He was going to kill Morgan when he got his hands on him. How could he justify body slamming a woman with half his strength onto a concrete floor? And all to save the fucking wolf! Daryl had lost his mind when he returned to Alexandria and found out she was hurt, but when he found out how she had been hurt his worry had turned into rage. He had been hunting down Morgan for hours now but he must have been cowering away somewhere, with good reason too. Daryl was storming down one of the streets of Alexandria when he was torn from his mission by Denise shouting his name.
"Hey Doc, she alright?" His face was plagued with concern.
"Yeah she's fine, she's just asking for you. I told her you were probably busy fixing stuff up out here but she's being pretty insistent. Won't let me take care of her anymore."
Daryl chuckled, he knew how stubborn Carol could be when something was on her mind. "Alright, I'll go sit with her for a while."
"I should probably warn you, those meds I've given her, some pretty strong shit. She's high as a kite right now."
He couldn't wait to see this, nodding a thanks to Denise and making his way over to the infirmary. He peeked his head around the door to find her laying on one of the hospital beds, singing some incoherent tune to herself and bopping her head to the beat. Daryl tried to stifle a laugh and close the door behind him as silently as possible but she still heard him, her head snapping up to meet his gaze.
A huge lazy grin slowly spread across her face. "Heeeey Angel," she drawled.
"Angel?"
"Yeah. You're my angel."
He blinked at her unsure how to respond as he shuffled his way over to her bedside. She could see the cogs turning in his head trying to figure out where this new nickname came from.
"Your vest," she lifted her arm to run her fingers down one side of the smooth leather. "You have wings. You've always been my angel."
He grabbed hold of her wandering wrist as she reached the bottom of the vest showing no signs of stopping there.
"Alright fine," he grunted. "That means ya gotta let me take care of you though. No fussin'"
The wide grin broke out across her features again. "Mmmm you gonna take good care of me?" She purred.
"Stop."
"I had a dream about you earlier. Do you wanna know what we did?"
He had a pretty good idea what kinda thing she was about to say. "Nah think that's maybe something ya should keep ta ya self."
She sighed and pouted dramatically, he walked over to the sink in the far corner of the room to get her a glass of water and she couldn't stop her gaze from roaming over his beautiful figure, ogling him from head to toe. He turned around to find her stare fixed on the lower regions of his body, her mouth practically hanging open. His chuckle broke her trance and suddenly she was beaming again, he loved her smile. She crooked her index finger at him and motioned for him to come closer to her, he noted that she was putting on her best seductive gaze, her state of intoxication making everything slightly over the top. He walked back over to her bedside unable to stop the amused smirk forming on his lips.
As he reached her side another mischievous giggle escaped her, "See I made you come with just my finger, imagine what I could do with my whole hand!"
"Jesus Christ Carol!" Daryl felt the heat rush to his face at her words, his dick twitching involuntarily at the thought of her soft hands wrapped around him. She started laughing again as she caught the flush in his cheeks.
"I'm easy but it looks like you're hard."
"Stop," he chuckled.
"Do you know what'd look good on you? Me."
"Stop." He took a seat on the chair next to the bed.
"Do you believe in karma? Cause I know some good karma sutra positions."
"Stoooop," he was still smiling but now he had his head in his hands, hiding his crimson face from her view.
She stared at him with a lazy smile on her face. "You're so adorable when you're flustered."
He lifted his eyes to meet hers, locking their gaze for several moments. All the playfulness was gone from her features now, leaving nothing but a look of lust and adoration in its wake.
"Pretty romantic," she spoke lowly, "Wanna screw around?"
"Ya already used that one remember."
"I know. Maybe I just really want you to take me up on it."
I held her stare once more, her look told him she was completely serious. He scoffed and started picking at the skin on the side of his thumbnail, a nervous habit he couldn't seem to shake.
"Ask me again tomorrow. We'll talk about it." He didn't expect her to remember this tomorrow, but if they ever did anything he wanted her to be in the right state of mind. He wanted her as bad as she wanted him right now, but he wouldn't bring this up unless she did first, wanting to spare her any embarrassment in case this was entirely a side effect from the drugs.
He got up to leave telling her she needed to sleep this off but she grabbed his hand and yanked him towards the bed, almost making him topple down next to her.
"Please stay with me. I feel safe with you." She was tugging him closer to her but he gently pulled her hands off him, keeping them clasped in his as he reclaimed his seat next to the bed.
She was pouting again but ultimately decided to accept this was the best she was getting tonight. "Promise me you'll still be there when I wake up?"
"I promise, get some rest. G'night sweetheart," he gently pressed his lips to her pale knuckles still gripping onto his hands.
The corners of her mouth twitched up in a sleepy smirk, "Goodnight angel."
