Hey everyone! Thanks for reviewing and reading the last chapter, I read somewhere on tumblr how Norman Reedus feels about playing Daryl and how people ask him 'When are you gonna bang Carol?' and his response was something along the lines of 'I want to premature ejaculate and cry in the corner' and I wanted their first kiss to be as awkward as that would be.

The sun is shining and I've done nothing but write for the past two days, so I'm in a great mood! Hope you're all okay :)

Carol paced the watchtower with her rifle slung over her right shoulder, she was eager to go on watch today despite suffering from the mother of all hangovers, anything to distract herself from thinking about last night's 'event'.

She knew it was only a matter of time before Daryl located her, one; there weren't many places she could hide in such an enclosed space and two; she'd made him promise to take her hunting with him. She bashed herself internally for making him promise and groaned at the memory of last night. Her mind played back the entire episode in crisp HD. The sweetness of the kiss, the bitterness of the rejection...

She shook her head and cast her eyes down at her boots, she was sure there was something there... she was apparently wrong.

"Hey." A familiar voice broke through her reverie and she didn't need to turn round to know who it was.

"Hello." She replied quietly, still looking out of the watchtower down at the surrounding woodland.

"How're you?" He asked gingerly, like he was trying to talk someone down from a roof.

"Just fine." Carol stated, she looked down the scope at what she first thought was a Walker and then, as she realised it wasn't, she lowered her gun. "Yourself?"

"I'm good."

She nodded her head slowly and fought the urge to turn around and look into those beautiful cobalt blue eyes; instead she continued to stare at the woodland.

He cleared his throat, "Can we talk?"

"Sure," Carol responded, she intended to sound cheery but her voice was a little too high, "Go ahead." She finally turned her head to look at Daryl, trying to look as indifferent as possible... and failing. "If it's about last night, look, I was drunk." She laughed nervously, "It didn't mean anything."

"It didn't?" Daryl asked sheepishly, he removed his hands from his pockets and folded his arms across his chest. Carol shook her head, though her eyes told a different story. He edged closer to her and she moved further away, "Let me apologise for how I reacted."

"There's no need." Carol bit out, she really didn't want to be talking about this.

"There's every need if it's made things awkward between us... I don't need you hatin' on me."

She shook her head, "It's not awkward and I don't hate you." Quite the opposite actually.

"Well you might..." He mumbled as he raked long calloused fingers through his hair, "Considerin' I'm not gonna let it go that easy."

Carol groaned and rolled her eyes, she wasn't sure she could handle any more humiliation.

"If you're lookin' for romance then I'm not your guy," He began, shaking his head for extra affirmation, "I don't do love but..."

"Get your head outta your ass Daryl, it wasn't love I was lookin' for." She blurted out, though even as she said it she didn't believe it. "I was drunk, I haven't been with anyone in over 18 months, a woman has needs!" She added, trying to lighten the mood but just making it that much more awkward, "Don't turn this into more than it is..."

Daryl nodded his head slowly as he began to understand what she was saying and the meaning of last night's kiss... He knew it would never mean as much to her as it would to him. He wasn't used to the spectrum of emotions he was feeling, he didn't understand half of them at all but one he knew was disappointment. Would she have really ruined what they had for a drunken night together?

He was suddenly glad he'd push her away.