Hi everyone! Thanks a lot for reading/reviewing/following/favouriting this fic, I now it's slow moving to say we're 31 chapters (however small they may be) in and they haven't really progressed as much as I'd like them to BUT we're 3 seasons in and let's face they haven't really progressed much either (season 4 better have some beautiful Caryl moments to fulfill my obsession) I just hope I'm not dragging this out too much...

Daryl pulled on his boots followed by his jacket and shoved his knife into the waistband of his jeans; he plucked his crossbow off his bed and slung it over his left shoulder. He did a double-take of his cell before turning to leave.

"Goin' somewhere son?" Hershel drawled, Daryl didn't like how people had the ability to sneak up on him – maybe not intentionally but they were still doing it.

He nodded his head, "Goin' huntin'." He explained and Hershel nodded once, "Goin' further out this time."

"You be careful."

"Always am." Daryl responded with a small smile that didn't quite reach his eyes, "Need anythin' else?"

"I wanted to talk to you about Carol." Hershel began, he hobbled into Daryl's cell and pointed at his bed with the end of his crutch, "May I?"

Daryl nodded his head once and leant his back against the concrete wall, he watched as Hershel slowly lowered himself onto the bed, rubbed at his thighs and sighed heavily. "Everythin' alright?" Daryl checked.

"Yes, I'm fine," Hershel smiled, "How are you holdin' up?"

Daryl shrugged and looked down at his boots, "Fine, I guess."

"You don't seem very convincin'." Hershel observed.

Again, Daryl shrugged, he wasn't in the mood for a heart-to-heart but there was something about Hershel that always managed to coax things out of him.

"What happened with you and Carol?"

"Nothin'." Daryl lied, he and Carol were too complex to understand in one sitting, a simple 'she kissed me' – though being accurate – wouldn't have been explained well enough.

"Don't give me that. You two act like you're surgically attached to one and other most of the time and yet for the past couple of days you've been avoidin' each other like the plague."

Daryl internally bashed the older man for being so perceptive and sighed, "It's sometin' and nothin', Carol just needs some space."

"I won't ask why."

Daryl nodded his head slowly and looked down at his boots, "Women are confusin'."

Hershel chuckled, "That they are."

"I wish I knew what she wanted." Daryl sighed, he flicked his hair from his eyes and looked back up at Hershel.

"I think it's pretty clear what she wants."

Daryl shrugged, he thought, if that night was anything to go by, he had a good idea what it was that Carol wanted. But it turned out he didn't know anything.

"It's you son."

Daryl scoffed and shook his head, "Not likely."

"And you're the only one who can't see it," Hershel pointed out, he smiled slightly and rubbed at his thighs again, "And I think you want her too."

"I just want to go huntin'." Daryl shot back defensively.

Hershel nodded once and struggled to get onto his one good foot, he stood teetering on one leg while looking at Daryl, "I'll leave you be then." He mumbled.

Daryl grunted a thanks and made a quick exit, leaving Hershel following slowly behind. He made his way across the forecourt towards where Carol and Carl stood chatting.

"Hey Daryl." Carl smiled and Carol turned her head to look at him, "Goin' huntin'?" He asked.

Daryl nodded once.

"I thought you were takin' me with you." Carol said, she adjusted the rifle strap on her shoulder and tilted her head, "Or have you changed your mind?"

Daryl shook his head and raised his hand to shield his eyes from the sin, "Not if you still want to come."

Carol thought for a second before nodding her head, "I'll just get my things together." She breathed before starting back towards the prison, leaving Daryl and Carl standing on the forecourt.