This was a prompt that was suppose to be a one shot. Well, you know me, so it is a two shot. lol I'm still not exactly sure why you chose me to write this but I hope it's at least close to what you wanted ;)

Chapter One

It happened innocently enough. Things around the prison had been quiet for a while. He had just gotten back from another fruitless search with Michonne and half the prison had been asleep when the two of them finally rolled in. As tired as he had been he was filthy and ragged and before he crawled onto his bunk he'd decided that he needed a shower first. The men usually used the shower room at night while the women took over the space in the mornings before the day got started. It wasn't a rule, but it was how things usually worked.

Usually being the key word there.

As he had gathered his things he thought about stopping in and visiting Carol for a few minutes just to let her know that he was back but decided against it. He'd assumed she would have been asleep and he could always catch her in the morning.

When he had stepped into the shower room he heard the water running in one of the open stalls but didn't think much of it. He always used the one at the very end and he had been making his way towards it when he passed the shower that someone else was using. He wasn't going to look over because he knew that whoever was showering this late wasn't someone he wanted to see in the nude anyway, but the sound of a familiar voice begin to hum some nameless tune had his steps faltering and his eyes seeking out the culprit before he could even tell himself to keep his feet moving.

He had dropped everything he had been holding at the moment as his eyes took in the woman in the stall. She was facing him, her head tilted back as the water poured over her. Her eyes were closed, hands running over her hair, suds sliding down her body.

And, Jesus Christ, what a body.

He had noticed, of course. Carol wasn't the same as she had been when he had first met her and her clothes had gotten a little more clingy, her shirts a little lower cut, and though he had always appreciated these small glimpses, he had never been in a situation where he was able to admire the whole package. Not to this fucking degree. And she hadn't even known that he was standing there getting a free show as those hands ran over herself.

So, of course, he stood there, open mouthed, and he stared at every soft curve, every flat plane, every faded scar, and he filed it all away to maul over later. Her quick intake of breath and then the site of her arms crossing in front of her had his mouth slamming closed and his eyes raising to meet hers. She was staring at him, surprise clear on her face and for a few beats neither of them said a word.

And then she had smiled slightly and dropped her hands and turned around, running the soapy cloth over her arms right before she glanced at him from over her shoulder. Again, his mouth was hanging open, and she smirked, a new look in her eyes.

"Fuckin' Christ," he had muttered, tearing his eyes away from her and grabbing his stuff from the floor at his feet.

And that had been how all of this had started.

He had always appreciated her friendship, even though he didn't always show it. The two of them had formed a deep connection on the farm, a connection that had almost terrified him in the beginning. He cared about her, wanted to keep her safe, and she had been his one saving grace after Merle. She had been there and she had helped him in ways that no one else ever could have. Whatever they had always shared, it was something deep and sacred to him. He would gladly put himself between her and anything that would hurt her. And he had come to terms with those feelings a long time ago. Embraced them even.

But after that night... That goddamn night in that shower room, he felt something else for her. Something that surprised him. He still cared about her, still felt all those warm feelings towards her... but now... well... he seriously wanted to fuck her. Things were calm around the prison, there wasn't an ax hanging over their heads every second and he had time to actually think about something other than surviving and hunting down Philip Blake and the thing his mind turned to the most, was her.

And she fucking knew it. It had been two months since he had seen her naked and in those two months their easy friendship had changed. Talking to her wasn't easy anymore and any time he was alone with her his palms got sweaty and his mouth got dry and he was as useless at conversing as he had been back at the quarry. And it was all because he could see it in her eyes that she knew that he wanted her. It fucked him all up and it was driving him crazy because she was purposefully tormenting him because of it.

Sitting at the breakfast table last week she had came up behind him and then leaned across the table to grab the salt, intentionally moving so her breasts would brush against his bare bicep. And of course he'd spilled his goddamn water down his chin because of it and she'd flashed that same goddamn smug smile she'd given him the night he'd seen her.

Another time she had caught him standing against the wall near the stairs, talking to Rick, and instead of walking around the two of them she had walked right between them so he had to clench his jaw and wait for her to ease past him, much more closely than she needed too, her hand trailing low across his stomach, so fucking low her fingers nearly dipped below his belt. He'd been able to catch a whiff of her body wash and the urge to grab her hand and pull her right back against him was an overpowering thing.

She was driving him crazy but yesterday was the worst and the whole incident had caused him to decide to get revenge.

They had all been in the library while Hershel droned on and on about... things. He'd honestly had no goddamn idea what the old man was saying. He'd been leaning against the wall, minding his own fucking business, not bothering a soul when Carol walked into the room. She'd offered Hershel an apologetic smile for being late and then made a beeline for the back of the room, which was where Daryl was standing, behind everyone else. That wasn't an odd thing for her to do but she didn't sidle up next to him like he expected her too.

Nope. Because why the hell would she do the normal thing?

Instead of doing the expected she stopped in front of him, just a few inches away and turned her attention to the front of the room. Of course, he did what any other red blooded American man would have done. He looked right down at her ass and hadn't been disappointed at what he'd found. He chewed his bottom lip for a few long moments, admiring the view, and then finally tore his gaze away just to find her looking at him from over her shoulder.

He glared at her until she cocked one eyebrow at him and turned back towards the front. He leaned the back of his head against the wall and sighed loudly. She was tormenting him and she fucking knew it. She also knew that he wasn't sure enough to make a move. She was playing with him.

Daryl Dixon was being played with!

Goddamn it.

He tried to focus on what Hershel was saying, staring over her head instead of at her ass, which he couldn't stop picturing in his mind, naked, in the shower. And he knew that she wouldn't be acting this way if it wasn't for the fact that he had been standing there gawking at her, obviously enjoying everything that was on display. She'd known then that he wanted her and if someone would have told him a year ago that this woman was capable of acting this way he would have laughed in their face. This was Carol for fucks sake! Quiet, unassuming Carol. His friend. His closest confidant.

He nearly jumped out of his skin when he realized that she had taken a step back until the very ass in question was now pressed against the front of him. His teeth snapped together with an audible sound and he almost growled at the contact; not because he didn't like it but because after enduring her little game for so long, his body reacted almost instantly. He glanced around quickly, making sure no one was paying any attention to them and then his hands moved to her hips. A part of him did it so he could keep her still and another part did it to keep her in place.

She leaned further into him, the warmth from her body seeping into him and then she moved against him, just slightly but enough to let him know that she knew he was hard. His breath stuck in his throat and his forehead fell to her shoulder, his grip on her hips tightening.

"What the hell do you think you're doin'?" he growled.

She lifted her shoulder in a shrug. She was wearing a tank top and he found himself skimming his nose along the soft skin there, breathing in her scent. Before he realized what he was doing he was pulling her even closer, an uncharacteristic feeling of boldness causing him to forget those long ingrained inhibitions. He heard her exhale, the breath rushing out of her and then her hands covered his.

And that was when he realized that maybe, just maybe, the tables could be turned here. Maybe he wasn't being played with at all. Maybe she was simply letting him know that she was willing. But the damage was done and now he was going to show her how it felt. His teeth grazed the side of her neck, causing her to shiver against him but his lips never left her skin, trailing up until he reached her ear.

"Payback is gonna be a mother fucker, Carol," he whispered.

Just before she turned her head to look back at him he moved her away from him gently and then walked away, making sure to keep to the back of the room since he was still more turned on than he had been in more years than he could count. He didn't need the whole fucking prison looking down at the glaring evidence.

~H~

He hadn't expected to go on a run but he was damn glad he had. Michonne and Tyreese were both good at getting in and out, sticking to their own lists and minding their own damn business. Rick had a bad habit of trying to keep an eye on everyone around him and Daryl was damn glad that the man had stayed behind on this run. Even though he had no idea what to look for he knew this was his only real chance at giving Carol Peletier a taste of her own medicine.

He wasn't exactly sure what he was after until he found himself outside one of those fucking embarrassing ass novelty stores. It was a place he would have never even thought of checking out before all of this started with Carol but now his curiosity was peeked.

Inside there was only one lone walker that needed to be handled. This didn't surprise him at all since he couldn't think of one person that had the mindset to check out a store like this in this new world. It was a ridiculous thought and it frustrated the hell out of him that that damn woman had gotten to him so badly that he had to stoop to measures like this. But she had started it, damn it, and he was going to figure out a way to make her pay.

Pay for weeks of walking around with blue balls because of her stupid flirtatious bullshit. The woman was gonna suffer plenty.

He had fifteen minutes before he was due to meet the others back at the truck and so far he had no idea what the hell he was even looking for. To cover his own ass, just in case one of them caught him inside this particular store, he had lucked up and cleared out a whole rack full of batteries, which were always useful. If he got busted then he could always say that he assumed that vibrators needed batteries so he had come in on a whim to see if anyone had raided their energizer supply.

God, had he really sunk this low?

Yep.

He walked along the isles, scowling at some of the more bizarre items, still clueless as to what he was actually looking for. There were some seriously fucked up people out there if this was what some of them were into.

Merle would have loved the place.

He was about to give up once he made it to the edible underwear. He took the liberty of opening a pair, taking a bite only to discover that he was basically eating a G-string made out of a fruit roll up. He decided then that a snack was a snack regardless of the shape so he loaded up his bag. He could always find somewhere to stash them for when he got a sweet tooth. He was on his second pair when he spotted something that had him stopping in his tracks.

He studied the box, a slow grin gracing his face as an idea started to form in his mind. He chuckled darkly, stuffed the prize deep his already full bag and headed out of the store with five minutes to spare.

She was really going to wish she had never started this with him. And he couldn't fucking wait to see her face at their next little meeting with the others.