AN: Leave a comment if you want this to be a multi-chapter! I will only do so if I gain enough comments. C: also, leave me your prompts in the ask box! I will take prompts from detailed to words to quotes- whatever your heart desires. I will post periodically in the Caryl tag.

"It's so hot!" Carol whined, fanning herself with a pad of paper. Daryl couldn't help but stare at her a little, attracted to her even when she wasn't sweating. The Atlanta summers were more brutal than their winters with how hot it could get. The sun was beating down on them where they were on watch and he leaned forward, licking his lips a little. "I wish we had some air conditioning."

"I could get a battery-powered fan," Daryl suggested raspily, following a bead of sweat running to her breasts tantalizingly, swallowing hard. His throat felt dry from lust alone but he made himself resist because it would do nothing to cool them off. "We could take a swim..."

Carol moaned and his knees almost buckled, his breathing becoming a little heavy. "Both of those sound soooo good," she groaned, stretching out on the ground, frowning when it only made her warmer, whining, "I wanna go somewhere with air conditioning."

"Yes," Daryl hissed, helping her up, "Would be great if we could live in a fuckin' mall or something." They both burst into laughter then at the thought of it, but quickly quieted and straightened when the leaves rustled, Daryl tensing up bit defensively.

Glenn and Maggie emerged and he relaxed, glancing them over inquisitively, before Glenn smirked, saying knowingly, "You guys look like you could use a break. We'll take over from here. Go cool off somewhere."

Carol practically lit up and Daryl looked rather relieved, saying, "Thanks, man." They walked past them and he waited until they were out of view before grabbing her hand, running toward the lake they had stopped near and jumping into the water, taking her with him. He heard her squeal and felt her cling to him desperately as they plunged into the cool water. They resurfaced, gasping and laughing. Daryl smirked, sinking into the water until only above his nose was available, swimming in a circle around her, playfully nipping her. Out of sight of the others, he could be playfully out of character when he wanted to, but mostly "played" and did everything in his own rather feral ways.

Carol giggled, tackling him and he grinned, splashing her with water and swimming away. "While we're out here, we could catch some fish," he said when she swam after him and batted at his ankles. He smirked and planted his feet on the bank, but turned thoughtful when she did the same and asked, "But what would we catch them with?"

Daryl contemplated before winking at her, slipping off his vest and tossing it on the bank, unbuttoning his shirt slowly, causing Carol's lips to part as she stared at him, taking in the sight. He slid the drenched shirt off his shoulders, handing her one end. "Wanna see if we could get something?"

Carol nodded, grasping it, moving where he directed her to, slowly lowering it into the water. She watched Daryl's face; he had slowly gotten over his self-consciousness of removing his shirt around her to the point he seemed fairly comfortable with it, and the heat was at the same time an exception. She avoided staring at his scars so he didn't start acting awkward, instead focusing on his abs and chest before her gaze rose to his face. She snapped out of her daze when she heard Daryl prompting her with a firm, "Now!"

Together, they lifted his shirt out of the water, a fish sure enough squirming in it. He grinned triumphantly and they moved it to the bank, sliding it onto the grass and he removed his knife from his belt, stabbing it so it died instantly. He dipped the blade in the water before putting it back, pulling his sodden shirt on. "Good fishing," he said, and she blushed a little, watching him. "Still wish you had air conditioning?"

"I always wish I had air conditioning!" Carol complained loudly, splashing him again, and he made a noise, splashing her right back. "Stop splashing me!"

"You started it!" Daryl shot back, and she just pouted, splashing him again. He growled, eyeing her before giving her a dark, cunning look she knew too well. She squeaked, swimming away as fast as she could, but he caught her, throwing her over his shoulder and swimming out to the deepest part of the water. "You are a naughty, naughty girl. You need to learn a lesson," he growled.

"Daryl!" Carol protested, kicking her feet until he grabbed her ankles, "Put me downnnn! You're too hot! Please! You're no fair!"

"I'll take that as a compliment," he said cheekily, before suddenly saying, "But I'll put you down." He then threw her into the water, causing another fit of girlish squeals. He smirked until she suddenly bowled him over into the water, making him go under for a moment, pouting just faintly when she grinned down at him. "You don't play fair!"

"You didn't either!" Carol shot back, protesting, "I never get to play... unfair!" She struggled to maintain a good argument, but any protests she had left to make melted to nothing when he grabbed her and kissed her hard to silence her and his nails digging into her skin. He nudged her back toward the bank, hoisting her up near the water where it would be cooler, nipping her neck. His breath was warm on her neck but she didn't mind; the breeze along the bank sheltered them with cooler air and the water touched their feet every now and again.

"You think Rick will mind if we're gone just a little longer?" he breathed huskily, sucking her earlobe, earning a moan from her, and she shook her head frantically, mewling and grabbing at him. "Good... We'll tell him we needed time to cool off."

Carol purred, nodding, her lips seeking his again. "If we ever get air conditioning, I won't let you leave for a week..."

"Deal."