Just a little something that came to mind awhile ago and I just wrote it up. I had no intentions of posting it on here...but why the hell not. It's only rated M for language and SLIGHT mature content. It's me...and I don't write sex! Sorry if that disappoints anyone and I hope I did these two characters justice!

Enjoy!

Jesus Christ, he felt like some kind of pervert, standing there and watching her sleep. Hell, he had a perfectly good perch he should be in, but he had wanted to check up on her first.

The sight of how peaceful she looked, lying there, kept him rooted in the doorway of her cell. The thin blanket she had was pulled up so that her pert nose was peeking over the top. She shivered slightly and tucked her knees closer to her body.

Of course, she was cold. That blanket was as thin as paper and barely covered her small frame. Shit, he had a better one in his perch. It at least kept him semi-warm at night.

With a sigh, he left her cell and went to retrieve the blanket. She was going to need it more than him anyway and they couldn't risk her getting sick. She and Beth were the only two that really took care of Judith and they couldn't risk getting her sick as well.

Being as quiet as he could, he entered her cell after retrieving the blanket and was about to drape it over body, when her hand shot out and grabbed his wrist.

He nearly pissed himself.

She turned to her back and looked up at him with a small smile. "Are you going to join me this time or are you just going to stand there and watch me sleep."

His cheeks began to flame at her words. She had known he had been standing there watching her the whole time. What kind of creep did she think he was now?

"I brought you a damn blanket so ya ass wouldn't freeze." He went to leave, but her grip on him tightened.

"And what are you going to use to cover up?" She was sitting up now and the grip on his wrist didn't let up.

"I don't need a fuckin' blanket." He grumbled, wishing she would let him go, so he could run away like the pussy he was.

"Bullshit." Dropping his wrist, she moved over so that her arm was almost pressed against the concrete wall. "Get in." She pulled up the corner of both blankets and looked at him expectantly.

"Wha'?"

Was she really asking, no telling, him to get into bed with her? What had made her think that that was an all right question to ask him?

"You heard me, Dixon. Now get your ass in bed."

Crossing his arms, he glared at her. "No."

Flinging the blankets off her legs, she crawled towards the edge of the bed and glared right back at him. "Are we really going to do this right now? It's freezing tonight and since I have your only blanket you need someway to keep warm."

"Said I was fine, woman." No way in hell was he going to budge. Just because he dreamed of sharing a bed with her on occasion didn't mean that he was actually going to do it.

"Alright then."

He thought that was it, thought that she had given up, but then suddenly her small hands grabbed at his forearms and yanked.

Jesus Christ, this woman was strong!

Within seconds, he had gone from standing to being forced into her bunk, narrowly missing smacking his head on the top bed.

Still in shock, he laid there and looked up at the woman that was now looming over him with a shit-eating grin.

He didn't even know Carol had a shit-eating grin. This woman was full of surprises.

"There," Still smiling, she patted his cheek lightly. "That's much better."

She turned to roll away from him, but he grabbed her hand and pulled her closer, surprising himself. He slipped his hand from her grasp and she now had a hand on either side of his chest. If she had long hair he knew that it would be curtaining around his face now.

"So what are ya going to do now? Since ya got me in bed and all."

Was he fucking flirting with her? Especially now that she was practically on top of him. Then he saw something in her eyes that made his heart stop. She was giving him the same look she had giving him on top of that bus, which seemed so long ago.

Fuck.

She moved and soon was straddling him. Her hips making contact with his and settling there. He tried to mask the jerk he gave when her hips came in contact with...there.

"Oh, I can think of lots of things we can do." Smirking, she lowered her head so her face brushed against the crook of his neck.

He waited to feel the brush of her lips against the sensitive skin, but it didn't come. He didn't feel her breath either, as if she was holding it and waiting. Waiting for him to do something.

So, he did what he had wanted to do for a long time and grasped her waist, pulling her even more closely.

She let out the breath she had been holding and he closed his eyes as it blew over his collarbone. Then she slowly started to kiss and nip lightly along his neck. One particularly sharp nip caused him to buck his hips up.

She gasped and burrowed her face further into his shoulder, unable to move for a few minutes.

Slowly he began to pull up the long nightshirt she wore and didn't stop until his hands made contact with her soft flesh. The feel of it caused him to groan.

"Something wrong?" She pulled back slightly and looked down at him.

"Naw." He shook his head and gripped her hips tighter.

"Okay." Then she began to feather kisses along his jaw, slowly making her way to his lips. Oh God, they were going to go there.

Finally.

She kissed the corner of his mouth, and then pulled back slightly. Their noses brushed and they laid there, looking at each with wide eyes.

She was waiting on him again.

Leaning up slightly, he finally crushed his lips to hers. It only took her a second, but soon she was kissing him back just as feverishly. With one smooth move, he had flipped her over and his body covered hers. There lips never disconnected.

There was no turning back now.

Merle had just gotten up to take a piss when he decided to check up on his baby brother. Making his way to the perch, where he normally found him, he was confused to find it empty.

Where the fuck was he?

He knew that he didn't have watch that night and he had walked past the part of the block where they had meals and didn't see anyone there.

His eyes immediately went to Carol's cell.

Walking as quietly as he could, he made his way to her cell and stopped suddenly in the doorway. The scene before him made him smirk.

Clothes littered the floor of the cell. Carol's bra and one of Daryl's sleeveless shirts stuck out to him and he moved his eyes over to the bed and there they were. Blissfully sleeping. Carol snuggled up against his brother's side, her head on his bare chest and his arm wrapped protectively around her.

They were both naked and it didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out what had gone down in there a few hours earlier.

"About time, baby brother." He muttered to himself as he made his way back to his own cell.

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