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Title: Tight Security

Author: Adriana Adurens (drikadas at tumblr)

Beta: Nina Webster (betweenacts at tumblr)

Standard disclaimers apply.

A.N.: Thought something fluffy would do for my first time writing for twd fandom, hope you guys like it. ;)

"Maggie... What-what is this?", Carol whispers anxiously, grabbing the girl's arm and stopping her from stripping.

The girl looks behind her shoulder to Carol and her eyes goes extremely large once she realizes her friends problem, "... Oh."

"Yeah. Oh. I can't wear this... Thing."

Zipping up her new jeans, Lori lets out a soft laugh, "Of course you can, Carol. They're panties like any other."

Maggie bits her lower lip, "I'm so sorry! Glenn must have forgotten that wasn't only for me. He must have grabbed these because that's what he knows I'm always wearing.", she flinches seeing how uncomfortable Carol is just holding the tiny strip of black lace.

Holding a beige larger one but still clearly sexy, Beth asks, her tone hopeful, "Wanna change? Maybe you'll adapt more to it if you wear something more discreet."

Carol accepts the offer, but not without murmuring to herself, "I can't believe these where his first options while scavenging. He put his life at risk just to see you in lace!"

They all laugh at that, Glenn's infatuation with Maggie being an overused joke between them. Lori, the first to finish with the new clothes, turns to Carol, winking, "Wait till you try the jeans. You certainly have the bum for it. "

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"You guys ready?", Lori calls behind the wall they used to change in privacy from the men once everyone's wearing all the clothes they could manage against the cold.

"We're done ages ago! Come out already!", Daryl's bored answer came betraying a slight irritation, "Trust girls to take this long to change during the fucking apocalypse!"

One by one they came out from behind the ruined wall. Rick and Glenn both smiles to their girls giving them appreciative looks while Hershel just hugs Beth asking if she felt warmer with the new clothes. The boys are also wearing new, clean and more warmer clothes.

"Where the heck is Carol?", Daryl frowns, losing his patience.

"I-I'm... Just a minute!"

He scoffs and stalks to the wall, hitting what was left of the bricks with his palm open, "C'mon! This ain't a runway, nobody's gonna-", he pauses upon hearing T-Dog whistling, turning to finally see her.

Apparently wearing the most form fitting jeans made by human hands poor Carol is blushing furiously, her hands trying in vain to cover her ass as she walks to the others, leaving a speechless Daryl behind.

"You're very pretty, Carol.", he hears Rick saying politely, Lori giving him a soft smile in gratitude for his encouraging comment to their obvious insecure friend.

"Don't feel embarrassed, you're rocking the survival look.", Maggie says proudly to her friend.

Still dumbfound, Daryl splutters for two seconds before regaining his composure. He growls, "Y'all wanna take pictures too?", with two large steps he's beside Carol, "Better do your cat walk quickly, lady. Daylight's be gone in two hours and we have a camp to set for your lazy fashion butts!"

While everyone got to do their chores, Daryl catches himself looking at Carol more times than his brain deems necessary. It's a security matter, he tries to reason with himself: Lori has Rick, Maggie has Glenn and Beth has Hershel to look after them. It's only fair to Carol have this advantage too.

Besides, he doesn't trust T-Dog to save his own ass, he's not gonna let Carol's ass, distracting as it was right now, near his incompetent hands.

He looks again, grunting while chopping wood for the night fire. She's standing, satisfied with her own work arranging the sleeping bags around the fire. He can see the exact moment when she starts fidgeting, shyly looking around before reaching one hand in the universally known movement of pulling ones underwear from between ones ass cheeks over such tight jeans.

Daryl's back to work quickly and enthusiastically while thinking up new security reasons to not only to look after Carol, but be nearer too.

END