I won't ramble on but I just wanted to say thanks to everyone reading this!

xKim

"Hey." Daryl breathed standing at the entrance to Beth and Carol's cell, Carol looked up from the laundry she was folding and smiled, "Can I come in?"

"Sure." Carol nodded firmly, she dropped Maggie's jeans in the makeshift washing basket and picked up the pile of washing from the bed next to her, "Sit."

Daryl sat down and ran his fingers through his tousled hair, he had a couple of hours sleep followed by a few hours thinking and naturally, the next thing to do was to find Carol. It wasn't hard to track her down, after loitering in the main area of the cellblock for a while; Beth had told him where she was.

"Did you need somethin'?" Carol asked.

Daryl shook his head and smiled slightly, "Can't I be around you without there bein' some ulterior motive?" He asked nudging her playfully, "Just wanted to say hi."

She smiled slightly and nodded, "Hi." She breathed, "You can go now."

"Harhar." Daryl laughed dryly, he looked down at his hands and chewed the inside of his mouth.

Carol couldn't help but think he wanted to say something else but she didn't want to push him, instead she just sat in silence, letting him think while she folded the remaining clothes.

"About the other night..." Daryl began.

"I thought we weren't talkin' about that?" Carol asked suddenly alarmed, she had already been humiliated enough she didn't want to talk about it anymore.

"I need to," He stated looking at her through the corner of his eye, she watched him carefully, "You said it didn't mean anythin' and you were just, you know, lookin' for a bit of fun."

"In not so many words, yes." Carol breathed.

"Is that true?"

Carol bit down hard on her bottom lip and groaned, "Don't go there Daryl."

"It's drivin' me nuts, I thought what we had was worth more than a drunken fuck." He asked.

"It is..." Carol mumbled, feeling more ridiculous by the second, she shook her head and sighed.

"What?" He asked, noting how uncomfortable she seemed, she looked over at him, "Carol?"

She groaned and placed her head in her hands, "I don't want anythin' to change between us." She told him.

Daryl nodded slowly, "Nothin's gonna change."

"Promise me?"

"I promise." Daryl replied as she looked up at him, her green eyes were wide, "What is it?"

She began folding a t-shirt, anything to distract herself from looking at him, "My feelin's for you...they aren't strictly platonic." She muttered under her breath, though Daryl heard her clearly.

"Oh." He breathed clearing his throat.

"But you promised things wouldn't change between us." She pointed out, she continued looking down at the washing by her feet, not daring to look up at him.

"But..." He sighed heavily and thought carefully about what he had to say, "I'm not very good at this..." He mumbled, "But what if things changed for the better?"

"What do you mean?" She asked, finally looking up.

They made eye contact and he smiled slightly, "I mean my feelin's for you ain't exactly platonic either."

"Really?"

Daryl nodded once and then looked away, "As I was sayin' the other night, I don't do love and I don't have a lot to offer you...but I can try make you happy."

"You don't have to try too hard." She assured him with a smile.

Daryl looked across at her, "So what does this revelation mean for us?" He asked.

Carol bit down on her bottom lip and shrugged, "It can mean whatever you want it to mean," She began, she gingerly placed her hand on his knee and when he didn't shrug her off she smiled slightly, "Nothin' has to change. Or we can be as full on or as subtle as you want." She continued, Daryl placed his hand over hers, "It's entirely your decision."

"And yours." He pointed out.

Carol nodded, "I'm up for whatever." She half-laughed, a little giddy. "Do you want to be together?"

"Well," Daryl began; he entwined his fingers with hers and watched as she chewed on her bottom lip, "I've never been 'together' with anyone before." He blushed.

"Then we can take things slow." She told him.

He nodded slowly and looked down at their hands; he couldn't resist the urge to smile, "So you're tellin' me, I've been walkin' around thinkin' you only want me for my body, when really you've got all sorts of fluffy feelin's for me?" He asked.

"Fluffy feelin's aside, I still want your body." She stated with an impish grin and Daryl shook his head, "What's wrong?"

"It's just hard to believe," He mumbled running his thumb across the back of her hand, "I'm hardly a catch."

Carol raised her eyebrows and shook her head, "Sure, the attractive, kind-hearted man isn't a catch, that makes sense," She stated sarcastically, "If anythin' it's hard to believe you'd ever be interested in me."

Daryl looked up at her and shrugged, "You're perfect." He said quietly.

Carol's lips curled up into an attractive smile as she brought his hand up to her face and placed a gentle kiss on each of his knuckles.

Daryl watched her through hooded eyes and lips parted slightly; he couldn't help the involuntary gasp that escaped him and Carol chuckled slightly in response, clearly loving the affect she had on him.

She bit down on her bottom lip as she slowly lowered his hand back down onto her lap, "Would it be okay if I kissed you?" She asked.

Daryl stared at her for a few seconds, heart palpitating and mind racing, he wanted this more than he'd ever wanted anything, but what if she was disappointed? What if he did it wrong? With a dry mouth, he nodded his head.

Carol inched closer to him so that their hips were touching and she placed her free hand on his cheek, "I'll go slow." She breathed.

Daryl watched with wide eyes as she closed the distance between them and placed the softest kiss on his lips, he barely reacted but she seemed pleased that he didn't flinch away, she drew back and smiled at him before returning her lips to his, this time he couldn't resist the urge to move his lips, he wanted to taste her... He placed his hand at the back of her neck and kissed her softly. He made a low guttural sound and placed his other hand on her hip. But the sweetness wasn't to last, Carol ran her tongue across his bottom lip and Daryl flinched away.

"I'll go slower." Carol blushed. "Sorry..."

"Don't be," Daryl mumbled, he licked at his lips and moved his hands from her hip and neck to his lap. "That was incredible." He confessed.

Carol smiled widely and nodded, "I second that."