Visceral
A/N set directly after Seed. Thanks goes to raizingkain2001 for looking at it and deeming it worthy. Love you my best friend.
Daryl lay awake on his mound of blankets spread away from the others who were sleeping peacefully around the fire. They'd been able to clear the walkers from the yard of the prison and would attempt to do the same inside the prison tomorrow. Things were looking up for the little group, better than they had in recent months, but for some reason the isolated redneck was unable to sleep.
In his mind, he saw the quiet widow who had done her best to keep them fed and comforted during the worst part of the winter months on the road. He tried to keep her at a distance, tried to prove he didn't need her soft kindness as he had done with every other human in his life, but she refused to allow him to stay separate, not only from the group, but from her.
Carol.
She was always there with a soft smile as she handed him food. Always lightly touching his elbow or shoulder when she needed to get his attention, so much so he didn't flinch with her any longer. She would look at him with her ocean blue eyes and the raging creature within him would calm. Be peaceful.
Daryl couldn't understand the emotions that swirled like a violent tornado whenever he pictured her face. They were so strong…so visceral. Never in his existence had anyone stirred his feelings as she. At times it was annoyance or anger, others it was happiness and need.
Tonight it was want mixed with embarrassment. It started innocent enough, him trying to help ease her pain from the kickback of the rifle sitting atop the overturned bus. Then the teasing began.
"Want to screw around," seemed to be playing a continual loop in his brain. He had tried to ignore her. Ignore his baser reaction, but she turned him on his head when he started to climb down from the bus stating he would go down first. That breathy "Even better," wouldn't leave him be.
His animal self was simmering below the surface, he could feel it. The creature that needed her sweet presence was turning into something he was unfamiliar with. The animal was growing...growling, howling its want.
His dick had been continually hard from that moment on and Daryl's desperation was almost unbearable. The absolute ache of it had settled in his gut and his fists were clenched tightly at his sides to stop himself from the self gratification he so fiercely desired.
Suddenly her face was there right above him, filled with worry.
"Are you okay?" Carol whispered, a frown at her lips, forehead scrunched.
It was too much for Daryl to bear and blindly he reached out to her, grasping the back of her neck and dragging her soft lips to his.
The End