AN: Here we go, another little chapter!

I hope you enjoy! Let me know what you think!

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Just as night was falling over them, Daryl snuggled a little closer to Carol inthe cab of the truck.

"I guess tomorrow we're pulling out," Daryl said.

"I guess you're right," Carol replied, laughing a little at the statement. "Rick and Shane didn't seem very happy about the idea," Carol added a moment later. She hadn't mentioned anything about the snuggling. She seemed content to sit with her body close enough to Daryl's that he could feel the warmth of her on his side. It wasn't a feeling that he was opposed to in the slightest.

Darrell thought about the fact that they two men didn't seem very happy about the move that had been proposed to them by Alice with a little more force than either of them clearly liked getting from a woman. They didn't seem happy about it at all, but Daryl didn't know what it was, exactly, that pissed them off. It could have very well been that it was Alice that had suggested that they move on. It could have been that someone else, and not the two of them, had been the one to point out some of the possible flaws in their plans to simply sit by the side of the road and wait to become breakfast to a passing pack of Walkers.

Or it might not have anything to do with the moving on, their seeming lack of direction, or the Walkers at all. It might have to do with that Lori woman, and that was something that baffled Daryl.

He knew that both of the men had it bad for her, to put it simply, but he couldn't for the life of him figure out why. It had to be a case of different things tickling the fancy of different people.

And Lori certainly held very little interest for him, though he couldn't entirely say that about every woman around.

"They don't like that someone said somethin' to 'em," Daryl offered. "Don't like havin' someone question their authority."

Carol hummed. Daryl decided to keep his opinions on whatever was happening between the two men and the one woman to himself. He didn't want Carol to think that he was in the habit of judging a woman for what she did with her free time and her body…even if he might judge Lori just a little. But…then again…she had a ring on her finger and a perfectly live husband. He couldn't help if he thought that might make it appropriate for her to stop making certain kinds of eyes at her boyfriend all during dinner time.

Daryl moved enough to slightly nudge Carol with his arm. He wasn't good at this. He wasn't as talented as Merle was at getting women to do what he wanted or even to really notice him at all. Merle could go from zero to sixty with a woman in a matter of minutes before all this had happened…and he could clearly do it now as well.

Daryl didn't feel nearly as confident. But he thought the proximity might help let her know his intentions a little. He could, if she didn't appreciate the gesture, apologize and pretend it had been a total accident. He could make more space between them if that's what she wanted.

But she smiled at him when he nudged her, and he couldn't help but smile back. It was almost pitch black in the locked truck cab and he could barely see her face, but he could see enough of it, and they were alone. Everyone else was asleep, either in the house or in the vehicles surrounding them, and even if they weren't, they weren't paying them any attention.

Daryl swallowed.

"I'm thinking about kissing you right now," he said finally. He felt his face burn red at the words that had snuck out of his mouth, but she didn't move away from him.

"I'm thinking about you kissing me," she responded.

And Daryl decided that was the best invitation that he was likely to get. So he did kiss her and she responded to the kiss.

And he enjoyed it enough that he drew the kiss out far longer than it had to go on and she matched him, pulling away long enough to get her breath before bringing their lips back together.

Daryl wasn't entirely sure how he kissed. No one had ever told him before, but he liked the way that she kissed and he especially liked the way she was kissing right now. She was kissing like she was hungry for him. She was kissing like she was afraid that he was going to stop kissing her. And he almost did stop kissing her simply because his thoughts on it almost forced him to smile instead of concentrate on playing back with her lips and tongue the same way that she was coming at him.

Finally, feeling confident that she was at least somewhat interested in him…even if it was only for an inspection of his molars and tonsils, Daryl moved his hands to her waist and then eased them down as she shifted her body in a movement that almost turned her entirely in the seat. He found her ass, cupped it, and squeezed it in his fingers, the material of the soft pants she was wearing bunching in his hands.

She broke the kiss then and pulled away, slightly out of breath, and Daryl growled at her, afraid that he'd done something wrong. He'd read her signals wrong.

"Sorry?" He let out, not knowing whether it was the right word in the moment or not. He'd really thought she was into this, but now he wasn't sure because she'd moved far enough away from him in the cab that he couldn't see her clearly.

"Sorry?" She called back with about as much conviction in the word that Daryl felt he'd put into it. It struck him and he chuckled.

"We got an echo?" He asked. Maybe they did have an echo, because he heard a chuckle in return.

But when Carol came back, this time void of the shirt she'd been wearing and with her arms twisted behind her back in search of her bra's clasps, Daryl knew that his apology had been unnecessary.

"Is this OK?" She asked.

He smiled to himself.

"Good damn idea if you want my opinion," Daryl responded.

Just as she found the clasp on her bra, Carol brought her lips back to his and he returned his hands to her waist, this time finding her warm skin where the fabric of the shirt had been before. He moved his hands to help free her from the bra and toss it in the foot where he suspected her shirt had gone. Then he worked at getting rid of his own shirt and she backed off enough to let him.

When that item joined hers in the foot, Carol was already working her way out of her pants and underwear. If anyone had come by with a flashlight, the way that she was leaning up in the cab, curled over to free herself from the clothes, they would have probably gotten an eyeful that they hadn't bargained for.

She stopped mid movement and hissed out her words at him, for a moment acting as though she were afraid that someone might overhear them.

"Well?" She asked.

"What?" He responded.

She gestured at his pants.

"Are you leaving those on?" She asked.

He chuckled and lifted up enough to pop the button on the pants and pull down the zipper.

"Ain't gotta come all the way out," he commented.

She sat down abruptly on the seat and Daryl was acutely aware that he'd said something wrong…and he'd said something that was more than likely going to cost him this.

"What?" He asked, almost terrified of the answer.

"If I'm getting completely naked in the cab of this truck," Carol responded, "then I think it's only fair that you do too."

Daryl snorted.

"Why? Ain't necessary and it's too damn tight in here," he commented.

Carol reached into the food and he heard her curse when she bumped her head on the dash, misjudging the size of the space.

"What the hell you doin'?" Daryl asked.

"I don't want to be the only one that has to…take everything off. It's…embarrassing…to be naked in here," Carol said.

Her tone of voice didn't sound good to Daryl. He chewed his lip.

"It means that much to ya?" He asked.

Apparently not finding her shirt, she came up with the blanket that had gotten tossed down there and wrapped it around herself dramatically. It meant that much to her and it really didn't mean that much to Daryl.

"Fine," he said. "I'll come out my pants…shit…I just thought we'd cut some corners, but you want me bare assed…fine…get out the fuckin' truck an' run a damn lap tellin' all the Walkers what the hell we're doing if that makes ya happy…"

He continued to mutter while he moved around, more aware now than he was before at how difficult it was get around in the tight space, and came out of his pants and underwear. He was as bare assed as the day he was born, whether or not Carol could clearly see any more of his body than he could of hers at the moment.

And she smiled and rid herself of the blanket, finishing her earlier movements of losing her pants.

"Thank you," she said. And it sounded like a sincere thanks.

"Yeah," Daryl commented. "You could come thank me…ya know? Better'n words…"

There was a light chuckle from the woman and Daryl waited for her to come to him. She did come for a kiss, but she was apparently going to wait for him to make the move for more…and it might be easier in the space anyway to change their position from the one they'd adopted in the floor of the CDC bathroom.

So Daryl pushed her to lie back against the truck seat and kissed her again before he allowed his hands to begin their explorations. He felt her wrap her legs around him and run her heels up the back of his legs, the sensation making him groan. He wasn't sure how long he was supposed to wait, really, before he took things any farther, but he didn't wait very long and she welcomed him in, her fingers scratching at his arms gently as he began to establish a comfortable rhythm for them that would keep him or her either one from ramming their heads into the door of the truck.

When Daryl finally came, he didn't exactly want to relinquish his position…even if he was developing a hell of a cramp from the way that he was forced to angle himself. Pain won out, though, so a few quick kisses to Carol and he was driven to change his location.

And he didn't ask what she was doing when she reached and opened the glove box of the truck, digging around in the darkness. She was going after napkins…she'd find that…and she'd probably find a handgun in there too. But if she found it, she didn't say anything. She just got the napkins and closed the glovebox, passing him a napkin quietly.

"Alright?" He asked.

And she laughed in the darkness.

"What's so damn funny?" He asked, suddenly feeling a little embarrassed. He worried she was laughing because it had been anything but alright and now she was laughing at the fact that he didn't even know that.

"Nothing," she responded. "It's just…Ed never cared if it was alright. It's a hard thing to get used to."

Daryl swallowed.

"Well I care," he commented.

"And it was better than alright," Carol answered.

She sighed.

"It's going to be harder to get the clothes on than it was to get them off," Carol said.

Daryl hummed.

"Let's just sleep under the blanket," he said. "Ain't nobody lookin' in no way."

"And in the morning?" Carol responded.

Daryl hummed again.

"I'll be up a long damn time before any a' them is," he said. "I'll wake up in time for us to get dressed an' ain't a soul gotta see us…besides…I don't want no damn body seein' my white ass shinin' no more'n you do."

Carol laughed in response and he wasn't sure if she was going to take him up on that offer, but it wasn't too long before she pulled the blanket up from the floor and moved toward him so that he knew what her intentions were. He positioned himself to sleep much like he had the night before and welcomed her to him, enjoying the feel of her skin next to his as she prepared to sleep more than he would have thought he might, so that he could cover them both with the blanket until the morning was closer and they had to prepare to move on down the road.