A/N: so obviously I'm not that cruel (well in this story anyways) so you can all probably guess what happens in this chapter :) again this is the edited version, fixing all the older chapters, have to have an excuse to not do chemistry homework and this is the best one :3 enjoy and review :) x
Chapter 2: Waking up
Daryl shot up straight his bed. His breathing was rapid as he tried to gain control over his thoughts. A dream. It was only a dream. So why did it feel so real? Why did he still feel so worried? Daryl ran a hand through his hair and sighed in frustration as he lay back on the bed. He just stared at the ceiling, trying to get back to sleep, but sleep evaded him now. His mind was running on overload as he thought about Carol, and the more he thought about her the more anxious he became. Even though he knew fine rightly she was safe and sound in the cell next to him.
All these thoughts about Carol were driving him crazy. He swore he could still feel her soft lips on his. Damn it Daryl. He'd never thought about Carol like that before, well not really. Images of her getting bit kept running through his mind until he couldn't take it anymore. Before he knew it he was standing outside her cell. Daryl didn't even know what he was doing there, or what he was going to say. But he just felt an urge to be close to her and to know that she was ok.
Daryl knocked softy on the bars before moving the sheet and slowly easing the barred doors open. There she was, lying peacefully in her bed, facing the wall, turned so he wasn't able to see her face. She looked so perfect in her sleep, but then again she always looked perfect to him.
"Tha fucks wrong with ya man"
Daryl mumbled silently and angrily to himself as he thought about sliding into the bed beside her and holding her close to him. Oh for Christ's sake Daryl quit kiddin' yourself, there aint no way you'd stand a chance with someone as perfect as Carol. There is no way she'd even think twice about him, not with people like Rick as an option, or so he had convinced himself. Besides, Carol and his relationship was simply platonic, nothing would happen even if he did stop bein' such a pussy and made a move on her.
Now he knew she was safe he should leave, but instead he found himself continue to just standthere, watching her sleep, and he didn't know why. Lord he knew how creepy that sounded. Just as he was about to begrudging leave Carol turned around and that's when he got a good look at her sleeping form.
Daryl mentally absorbs everything about her, how her body shines in the soft moonlight, how peaceful her face looks as sleeps, and how her eyes sparkle as the moon reflects off them. Wait, what? Shit she's awake!
He didn't know what to do, he couldn't keep staring at her because he would get embarrassed, but at the same time he couldn't just leave because it would make it awkward at the fact that he had just been watching her sleep and ran off when she caught him redhanded. No, he would stay and face her, but he would have to stop staring at her like some sort of pervert.
"Daryl, are you ok?"
Carol was staring him with such intensity that he squirmed slightly where he stood.
"Uh, um ye-yeah. It's.. never mind, y'all just go back ta sleep. I'll go now."
Daryl turned towards the door to leave but he suddenly felt something grab hold of his arm. He natually tensed at the contact but relaxed when he looked down to see it was only Carol. She patted the spot on the bed next to her, signalling for him to sit with her and he did as she had asked.
"What's wrong Daryl?"
She asked softly, barely above a whisper. He didn't entirely know how to answer that question. Where do you begin to explain to your best friend that you saw them get bit by a walker, have her say she loved him, then proceed to kiss her last breath away. There's not exactly a how-to manual for that. After a few minutes of debating how he should word it, he spoke.
"I had a dream about you"
He looked over at Carol as he spoke and noticed she was staring at him and he didn't fail to noticed that a small blush had crept onto her face and she stuttered.
"O-oh I- uh y-you don't have to- uh say anymore."
It took Daryl a minute to realise what she was hinting at. She thought he was talking about having sex with her and when he did realise he felt his face start to blush too.
"Oh, no. No. Not that,"
Daryl managed to choke out before chuckling a little then continued, smile firmly in place.
"No, I had a dream where I saw you get bit, and I know it was only a dream but it just felt so real. That's why when I woke up I had to come to make sure you were ok."
Daryl nervously looked down at his hands as he waited for Carol to say something in response. When suddenly he heard an odd noise come from beside him and as he glanced over at Carol he saw that she was giggling. Actually giggling, because of him, he felt slightly smug at that fact. Plus he'd never heard her giggle before but it sounded like music to his ears, so much so he didn't even realise that he had started to laugh too.
A few minutes later they had both stopped laughing and just sat beside each other with huge grins plastered across their faces.
"So, how long were you staring at me then Dixon?"
Carol looked up at him with a twinkle in her eye, knowing far too well that the question would make him uncomfortable and squirm in the spot. No he wasn't going to let her get a reaction, so instead Daryl just looked at her and winked before getting on his feet and leaving the room. This time actually making it to his cell door before he felt something spin him around and pin him up against the wall.
His natural reaction is that it's a walker, so he reaches for his knife, but quickly stops when he looks down to see that it's only Carol. He instantly notices how her body was pressed flush up against his and she was leaning dangerously close to his face. Daryl felt himself getting uncomfortable at the close proximity, not in a bad way, but in a way that would surely repulse her. But at the same time he wasn't prepared to let her move just yet, finding he rather liked the closeness. Of course Daryl being Daryl he would have to pretend to be mad, so that's what he did.
"What the hell woman? I thought ya were a walker."
Daryl looked down at her, tryin to put on a convincing glare. He stared into her deep blue eyes as she spoke back to him.
"I asked you a question, expecting you to squirm and I didn't get a reaction at all,"
She leaned in even closer, if that was even possible, so her face was only millimetres away from his and he could feel her breath on his lips. Its took all his will power to not lan in ever so slightly and close the gap between them. No Dixon, concentrate. He continued to look at her as she finished
"so this was the next best thing."
She smirked at him before backing away and walking back to her cell. Daryl almost instantly missed her body next to his.
"Good night Daryl"
Carol turned and winked at him before going into to her cell. He was surprised that she didn't mention his bodies reaction to her being pressed up against him. Fucking woman having that effect on him. Daryl was going to have to learn how to control himself before he did something stupid that they would both regret. With a final sigh of frustration h walked into his cell and went back to sleep.
A/N: So this is again the newer version of this chapter so please leave a review of what you think of it, be as honest and as brutal as you like, can't improve if you don't tell me what you did and didn't like :) peace x
