Just a little erotica to get me through the day. ;) My first ever fic, hope you like it!


Movement woke Carol, and her eyes slowly opened the the pitch nothing of the night. No moon, no stars tonight, her tent was a haze of black so thick she could almost hear it. She tried to adjust her eyes to the light by squinting when it happened again, and this time she knew she wasn't imagining it.

She swallowed as quietly as she could, sure that whatever it was in the tent could feel her heartbeat and hear her strained, terrified breaths as she slowly reached out for the hammer she had taken to keeping by her sleeping area. She heard a thud and started to search the floor of her tent with her hand, being as careful as she could not to make a sound or to move otherwise. Her fingertips finally found the handle of the hammer when she felt a rough hand move up the back of her thigh slowly.

Carol paused. She'd been so scared and tired that she had missed all the telltale signs of Daryl's presence. His smell, the familiar grunts, the sound of him pulling his boots off and tossing them to the ground had somehow managed to go unnoticed by her. She was relieved for a moment until she realized what was going on.

She felt his weight against her back, his mouth against her neck and shoulder. One muscular arm slid around her waist from behind. She didn't have time to think up a scolding for him, scaring her half to death, or think at all, for that matter. He didn't say anything, not really. Nothing that escaped his lips could be considered speech and Carol couldn't help but agree with every word.

As was usual for her during sex, Carol kept quiet as a mouse as Daryl's hands moved over her body, one of his hands moving up her stomach slowly while the other stayed on her thigh. A soft moan finally escaped her lips as she felt his hand softly squeeze and caress her breasts through her clothing, a moan echoed huskily against her ear. The hand on her thigh slid upwards beneath the tshirt she'd been sleeping in when she heard a voice practically shout her name.

Carol looked up, startled by the sound, to see Andrea standing in a sunny spot a few feet away from their campfire. Andrea sighed and walked over, taking the spatula from Carol and removing a cast iron pan full of nearly burnt scrambled eggs off of the flames, "You're exhausted, you should sleep. If not for your sake," she smirked at Carol, "For the food's."

Nodding slowly Carol gave a glance around her waking life, a little disappointed by the sudden startle but awfully glad that she hadn't finished that daydream out in the open. She started off for her tent when Andrea called to her, "Tell Dream Daryl to knock next time."

Carol slowly turned back to Andrea, seeing the amused look on her face. Had she been talking? She covered her mouth, mortified, and made a quick-paced break for her tent.