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I do not own any of the characters in this story. This is a fictitious work of art based on the (Romance of Daryl & Carol from The Walking Dead)

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Somewhere in the near distance a loud buzzing and breathing noise surfaced startling him out of deep sleep. His blazing blue eyes opened frantically searching for the source of the noise. He was warm, a little too warm. Pushing himself up from the cot he panicked when he couldn't move.

"Hmm…" a sleepy voice protested.

Daryl sighed with relief. It was Carol's snoring that had woken him, and Carol's body that was keeping him immobile and warm. Slowly and as quiet as possible he lowered himself back down on the cot and stared at the ceiling. After a moment Carol began to snore and again and it made him chuckle. He'd come a long way from the man he used to be. The only affection he'd known growing up was the back of a hand or whatever his dad and brother had on hand to beat him with. His mom had died while giving birth to him, and the only women he'd ever known were the slut's Merle brought home to bang every night.

"Sloppy seconds, little brother?"

Daryl shuddered at the thought. Even now, as Merle lie dead in an unmarked grave his words still lingered.

"Hmm…what's wrong?" Carol asked sleepily as she wiggled around and hugged him tightly.

"Nothin' go back to sleep." He croaked out as he ran his fingers through his shaggy hair.

"Hmm…are…you sure?" she said through a yawn.

"Dammit woman yes, go back to sleep."

He could feel her smile through his worn and almost transparent shirt as she clung tighter to him and fell back asleep. He was grateful for the silence, it meant he didn't have to explain, and explaining wasn't something Daryl Dixon was good at. He wanted to touch her, to stroke her hair but he couldn't bring himself to do it. Lying there as still as possible he let the memories of his youth flood the tiny jail cell.