It was after dark when Carol and Maggie finally trudged inside the prison after a day of planting crops, covered in dirt and sweat from the activity. The two women thought it would be nice to make the prison more homely, and were lucky enough to find some seedlings in a local greenery store on a recent run. It remained to be seen whether or not the plants would grow in the untamed grass, but for Carol it was a welcome escape.

After leaving Maggie in the company of Glenn, Carol wandered to the shower block with a change of clothes and a towel, trying to stay quiet as the rest of the prison was more than likely asleep. One of the perks of staying in the prison during an apocalypse was that it ran on its own water system, so the group still had the luxury of a hot shower. She threw her towel over the door and let the water rush over her, forgetting about everything for a rare few minutes.

Down the hall, Daryl was lazily trudging through the hallway with his crossbow, heading up to the guard tower where he was to take over watch duty for Rick. He was still half asleep, having dozed off right after dinner, which was what prompted him to quickly head down to the showers and run some hot water on his face. It was something Merle had done every time he woke up after a big night out, one of the few helpful things his brother had taught him.

Daryl wandered into the bathroom and placed his crossbow by the door, closing the door behind him as he half sleepwalked towards the showers. It was only when he heard the rushing water that he stopped in his tracks, a familiar silhouette ever so visible through the shower curtain. If he wasn't already certain of who it was, the sweet sound of her voice echoing through the room singing an old Beatles song was enough to let him know that he was staring at Carol showering. And he couldn't help but feel funny that instead of turning the other direction as fast as humanly possible, he found himself rooted to the spot, edging closer to the soft voice.

His heart started beating fast, familiar thoughts rushing through his mind that he always got when he thought of her. It suddenly didn't matter that he would look like a complete and utter creep, all he wanted to do was pull back that curtain and witness those soft limbs from an intimate perspective, rather than hidden behind a flimsy piece of fabric. The walls between the two of them were getting thinner, and maybe he was the one that had to tear them down.

From behind the curtain, Carol heard a sharp intake of breath less than a metre away from her. She stopped softly humming the Beatles tune and listened carefully, her ears being met with a loud stomping of boots hastily making their way towards the exit. Wrapping her towel around her hastily, she stepped out from the shower just in time to see somebody leave, although she couldn't make out who it was. But that question was answered for her, in the form of a crossbow sitting by the bathroom door.

Unable to face going back into the bathroom, Daryl told Rick that his crossbow needed mending and that he needed to borrow a gun. And then he vowed never to set foot in that bathroom again, at least not whilst Carol was in there, because he was 90% sure that next time he would simply rip that curtain right off the hinges. At least he didn't have to wash his face anymore; he was wide awake now.