on her feet. She peered down the walkway to Daryl's perch to find it vacant. No Daryl, no crossbow, nothing. His bed looked like it hadn't even been slept in. Strange, he wasn't on watch that night.

Carol made her way down the stairs, careful not to wake the others as they slept. She could hear the faint snores of a few of them, and soft mumbles from Glenn and Maggie's cell. She scurried past them all, careful not to be detected. As she reached the other side of the room, she noticed that the door was open just a crack. Opening the door and stepping outside she was immediately met with ice cold on her bare feet. Looking down, she noticed white flakes, glistening in the moonlight. More snowflakes danced and glittered around her as they fell from the clouds above.

Daryl was up in the guard tower, Carol could see him from where she was standing. She closed the door behind herself and made her way across the yard. Unsure if he noticed her yet, she let out a light cough as she began to climb the stairs. Daryl turned from where he was leaning on the railing, looking out over the woods.

"Hey." He mumbled. She replied with a quiet nod and stopped in front of him.

"Aren't you cold?" She asked. He shrugged and turned back to the railing. She frowned and stepped forward, wrapping her blanket around him, leaving her bare arms exposed.

"What are you doin, woman?" Daryl asked. He looked her over and narrowed his eyes when they reached her feet. "Why aren't you wearing shoes?" He asked, slightly angered.

"I didn't know it was snowing." She replied. He shook his head and ushered her into the guard tower. Her feet welcomed the warm ground as she stepped in, Daryl right behind her. "What are you doing out here? It's not your watch."

"Glenn was tired from his run today." Daryl replied. Carol knew it was a lie, Glenn would've been fine to do watch. It was Daryl code for 'I want to be alone to think.'

"What's wrong?" She asked.

"Nothin." He grunted, plopping down onto the floor and grabbing a nearby bottle of water. Carol sat next to him and he wrapped the blanket around both of their shoulders. They sat in a comfortable silence for a while. Neither wanted to break it, but both wanted to have some sort of conversation.

"We'll have to go out for some warmer clothes." Carol said. "Don't want anyone getting sick. We got enough to worry about."

"Gonna be hard with all them Woodbury folk here now too." Daryl added.

"We'll make it work somehow. We usually do."

"This is bigger than any group we had before." Daryl said. "Bigger than Atlanta." Carol sighed, she couldn't argue with that. It was true, in Atlanta they didn't have near as many people as their prison now occupied. "Also, not many of them are good for helping out with chores."

"I know." Carol said. "Rick did the right thing by bringing them here though. It's good for all of us to trust people again."

"I ain't trusting none of them till they give me a reason to." Daryl said sternly. Carol stared at him for a moment.

"They aren't fighters, Daryl." She argued calmly. "They aren't a chance against us if they wanted to take the prison, or anything else for that matter."

"Yeah well I don't need them laying out a welcome mat for the governor if he happened to show up at our front gates."

"They know what he did. Karen told them, Tyreese told them, Rick told them."

"Carol, they idolized that man. Trusted him. In their eyes he could do no wrong."

"I know, but-"

"If a couple of our group went out on a run, and only I came back to tell you that Rick went on a rampage and killed everyone else, what would you think?" Daryl asked. Carol sat in silence for a minute.

"That's different." She argued. "I know Rick."

"No, you think you know Rick. Then he shows up at the front gates, claiming it was all a lie and misunderstanding and you let him in."

"I wouldn't-"

"Yeah you would, Carol. You would because he's your family. Just like me, or Glenn, or Maggie. Just like the governor is to them." They fell into a silence this time, one that had Carol's mind spinning more and more as it drug on.

"I guess that makes sense." She finally said.

"I know it does." Daryl replied. "This Woodbury group is a multiple threat in disguise. I'm just saying, let be careful." Carol nodded. "Now you should get some rest, tomorrow we're going on a run for some clothes." Carol gave another nod and moved to stand up when Daryl caught her wrist. "You could sleep out here if you want." He suggested.

"Don't want me to go?" She asked.

"Don't want you to freeze your damn feet off walking back." He replied. Carol laughed and sat down again, resting her head on Daryl's shoulder and closing her eyes.

"Good night, Daryl."