Carol walked around the grounds relieved to get away from people, or in particular, those people. The summer nights breeze was just enough not to make her feel cold, it was sort of refreshing actually. As she walked around to the far side of the lodge grounds she almost laughed at what she could see ahead of her.
Glenn (as she had come to know him) was struggling up the path towards the staff area, juggling three watermelons in his arms.
She smirked and ran after him up the path.
"Hey, hey Glenn," she called catching up to him, "you need some help?"
Glenn turned around, one of the watermelons slipping from his grasp causing him to jump it back up with his knee.
"Carol what are you doing?" he hissed, "you know you shouldn't be around here."
"What's up there?" she asked looking up at the building he was heading towards.
"Nothing now go," Glenn persisted, his grip loosening on one of the melons.
She refrained from rolling her eyes at him, "come on let me help."
He sighed as she took the watermelon balanced on the top of the other two, "Carol go back to the playhouse. Come on I saw you getting cosy with Philip in there," he laughed, reenacting there earlier dance.
This time she did roll her eyes as she shoved the watermelon back in his arms, walking back down the path.
He immediately felt guilty and cursed himself for what he was about to do, "Oh Carol come on. I'm sorry."
She stopped and spun around to look at him again.
He sighed once more and raised an eyebrow at her, "can you keep a secret?"
She paced back towards him, taking the watermelon back off him.
"You're parents would kill you, Andrea would kill me," he spoke referring to his boss.
She said nothing back to that, just followed as he walked up the path steps.
When they got to the top she could here the music, loud and clear, nothing like what they played down at the playhouse or on the dance floor. This, this was something different entirely.
Glenn backed up bracing himself to shove the door open. He gave it a firm push once and both doors opened allowing the music to pour out into the night. Glenn slipped almost dropping the melons but caught himself just on time, offering her a weak smile.
Carol took in the scene in front of her, people dancing together in a way she'd never seen, she could see why this was something of a secret. She imagined the horrified looks of the snot nosed holiday guests as people gyrated against each other on the dance floor. She had no words for what she was watching, she almost felt like she was intruding by watching.
Glenn saw her expression and snorted, "you wanna try it?"
Very quickly she shook her head fiercely.
He let out a laugh, "come on Carol."
He lead her through the crowd, finding people were staring at her as much she was them. She couldn't blame them though, she definitely looked out of place in her knee length baby blue dress with a thick cardigan wrapped around her, not a scrap of makeup on her face.
As they got to the other side of the dance floor they set the watermelons down, Carol's eyes going back to the crowd of people.
Glenn went to say something but was stopped when someone burst through the door and everyone starting shouting and laughing.
Carol went up on her tiptoes to see who had entered and her breath hitched a little, she had yet to see the guy coming in before but she wouldn't mind seeing a whole lot more. She noticed the female behind him and made the easy assumption that they were together, they sure looked like it anyway.
They took to the middle of the dance floor, the man taking a large swig of drink off someone else first and then spun the woman around her leg hitching up again his hip as he did. Their hips rolled together as they danced, their bodies flinging around in this fluid motion that Carol had never seen before.
Glenn looked to where her eyes were watching and spoke up, "that's Daryl Dixon, good friend of mine, helped me get the job here."
They went back to silence for a moment and continued to watch them dance, part of her wished it was her dancing against him like that but she quickly pushed the thought away.
She went for the safer option of complimenting them rather than getting bitter about it, "they look great together."
Glenn nodded in agreement, "you'd think they were a couple wouldn't you?"
Carol looked up at him, her eyes wide and round, "aren't they?"
"Nah, Rosita bats for the other side if you get what I mean," Glenn said, "not that Daryl's ever shown an interest anyway, they've been friends for quite a while now. Rosita goes out with my cousin Tara."
Carol looked up between the two as the next song started to play and they changed their dancing to match the rhythm of the song.
Daryl broke away from her, dancing his way through the crowd coming closer and closer to where Glenn and her were stood.
He spotted Glenn and skidded up behind him making Glenn jump and turn around.
"Hey Glenn," he spoke looking straight at Carol, "what's she doin' here?"
"She came with me," Glenn said as a way of response smiling up at Daryl who looked less than amused.
"I carried a watermelon," Carol said quietly, inwardly cursing herself at that moment.
Daryl raised his eyebrows giving Glenn a look before walking off back into the crowd.
Glenn gave her a sympathetic look as she frowned looking down, "I carried a watermelon?" she hissed quietly to herself.
She shrugged off her cardigan embarrassment heating her up plenty and dared another look at Daryl as he danced with Rosita.
This time he caught her though and swaggered over to her stopping a few feet in front of her before pointing up a finger, ushering her to him.
She looked at him nervously taking a few steps forward as he grasped her hand in his. The heat off him radiated through her, everything about him made her question her morals.
He got her in front of him and made her mimic his position, knees bent slightly, hips arched forward. He rolled his hips back and forth, keeping his distance looking at her to do the same. She did so, her hips feeling awkward and stiff at this new movement. She looked around at the others around her, seeing if there was another way to do this.
He called her back to him pointing at his face, "just watch me, watch my eyes," he said softly.
He tried to hide the smile on his face, "good, you're doin' good."
He shuffled forward filling the space between them, their hips now pressed flush against each other.
"Alright now try this," he said after a few moments pulling back a little, "roll this way."
He rotated his hips in the opposite direction and she followed.
"Now watch," he spoke as he began alternating the two hip rolls.
She followed his lead, her heart beating a hundred times a minute, her voice stuck in her throat.
When he felt she'd got the hang of it, his hands hesitated on the material around her waist. He opted for a more forward approach one hand going to the small of her back as he rolled his hips, moving towards her as he did until they were flush against each other.
All Carol could feel was fire, this feeling was new to her but she knew she didn't want it to stop by any means.
Once she felt him against her her hips didn't want to cooperate, doing more of a thrusting motion rather than rolling. Daryl felt this and pulled her back just a fraction.
"Look," he said rolling his hips for her, making her watch and copy him as he edged back into her.
He gave her a dark pouting smirk as he knew she could feel herself getting the hang of it. He used his free hand and wrapped her arm around the back of his neck and the briefly let her go to make the other arm do the same.
Then he took control making they're bodies sway against each other. He held her eye contact the whole time until her made her drape back, swinging her around until she came back up to face him. He pushed her further in between his legs, his hips gyrating against her.
Blood was rushing everywhere he touched her leaving an endless rush of heat. Her hand went to the back of his thigh for support, until he made her wrap her arms around his neck again at the end of the song, spinning her around with such force she spun around twice before regaining her balance.
By the time she had finished turning he had disappeared into the crowd. leaving her stood on her own. Daryl Dixon had awoke something within her and she'd be damned if she was going to put it to rest.