A/N: hello there people of the intranets :3 so as I have a pattern going on here, this is the edited version of chapter 3, because the old one looked really bad and I can make it better now. So low and behold; Enjoy and Review

Chapter 3: Revenge

Daryl woke up when he felt the light shining in on his eyes. He presumed that he had slept in ever so slightly but decided he would go hunting because they needed the food. Plus thats not to mention they'd need extra food this winter what with Woodberry living in the prison now.

Daryl got up and slowly stretched, trying to loosen his muscles a little. Before he walked out of his cell and turned to head down the stairs, towards the prisons kitchen to get some breakfast.

When he walked in he was pleasantly greeted to see that only Carol was there, sipping on a cup of coffee. Daryl decided there and then that it was time for revenge for her stunt last night. He walked in stealthily silent, his plan already formed in his head.

Daryl was now standing behind Carol and he tightly wrapped his arms around her chest pinning her arms down. She let out a scared squeal and tried to free her arms, but without much success. Daryl was trying his hardest not laugh as she tried to get free of his grip. He couldn't help it anymore though. Once she started to swear at him, he burst out in a fit of laughter.

He let her go to enable himself to hold onto the table to stop from doubling over with laughter. Carol turned and looked at Daryl with fury in her eyes, and before he could defend himself she slapped him across the face, hard.

Carol's POV

Carol had been sitting for some time now in the kitchen, just drinking her cup of coffee, which was almost cold now because she had been so distracted from thinking about Daryl last night. She had been so tempted to kiss him when he was only millimetres away from her, but she knew it would ruin their friendship. That's not including the fact that there's no way he would ever think about her in that way, not with younger women like Karen from Woodberry being here now. And she would hate herself if she ruined the relationship, that she spent so much time trying to gain, all because she fancied the man.

She suddenly felt something wrap their arms around her and she screamed in shock. She couldn't tell who it was and she started to fear it was a walker so she reached for her knife but it was out of her grasp.

After struggling for a few more moments she knew it wasn't a walker because it would've bit her by now, which lead to the conclusion that it was someone from the prison or Woodberry.

"Get the fuck off me, you dirty son of a bitch! Who do you think you are making me think you're a fucking walker!"

Carol practically spat the words at the person, she was in such a rage right now. She felt the grip around her loosen and then finally disappear. The she heard a rare noise. Daryl Dixons laugh.

Carol sharply turned around and saw Daryl leaning against the table next to the one she had been sitting at. She got up abruptly and took two massive strides to stand in front of him, and then without giving him any time to react, she struck him across the face as hard as she could.

Daryl stopped laughing that moment at looked at her in shock, his hand going up to the side of his face which she had hit.

"What the hell Daryl! I thought you were a walker! I believed I was going to die, why would you do that for?"

Carol could feel her face turning red from bad temper and as she stared at him with daggers shooting out of her eyes as she waited for his reply.

Daryl's POV

"...why the hell did you do that for?"

Daryl couldn't help but smile at how mad she was at him, she looked so cute when she glared at him like that. Ok Daryl snap out of it, yer gunna have to reply to her before she slaps ya again. Woman's got some hidden strength, he must remember to ask Rick about starting a training group. But right now he had more important things to worry about; Carols rage.

"Well I thought it was hilarious."

Daryl's voice was laced with amusement and he widely smiled at her before continuing,

"Plus I had to get back at ya for last night, this seemed only fair."

He watched her expression change from wanting to murder him on the spot, to confused, to at last, amused. He heard he start to laugh lightly, and after a few minutes the two of them we standing beside each other, doubled over with laughter.

"Ha. Very good Dixon. Just, don't use your amazing hunter powers so I can't hear you next time. That's just an unfair advantage."

She bumped his shoulder with hers, and Daryl looked down at the ground, a small blush crawled across his face from her compliment.

"Ok I'll try, but no more pinning me up against walls late at night"

Carol smiled up wickedly at him

"I can't make any promises, I like making you squirm"

With that she started to walk away to the cooker.

"Come on then hunter, guess I'm gunna have to feed you and all now too"

Carol turned and winked at him. He growled lightly and replied

"What ya mean by that woman, I'm tha one that gets all tha food ta feed ya. Bit unfair ta turn that on me just 'cause I ain' gunna cook it."

Daryl began to walk towards Carol who at this point was pouring some kind of lukewarm porridge into two bowls for him and her.

"Aw poor baby, too lazy to even cook some porridge. But don't you worry, I'm always gunna be here to cook your squirrels."

Daryl, who was now standing directly behind her, felt strongly compelled to put his arms around her waist and pull her close to him, but he contained himself, not wanting to ruin their friendship. That's all she wanted to be, friends, and he'd rather that than have nothing at all between them because he did something stupid.

Carol's POV

She could tell Daryl was behind her now, and she wished nothing more than for him to wrap his arms around her and to hold her close to him. But Carol knew Daryl would never want something like that with a beaten old house-wife like her. So instead she tried to ignore his presence and pretend that he wasn't there.

Carol turned around, two bowls in hand, and gave one to him. He smiled slightly and mumbled thanks before starting to scoff down the porridge, which was gone in 30 seconds flat. She was still picking at hers and she noticed that he was watching her, but didn't mention it, and just continued to eat.

He must have been waiting for her to finish because as soon as the last spoonful was swallowed he started to speak, looking right at her.

"Em Carol, could I ask you to do something with me?"

Daryl sounded so worried, almost like he was afraid she would reject him. Oh if only he knew how much he meant to her, how she could never reject him.

"Yeah of course Daryl, what is it?"

She was looking at him intently and noticed he began to bite his thumb mid-sentence. So obviously whatever he needed to ask her had made him nervous. He always bites his thumb when he's nervous, another trait of his she found very cute. Wait did she just link the word cute to Daryl Dixon? At her thoughts he stopped biting his thumb, looked down at the ground and spoke.

"I was lookin' ta know how ya would feel 'bout lettin' me teach ya how ta fight properly and how ta hunt a little. Yo-you don't have ta if you don't wanna, it was just an idea. I think it could be good to teach ya how to fight, now that I know first hand how hard ya can hit."

He laughed a lightly at the thought and she smiled at the sound. His laugh was so rare that liked to just listen to it. Try to memorise each note because she didn't know how long it would be till she heard it again.

Carol had been so lost in her own thoughts that she forgotten that he had asked her something and he was starting to look a little uncomfortable, obviously thinking she didn't want to train with him when she most definitely did.

"I would love that Daryl, it's a very good idea"

Carol finally managed to spit out and she smiled at him warmly to confirm her reply before continuing.

"and yeah, sorry about hitting you. It's just the fact that I was so certain that it was a walker, then when I noticed it wasn't trying to bite me I knew it was a person."

Carol paused slightly not sure how to continue, without pissing Daryl off in the process. She sighed knowing that it was impossible and just said it out right.

"I got mad because I thought it was that boy that's always flirting with me, and following me like a lost puppy. Tyreese."

Daryl's POV

"...Tyreese."

His head shot up at that fact. The name kept racing through his mind. Tyreese.

Daryl couldn't believe how pissed he was at the thought of another man flirting with his woman. Wait, since when was Carol his woman? Look that doesn't matter, right now he has more pressing matters to deal with first.

"What tha' fuck ya mean he's always flirtin' with ya? Why didn't ya tell me this, I've been lookin' for a reason to punch that man for a while now."

He wasn't lying, he didn't fail to notice how he eye fucked Carol everywhere she went, and he didn't like it one bit. He found that he was balling up his fists with a rage he couldn't control.

Daryl couldn't believe someone else, who they'd only knew for a few months, had more balls than him to make a move on Carol. Damnit Daryl, if Merle was here he'd be slaggin' tha shit outa ya.

'why don't ya just grow a pair and put the wood to lil mousey over there already?'

He knew all to well that that's what his brother would be saying if he was here right now.

"Because I don't want you to get hurt Daryl, so I didn't mention it."

Her words stabbed at his heart. She cared about what happened to him and how he felt, she really cared. Not the type of care these Woodberry people had for him. They only cared that he brought food back for them.

"Ya don't gotta worry about me,"

Daryl mumbled back to her, he paused slightly and looked at her, wanting to see her face as he finished his sentence.

"I'm the one who has to worry about you. I can't lose ya Carol, ya mean too much to me."

He started to bite at his thumb because he was worried she would laugh, and reject him.

Suddenly she was moving toward him and pulled his hand away. She tilted his chin down slightly so they were at the same angle as each other and he had no choice but to stare into Carols eyes. Without so much as a heart beat in between, he felt her lips crash against his.

A/N: cliff hanger kinda :3 ha so yeah this chapter changed quite a bit but I think it works a lot better for it :) as always hope you enjoyed it. Reviews appreciated :D peace x