A/N: Hey readers, I bet not many will know me here on this fandom since this is my first story here. I just started watching the fandom and I fell in love with this shipment. Caryl is beautiful! I hope you all enjoy this piece of work, its longer and more detailed than my usual work. Thank you so much for taking your time to read this and review if you want. Thanks again!
Disclaimer: I do not own The Walking Dead. It's a nice dream though.
His Eyes
Those cold blue eyes, she couldn't help but stare into them. Daryl Dixon, a man who wasn't afraid of anything. He could probably walk into a horde of zombies without a second thought, his smirk glued to his face until the last of his breath. Hell, he'd probably be smirking even as a zombie, he knew he was just that good. Aside from his attitude and personality, his appearance was just as great. He was one of those guys who looked good in anything, his ass looked amazing in any pair of jeans. She couldn't help herself, glancing at it every time he needed to bend down. She even caught herself drooling once before! When she was with Ed, she'd get slapped for even glancing at another guy. It was nice being able to do it now, she didn't even feel bad. This moment however, Daryl had caught her staring and went ahead and stared right back at her. She was hanging laundry, he was watching for walkers on the watch tower. It wasn't possible for her to break from his intense stare. She wondered what was going through his mind.
Daryl had been walking around the square tower, his usual routine. He was stuck with Carl, the kid was kinda annoying but he had to admit, he had good aim. He was going crazy now though, If he was going to hear another word about how hot Beth looked in those jean shorts, he was going to blow a nut. The world was ending and the kid was worried if he looked good enough to get with her. Daryl had to get away, he couldn't take it anymore so he walked to another side. "More ground to cover..." He mumbled, glad Carl didn't follow right after. Slinging his crossbow over his shoulder, he leaned against the rail after seeing there was no threat. Closing his eyes, a soft sigh slipped past his lips. This was hectic, why was he trying so hard? He lost the one person who he knew cared for him, Merle, and now, he felt everyone here felt distant. Hell, his personality probably scared them off. No one even tries to be his friend and he was fine and dandy about that. His heart was made of stone. His eyes slowly opened, it was painfully quiet out tonight. He looked down to see two of the few women hanging up wet laundry. One of the women, Carol, was staring right up at him. Without even thinking, a smirk formed on his lips as he tried to figure out why she had been staring and how long.
Carol noticed his smirk and quickly looked away. She hung one of Rick's shirts in front of her so he couldn't see her embarrassed expression. She knew he was still staring and couldn't handle looking back up at him. A blush covered her pale cheeks and she ran her fingers through her very short, gray hair. Her body turned to Beth, "I'm going to go get us some water, it's hotter than usual." She said, maybe it was just her though. Maybe it was Daryl who was making her feel this way. Her face heated up even more at the thought. She spun around and rushed off before Beth had a chance to respond. She needed to get away from those eyes, her heart couldn't take it.
Daryl watched as she rushed away, his eyes following every move she made. Carol was a funny woman, she did funny things. She had been the only one to keep a decent conversation with him. She knew what she was talking about. She didn't show any fear around him, she even playfully slapped him all the time. The others probably thought she has a death wish. He liked her, she had guts. When her daughter Sophia died, she grew stronger instead of holding the group back. He was glad she wasn't depressed anymore. He didn't like her all sad like that. For an older woman, she was still very appealing in his eyes, more than others in the group. She had a nice smile too, not that he really paid enough attention anyway. Like him, she had scars. That fucker, Ed, didn't realize how good he had it. He deserved to rot in the damn ground. Just the thought of Ed putting his hands on her pissed him off, he didn't do too well with being pissed either.
Carol sighed as she pushed her back against the door, the bars pressing against her skin as she tried to catch her breath. That was the first time he had caught her staring and actually stared back. She received goose bumps, god those eyes of his... What they did to her! She couldn't help but stare into them. She knew it was dangerous, even though they were beautiful, they could drown her easily. Carol knew that but even though, it still turned her on. She couldn't get enough of Daryl Dixon. She wanted to feel his hands on her body, his hot breath on her neck. She wanted it so badly, her urges were out of control. Maybe she should make a move on him, see how he reacted. If he went along, shed finally be satisfied. If he pushed her away, shed laugh and say she was just messing around with him in hope that they'd still remain friends. She heard a door close behind her, interrupting her thoughts. She turned to see it was Daryl, he was looking right back at her.
Daryl blinked slowly. Rick had told him moments ago that he could go ahead and relax since the day was quiet. He also mentioned something about wanting some father, son bonding time with Carl and then pretty much kicked him out. He stopped when seeing Carol. "Hey." He said, his eyes refusing to leave hers. A smirk formed as he noticed her beginning to struggle staying as still as he was. He stepped closer to her, the desire to tease her increasing. "Don't you look nice today Carol. New tank top?" He asked casually and scanned her body, she always looked nice in his eyes.
Carol bit her bottom lip as she watched his eyes look up and down her body. She shrugged with a blush, "Maggie found it on a run with Glenn." She explained, rubbing her arm nervously. "I should get back to Beth... She needs my help." She mumbled and went to go to the door but was stopped by Daryl's arm, now blocking her path. She looked at him, her eyes innocent. "What?" She asked, her voice weak as her heart pounded in her chest.
Daryl looked down at her and grinned, "Beth is pretty much done. You don't have to worry about her." He said and wrapped an arm around her neck. "How about just the two of us go explore this hell hole? I need some fucking silence from these people anyway." He groaned and pulled her closer, she smelled nice. Like flowers. He looked at her and gave a small smile, "let's go woman." he said, pulling her along with him before she could open up her mouth and object. He turned on his flashlight, letting go of her, he looked around. "Make sure you're careful. I aint ready to lose ya." He said with a small grin as she continued to blush. He knew this area had been cleared out weeks ago by him and Rick. He just wanted to tease Carol more without having to worry about the others seeing it and making fun of him in the future.
Carol looked around and sighed when seeing there were no walkers. "I don't think there are any anymore. Maybe we should just go back..." She said quickly, feeling like her urges were going to control her and make her attack him. She wanted him so bad, even she was creeped out by it. She needed to feel him against her. It had to be soon, her panties couldn't get any wetter. She noticed a room that was destroyed. the only things left in it were a busted up TV and a ripped couch. She plopped down onto the couch and grinned. "Break time." She said, rubbing her legs together. She groaned lightly at the feeling.
Daryl nodded slowly and sat down beside her, "we just fuckin' started you know." He pointed out. He needed to figure out another way to tease her. He smirked, "so I've been meaning to ask. Why were you staring at me? You could have just came up and watched me from up there." He grinned but soon frowned when he didn't get much of a reaction. He noticed her legs rubbing together and the expression on her face was frustrated. He placed a hand on her thigh, "Carol?" He asked in concern, his breath hot on her face. His eyes widened when he heard her moan his name softly, her eyes pleading. He frowned and growled lowly.
The next few moments flashed before Carols eyes. Daryl was on top of her, his weight keeping her down. He had his lips smashed onto hers in a hard kiss, his dominating instincts kicking in. She was so confused as she felt him nibble on her lower lip. She gasped as one of his strong hands groped her breasts through her tank top, the gasp giving him the chance to slip in his tongue into her mouth. The taste of his tongue made her moan louder as she pressed her breasts to the palm of his hand.
Daryl didn't know what was happening, it seemed his caged animal was free and he was now attacking this injured rabbit. He couldn't help it, she was so great in so many ways. He needed more, he had to have more to fill this hunger of his. He pulled her shirt up and then her black bra, after a small squeak from Carol, he his mouth attached to one of her hardened nipples. He groaned as he felt his hard on pressing against his zipper, begging to be free. His tongue flicked across her nipple and smirked as he watched the pleasured expressions play out on her face. She was so beautiful.
Carol smiled, she didn't know if this was another one of her usual wet dream of hers about this sexy man but damn, it felt amazing. She pulled the rest of her shirt off and then her bra. Her eyes closed halfway to see him pull off her pants, and then his vest and shirt. His chest looked amazing, she then noticed each and every scar on his skin. He had told her once before how terrible his father was to him. Made her sick to her stomach, each time she thought about it. She tried to get it off her mind once more and rubbed his chest. Each muscle under her fingertips made her breathing slow more down. She leaned up and kissed his hard jaw line down to his chest, earning a grunt. She must have done something right since his hot erection was pressed against her leg. Her hand reached forward and slowly unzipped his pants. Unbuttoning his jeans, her hand slipped past his boxers and she gripped his length. She gasped at his size. It was bigger than she ever dreamed of.
Daryl moaned softly as she pumped him slowly, he was already ready to explode soon if he didn't get inside of her. "Carol..." He groaned. "I'm gonna fuckin' cum if you keep teasin' me like that." He hissed as pre seeped from the tip, onto her hand. He felt himself harden even more when seeing her lick the white substance off her fingers. "Ed constantly told me how much I suck in bed so sorry in advancement..." He heard her murmur as she slid off her wet panties. He looked at her and kissed her hard for a long moment. "Fuck Ed." He growled in between the kiss. His tongue licked at her swollen lips and slowly pushed in after positioning himself. Daryl shoved his tongue into her mouth to suppress her moan as he pushed his dick into her heated core. He pulled out halfway and then slammed back into her, earning a satisfying cry of pleasure.
Carol smiled in complete utter bliss. Her hips rocked with his as her tongue swirled around his. Her fingers racked through his hair, another moan slipping out. Luckily since they were far away from the cell block, she didn't have to worry about the others hearing her cry out for more. "Faster..." She mumbled against his lips and tightened more around him when he did so. "Daryl..." She groaned. "I'm going to cum..." She warned after pulling away from the kiss, trying to catch her breath. Moments past of both of them moaning and panting before she cried out, her back arching as she came around his dick.
Daryl groaned when feeling her release. He gripped her hips and fucked her harder, feeling his own release building up. He moaned her name ever so softly before feeling his balls tighten. Blasting his seed into her, he pumped it deep before slowly pulling out. Laying on the other side of the couch, his eyes met with hers. "Wear that tank top more often... it looks nice on you." He panted softly, complementing her. He then stood up and fixed his pants, "Don't tell anyone about today. I don't feel like hearing the guys make fun of me for going soft or something." He said and tossed her clothes to her. "We should get back, the others are probably worried." He said, glancing at her as she dressed. She had a nice body, better than he had imagined.
Carol nodded sadly, she knew she was stupid for thinking this would mean something to him. She stood up after she was fully dressed and rubbed her arm. "Thanks." She mumbled, following behind him. This was her secret place now... the place where she had sex with Daryl Dixon. Now, she knew, her cravings for this man would be worse. She knew what he had to give and she wanted more. She had to have more, there was nothing to it. She wiped the sweat off her forehead and smiled. Shed never forget about what happened today.
A/N: Did I do this couple justice? Should I continue? Tell me in a review, if you want, give me some ideas lol. Thanks for reading and I hope you enjoyed this!
