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Rick was right, they were not disappointed by Beth's culinary skills, even with the bare minimum ingredients she still managed to concoct something more than edible.

Daryl finished his bowl of stew in record time and declined Beth's offer of seconds before heading up to Glenn and Maggie who were stood on the balcony chatting animatedly. He held his rucksack out to Glenn and smiled slightly at Maggie. "Got you both some more champagne." He told them. "And I got what you asked for." He concluded and Glenn blushed.

"Thanks Daryl."

"It's fine." Daryl mumbled looking down at Carol who was cooing over baby Judith in her travel cot. "As far as runs go, it wasn't awful."

Maggie followed his line of sight and smiled sweetly before swapping knowing glances with Glenn.

"I'll be in my cell if anyone needs me." He stated finally tearing his eyes away from Carol, now that she was safe, he could get some sleep. Or at least try.

Back in his cell, he kicked off his boots, pulled off his jacked and slumped into bed. He'd just got comfortable when she appeared in the doorway, a small smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. "Were you plannin' on sleepin'?" She asked.

Daryl shrugged and sat up slightly, "That depends."

"On?"

"On whether you have a better offer for me..." Daryl trailed off, realising that what had been an innocent comment in his mind had sounded a little dirty out loud, he cleared his throat.

"Well..." Carol began, she pulled a bottle of champagne out from seemingly nowhere and her smile grew a little, "We've got far too much alcohol for Glenn and Maggie's makeshift weddin', so I thought we could get a little tipsy."

"Look at you," Daryl began, he swung his legs off the side of the bed and raised an eyebrow, "One night on the sauce and you're gagging for more."

"Like I said before, Ed never let me drink. Let's call it making up for lost time." She beamed as she took a seat next to him.

Daryl nodded his head slowly, he couldn't help but feel slightly irked at the mention of Ed's name, not only did it stir up some crazy feelings Daryl couldn't fully comprehend – something not unlike jealousy – it also made him hate the mere memory of the man.

"Hey, where did you go?" Carol asked softly as she began twisting at the screw-top lid.

He shrugged and stifled a chuckle as he watched her struggle to open the bottle, "Need some help?" He offered.

Carol handed over the bottle and watched as Daryl opened it with as much ease as she'd expected.

He held it out to her and offered her a coy smile, "This was your idea, it's only fair you kick-start the drinkin'." He told her. Naturally, Carol obliged and Daryl watched through hooded eyes as she took a swig from the bottle.

"What?" She asked, a small smile still playing on her lips. She handed him the bottle and placed her hands in her lap.

"Nothin'." He mumbled before bringing the champagne up to his lips.

"Sometimes I catch you lookin' at me like that..." She confessed, her tone soft, "Like you're thinkin' more than you're sayin'."

"I often think more than I say." Daryl replied, hoping that would be the end of that. But Carol had other ideas; she accepted the bottle off him and took her turn, savouring the sweetness of the alcohol.

"What do you think about?"

Daryl shrugged, that was such a huge question he didn't even know where to begin answering it. Was she only interested in what he thought about her? Even if that was the case, that was still a huge question. What did he think about Carol? Beautifully damaged Carol. He couldn't even begin to elaborate. Instead he just shrugged.

"You don't know?" She asked smiling slightly as he drank from the bottle.

He shook his head, "I know you ain't got no business up in my head." He told her, though his tone was anything but serious.

Carol chuckled softly and nodded, "That's fair."