Okay! So I said I was going to start a series of drabbles for Caryl and just after I posted the first for my Marol series, I finally decided to sit down and write the first one for my Caryl series. This was suggested by youwereneveraslicebitch about Daryl hurting Carol's feelings after someone mistakes her for his wife and well... this is what happened to that. Also turned out a little longer than I planned too but.. I'm not going to complain. Anyway, I hope you like it!

Suppose the only warning for this is language. Dixon mouth, of course.

I don't own The Walking Dead, this is just for fun.

(Oh, so the title basically came from me whining about how I couldn't come up with a title for these unconnected drabbles that don't fit anywhere and my friend Catherine suggested that I name it Misfit and I thought it fit pretty well, so that's where the title of this series came from. And now to the reading!)

"I tell ya man, if she wasn't your wife, I'd be all over that."

"Carol ain't my fuckin' wife." The words were out of Daryl Dixon's mouth before he could even stop them. The words were true, she's not his wife but that wasn't to say there wasn't something going on between him and Carol, but he doesn't even know what it is. He'd bring her gifts from runs, leave her small notes, even give her the occasional kiss on the cheek or forehead, sometimes they even slept in the same bed. But she wasn't his wife. Was she even his girlfriend? Was girlfriend really a word to use in the apocalypse? She was just Carol. She wasn't his, he had no claim to her.

The man who had been talking Daryl's ear off, someone they brought with them from Woodbury. Daryl thought his name was John, lit up when Daryl said that Carol isn't his wife. Of course Daryl didn't add that there's something going on between he and Carol. That isn't this guys business, it isn't anyone's business but his and Carol's.

"So she's fair game? Thanks, man. Don't know why everyone is so scared of ya." John took off towards Carol who was cooking dinner outside at the grill before Daryl could even realize what's going on.

Daryl growled and picked up his crossbow, swinging it back over his back. "Hey, I didn't say.." Daryl trailed off as he realized the guy couldn't hear him. "Oh shit."

"Oh, Carol is going to kill you." An amused voice said from behind him between loud laughs. Daryl turned his head and looked back at Glenn, snarling at Glenn's amused smirk. "I think I'd pay to see that conversation."

"Ya couldn't have helped me out there?" He asked. Glenn shrugged and came around the counter, slapping his hand on Daryl's bare shoulder.

"It was too entertaining to watch the hole you dug yourself into." Glenn grinned at his friend and glanced back at the door where the man had walked out of there. "You better get out there and do some damage control, Dixon." Glenn said. Daryl grumbled and turned around on his heel and left the prison, leaning against the railing of the stairs as he watched John talk to Carol.

"Is the squirrel ready to be turned over?" Patrick asked Carol. The woman turned around from the prep station and turned to look at the young man who was helping her cook dinner. She liked Patrick, he was always willing to help her out with cooking. If Sophia had been alive, she would have been about Patrick's age, maybe a year younger. Sometimes Carol couldn't help but wonder if Sophia would have liked Patrick. Carol wiped her hands off and picked up one of the kabob sticks she was cooking the meat on.

The meat was ready, but Carol needed to teach Patrick to trust his own instincts. "What do you think? Does it look ready to be turned over?" She asked.

Patrick furrowed his brow and pushed his glasses up his nose, turning his eyes to look at the squirrel again. He nodded and reached over to turn it over. Carol didn't protest, so he took it as a sign to continue.

"Good. You need to trust yourself when it comes to this, Patrick." Carol said before she turned around to continue preparing the vegetables for dinner.

"Get outta here kid, I can help Carol with this." Carol heard a voice behind her. The only other person who ever helped her with dinner was Daryl Dixon but she knew that wasn't his voice. She turned around to see one of the men that Daryl and Rick had brought back from Woodbury, she remembered that his name was Jeremy. Carol didn't much care of Jeremy, he hung around too much and din't seem to have boundaries. Patrick looked at Carol, not sure if he should move. "Did ya hear what I said, kid? Get."

Carol could tell the man was making Patrick uncomfortable with how close he was and the way he was bossing him around. "Patrick, it's okay. You did good today. If you're up in the morning, we can do breakfast." She set her hand on his shoulder, giving Patrick a soft smile.

"See you tomorrow, Ms. Carol." Patrick nodded and walked passed the older man. Carol glanced up at him before she turned back to the vegetables. "Can I help you with something, Jeremy?" She asked, picking up her knife and slicing through the cucumber. Jeremy glanced at the knife in her hand as he leaned against the counter next to the grill.

"Just wanted to help ya out here."

"Patrick was helping me, he does a fine job." Carol said, turning her head up as she noticed Jeremy had moved closer to her. Oh, no.. Carol thought to herself as she looked up at him.

He smiled at her, glancing down at the older woman. "Well, maybe I didn't mean help in the kitchen.."

Carol pursed her lips and set down the knife, glancing up at the prison door. She could see Daryl leaning over the railing of the steps as the man spoke to her. She moved back to the grill and pulled the squirrels off the grill, using a knife to slice up the meat. "I don't need help in that situation either." Carol said, glancing up at Daryl again.

Jeremy's eyes followed hers and glanced up at the redneck. "Dixon? Really? Told me there was nothing going on between you two." Carol stopped slicing the squirrel and turned her head to look up at him.

"He said that?" She asked. He gave her a swift nod and glanced up at Daryl again. Daryl said there was nothing going on between them? Why would he say something like that? Carol frowned and finished up dinner before bringing her hand up to the dinner bell. She shook it to let everyone know that dinner was ready and she wiped her hands off. "Excuse me, Jeremy." She said and walked past the man, through the small crowd that had formed and up the stairs.

Daryl watched Carol come his way and could tell by the look on her face that she was not amused. He opened his mouth to speak as she came up the steps, cursing when she pushed past him and walked towards the cell block. Daryl groaned and walked back into the prison, glancing at Glenn who was watching Carol walk up the cell block with an amused look on his face. He let out a slight growl and followed Carol up the stairs and into her cell.

Carol had been waiting for Daryl, her arms crossed over her chest. "Nothing going on between us, huh?" She asked as soon as he set down his crossbow against the wall and shut the curtain behind him.

"What?" He asked. Daryl wasn't playing innocent, that just wasn't what he had told the man.

"You told Jeremy there was nothing going on between us." Carol stated. "Which is very confusing considering the way we've been dancing around each other for the past year." She wasn't going to out right say it, but her feelings were hurt that Daryl said there was nothing going on between them. Maybe she had interpreted his actions wrong. Maybe he just brought her gifts to keep her happy so she'd continue to take care of him without question. Maybe the notes and kisses were just his way of letting her know he cared. Maybe he just slept in her cot occasionally to stay warm. Maybe Carol had just interpreted all of this wrong.

Jeremy? Oh. "I thought his name was John." He mumbled, bringing his hand up and scratching his chin. Daryl looked at Carol and sighed at the look on her face. She didn't need to say it, she wasn't just angry, she was hurt. Fuck, he had hurt her. Fuckin' Jeremy had told her the complete opposite of what he had said. "I didn't fuckin' say there was nothin' going on."

"Really?" Carol asked, her arms still crossed over her chest.

"I told him you ain't my wife. Then he asked if you were fair game and took off before I could say anything else." Daryl took a step over to her and looked down at the unhappy woman he'd been courting. "Before I could tell him you sure as hell ain't fair game."

Carol's lip twitched a bit and she tried to keep her angry face, though she was finding it incredibly difficult to stay angry at Daryl when he was looking down at her with a look that she was sure meant he wanted to take her against the wall. "Well, then you best go correct him." She waved off Daryl.

Daryl glanced around the room. "Right now?" He asked when he turned back to look at her. Carol didn't look mad anymore, she looked more amused than anything. Daryl scratched his chin again and turned his head to look out into the prison. Most of the people had come into the prison to eat, including Jeremy, who was watching the door to Carol's cell. He turned back to look at her, catching the glimpse of a smile she was trying to hide.

She nodded. "Right now." Daryl turned around and picked up his crossbow, leaving the cell. Carol snorted and followed him out of the cell, leaning over the railing as she watched Daryl so nicely tell Jeremy that she sure as hell was not fair game.