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The alcohol had long gone and Daryl was feeling slightly worse for wear, he lay his head down on his pillow and stared up at the bottom of the top bunk.

"Budge over." Carol slurred, prodding him in the chest with one wobbly index finger.

"Don't you have a somewhere to be that isn't here?" He feigned irritation but at the same time he shuffled over in the bed, creating enough room for her to climb in next to him.

Carol shrugged as she lay down next to him and followed his line of sight, "Would you prefer me to be somewhere else?" She asked.

Daryl thought about how he could get out of answering that one, but, noting he was slightly inebriated and there was every chance he wouldn't remember this tomorrow, he shook his head, "No."

"Exactly, so quit your whinin' boy or I'll give you somethin' to whine about."

Daryl laughed once and turned his head to face her, a small smile still playing on the corners of his mouth, she turned her head too and then they were face-to-face lying a matter of inches apart. He could smell her sweet breath on his face and wondered idly what she'd taste like. "I like drunk you, you're feisty." He mumbled, staring down at her soft lips.

Carol opened her mouth to speak and then closed it again, deciding that now probably wasn't the best time to confess her attraction for him. Instead she just smiled sweetly and then yawned. "I feel like I could sleep for a month."

"Go for it."

"Here?" Carol asked, surprised. She angled her body towards him.

He shrugged trying to act indifferent, "If you want."

"I feel safe here." She confessed quietly.

Daryl didn't speak, he just nodded once and watched as she closed her eyes, the trace of a smile still playing on her mouth.

"We should have played spin the bottle," Carol mumbled sleepily, "Like teenagers again."

"I'm glad we didn't."

Carol opened one green eye wide, "What are you implyin'? I'm a great kisser, I'll have you know."

Daryl wasn't disputing that, he could guarantee she made kissing into a fine art just by looking at how soft her lips were and the way she bit down on that bottom lip...he found himself staring again.

"I suppose it'd be a whole different kettle of fish if I looked like Karen."

He raised his eyebrows marginally and shook his head, "No."

"What's wrong with Karen?"

"There's nothin' wrong with Karen if that's what you're into." Daryl replied with an incredulous shrug.

"Well, what are you into?"

Again, Daryl shrugged; he didn't really have 'a type' but he knew that Karen wasn't it. For one, she wasn't sassy enough, not to mention the fact she'd barely spoken two words to him since they'd arrived. No, Karen definitely wasn't his type... Carol on the other hand...

"Daryl..." Carol saying his name was just about his favourite thing ever, she propped her head up on her hand and stared down into his heavy-lidded, cobalt blue eyes, "Everyone has a type. I tend to like the strong, silent type." She explained.

"Ed was strong and silent?"

Carol shook her head, "Ed was neither strong nor silent. Somethin' went wrong there..." She breathed, breaking their gaze. "Ed was..."

"A bastard?" Daryl offered and Carol laughed once and nodded her head.

"Spot on," She mumbled, "But the less said about him the better." She rolled her eyes and looked back at Daryl, "Were any of your ex's that intolerable?"

Daryl didn't have a wealth of experience to draw on, the closest thing to a girlfriend he had was a woman nearly five years older than him who Merle had had once before him... He wasn't exactly a Casanova. He shook his head.

"You don't like talkin' about your past." Carol observed, she took her hand and placed it on his forearm, "It doesn't matter, things like that seem a bit irrelevant in this world – it'd just be nice to have a two sided conversation one day." She teased before retracting her hand.

Daryl smiled apologetically and looked away. One day...