"The prison grew cold in the evenings for Daryl, especially on nights when he wasn't on watch. It might have been because the watchtowers were more insulated or maybe it was because having a job to do distracted him from the chill. Either way on nights like tonight when he wasn't on watch, he always found himself freezing his ass off in his bunk." A two -shot Caryl fluff.
Rated: K - English - Romance/Friendship - Chapters: 2 - Words: 2,134 - Reviews: 15 - Favs: 12 - Follows: 16 - Updated: 9/8/2013 - Published: 8/28/2013 - Carol, Daryl D., Glenn, Rick G.