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.

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He was easily made jealous, and she knew it. She knew it since Sophia had died, when he had watched her even from afar and looked rather upset when Shane had cleaned her hand when she had cut it on accident.

She had known it since the prison when Axel had begun flirting with her. He had almost gotten into an argument with him, stating though he had been in prison for however long, they had been on their own for a long time, too, and they were equally starving for attention. Carol had watched with amusement when he had practically looked like he wanted to tear his hair out but at the same time she saw right through him- he was the one starving for attention, so he was jealous. All that pent-up frustration and yearning for affection was seeping through the cracks without Merle around to hide behind. Later, she had decidedly touched his shoulder as she passed and whispered in his ear, "Don't worry, I'm not going anywhere." She could have sworn she'd seen him blush.

She could be jealous too, though. He just didn't know it until later, when the prison was filled with people. It was always bustling with activity and while their end was quiet, everyone was always doing something. Rick was farming, Carol was cooking, and Daryl was organizing everything, so on and so forth. Daryl was a busy bee, indeed, and a popular one for the ladies- or rather, everyone. He didn't see it, he saw right through it, oblivious, but among those calls of his name and the hellos, the girls, and even some guys, would stare, and when he would lean over the counter to talk to Carol, he would look surprised and jump if anyone but her touched his back or anywhere on him, really.

He was a damaged one, so of course his heart wasn't given out like the romance that blossomed between Tyreese and Karen. He was quiet and withdrawn, getting used to the attention, and sometimes she would point it out to him but he would flush and shrug it off. It made her jealous that almost every girl had eyes for what he had it seemed like, made her want to assert she had liked him first and no one was going to change that. She became increasingly edgy every time he came in as time passed by and twenty-eight days ticked away.

Finally, on the twenty-ninth day, the twenty-ninth day without an accident, she had been chatting with him when a particular woman had walked up to him and touched his shoulder, smiling flirtatiously. "Hey handsome, are you free later?"

She winked at him, but he just looked thoroughly bewildered and flattered, ducking his head a little but not answering. Carol clenched her fists, biting her lip, before unexpectedly slamming her hands down on the counter, making Daryl jump back, startled. "No, he's not free, for your information! Maybe after a busy day he'd like to relax, or, you know, maybe he's seeing someone, he's just really quiet about it! Nobody ever asks him anything like that, you just go up and start harassing him!" She waved her hands a little, struggling to express her anger before storming off abruptly, grumbling to herself.

She hid in her cell, sitting down on the bed and covering her face. Daryl had started sharing a cell with her after Lori had died, though he had seemed a little reluctant but nevertheless had dumped his stuff in the corner. She hoped he wouldn't come in soon. She sniffed a little, dabbing at her eyes, covering her eyes with her sleeves. What was wrong with her? She was acting like a teenager. She heard very faint, soft footfalls echoing the walls and immediately knew it was him, murmuring when she detected him in the doorway, "Go away..."

"No."

His answer surprised her a little. She didn't look up though, shaking her head, whispering, "I don't want to talk right now, Daryl. You can yell at me later."

"I'm not here to yell at you, Jesus Christ..." Still, his voice was gentle. He walked in slowly and sat his crossbow down, kneeling in front of her. He grasped her hands all of a sudden, pulling them down, trying to get her attention, trying to get her to look at him, that same starvation. "Was it the girl?"

Carol straightened, trying to look away but he surprisingly grabbed her face, making her look at him, looking her straight in the eye, raising his brow. "Tell me."

Carol crossed her arms, huffing, a blush creeping across her face, muttering, "She's prettier than me... Why does everyone have to like you?" She looked down, but he tilted her chin back up, leaning in, pressing a firm kiss to her lips. It was awkward at first but she relaxed slowly, tentatively kissing him back.

Daryl was the one to move back, murmuring, "I like you. You're the most beautiful woman in the whole prison... Nobody liked me before all this. You liked me first. I liked you, too... I'm not just gonna jump into a relationship with some skank I dunno, Hell no!" He touched her cheek before dropping his hands, whispering, "And if you wait for me... I promise I'll make it worth your while. We got time now."

Though it turned out he was wrong and it took them two times to reunite and a death, he committed to his promise. He came around, and he shone like a shooting star.