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"Are we nearly there?" Carol asked for the umpteenth time, Daryl shook his head and she groaned quietly. He cast a look over his shoulder and offered her a weary smile, "How long?"

"An hour, maybe more." He stated.

Carol groaned again, if this hunting trip had proven anything it was that she wasn't made for hunting. She was struggling on an empty stomach and a lack of sleep, she bit down hard on her bottom lip and wiped at her brow with the back of her hand.

"Let's stop for five." He suggested coming to a standstill in a clearing of some sort, he watched as Carol sank down on the floor, clutching at her aching limbs, "Are you alright?"

She nodded, "Just cramp." She told him rubbing at the tops of her thighs.

Daryl dropped his collection of dead squirrels and his crossbow and knelt in front of her, he gingerly moved forward as though he was asking permission to touch her, she smiled slightly letting him know it was okay and he began to rub her thighs for her.

"This is intimate," Carol observed with a small playful smile, she leant back on her hands as Daryl worked his magic on her cramp, "And you wonder how I got the wrong idea about us." She teased.

Daryl blushed under her cool gaze and shrugged, "I can stop, if you'd prefer."

"Don't you dare." Carol replied quickly, a little too quickly, Daryl snorted a laugh and nodded once as he continued to massage her thighs.

He chewed the inside of his mouth and thought back to the night of the kiss, her lips were so soft and she had tasted so sweet, coupled with the fact that his hands were on her thighs... it was all too much, he ceased massaging her and rocked back onto his feet, "Better?" He asked gruffly and she nodded once.

"Much better, thank you." Carol smiled widely and placed her hands where his had once been, she blearily got to her feet and stretched her legs out behind her.

"We should keep movin'." He breathed collecting his weapon and dead squirrels from the floor.

Carol nodded once and sauntered over to him a little wobbly on her aching legs.

"Are you okay?" He checked holding his hand out in case she needed support, she waved a dismissive hand and nodded, "Are you sure?"

"I'm fine, let's just get out of here."

X

After putting down a couple of Walkers in no time at all, Daryl turned his attention back to Carol, she was walking faster to catch up with him, "We're there." He smiled slightly, knowing the news would please her.

Carol smiled widely and dropped her arms against her sides, "Thank you God."

"You can just call me Daryl," He quipped stepping over the corpses of the two male Walkers, Carol laughed once as they broke through the trees right outside of the prison, "Bet you've never been so glad to see this place."

Carol shook her head as they crossed the river over the small bridge and walked along the wrong side of the fence. It took five minutes to get Michonne and Rick's attention, but before they knew it they were back in the prison forecourt.

"Good hunt?" Rick asked Daryl.

Carol nodded her head and smiled widely. "Tiring, but good." She stated.

"What she said," Daryl replied he held the bunch of dead squirrels out and swung them slightly, "I best get these skinned." He added as he started towards cellblock C. Carol wanted to follow him, but at the same time she didn't want him to be annoyed with how much time she'd spent with him over the past couple of days. But, just as she was thinking that, Daryl turned to face her, "Wanna learn how to skin a squirrel?" He asked.

Granted it wasn't the most romantic gesture she'd ever witnessed, but she smiled widely regardless and followed him back into the prison.