"Our lips touched beneath the stars
The lights flashed from passing cars
Your face melted in my heart
And it showed me who you are"

~Berlin

Daryl peeked around the corner, his eyes quickly scanning the area before he took a step out of his cell.

He took cautious steps around the prison watching for any suspicious movement. He gripped his crossbow tightly as he checked the dining area for any funny business.

Every since the group had decided to do Christmas, a certain midget had been taking it too serious and way too far. He had seen his comrades fallen victim to makeshift mistletoe hanging up around the prison.

Tyreese and Carol had enjoyed the mistletoe stint because it gave them an excuse to reveal those obvious feelings. Same thing went for Glenn and Maggie along with Beth and Zach due to obvious reasons. Bob enjoyed it cause it landed him a kiss outta Sasha.

He had managed to avoid getting caught under the damn thing, for good reason. There was only one person he wanted to kiss and he didn't need any extra eyes present when he decided to do it.

"Daryl?" A velvety voice whispered behind him.

Daryl flinched slightly and turned to the beauty behind him. "Erm.. morning Chonne."

Michonne arched an eyebrow at him. "What are you doing?"

Daryl rubbed the back of his neck nervously, "I was just ummmm I mean... nothing."

Michonne watched him skeptically, "Nothing," she parroted in disbelief.

"Yeah, just heading to get some grub."

"That requires surveillance of the area?" She questioned while tapping her chin like she's thinking. "You wouldn't happen to be hiding from a certain Grimes would you."

Daryl bit the inside of his cheek to keep from cursing, "Kids out for blood."

Michonne laughed softly, "Seems so. And from the looks of it only yours."

Daryl snorted and folded his arms across his chest. He knew she was right.

Unbeknownst to them, a pair of azure eyes watched them from the corner. Those eyes had been trailing the Dixon since he left his cell. A small smirk formed at the presence of the dark haired beauty. They were making this too easy.

Those eyes had been watching them for a while.

The way they interact. Their playful banter. The small linger touches. The insistence to be on watch together. Their two day long runs. Friendship had long been left in the dust and it was obvious that both parties wanted more. All they needed was a little push.

"Thinking about going huntin for a few days."

Michonne nodded, "Talk to Rick about it?"

Daryl shrugged, "Don't think he's up yet."

Michonne stepped closer to him, "Want some company?"

Daryl grinned, "Yew know I do."

Azure eyes danced with happiness at the motion. Time to strike.

Carl walked into the area grinning widely. "Morning guys!"

Michonne smiled softly stepping away from Daryl slightly, "Morning Carl."

Daryl squinted his eyes at him, trying to decipher his next move. "Mornin."

Daryl was sure Carl's grin was getting wider by the second.

"Man, I'm starving, I can't wait for breakfast," he said as he entered the dining area. He walked a few steps before turning to look at them. "Hey Daryl?"

Daryl narrowed his eyes in suspicion. "Wut?"

"Look up."

Michonne and Daryl both tilted their heads to the ceiling and their eyes widened at the site. A paper with a crudely drawn mistletoe was tapped to the ceiling. A red tint flooded their cheeks as they looked back to Carl's mischievous grin.

"Gotcha!" He exclaimed.

Michonne chuckled softly, "You weren't kidding, I guess he wants me to kill you."

Daryl grumbled under his breathe. "Damn kid."

Carl looked on expectantly. He had gotten everyone in the prison which had resulted in some interesting hook ups to say the least.

"Yew distract him while I get outta here." Daryl whispered inconspicuously.

Michonne nodded, "How did you even get that up there."

"You're stalling."

"Am I?"

Carl folded his arms over his chest, "You know you are."

Michonne tilted her head, "I recalling hearing Rick telling you not to do this again."

Carl shuffled nervously his eyes downcast in guilt, "Yeah well.."

Daryl felt bad for the kid for a split second before he took the opening and ducked out of sight and out into the courtyard.

Carl jumped at the sound of the door closing and furrowed his brows in frustration. "Damnit!"

Michonne bit back a laugh before shaking her head.

"Maybe next time."

Carl sighed in defeat.

Daryl arched an eyebrow as him and Michonne entered the prison.

"Wuts it called when people start going crazy from being inside too long?"

"Cabin fever?"

Daryl nodded, "I think they got it." He said while pointing to the common area which had been decorated in a festive manner.

Michonne arched an eyebrow, "Think we missed Christmas?"

Daryl grinned, "Nah, we just got Christmas dinner."

Michonne laughed softly, "Yeah, no presents for us though."

Daryl snorted but inwardly considered what she said.

Carol smiled at the two, "Hey! You guys are back just in time."

"Didn't know we were partyin."

Carol smiled, "It was Beth and Carl's idea."

Daryl squinted his eyes in suspicion, "Carl's idea huh?"

Carol nodded while grabbing their catch and heading towards the kitchen.

"You don't think..." Michonne began.

"That he's up to something." Daryl finished, "I know he is."

Michonne rolled her eyes before stepping closer to him, "You know, you could just tell him."

"Nah, it's fun to watch him squirm."

Michonne smiled brightly at him shaking her head, "You're terrible."

He smiled back at her and watched as she headed toward her cell.

The prison was illuminated with excited chatter as makeshift gifts were passed around.

Glenn and Carl gave a yelp of excitement at the hand held game stations they received. Maggie smiled and handed them some batteries. "There ain't too much use for AA batteries anyways."

Sasha grinned, "Maybe some triple A."

All the females in the group let out a roar of laughter. While the men looked on in confusion.

Bob shook his head at Sasha, "Little ears present." Sasha nudged his shoulder while handing him, allowing the gift exchange to resume.

Carol beamed at the necklace Tyreese gave her, placing a chaste kiss on his lips. Her eyes swimming with a better thank you later.

Rick bounced Judith on his knee as she played with the doll that he had found for her.

As gifts continued to be exchanged among the group, azure eyes locked on the two sitting close together but never handing each other anything. As the presents diminished Carl's frown set in.

"Well I guess it's time to eat," Carol exclaimed while getting up.

"But wait... Daryl and Michonne didn't get anything." Carl called.

Michonne shook her head, "We're good."

Daryl nodded, "Yeah, don't need nuthin."

Carl bit back a pout looking at Beth who shrugged sending him a look to let it go.

Carl frowned and sighed in defeat. Maybe Beth was right.

Carl yawned as he headed to the bathroom to relieve himself. He sighed in defeat as his mind went back to Daryl and Michonne.

Apart of him blamed Sasha. She was the one that pointed out how cute Daryl and Michonne were when they were talking in the courtyard one day. Which was only confirmed by the way Carol talked about them.

If those two would've just kept to themselves, he wouldn't have thought there was anything there.

It didn't help that when he talked to Daryl about her, he just stammered and got red. And Michonne would just shut down completely. Obviously there was something there.

Carl rubbed his eyes in frustration, those two made no sense to him.

Carl stopped in his tracks as a low moan pierced his ears before he rolled his eyes. 'Jeez, can't those two calm down for a night.' He thought angrily at the oversexed Asian and his girlfriend.

"Daryl," a velvety voice moaned out which caused Carl's eyes to widen. He knew that voice anywhere.

"Shhhh," he heard a gruff voice groan out and he heard what he believed to be the shedding of clothing.

A satisfied grin bloomed on Carl's lips as he continued his trek to the bathroom.

Looks like Daryl was giving Michonne a gift after all.

AN: Happy Christmas! Carl Poppa is my partner in crime when it comes to hooking these two up. Reviews are great presents for a writer on Christmas, just saying. But hope you guys enjoyed. See you next time.