Daryl walked to Carol's cell, to tell her he couldn't do this, that it wasn't right. Everyone who loved someone else, they only got hurt. Their loved ones died, that was a fact. Carol should have known that- look at Sophia. Look at Lori. Look at Merle.

It wasn't like he didn't enjoy what had happened- he'd kinda wondered about it, if things ever went down that road, but he always stopped himself from picturing the act itself. He didn't know why- it was kinda like he didn't want to think of Carol as anything other than a friend. It wasn't as if he didn't care about her, it was just...he didn't know.

There was a noise coming from her cell. His first thought was the walkers had gotten in , that they had gotten her, that he'd never have a chance to tell her...anything...anymore.

So he adjusted his crossbow as fast as he could and walked up to the cell.

No, it wasn't the walkers that had gotten to Carol.

It took him but a second to realize what was going on.

There were some moaning going on, but most definitely not the walker kind.

Although she had covered herself up with a sheet, there wasn't any doubt what was going on.

This was wrong- he shouldn't be watching this. Hell any of the group could walk by at the moment- what was she thinking?

Her eyes closed tightly, her breathing very audible, her hand doing something he'd never dreamed of her doing-

He bit his lip. Damn this was wrong. But she was so lost, so deep in her own little world, that he could have left right then and there and she'd never have known Daryl had been witness to this.

But he didn't leave.

Her breathing erratic, it seemed as if she would soon achieve what she'd been aiming for.

The smell of sex permeated the air like he'd never experienced before.

He wanted nothing more at that moment than to join her.

"Daryl..." she cried out, causing him to freeze up before taking any other action.

Just the sound of her calling out his name like that, in such a personal moment...it was definitely doing something for him.

She cried out for him once again. Her eyes shut tightly, her body stiffening up, her legs spreading just a bit...it was obvious what was happening, or what was about to happen.

"Daryl...I wish you were here...I need you now..." she muttered while continuing her movements.

Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck.

"Hey," he finally spoke up. "It's me."

Her eyes still shut, she smiled and beckoned with her free hand for him to join her. He set his bow down and then started to approach her.

That's when she looked up at him.

He'd never freaked out so much in life.

It was definitely Carol who looked at him-her hair gave her away. But at the same time, it wasn't her. It was a walker, and she was going right for his jugular.

One hand on his crotch she leaped up and pounced. He was a dead man.

Then he opened his eyes, nearly drowning in a pond of his own sweat.

This was going to be one long-ass night.

tbc