Another drab add, I'm seriously considering starting again. Sorry about the lack of interesting posts, thanks again for reading
Carol stood with her back to Daryl humming some song he had never heard before but liked the sound of. She stood with her rifle aimed at nothing in particular and her head tilted to the side, surveying the surrounding foliage.
"What time do you get off?" Daryl asked, pulling her from her reverie.
"Whenever Tyreese relieves me," She breathed turning to face him, the trace of a smile still playing on her lips, "Which should be any minute now."
"Tyreese again, I'm sure he's got the hots for you woman."
"Well if he does it's not reciprocated." She stated tilting her head to look at him, "Why are you so concerned anyway?"
"I'm not." Daryl replied looking down at his boots, "Just an observation."
Carol smiled slightly and turned her back to Daryl again, "Your observations are off."
Daryl shrugged dismissively and they stood in companionable silence until Tyreese finally joined them, he accepted Carol's gun with a smile and nodded his head at Daryl, Daryl nodded his head back in acknowledgement as Carol filled Tyreese in on the nothingness that was happening.
"Thanks beautiful." Tyreese smiled as Daryl and Carol began to walk off.
As soon as they were out of ear shot Carol held up her hand and shook her head, "Not one word."
"Okay, beautiful." Daryl smirked as they walked across the forecourt, past Carl and Beth and into cell block C.
"It was a platonic compliment," Carol explained as they both made their way up to the second level, "I'm sure of it." She added with a shrug.
"I don't know much about flirtin'," Daryl began, "I've never been good at it myself, but I can bet you my crossbow he wants in on your panties."
"That'd be difficult, considerin' I ain't wearin' any." She breathed.
Daryl was taken aback by Carol's unexpected statement; he looked over at her ever-smiling face and scoffed, "Little too much information." He told her as she chewed at her bottom lip.
He wondered idly what she'd taste like as he walked into his cell, kicked off his boots and lay down on his bunk knowing that whenever Carol was finished she'd come and join him.