Daryl & Carol One-shots (Completed)

Eleven - Chicken go Knock Knock.

The group had trekked down through the woods, out of the church looking for a new camp set up. Rick lead the group, up front with Carl - Judith in his arms and the rest trailing behind, talking playing games such as eye spy or would you rather. Daryl and Carol were trailing behind all of them, laughing, talking, flirting, telling stupid jokes just to past the time until Rick decided made a stop.
"Okay, why did the chicken cross the road?"
Daryl snorted and went along with it. "I dunno, why?"
"To get to the idiots house. Knock, knock."
"Who's there?"
"The chicken." Carol grinned like a child getting an ice-cream, on the edge of a fit of laughter. It took Daryl a second to get the joke, until it clicked and he nudged her.
"Ha, ha..." She chuckled and got her balance back, strolling next to him.
"Good one, wasn't?"
"Hm-mm." Carol finished her giggling and sighed. They strolled in silence, until Daryl smirked thinking of a joke for her. "Alright, I got one-" He snapped his head up at the sound of Carol's scream cutting him off. He panicked not seeing her by his side, seeing her roll and slide down a waterless valley, roughly banging on the dirt, scrapping her skin. "Carol!" He yelled, catching the groups attention, making them turn around. He dropped his crossbow and bag and slid down after her.
She stopped rolling and reached the flat ground. She groaned and leaned on her elbow, sitting up, clutching her side. Daryl reached her and knelt down next to her, cupping her face. "You alrigh'?" He panted. She smirked and nodded.
"Gotta be." She sat up. He sighed.
"Stop. You hurt?" He put his hand on her small back for support. She nodded and stood up with his help, still clutching her side.
"She alright?" Rick called down to them. Daryl nodded and looked back at Carol.
He removed his hand and waited for her, his cheeks soon turning a bright red.
She groaned and rubbed her neck. "What?" He moved his eyes from her chest back to her eyes, seeing it torn, showing her worn out bra and bare stomach. Carol realised and gaps. "Oh shit, must of happened when I fell."
"Yeah, no shit." His voice was scratchy and it made Carol smirk, seeing him not looking at her but over somewhere else, blushing like mad.
"What? Like what ya see?" Daryl snorted, trying to hide his embarrassment.
"Stop. C'mon, let's get back up." He started climbing back up, Carol followed him, only groaning in slight pain as she tried to climb.
"Some help would be nice." He rolled his eyes and wrapped his arm around her now bare waist. "Hey, I got another joke," Daryl looked at her, seeing her with a smug look. "Why did Daryl Dixon fall down the valley?" He stayed silent, waiting for her to continue. "Because he was too busy falling for Carol." He looked away from her as she started laughing at her well thought made-up-by-herself joke. Daryl chuckled to himself a bit.
"Stop."
"I know you love it." And he did. He loved every bit of it. Every bit of Carol.