Exclaimer:This is my first Walking Dead Fanfic. Don't judge me for my love of Carol and Daryl. They just seem to need each other so much. So, this is obviously a few days after Sophia was found in the barn.
Daryl woke up in a daze. The sunlight beating through the thin tent. Voices from the camp on Hershel's farm grew farther and farther away. He wiped the sleep from his eyes, and sat up straight. After a few moments of finding his legs, he stood up and stripped of his pants. Just as he managed to get them off, footsteps neared his tent. Daryl stiffened up, and grabbed his crossbow. The second the zipper started to unzip, he let out a sigh in relief. "God, Man do you kno.." The words stopped dead in there tracks at the person standing in front of him.
The women with the short grey hair, piercing blue eyes, and a smile that could melt glaciers. All the happiness that once danced upon her face had died with Sophia, or so Daryl figured. She rarely seemed happy, but when she did he always fought the urge to smile along with her. Today was different. Her eyes were blood shot, her cheeks were sticky and cover with tears and dirt. "Daryl.." His name escaped her lips in a whisper. "What you doin' here?" He asked her harshly, trying to keep up the appearance he gave around camp. There was no flinch from the women who had been to hell and back with her late husband. "I.." The pause seemed to go on for ages. "I wanted to thank you." Daryl looked at her confused, trying not to stumble back at her words. "Thank me for what?" He raised a brow to the woman, and sat back down on the ground. It was his way of telling her to sit her ass down.
Carol followed his lead, and sat with her knees pinned to her chest. "You were the only one who really seemed to care. The only one who really wanted to go look for her.." Her voice came out shaky and weak. "Rick wanted to prove a point, Shane.." She stopped. "All I really wanted to say was Thank you for trying to find her when she was still...her." All this time Carol was looking at the ground in front of her feet. She wanted to avoid the eye contact, or more like the eye rolling. "Don't thank me." He grumbled. "I shoulda been out there.." Carol snapped her attention back to him. "Don't.." She shook her head, and fought the urge to reach out to him. "You did everything, and you did more for my little girl and me than my husband ever did."
Admitting that wasn't hard. Admitting the fact that everything she really wanted from a man, was sitting in front of her ready to claw her eyes out. Though he was dirty, angry, aggravating almost a hundred percent of the time. No matter how mad she got at him, or mad he got at her she couldn't help but find the good in him. By this time, she realized she had been staring. "What you lookin' at?" He questioned her, and ran his fingers through his hair. "N-Nothing.." She glanced around before sighing to herself. "I'm going to go.." Carol stood up slowly, but before she could open the door a hand grasped her wrist. "No, you ain't goin' anywhere until you tell me the real reason you came in here." Daryl stood up, inches away from her.
Carol wasn't afraid, more intrigued by how quickly he picked up on her motive. "You thanked me the other day." His hand still wrapped around her tiny wrist loosened. "I-I can't thank you again?" She asked him. "No." He was trying so hard to be furious at the woman. Did she just come in here to annoy him? Her eyes met his for one swift moment before connecting to the ground again. "You're..You're just wonderful to me.." Daryl barely heard what she said. "Carol I swear to-"
Daryl was so baffled by the words that she just laid on him. Before he could say anything else, her lips connected with his for a brief second. Carol pulled away quickly and turned to run out the door. Daryl caught her hip, and pulled her hard against his chest. He caught her lips once more in a anxious kiss. This had been building up inside him for weeks. Their lips fought for dominance, Carol soon lost. All the things she had been thinking before this dissolved into a blur. She was lost in his arms, his touch, his kiss. Everything was new to her. Never once had she been kissed with so much intensity, let alone felt this good. Gripping onto his biceps with her nails softly, she heard a soft moan escape Daryl's lips. Carol found herself leaning more and more into his chest, feeling his heartbeat against her own. His hands with rough against the little skin that show above her jeans, it caused shivers up her back. Pulling back, Carol looked into his troubled blue eyes. "Don't you go leavin' me to." He grumbled softly, as he moved his hand to the back of his neck. "I don't plan on it.." Carol finally felt a smile creep across her lips. "Ay, there's that smile." Daryl chimed, and tapped his thumb against her cheek.
A few seconds later, the camp seemed to be booming again. The arguing, the fighting, the drama. Both lost in each other never heard everyone return. "Dinner needs to get started I should.." Daryl nodded, and grabbed his crossbow. "Gotta get huntin'." He told her as he unzipped the tent. They both went their seperate ways for the night. Though at dinner, the stolen glances, and smiles they shared went unnoticed.
