Was reading an interview with Norman about his thoughts on Daryl and Carol's relationship and I thought his view on it all would make excellent fanfiction. So I have decided to take the task upon myself and write this little one shot :)
Enjoy!
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The cell block was secure, technically two of them since they'd cleared the on for the prisoners, but they were still anything but safe inside these fences and Daryl wasn't about to let his guard down for even a second. The fact that the civilian woman had been in the yard continued to nag him, making him think there must be somewhere she got in at. Although Glenn had suggested that maybe she had been there for visiting hours...or a conjugal visit.
But even so, he wasn't going to risk it and that's why he was out here now, pacing along the fence line, looking for weaknesses, making sure the yard was empty, taking out walkers along the fence just for the heck of it.
"You know, Rick walked the fences several times," Daryl smiled slightly to himself at the sound of Carol's voice, "He didn't find any problems."
"Better safe than chewed up by geeks," Daryl replied grimly, but he wasn't annoyed at her presence. He was actually glad of her company, they had gotten close over the winter and it was so easy to be around her nowadays.
"Just when did you plan on sleeping tonight?" Carol asked as she walked beside him down the fence line.
"Don't worry about me so damn much, Carol," Daryl laughed lightly, "I'm a big boy."
Carol giggled and smacked him lightly on the arm.
"I know you can take care of yourself, Daryl," she said, "But sometimes I think you forget to."
Daryl sniffed noncommittally and continued walking, Carol was right on his heels. Suddenly he stopped and Carol ran right into him from behind.
"Oof! What's wrong?" she quickly recovered from the sudden stop and glanced around nervously, brandishing the crowbar she'd brought along.
"Nothin'," Daryl drawled, "I just stopped and you didn't."
"Sorry," Carol laughed, "I was distracted."
"Distracted?" Daryl asked, "What the hell is there to be distracted by around here?"
"Several things," Carol replied mysteriously. She acquired a look of exaggerated innocence and Daryl squinted at her. "Moonlight's pretty bright, kinda romantic."
Daryl chuckled.
"I suppose you wanna "screw around", huh?" Daryl teased, accentuating the phrase with quotation mark fingers.
"Well, if you insist," Carol grinned.
Daryl tried to play it off with a nervous laugh, and he turned to continue his walk. But Carol wasn't about to be dismissed again, not when the timing was so perfect. She immediately stepped in front of him and put her hands on his chest to stop his forward progress. He looked at her in surprise.
"Carol, I wasn't serious," he said quickly, looking very nervous.
"But I was," Carol whispered. She immediately grabbed hold of his jacket and pulled herself onto her tip toes to kiss him, and she was delighted to find he was too shocked to run away. He stood there frozen as she attacked his mouth with hers, but she felt a tell tale reaction somewhere around her hips and she grinned with the knowledge that he wasn't turned off by the idea of them at least. However, she made the huge mistake of reaching between them and getting a hold of that twitching lump between them and giving it a strong squeeze.
She didn't know what she expected, but the reaction she got was definitely NOT it. Daryl's whole body jerked rather violently and he let out a very loud and long groan and grabbed her wrist tightly...but it was too late. Carol backed off in surprise and slight amusement. She'd just cause Daryl Dixon, tough, mean, rough, no nonsense Daryl Dixon, to cum in his jeans.
When she finally met his eyes she realized he looked absolutely horrified and embarrassed. She immediately felt bad for her rashness and she stepped forward to soothe him but he jerked away and stepped back with wide eyes. Before she could apologize or tell him it was alright he turned and bolted, running full out in the direction of the furthest guard tower. Carol stood there in utter disbelieved shock, not really knowing exactly what she'd just done.
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Daryl leaned back against the desk of the guard tower and tried to steady his breathing from the sprint across the yard and the utterly horrifying experience he'd just been through. What the hell was that woman thinking? He hadn't had a moment's privacy since the farm was overrun so none of them, that he knew of, had a moment's peace to relieve the tensions this life had thrown their way, he was on edge all the time and he really needed a good jerk off...but damn it, he guessed there was no way she would have known that. But still, the woman was too damn touchy.
Truth be told, he was mortified. He really didn't have a whole lot of experience in that area, and now Carol knew that pretty damn well obviously. He felt like a damn twelve year old, jizzing in his pants like some virgin with the awkward lanky girl in school under the bleachers.
"Fuck," he groaned, running a hand down his face in annoyance at himself. The worst thing about all of this...he felt the urge to cry. Daryl Dixon didn't fuckin' cry, but this instance was almost too much to handle. He really liked Carol, she was a really special woman, but this had probably just stomped every chance he had with her into the dirt. So, as ashamed of himself as he was, he let the tears slide down his cheeks as he sat in the darkness of the guard tower.
Moment later he smacked himself up side his head and jumped up, realizing he'd left Carol out in the yard by herself!
"You big ass!" he scolded himself, making his way toward the door of the tower to make sure she had gotten back safe. He reached for the door but it swung in before he could and he jerked back, bumping into the desk behind him and pulling his buck knife automatically. But the nervous face of Carol caused him to relax a little and sheathe the weapon with a sigh.
"Whatd'ya want?" he snapped defensively.
Carol looked down at her feet which scuffed the floor a few times before she held something out to him in front of her. His ratty old cargo pants.
"I'm sorry, Daryl," she whispered.
Daryl took the pants from her with a sigh.
"Weren't yer fault," he replied quietly, his drawl thicker than ever in his state of embarrassment. "Just...been a while, ya know? Wasn't ready for that."
Carol smiled at that, and nodded.
"Been a while for all of us," she agreed, "I shouldn't have been so...aggressive."
"You mind getting out o' here so I can, uh...put these on?" Daryl asked, holding up the cargos.
"I'll turn around," Carol said and she did just that. Daryl hesitated, wishing she would leave completely, but then he realized he didn't want her out there alone either...so he swallowed his pride and sighed. He peeled his sticky jeans off with disgust once again at himself and used one of the legs to get himself relatively unsticky before quickly slipping the cargos on.
"Done?" Carol asked, her voice made him jump a little as it broke the silence.
"Yeah," he muttered grimly. She turned around and reached out a hand. "What?"
"I'll wash them for you," she said simply.
"Like hell ya will," Daryl growled, holding the jeans out of her reach. "I'll do it m'self."
"Don't be so stubborn, Daryl," Carol rolled her eyes.
"It ain't stubbornness," Daryl insisted, "It's personal preference."
Carol giggled at that and nodded in acceptance.
"You don't need to be embarrassed, you know?" she whispered.
Daryl squinted at her and sighed.
"Can we just...forget this ever happened?" he begged her quietly.
Carol got a funny look on her face and then she nodded.
"Yes, of course," she whispered, placing her hand on his forearm the way she did sometimes when he was stressed, "That way we can start over."
Daryl rolled his eyes and followed her out of the tower. Damn woman, she just never gave up on him...and he never wanted her to.
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So, that's my take on things. What do YOU think? Leave me some reviews and let me know your thoughts!
