*cries dramatically* So Norman Reedus is in London between the 5th and the 7th of July at the London Comic Con and I won't be there because I didn't know it was happening till today :'( I'm literally an hour and a half away from where Norman Reedus will be. *fan girls* Don't mind me, I've just got Comic Con blues :(

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Daryl stood with his back to the entrance of his cell, breathing deeply and listening out for footsteps he knew would be following him any minute.

He kicked off his boots and pulled off his jacket before sitting down on the bottom bunk, he needed to control his breathing, he didn't know why he'd got so worked up listening to the exchange of vows. He placed his head in his hands and tried to ignore the sound of his heartbeat.

"Hey." Carol breathed appearing at his doorway, "Why'd you sneak off? The celebrations just startin'."

"I'm not feelin' in the mood to celebrate." Daryl bit out rudely.

"Are you ever?" Carol asked.

Daryl finally looked up and his heartbeat got a little quicker and a little bit louder, "Why're you in a mood?" He asked trying to distract himself, "You were okay earlier."

You hadn't rejected me earlier, Carol thought, though obviously she had no intention of saying that, instead she faked a smile and shrugged before taking a seat next to him, "I'm not in a mood," She lied, "You're just hypersensitive."

"Yeah, that must be it." Daryl stated sarcastically, "Why aren't you joinin' in with the party?"

"Well you've made it impossible for me to do both my favourite things simultaneously, so I thought I'd choose my favourite." Carol shrugged, Daryl stared at her blankly and she chuckled, "Spendin' time with you." She confessed blushing slightly, "I'd much rather spend my time with you than party."

Daryl didn't know what to say to that, he simply nodded once and looked away.

"You know, when someone pays you a compliment, common courtesy is to thank them or at least acknowledge that they paid you one."

"Thanks." Daryl muttered, though he lacked sincerity, "Didn't think to swipe a bottle of champagne before you paid me a visit – did you?" He asked, smirking slightly.

"There's only three bottles left, I thought I better leave some for someone else," She reasoned, Daryl nodded his head slowly, "Do you need alcohol to spend time with me?"

"It helps." He quipped.

Carol laughed once and nudged him playfully, "Charmin' as usual, asshole."

Daryl smirked and shook his head, "Just kiddin'."

"Yeah, you better be." She told him, shoulders shaking with mirth.

Daryl rubbed his hands together and focused on a spot on the floor, his breathing had calmed down it was just his heart that wasn't listening to reason.

"Beth's singin' again." Carol pointed out, she closed her eyes and listened to the sweet voice drifting through the cell block.

Daryl watched as the corners of her mouth curled up into an attractive smile, her eyes were still closed and she began to sway, "I don't know the song."

"Neither do I." Carol breathed, she shrugged and finally opened her eyes to look at Daryl, his hair fell about his face in wisps, "You need a haircut."

"I'm growin' it out." Daryl quipped, but as he said it he flicked a few strands from his eyes.

"I can cut it for you if you like, I used to cut Sophia's hair all the time," She offered but Daryl shook his head, "If you're sure."

"Maybe one day." He replied, he smiled a lopsided smile and nodded his head in the direction of the cell entrance, "Go get yourself back to the party."

"I don't want to."

Daryl gave her a look, "I know you do, go on, I'll still be here when you've finished celebratin'."

"Come with me?" She asked but even as she said it she knew he wasn't going to, he shook his head as Carol got to her feet, "I'll bring some champagne – if there's any left."

He nodded once before lying down on the bottom bunk, "See ya later."

Carol smiled once before disappearing back to the party.

Daryl stared at his cell door and sighed, he didn't like sending her away, especially when he wanted to be near her, but it wasn't fair keeping her away from the party just because he wanted to be a recluse.