Hey! So I haven't written a fanfic in a while and I wasn't doing anything else so I started one. This is my first attempt at writing smut/sexual situations so please be nice. Enjoy :)

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The breeze from the window wasn't doing much to cool her down. Beads of sweat trickled down her forehead and her neck and further down in between her collarbones. Carol shifted uncomfortably, pushing the sheet of the bed with her feet. There was no chance of sleeping in the humid heat of Georgia in the middle of summer. Alexandria had air conditioning but all the residents refrained from using it in an attempt to conserve what little energy they had.

Carol reached over to switch on the lamp that sat perched on her bedside table. Light illuminated the room, the warm light bouncing of the cream walls. Carol squinted at the sudden rush of light, it took her a moment to adjust before she sat up and reached for her water bottle. Empty. She thought as she lifted the bottle and found that it carried no weight.

Tiptoeing down the stairs, she clung to the bannister, the wooden steps creaking with each step she took. The house was quiet, she had expected there to be rustling from the household shifting in their slumber to try and relieve some of the heat, yet the house was still. Carol made her way towards the kitchen, flicking the switch of the lamp in the living room as she passed. Her gaze shifted to the clock on the oven, 02:47 it read, she thought to herself as she peeled her vest top away from the skin on her lower back and shifting uncomfortably as she strolled towards the sink. The cool water felt incredible against her clammy hands, she rinsed her face before leaning her weight into the balls of her feet and onto her tiptoes to reach a glass from the cupboard overhead.

Carol let out a sigh of relief after she had glugged down an entire pint of water. The cool water washed down her throat easily, it was intoxicating. She wiped the stray droplets at the corner of her mouth with her wrist and shut her eyes, tilting her head back. Inhaling deeply, she allowed herself to relax. Things has been hectic in the Safe Zone recently, they were experiencing one of the hottest summers she could remember and on top of that, Maggie and Glenn's baby had arrived, a gorgeous baby boy with jet black hair and brown eyes that could melt an iceberg. Carol had spent a lot of time with Maggie, worrying about her, the pregnancy hadn't been as straight forward as they all would have liked. Maggie required a C-Section as the baby arrived earlier than planned. Luckily, Carol had prepared for this back at the prison when Lori was pregnant. Carol had been feeling the pressure lately with everything, including helping to stock the storage rooms with supplies for when the winter set in. She was in need of a few days of peace and quiet, away from the hustle and bustle.

"Thirsty?" Carol jumped, bracing her hands on the sink in front of her.

"Shit Daryl, you scared me," she responded turning to face him as he shut the front door behind him.

"Sorry," he grunted, wiping his grubby hands on his red rag.

"Where have you been?"

"On watch, why you up?" he queried, brushing his shoulder against hers as he reached for the tap to rinse his hands. Carol studied him, his calloused hands gliding over each other under the stream of water.

"I was hot," she replied, looking down at her toes. Daryl stared at her through his fringe, she wore nothing but a grey vest top and a pair of blue pajama shorts, her hair messed from sleep. Daryl had found his place with the community of Alexandria. It had taken some time for him to get used to the idea of living in houses, to being surrounded by walls and to not having to fight for your life everyday. Him and Aaron still went out recruiting once in a while but with all the mouths to feed, they usually ended up going on supply runs instead.

"You look hot," he deadpanned.

"Ya think?" she said biting her lip and flashing him a cheeky grin.

Daryl snorted. "Ain't what I meant, you're soaked," he said running his gaze over her torso, patches of sweat collecting underneath her breasts.

"Only for you, Pookie," she winked at him before sashaying towards the living room.

"Fuck- Carol no. Stop. Meant, you all sweaty and shit." Daryl dried his hands on his jeans as he followed her, suddenly feeling a little flustered. Since settling into their new lives at Alexandria, there was a new side to their relationship that he had not seen before. She had always been flirtatious with him but she was become a lot more daring and vulgar with her flirting. He was always telling her to stop but he didn't really want her to stop at all, he liked it, he just wished that he had the confidence to flirt back with her.

"That's not very nice," she sighed as she slumped onto the sofa with her legs out in front of her, trying to expose as much skin to the cool air as possible. It was a relief; she could finally feel her body temperature begin to drop a little bit.

Daryl sat down beside her and took a swig from the bottle of whiskey in his hand, before passing it to her. She accepted the bottle, her fingers brushing his, sending shivers through her body. The shivers sparked the butterflies in her stomach. The butterflies had been a common occurrence lately, whenever Daryl touched her or was anywhere near her, she could feel her stomach start fluttering and her cheeks soak red in a blush. Something was different, she knew that she was in love with him and had loved him for a long time but this was something more, a desire, a need, something physical and she wanted it.

"You good?" he asked, staring blankly at her and waving his hand in front her face.

"Sorry, was lost in thought," she took several gulps from the bottle before slamming the bottle back against his chest. Daryl looked at her puzzled, Carol's eyes were looking straight ahead, the piercing blue shocked him every time he looked at them.

"What ya thinkin' 'bout?"

"You," she responded straight up. Now or never Carol, you got this, she thought to herself. She turned to face him and brushed the hair out of his eyes with her index fingers. Daryl welcomed her touch and didn't let loose of the eye contact she had locked on with him. "Missed you today," she continued, lowering her hand and resting it on his knee. Oh no, Daryl sucked in a sharp breath and tried to ignore the sudden rush of blood to his groin.

"I saw ya a few hours ago at dinner," he said quickly, trying to ignore the throbbing sensation that was building in his jeans. Carol just stared at him. He couldn't read her face, the expression was blank, her skin glowing from the yellow light of the lamp.

"I want to tell you something," started Carol.

"I-," started Daryl but Carol placed her finger on his lips, keeping his words concealed.

"Don't talk. Just listen," Carol scooted a little closer to him, the heat from her body radiating off onto him. Daryl froze and took another swig of his drink. "I've been thinking about this a lot recently and I want to spend more time with you, like we used to out on the road, just you and me. I love what we have Daryl, our friendship, but recently, I feel like it's not enough for me, I want more. I want you, I want you more than I probably should but I love you Daryl," Carol trailed off, bowing her head slightly to look up at him from under her lashes. Daryl sat stunned, he never knew what to say in to her general so what was he supposed to say to this? There was so much he wanted to tell her, about how much he loved her, about his life and everything.

"Hey," he lifted her chin up so he could look at her, his thumb grazing softly over her lower lip, "wanna know somethin'? Missed ya today too. Been waiting a long time to hear ya say that," Daryl then brought her chin up toward his. Carol shivered as his bristly beard scratched her chin, her lips were just millimetres away from his, her heart began to pick up pace and the butterflies in her stomach began to flutter lower. The kiss was soft, gentle even and he tasted like whiskey. Carol never imagined Daryl could be so tender in such an act. Daryl ended the kiss sooner than Carol would have liked. "Love ya too," Daryl smiled as he closed the gap between them.

Carol took her other hand and reached behind Daryl's head and threaded her slender fingers through his lock hair. Daryl's groin was killing him, the pressure against his jeans was becoming unbearable, especially with her hand moving up his thigh with each kiss. He still clutched the whiskey bottle in one hand while his other hand fell loosely at his side. Carol broke the kiss and took the bottle from him, placing it on the floor. She flashed him a smile and then climbed into his lap so she was straddling his legs. She took his face into her hands and kissed him once more, more forcefully this time. Daryl sat still, unsure of what to do, where to put his hands. It had been a while since he had been with a woman and even then it had been a quick fuck and it was over with.

"Daryl, it's okay, you can touch me," Carol breathed heavily between kisses. That was the only encouragement he needed. Daryl wrapped his arms around her and hoisted her further into his lap, she squealed as he did so and let out a giggle. He had never heard Carol Peletier giggle before. "Jesus Daryl, who's your friend?" She whispered against his lips.

"Stop," he replied, rolling her onto her back, she parted her legs for him and he nestled between them kissing her hard. It caught her off guard when he launched his tongue into her mouth smothering her with moisture, it was the most erotic thing she had ever experienced in her life. He trailed wet kisses down her throat and over her collarbones, she arched into his touch, aching for more. Carol wrapped her legs around his hips, bringing his closer to hers, creating friction between his erection and her centre.

Thump. Daryl and Carol both froze. There was someone coming down the stairs. "Shit," Daryl swore pushing himself off Carol and scooting towards the other end of the sofa, blushing as he placed a cushion in his lap, suddenly feeling self-conscious. Carol chuckled to herself and sat up, returning to her original position with her legs spread out in front of her, trying to cool off.

"Oh hey, you two, what you doing up?" Asked Rick as he passed through the living room towards the kitchen.

"Couldn't sleep, and Daryl's just finished on watch," replied Carol. Daryl flashed a look at her, he was confused as to how she was so calm about this. Daryl felt more blood rush towards his groin and a blush rose up his neck and into his cheeks.

Rick disappeared into the kitchen and Daryl and Carol sat in silence as they listened to Rick pour himself a pint of water. "You're awfully quiet, you both alright?" Rick said, returning with a glass of water in hand.

"Yeah, just enjoying the quiet," said Carol as she smiled at him.

"Okay, well I'll see you both in the morning," he responded looking at them with a shifty look but shrugging it off before making his way back up the stairs. Daryl let out a long breath and rubbed his eyes with the palms of his hands.

"Constable cockblock, right on time as per fucking usual," mumbled Daryl, clearly frustrated by the interruption and beginning to feel uncomfortable as his erection was rubbing against the zip on his black ripped jeans. Carol laughed and then stood, holding her hand out to him. He accepted it and followed her as she dragged him towards the stairs, switching the lamp out as she went.

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TO BE CONTINUED

Hope you enjoyed it! Personally, I feel that I wrote them a little too out of character but hey ho, it's a fanfic so who cares! Mire to follow.