AN: I've been so blocked lately I asked Halohunter 89 and Serpentinefire for a prompt. Halohunter89 and I both decided to do seperate versions of another prompt. That will be chapter 2. This is the prompt from the lovely Serpentinefire. Hope it's what you wanted ;) set in the future after the All out War with the Saviours is over. Warnings for smut and some kinky smut :)

I do not own or profit from The Walking Dead

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"Carol, you really need to fuck Daryl, maybe that will brighten his mood."

Daryl paused in the kitchen, a sudden feeling of dread filling his stomach. The group was in the living room, lingering after a late supper he assumed, whiling away the hour or so before bed. Although the solar panels, provided them with electricity in Alexandria, there was a strict policy of lights out at 8pm. No need to be wasteful Rick had told the residents, but the real reason Daryl assumed was to maintain a low profile. No need to attract anyone who might have nefarious purposes. Electricity would be like a magnet for all the assholes like Negan (who was currently rotting in his fucking cell.) So no lights on, even at Rick's house, even when they had visitors from The Hilltop and The Kingdom.

Carol had decided to stay at Alexandria for awhile. Mainly, Daryl was certain, because he'd all but had a panic attack at the thought of her leaving him again. He knew he had put the weight of guilt on her to stay. He had been trying for days now, to tell her why he had needed her to stay. He needed her. It was becoming more and more difficult to keep his hands off of her. He wanted, to do so many things to her. Things he was sure would shock Carol. He woke at night gasping from vivid dreams where Carol was riding him, her head thrown back in abandon. Dreams where he fucked that amazing ass she had. Dreams of her on her knees, taking him into her mouth, with her hand in between her own legs.

He was awkward and an idiot and seemed to get flustered the moment he came near her and she was oblivious as fuck. The whole situation had him on edge and he'd been cranky as fuck lately, snapping at anyone who came near.

He'd been on the wall for his watch but one of the Alexandrians had come and relieved him, knowing that his group was having an impromptu candlelight get together. He'd reluctantly headed back to the house. He had no desire to watch Zeke and Morgan and that big bastard Jerry fawn over Carol all night while he sat there like a moron.

But now, he paused in the kitchen, his gut clenching in apprehension as Michonne's words floated out to him and a few giggles littered his ears.

"Ahhh he ain't that bad, but he is in a mood lately..." he heard Rick say. Thank you Rick he thought, but groaned, as Rick laughed and finished dramatically. "Although yeah, getting laid would probably help. Carol...save us...again."

The wine induced giggles seemed to rustle around the room. Daryl wanted to be pissed at those assholes but they were right. Only thing that would help him, was fucking Carol until she screamed his name.

"You guys are awful, don't be mean...he'd put an arrow in your asses if he heard you." There she was, Carol. His heart clenched in his chest, he should have known, that of everyone she would defend him. Fuck he loved her.

"Carol, we all love him, and we love you, you know that. But the two of you belong together. Don't waste that." The group went silent as Maggie spoke her voice cracking on the last words. A sliver of pain shot through Daryl's chest. God he needed Carol. If he could just man up, the things he would do to her. He groaned softly, as an image of Carol naked bent over this very counter as he fucked her from behind filtered through his head. He bit his lip and rearranged himself in his jeans.

Carol sighed "Guys, I love you all, and I know you mean the best. But Daryl...Daryl doesn't feel that way about me."

WHAT the FUCK was that now?

Tara snorted "You can't be serious. Uhhhh we have eyes. Fuck even I noticed the boner he was sporting the other day when he walked in on you scrubbing the floor, with your ass up in the air, and those yoga pants Maggie gave you.." Tara trailed off wistfully, and the group giggled.

Fuck, he hadn't realized it had been so noticeable. He thought with a flush.

"He doesn't, I mean I know he doesn't...Carol almost whispered. Daryl could hear it in her voice. Fuck! How the hell had he let this happen.

"Carol, I know him, almost better than anyone except you...and I know he does. He might not know it himself...but he does." Rick said and once again silence descended on the room.

"I tried...at the prison, so many times. But I was awkward, and so unsure of myself after Ed. I used humour to flirt, cause I couldn't come out and just say it. Never once was he remotely interested. He just would tell me to stop. So I stopped. I...I'm friend zoned. Glenn told me that term." She coughed. "I'm content...with what we have. It's enough. I tried...you know before Tobin died, he told me something and I think he was right. Daryl sees me as a surrogate mother figure."

He was seeing red. He was past red and a purple haze was forming in front of his eyes. That fucker! If he wasn't already dead, he'd beat the snot out of him. Daryl was gripping the cabinet door in front of him not even aware of how much force he was putting on it. Suddenly the cabinet cracked and he pulled down the door, completely of it's hinge. The thump echoed loudly in the kitchen.

He heard them, the exclamations of what was that, the running into the kitchen. Michonne with her sword out, Rick with his python in his face. They visibly sagged in relief when they realized it was him, but then an awkwardness creeped in as the group realized he'd heard the conversation. But he didn't move. He was perfectly still.

"Daryl..." Rick started to say but he interrupted him.

"How could you let that flannel fuck convince you I thought of you as a mom...what the fuck! Is that why you fucked him?" His voice was a deadly growl.

"Daryl..." Michonne started to say.

"NO! Answer me Carol!" He was angry, more angry than he'd ever been in his life. Aaron and Tara, hell even Rosita, they'd never seen him like this, but he saw their awkward stances. The others more or less looked like they were prepping for the storm and annoyed about it too, he though as he spun, but Carol, Carol looked curious, and maybe confused.

"Are you telling me you don't?" She asked softly.

"You're damn right I don't! You should know better than that Carol! YOU KNOW me! I'm awkward as fuck. I don't do this well. But you definetly AIN't my mom!"

They were staring at each other ignoring the others in the room. Ezekiel was about to say something but Rick shook his head no, motioning to the others to follow him out of the room. The group quickly filled out of the kitchen. Leaving him and Carol alone.

"Then how do you think of me?" When he hesistated, she whispered "it's now or never Daryl."

He grabbed her, pulling her in close to him, as years of frustration and chemistry exploded. He all but devoured her mouth as their lips met. She whimpered into his mouth.

His hands came down to her ass as he picked her up, and turned, setting her on the counter. "Fucking hell!" He growled As he all but ripped the sweater she was wearing off of her, to reveal her tank top.

"The fucking things I wanna do to you and you think I see you as my mom!" He sucked on her neck just below her collar bone.

"Like what" she moaned.

"Fuck, I wanna fuck you, until you're screaming my name. I wanna come in your ass. I wanna eat your pussy for fucking dinner, every second I'm with you, all I can think of, is pounding into you. Of you riding me." He growled.

She grabbed the hem of his shirt and lifted it over his head throwing it across the floor. "Yes.. Bed...Now!" She moaned.

He picked her up, her legs wrapped tightly around his waist. They staggered through the house and up the stairs. Leaving an awkward group in the other room, a little shocked at what they had just overheard.

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"Well..." Tara muttered wide eyed. "That escalated quickly."

"Uhhh anyone wanna go.." Rick trailed off.

"Anywhere else?" Aaron asked "yup, yup we do."

They quickly made their escape, even as the moans from upstairs reached their ears.

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"Oh my god" he moaned. He had Carol naked spread out on his bed. Staring up at him with a wide eye stare. He knew it would be this way. Carol was so fucking hot, he thought he might melt.

"Definitely not my mom." He grinned at her as he settled in between her legs after getting rid of his own clothes.

"Prove it." She said with a dirty little grin.

"Don't think a mom, would give me something so pretty to eat." He grunted as he fingered her pussy and she threw back her head and laughed, until he lowered his head, taking her clit into his mouth.

Her hips bucked into his face, and she fisted her hands in his hair and he fucking loved it. She was wild, like he knew she would be.

He entered her with his tongue, and moaned as her taste flooded his mouth. His hands could not stop roaming though. His finger tips slid past the opening of her ass, and she cried out in pleasure. He lifted his head for a second. "You like that baby?" But she was beyond words. So he used his tongue on her again, as his finger slipped past the tight ring.

She came with a loud cry, and before the spasms had even finished she was pulling him up to her, her hand wrapping around his dick, guiding him to her entrance.

He slammed into her. "Definetly. Not. My. Mom." He growled punctuating every word, with a wild thrust, her legs were wrapped around his waist her heels digging into his waist.

"Next time I hear that shit.." he panted into her ear "your ass will be so red, you won't sit for a week."

He couldn't hold on much longer. She was coming again, she was so tight, and it was getting tighter. He let himself go, screaming her name when he felt her come.

Afterward, he lay panting on top of her, his weight of to the side. His insecurities starting to flood back into her brain.

"That alright?" He muttered, between gasps of breath.

She snorted "Don't get shy on me now. Not after all that." She giggled slapping him on the ass. He growled tickling her sides.

"Wasn't shy...just an awkward fuck." He muttered, his cheeks flushing brightly. "What can I say you bring out the best in me." He bit his lip "Carol...you know that shit I said, calling you baby, saying I was gonna spank you...I didn't mean that in a creepy way...Or anything...this fucking crap that flannel fuck got in your head is messing with me...i ...fuck...all I think about is fucking you in every way possible, like the dirties ways you can imagine. I mean...I love you...in a sexual way...and all the other ways too..Fuck I'm always better at actions than words." He paused.

"Daryl." She murmured putting her finger over his lips "shut up and show me."

"Yes ma'am."

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One more chapter- will be the prompt halohunter89 gave me. Completely seperate from this story. I do 't get many prompts but I do accept them if anyone has one they would like to send me :)