Daryl Dixon. Not a great man at showing how he feels. Carol knew that better than anyone. It took him nearly three winters before he decided to speak up. He was shy, that was for sure.

It happened one night in the prison, they had all gone out and found a shit load of food, along with a lot of alcohol. To celebrate Rick decided they could take the alcohol and drink it that night.

Daryl had ended up stumbling into Carol's cell who had decided to call it a night when her head began to spin a little.

"Carol!" he shouted happily as he got into her cell, pointing a finger at her.

"Daryl!" Carol shouted back, also pointing her finger back.

"How's it goin'?" he asked, his speech slurring.

"Good, good," she replied, her words elongated.

He slumped down next to her, a bottle of whiskey in his hand.

"You look gorgeous," he blurted out looking at her.

"Wha-? No Daryl," Carol said laughing.

"You do. I wanna talk to you abo-" but before he had a chance to finish Carol shoved him playfully.

He fell on his side, unable to get up from the drunk state he was in.

This sent Carol into hysterics.

He used the wall to try and slide himself back up, now grumpy, "shut up."

"I can't," Carol laughed.

"Stop it!" Daryl said getting more grumpy.

"I would if I c-could," she hiccuped on the last word.

"Just sop okay?" Daryl protested.

Carol stopped laughing, "…sop?" and the laughter was off again.

Daryl sighed, taking a sip of his whisky, the bottle almost empty.

"I'm tryin' to tell you something," he grumbled.

Carol didn't stop laughing though, she couldn't.

Daryl was too frustrated by this point.

"That's it!" he exclaimed.

Instantly the laughter stopped, Daryl now had his mouth pressed against hers. Her first instinct was to pull away, but then she realized, after all this time of waiting he had finally done it. Granted probably doing it whilst drunk wasn't the best way but she and he both knew he was way to shy to do this sober. She felt herself melt into the passionate, if not slightly sloppy, kiss. Nevertheless his lips felt amazing against hers, his tongue tasting strongly of Jack Daniels whisky. He ran his hand through her hair and down her neck sending shivers down her spine.

He pulled away eventually feeling he had gotten his point across to her.

She pursed her lips together and smiled, "now what was it you had to tell me?"