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.

She was a fucking tease. A temptress. Everything she did drew him in; she enchanted him so easily. And she flirted so much easier than him; the true Carol was a natural flirt, and he was gun-shy of it but at the same time it filled him with curiosity and thrilled him. He was the only one she flirted with- it had to mean something. Anything. If he had any skills, he would have tried to flirt back with her, but he didn't know how.

Everything about her was a tease, too. Besides her flirting, she always wore that fucking revealing tank top that when she leaned forward he couldn't help but look down her shirt. Even worse, her hips swayed tantalizingly when she walked and if someone had asked, he would have said she had the finest curves he had ever seen. He licked his lips when he saw her in the morning, he couldn't help it- luckily he was usually eating. Her body language alone turned him on without a doubt but he wasn't really sure how to handle that part of it.

On the bright side, she didn't seem to be specifically seeking out anyone else. The prison was busy but the way she walked and held her head high made him wonder if she was ready for a relationship. He wanted so badly to take it to the next level. But... She was his best friend. He didn't want to ruin that. Feeling caught with what to do, he decided to try a little experiment... a game. He thought about it for a while before smirking and trotting off to hunt, thinking to himself it was rather a secret mission. Operation: Tease Her Back.

This was going to be damn fun.

When he came back, he was sweaty as usual, the top of his shirt unbuttoned. Carol was cooking, and so he leaned against the doorframe, whistling. When she turned around, he shifted to switch the way he was leaning, thrusting the rope of squirrels at her. She caught it with a grin, but it faded a little, her eyes wandering to his chest before snapping back up, smiling vibrantly, pursing her lips and chirping, "Thanks, Pookie."

Daryl smiled, beaming and looking proud of himself, not missing her gaze. He met her eyes challengingly, putting his hands on his hips. "Anytime. Anything else you need?"

It was a weak attempt at a flirt. Carol didn't seem to catch on, smiling again, before shaking her head. She flicked her spoon at him though, purring in what he could have sworn was a sultry tone, "But you are one dirty man, Mr. Dixon."

Daryl smirked a little, mumbling, "Stop," automatically as was ritual. Even so, he stepped forward a little, reaching out and gently touching her shoulder in a ghosting manner, trying again, "You've been working all day, too... Probably need a shower?"

Carol hummed, continuing to be oblivious to his attempts at flirting, shaking her head. Daryl couldn't help but bite his lip, feeling a little discouraged. He leaned over her a little, curiously viewing what she was cooking for dinner, licking his lips. He saw her smirk out if the corner of his eyes and felt her wriggle her hips just vaguely, feeling a blush threaten to creep across his face. She had him and she knew it, and she was playing him on his inexperience. Grunting, he stepped back, turning and starting to head for the door.

"Oh, Daryl?"

Daryl paused, looking back at her, raising an eyebrow inquisitively. She had her back to him for a few moments before wiping off her hands. She sat the towel down and turned, a smirk playing at her lips, before suddenly pushing him back against the doorframe. His eyes went round as saucers, frozen to the spot at first when she leaned in to kiss him on the lips before kissing her back a little uncertainly.

When she pulled back, she just smiled, patting his chest before stepping back and leaning back against the counter, saying, "Nice try."

Daryl blushed but nodded, pausing before making a beeline for the showers, but smiled to himself when he neared the door.

Mission accomplished?