So, I have decided that I'm going to make these a bunch of one-shots. All of them will be Caryl and that's probably it. I hope you all enjoy!
Summary: A chilly night out. Daryl has asked Carol to join him on an overnight hunting trip. He wants her there for more than just hunting. Slightly mature.
Carol sat near the fire, a worn blanket wrapped around her shoulders. It wasn't doing much to keep her warm, but it kept the wind out. Reaching over, she grabbed out of the small logs Daryl had left for her and threw it on the still blazing embers.
Daryl had been gone for several minutes, circling the perimeter and making sure there were no threats; human or undead.
Fingering the large bowie knife he had left her, she hoped she wouldn't have to use it. If she had to though, she would. Daryl had made sure of that.
Daryl had made sure of a lot of things; like making sure she ate her share of food, that she rested after a long day and that she knew how to use every weapon they had. He made sure that she survived, that she lived and she loved him for it.
Leaves rustled behind her and she immediately grabbed the knife and turned around, ready to stab a walker in the head. Instead of the walking dead, she came face to face with a dirty redneck.
He smirked at her, eyes glancing at the knife she had raised above her head. "Good girl."
"You say that like I'm some kind of dog." She huffed and reclaimed her seat near the fire. She smiled at him over her shoulder, to let him know that she hadn't taken any offense to it.
Daryl unslung his crossbow from his back and set it close to her, then took his seat behind her. Spreading his legs, he wrapped his arms around her middle and pulled her against his chest.
"Ya cold?" His voice muffled as he burrowed his face in the crook of her neck, kissing it.
"I'm getting warmer." she tilted her head to the side and allowed him better access. She loved these little moments with him and was glad he had asked her to go on this overnight hunting tripping with him.
She suspected that he had only asked her to come along was to do something other than hunt. Not that she was complaining.
He brought his calloused hands up on her arms and began to rub them and even though she was getting warmer she couldn't help but shiver at his touch.
"So," she gasped when he nipped at her earlobe. "When will we being using that tent?"
"Not now." He growled, one of his hands crept under her shirt and his fingers danced over the cup of her bra. One of his fingers slipped underneath the fabric. She gasped.
His breath tickled her ear as he spoke again. "Have ya ever made love outside before?"
"N-No." She shuddered.
Since this whole thing with Daryl had begun they had had sex in their cell, the watchtower, the laundry room and even in the shower, but never outside. The idea intrigued her. The more she thought about it, the more she wanted it to happen. The more she wanted him.
Turning around, she buried her hands in his hair and crushed her lips to his, unable to wait any longer. She straddled him and was about to rip his shirt off, when his hands grabbed her wrists.
"Hold on, woman." His voice was deep and husky with desire. "We got plenty of time."
Time. That wasn't something they hadn't had that much of in the prison. They were always afraid of someone catching them in the act. Beth had walked in once, after one of their sessions, holding a fussy baby Judith. They had barely enough time to cover their sweaty bodies.
Beth still couldn't look either one of them in the eye.
Carol brought her hands to her lap and watched him. He gave her a small smile before he reached over for the blanket and laid it on the ground. Not once breaking eye contact, he lifted her up, laid her down on it and rested between her legs.
"This a'right?" He asked, fingers playing with the top button of her blouse.
She could only nod as she lost herself in the desire in his blue eyes. Tonight was going to be different from the other nights they had been together, she could already feel it.
Slowly he began to unbutton her shirt, savoring each inch of exposed skin with his lips and tongue. He never had time to savor her body before and by God, he was going to tonight.
Carol lifted herself up, with Daryl's help shrugged off the unbuttoned and shirt; then reached back, and unclasped her bra. Daryl's eyes widened at the sight, like they always did and she blushed at his obvious desire for her. Like she always did.
"I love ya."
"What?" She breathed, unsure if she had heard him right. "Daryl, what did you just say?"
He wasn't looking at her. "I said, I loved ya, woman." He took a deep breath. "I-If ya don't feel that way about me, I understand."
"Daryl." She brought a hand to his cheek and turned his head gently, so he could face her. "I love you, too."
"Yeah?" He asked, shyly.
"Yeah." She smiled.
"Good." He leaned down and claimed her mouth hungrily.
~C~D~
Carol woke up the next morning warm and very comfortable. Blinking at the sun that peeked through the tent flap, she buried her face in Daryl's neck and pulled his naked body closer to her.
He mumbled something in his sleep, then turned on his side and pulled her closer to his chest. She giggled when her nose smashed against the space between his pecs and pulled back slightly.
"I'm tryin' to sleep." He cracked open one of his eyes to look at her. "What ya laughin' at woman?" He grumbled, clearly not ready to get up and face the day.
"Nothing." She leaned up and kissed him on the scruff of his chin. "So, are you going to go hunting soon?"
"Nope. That deer and those rabbits I snagged yesterday should be 'nough to last all of us awhile." He was awake now.
"Hm, so why the overnight trip?" She asked, curious.
"One day for hunting." He pushed her gently on her back and crawled on top of her. "And the other to have you over and over again."
Thanks for reading!
Oh, and I am taking requests for future one-shots. Doesn't mean I'll write them, but I need ideas for when I am between chapters of my other stories. So, if you have something Caryl you want me to try and write just message me! :) I'll try and do your ideas justice!
