Hi everyone :) I hope I'm not boring you too much with this fic, it was never supposed to be a shocker fic, I don't plan on killing off Daryl or Carol or both. It was just supposed to show how their relationship progressed. Here's some more

xKim

"Carol, I was wonderin' if you could give me a hand," Hershel drawled, holding onto the stairs for support, "Take some food to Carl in the courtyard and Daryl in the watchtower?"

Carol nodded once and got up from her seat, "Sure, anythin' else?"

"No, thank you." He smiled, handing her two bowls of squirrel stew.

Carol nodded once as she collected the bowls and headed out to the forecourt to Carl, "Anythin' interestin' happenin'?" She asked.

Carl looked up from Walker he'd been staring at and shook his head, "Nope, nothin'."

"Here," Carol breathed handing over his bowl of food, "Hershel's been cookin'."

"Great!" Carl beamed, he swung his gun onto his shoulder and stuck into his first meal of the day, "Mmm, its good."

"I better get this to Daryl before it gets cold." Carol told him, she marched over to the watchtower, walked up the stairs and smiled at Daryl who was already looking at the door. "Hershel sends food."

"Smells good," Daryl grunted, "Thanks."

Carol nodded her head by means of a response and stood with her back against the wall, she stared down at her feet and waited for him to finish his food.

"Thanks." Daryl repeated handing her the now empty bowl, "Tell Hershel I said thanks too."

Carol tilted her head, "Aren't you comin' back inside?" She asked and Daryl shook his head, "Why? Glenn will be up soon to take over."

"Ain't no need." Daryl replied, "I'm fine."

Carol crossed her arms over her chest and pinned Daryl with a look that spoke volumes, she knew he wasn't fine by a long shot but knew now wasn't the time to press him for information, "Still, you need to sleep." Carol suggested.

"I'm fine." Daryl repeated tight-lipped.

Carol held up her hands in defence, "I'm not disputin' that. It's just you're not goin' to be able to function well on little or no sleep."

Daryl nodded once and switched his crossbow into his other hand, "I'll try and sleep."

"Good." Carol smiled, she pushed herself up from the wall content with the answer she had got and started to leave.

"Stay."

"Huh?"

"I mean, you know, if you're not busy...could you stay?" Daryl asked bashfully.

"Sure." Carol smile was unwavering as she placed Daryl's bowl on the floor and leant her back back against the wall, "Does this mean you're ready to talk?" She asked, hopefully.

Daryl shook his head, but instead of getting mad this time he shot her an apologetic smile, "Sorry."