"You love him."

Darryl ignored her, which was fine. She expected no less.

'He loves you, you know."

He just kept right on scoping, from his post atop the flipped car. Both the prison field and the surrounding area were clear. There was nothing for him to shoot but blades of grass, but the group had the collective opinion that it was better than him shooting Rick's face.

Their most recent argument had gotten completely out of hand (And it almost turned to hands- I.E- fisticuffs).

"We all know about you two. How could we not? You're always creepin' about, and sneaking off together."

Silence. Hmm.

"I think it's kinda sweet. You're both good men, even if you try to convince yourselves otherwise. You're good for each other." Purposeful pause. "He's good for you."

His mouth twitched.

Checkmate.

"What you want, Carol? A reward? A goddamn cookie?" He jerked sharply out of his position, the cool soldier from a moment ago quickly forgotten. His crossbow was tossed to the ground, and his arms were flailing at his sides like they had a point of their own to make.

"Ain't nothin' goin' on between us and frankly, I don't like the assumption. And get that cocky look out your eyes!"

She smiled sweetly.

He sighed.

"You're crazy." He said, as a last defense as he sat down on the edge of the vehicle, facing away from her.

"Sanity is relative. And irrelevant."

"Touche."

Silence.

Then a surrender.

'Whaddya want from me, Carol? It's a way to blow off steam, a stress relief and nothing else. He'll run his sorry as back to his wife and all else'll be forgotten." The "I'll be forgotten" went unspoken.

"So, you're gonna give up?."

No use in wasting breath on dead words. Not when they and their implications rang loud and clear.

"I'm cuttin' my losses."

"So, you admit you have something to lose."

Once again, dead words were stirring in their graves, but not a sound on this plane was made.

She supposed she'd pushed too far already. She'd already gotten more than she could've ever asked for anyway.

She jumped off the vehicle, apprehensive, but she tried not to be.

Things would fall into place. They had to. And if they didn't…..

If they didn't, she'd done all she could where Daryl was had to finish pulling their own heads outta their respective assess. They were wedged too tight for her.