Carol heaved the bag of flour onto her shoulders, grunting as she attempted to place the ten pound sack onto the top shelf. Her limited stature placed the shelf just out of her reach, maybe if she just tip-toed a little more…

"You need help with that?"

The voice behind her startled her causing the bag to tumble out of her arms. Just as it was about to fall it was caught by Daryl, whose quick reflexes saved the precious commodity.

"Whoa, careful now woman." Daryl said as he caught the bag. He then easily lifted the bag, pausing before he placed it on the shelf. "You sure you want it all the up there? Should be somewhere closer, you know, since you're all old and stuff."

Carol smiled at his jibe, Daryl was always looking out for her, making sure she was safe, in view, taken care of. Like any good son to their surrogate mother.

Daryl gave Carol a crooked smile, nodding his head towards the pantry he said "I'll help ya rearrange what you need, make it easier for you to get to what you need."

"That sounds like a fine idea." Carol said as she surveyed the pantry with a critical eye. Her mind quickly reorganizing the inventory of their stock.

As she stood there in thought her hand went to her chin and she shifted her weight onto one leg. The movement cause her hip to jut out, accentuating the shape of her hips.

Daryl took note, his eyes slightly squinting as his gaze intensified. He didn't take his eyes off of her as he waited for her to again speak.

Carol barely noticed Daryl staring at her, accustomed to his gaze upon her. Such a doting son!

"Do you think I should try to make gravy? We have broth, I think I can come up with something decent."

"Sounds good" He said with a nod, eyes shifting away as she trained her eyes upon him.

"Alright, I think I have an idea of what I want to do with this room. Care to take the bags off the top shelf and place them on the floor?"

Daryl dutifully did as she requested, reaching up as he grabbed the bags off the top shelf. The musculature of his arms flexed as he grabbed the bags and brought them down. Her eyes fixated on his quick and controlled movements, gaze drifting frequently to his arms as they began to bulge from the exertion.

"Daryl" Carol cooed as she sauntered towards his towering frame "Your like the son I've never had, so helpful and strong."

Daryl smiled down at her and said "And your like the mama I lost, you care and can cook like it's no one's business."

"Well now, son," Caryl said with a grin "do you mind taking these salts and place them up top?"

Daryl nodded and paused as Carol bent down to retrieve the salt canisters randomly placed on the lower shelves. Daryl took a moment to admire Carol's shapely birthing hips. He silently stepped behind her causing her to start as she straightened her body back up.

"Let me help you with that mama…" He spoke softly next to her ear as he reached is arms around her frame and took the salts from her hands

He reached his arms up above her, him flush against her back. She turned and looked at him as he brought his arms down after placing the salts on the top shelf. She smiled at him and said "Wanna screw around?" in hushed tones.

His eyes devoured her as he responded in a husky tone "I'll go down first."

End.

Sry, but after reading all the tumblr drama it had to be done :p