A/N...So I posted this way back in January on another account, deciding it would be more convenient to keep my Caryl stories separate from other fandoms I've written for. I'm going to be doing this with all of them. This pen name will be solely for Carol and Daryl. Sorry if this causes any confusion.

I Just Wanna Look At You

She'd been returning books to their rightful place when she noticed him again.

The construction worker from the building across the street. They'd been renovating the dilapidated theater there for several months and she saw him at least four times a week. He usually went to the non fiction sections and pulled books out on any historical facts from around the world, only to return to the front of the library where she worked, to sit down. She'd notice him watching her a few times. Dipping his head and blushing profusely every time.

At first, it was only a fleeting look now and again, but now Carol was catching him watching her all over the library quite often and noticed him eavesdropping when she answered questions from members of the public. One day, while she was working on some paperwork at the Info Desk, he finally found the courage and approached her. From the time she started watching him, watching her, she'd found him strangely attractive; his muscled arms and sun-kissed skin on show thanks to self made sleeveless shirt it seemed, combined with slate blue eyes almost hidden behind a curtain of hair and a shy smile that made her stomach flutter. The last two she was being treated to for the very first time today.

"S'cuse me? Lookin' for somethin' specific, could ya help me find it'? It ain't on display but it might be in the back," he asked kindly in a low, but mild voice.

Carol smiled. "Which one?"

He gave her the title and she looked it up in the e-catalogue. He was right, it was in storage. She came around the desk and gestured for him to follow her. The room was at right at the back of the library, used only for books that hadn't been checked out in years. It was uncommon for anyone to need a book from the storage room, but it happened sometimes.

She opened the door and let him in. Stepping inside, Carol walked quickly over to the manual catalogue. She spent at least a few minutes looking for the right card. His eyes wandered over her body the whole time. She had to fight off the pink tinge trying to make its way to her cheeks because she was doing exactly the same thing, trying to be discreet.

His arms were relaxed at his sides, with one hand tucked into the pocket of his dark, tattered jeans. The outline of his chest and stomach visible against the button down sleeveless shirt. They were just as pleasant to look at as his arms.

Carol finally discovered the card and beckoned him to follow her again. Again, they would have to go to the back. When she found the correct stack, she brushed through the numbers. He waited patiently behind her quietly. She wasn't sure whether it was luck or not, but the book he wanted was on the bottom shelf.

Delicately and uncertain of herself, she bent over and reclaimed the book. When she turned to hand it to him, he was smiling.

"Well this is you," she said in a giddy tone.

"Appreciate it. Would it be a'right to check it first?" he replied, flicking open the cover, "I'm needin' to make sure it's the right one before I burden your ass again."

Carol was grateful he looked away, because the delicious tone in his voice made her face flush. He had somehow made it sound enticing. She was sure it was just all in her head. He walked to the table and sat down with the book. For a minute or so he flipped back and forth from the index to various chapters.

He put a finger down on a specific paragraph. Curious, Carol walked over to his shoulder and leaned on the table to look down at the book. In doing that, she brought the top button of her blouse about level with his chin, not understanding that she would treat him to a joyous view of her cleavage if he looked up.

"This sure looks like the right one, thanks."

He glanced up just as Carol began reading the paragraph. He hadn't realised either how close she was. He could caught the scent of her sweet perfume and it nourished his resolve.

Carol straightened back up and he joined her.

"I" He closed the book on the table. "Damn..."

She held her breath; he suddenly looked taut.

He turned and secured her gently up against the table. Carol was a little shorter than him and the table pinned up right under her ass.

"I've been wantin' to tell you," he started, laying one hand on her hip and supported the other against the table. On instinct, Carol found her hands braced against his thick arms and instantly felt his muscles move as he brought her closer. "You're beautiful," he whispered next to her ear. He pressed his nose closer, ghosting against her cheek, travelling just below her ear and hummed, "Those eyes...mesmerisin'..."

She gasped in shock and trembled in anticipation as his hot breath caressed her neck.