Hey everyone, glad to everyone's pro-smut (though I'm not the best at writing it) and thank you for all the reviews, new follows etc etc, it means a lot!

xKim

Carol was wrong.

The news that they were together and had been caught kissing spread through the group like wildfire and it wasn't even a day before Maggie caught up with Carol in the prison bathroom.

"I knew it!" Maggie beamed and Carol half-laughed, half-blushed, "The way you pair've been carryin' on and lookin' at each other the past few days – I told Glenn that ain't no friendship." She added, she watched as Carol scrubbed at one of Judith's sleep suits, "I'm so happy for you both."

"Thank you Maggie, that's very sweet of you," Carol smiled slightly, she dropped the now clean sleep suit into the makeshift washing basket and plucked another from the pile of dirty washing, "But can you not say anythin' to Daryl? He's a bit iffy about everyone knowin'."

"Sure, no problem." Maggie smiled, she leant her back against the wall of the bathroom and stared down at her boots. She opened her mouth to speak but as she looked up she saw Daryl standing there, she smiled at him and looked towards Carol who hadn't seemed to notice him yet, "I better get back to watch." She stated before disappearing.

Finally, Carol looked up from the laundry and smiled, "Hey." She greeted him.

He nodded once and stepped into the bathroom completely, letting the door click shut behind him, "You been out here for ages," He pointed out, "Everythin' alright?"

She nodded and dropped another sleep suit into the washing basket, "Of course, why wouldn't it be?" She asked.

"We've barely spoke all day."

"That's because when I've seen you our mouths have been pretty busy," She flirted as she got to her feet. "Nothin's wrong, I promise." She smiled but when he didn't smile back she got a little worried, "Is there somethin' wrong with you?"

Daryl sighed and shrugged, "Had a talk with Tyreese earlier, got a little heated."

"Uh oh," Carol began, she stepped forward and took his outstretched hand, "What happened?"

"He told me that I better look after you," Daryl explained, "Which is ridiculous, of course I'm gonna look after you. I just don't see what it has to do with him."

Carol shrugged, "What did you say to him?"

"I told him to go fuck himself." Daryl bit out, "Tellin' me how to look after my woman, he's lucky I didn't floor him."

Carol chuckled and moved even closer still, she leant up and placed a small kiss on his cheek.

"What was that for?" Daryl asked a small smile playing on his mouth.

"For callin' me your woman, I like the sound of that." She told him.

He bowed his head and placed a soft, lingering kiss on her lips, "Me too." He muttered pressing his lips against hers again, she moaned quietly and Daryl smirked, clearly loving the effect he had on her.

She pulled away and smiled a huge smile before pulling him as close as humanly possible, he pulled away slightly and it wasn't hard for Carol to see (or rather feel) why... "Oh." She mouthed using all her willpower to not look down at his crotch.

"Sorry." Daryl blushed recoiling in horror, he attempted to get away from her but Carol wasn't making it easy for him.

She bit down on her bottom lip and grabbed a fistful of his t-shirt, "Stop being sorry," She purred as she pressed her lips against his once, she pulled away slightly and smiled, "I can help...if you like." She whispered.

"What if someone comes in?" He asked, eyes darting to the door then back to meet her green gaze.

Carol took his hand and led him into a shower cubicle, she pulled the thin plastic shower curtain across and looked up at him through dark lashes, "Disaster averted."

Daryl looked down at her and shrugged, "I'm not sure..." He began, but as he said it Carol placed her hands on his torso and he knew he'd do anything she wanted, he nodded once and pressed his forehead against hers.

"I'll go slow." She said and Daryl nodded once.

He watched through hooded eyes as she bit down on her bottom lip and moved her right hand down his torso, stopping at his waistband. She fumbled with his belt buckle for a good few seconds before it came undone in her hand, Daryl leant his back against the wall in the shower cubicle and watched her carefully as she slowly undid his fly.

"You can stop me at any time," She told him, "But I'd rather you didn't." She mumbled as she reached into the front of his jeans and gingerly wrapped her fingers around his length.

Daryl groaned as her lips found his, he returned the kiss with as much passion as he could muster and moved his hips in rhythm with her hand, "Fuck." He groaned as she expertly flicked her wrist back and forth.

He placed his forehead against hers and tried to control his heavy breathing, despite maximum effort he couldn't and so he gave up and concentrated on her hands on him.

With her hands on him, it was easy to forget the world around them. For a few minutes Daryl wasn't thinking about Merle or the Governor or about Walkers or even about his inevitable grizzly end. He didn't care about anything bar Carol.

Carol sucked in a ragged breath as she felt his entire body begin to tremble against hers, he was throbbing, his breathing hitched...she could tell he was close.

Daryl closed his eyes as she stroked the length of his shaft, he knew he was close too, but he didn't want this to end, not prematurely anyway. But as she twisted her wrist and pumped just a little faster, he felt himself coming undone.

He came but Carol didn't relent, it was almost as though she was trying to get every last drop out of him.

Blushing, Daryl gently placed his free hand on her forearm and she ceased movement, she pulled her hand from his jeans and looked down at the mess he'd made, "Sorry." He mumbled sheepishly.

Carol felt like laughing over his apology but knew now wasn't the time, instead she leant up and placed a rough kiss on his lips, "Stop apologisin', you did nothin' wrong."

Despite his hard-on, Daryl did up his jeans and buckled his belt up, he didn't want to tell her how amazing that felt, or how he was still so hard over the mere thought of her hands on him, the truth was; he didn't want to talk at all...but Carol had other ideas.

"Daryl look at me," She ordered, she placed her free hand on his cheek and smiled, "It's okay."

"I wanted to last longer than a couple of minutes." He stated avoiding eye contact, he frowned as he stared at a spot on the tiled floor.

"And you will next time." She said in an attempt to comfort him, "There will be a next time, won't there?" She asked, now it was her turn to blush.

"I ain't an expert, but ain't you supposed to return the favour?" He asked arching an eyebrow, everything inside Carol clenched at the thought of his hands on her like that, "Well, I'll try anyway..."

"Believe me," Carol began, she ran her index finger along his waistband and smiled slightly, "You'll succeed." She stated confidently.