Hey everyone! Sorry I haven't posted in a few days, I've been a busy bee. And I'm sorry for the quality of this chapter, I'm half asleep while writing it... I think my bed's calling me! Anyway, thank you for reading!

xKim

Daryl stood back with his hands on his hips as he observed the herd of Walkers snapping wildly at the fence, he furrowed his brow and looked towards Rick, "What do we do?"

Rick shrugged and adjusted his gun in his hands, "We could thin most of them out through the fence, that way we don't have to get too close." He began, he slung his rifle over his shoulder and reached down for his knife, he walked close to the fence and stabbed a Walker through the brain, he withdrew his knife and the Walker dropped. "I'll get Michonne to come down and help."

Daryl nodded once and placed his crossbow on the ground behind him, he pulled his knife from his utility belt and put down a Walker. "I'm gonna get the car back tomorrow." He stated turning to face Rick. "If it was just the car, I wouldn't risk it – the heats got them all riled up. But we found formula, medical supplied, clothes, canned food..."

Rick sighed inwardly and shrugged, "That's your call, I'd prefer it if you took someone with you though."

"I'll take Carol." Daryl suggested quickly, then, realising how eager he sounded, began to blush, "She's been wantin' to get some stuff from town for a while now..." He lied.

Rick nodded, "Okay."

X

Later that day, after eating a dish of Hershel's squirrel stew, Daryl wandered out of the cellblock and into the shower room alone, he lay his crossbow down on the floor next to his pile of clean clothes and undid his belt, placing that on the floor next to his crossbow and clothes. He peeled off his jacket and dumped it on the floor just as the door creaked open and in walked Carol.

"Hey." She smiled letting the door click shut behind her.

Daryl nodded his head at her in acknowledgement and stopped removing his clothes.

"Don't mind me." She flirted.

Daryl scoffed and shook his head, "Pervert." He quipped moving forward and grabbing her hand. "I haven't had chance to say a proper hello to you yet, have I?"

Carol shook her head, "No, I'm feelin' neglected."

Daryl smirked and placed a chaste kiss on her waiting lips, "Sorry, I've been distracted."

"I could tell, is something wrong?"

He shrugged and let go of her hand, "I was just distracted on the run, sloppy even. Could have got us all killed." Daryl frowned; he raked his fingers through his hair and looked down at his boots.

"Tyreese fired the gun, you did nothin' but bring them back here."

"Mhm," He nodded his head slowly, "I ran us into more Walkers, it was a close one. At one point, I didn't think we'd make it and that thought..." He trailed off, leaving the sentence hanging in midair. "I promised I'd come back to you though."

"You did." Carol smiled.

"I've also promised Rick me and you would go get the car tomorrow... there's supplies in there." He explained finally looking her in the eye, "You don't have to go though, I can ask Glenn-"

"No, I'd like to!" Carol replied quickly, she smiled slightly and shrugged, "It's not often we get to spend time together, just us."

"We're always spendin' time together." Daryl shrugged, he watched as she stepped forward and placed her hands on his chest.

"I mean just us." She purred.

"It's just us now?" Daryl replied nervously as she ran her hand down his torso towards his waistband, the other day was a moment of weakness, he wasn't ready for a repeat just yet. He took her hand in his and brought it up to his mouth, he dropped a dozen kisses on her knuckles and smiled a crooked smile, "Anyone could walk in."

"No one did last time," She reasoned with a casual shrug, "We can even go back in the cubicle and-"

"Not today." He mumbled.

She nodded once and withdrew her hand.

"I'm not sayin' never." He told her, "Just not today."

Again, she nodded, but this time she smiled. "Were you about to shower? I can stay and talk to you, if you like."

Daryl looked down at his feet, he was suddenly very conscious of his scars, he shook his head and offered her a wary smile, "I'll see you back in our cell?"

"OUR cell?" Carol asked, eyebrows arched and a smile on her face.

He blushed and shrugged, "Well, you seem to be a permanent fixture – whether I like it or not."

"And do you like it?" She asked timidly, suddenly unsure.

Daryl shrugged, "You're not so bad," He quipped closing the distance between them and placing a soft kiss on her lips, "Even if you do hog the covers."