The Levity Files

Disclaimer: I own absolutely nothing from The Walking Dead.

Warning: Lots of cuteness and fluffiness in these chapters. Naughty bits, too. Rated M!

Author's Note: These drabbles will not necessarily run on any certain time line. Just fun, cuteness between our favorites.

Chapter 1: The Bickersons

When Carol came back home on her lunch break, Daryl was still sitting on the porch working with the string of his crossbow. She smiled a little, cocking her head to the side as she watched the sweat bead at his temple.

"You gonna just sit out here all day?"

"Why not? It's a nice day, ain't it?"

"Maybe you oughta turn and face the other way. Let the sun cook the other half of you."

"Funny. That part of your new disguise?" He blinked up at her from under his mop of hair, and she squinted into the sunlight before sitting down on the porch step, keeping a little distance between the two of them.

"Oh, just wait until you see what I've picked out for tomorrow," she said with a grin. "You'll love it. It's even more ridiculous than this one."

"You fishin' for an apology?"

"Me? Of course not? I know how ridiculous I look. But you? Have you looked in a mirror? I might be ridiculous, but I don't smell like I had raw opossum for breakfast."

"That was yesterday," he pointed out.

"Exactly." She made a face. Daryl shrugged and put his crossbow down. "Well, I'd better find something for lunch before I get back to cooking for the old folks."

"Sure ya don't need to raid old Mrs. Miller's closet? I hear she's got some great tweed jackets that'd look great with those pants." Carol snorted at that.

"Yuk it up, Dixon. Go take a shower."

"You tryin' to get me naked?" he asked, his ears practically glowing red as he stared at her in that ridiculous get up. Carol just flashed him her best fake smile and walked toward the front door. Before she walked inside, she turned and eyed him.

"When I want you naked, you'll know it." And then she disappeared into the house, leaving Daryl with red cheeks and a stirring deep in his belly. He snorted and shook his head, grabbing his crossbow again. He tried to focus on getting back to whatever the hell it was he'd been doing before Carol came sauntering up, but he just couldn't seem to remember. And then, he sniffed, making a face and lifting his arm, realizing that the awful smell was coming from him. Ok, so a shower couldn't hurt, right?