aN: hey guys, sorry this took so long. I have RA, and it has been flaring up really badly lately. It's difficult to type:/ I feel like I lost momentum on this story, so I'm going to make it three parts. I'm not in love with this chapter but I needed to kick my RA butt into gear lol. Let me know what you think :)
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Chapter 2
The next day was a struggle for Daryl to keep his mind where it should be. They were just fucking attacked, people had died(thankfully no one from their family) he shouldn't feel...hopeful. He shouldn't be watching Carol like she was the last glass of water on earth.
In a way she was, it was a thrilling feeling, he didn't want to hold it back. All his life, he'd felt like a freak, like something was wrong with him, like he was missing something vital that everyone else had. Turns out he'd just been waiting for her.
How he wished at the prison when she'd shyly kissed him, he'd reciprocated. Why he hadn't felt anything then he wasn't sure, he wasn't sure how he was going to explain it to her either. He cursed himself now and his fucked up head, all that lost time. He just hoped he hadn't lost his chance. Carol had settled him firmly in the friend zone after that and his deepest fear was that her feelings had changed too. He hadn't given her any reason to wait for his feelings to change.
The safezone was having a community gathering in the green space at the centre of town. A moral booster Aaron had called it. Waste of time he thought but some of the kids were still scared after what happened. It was good to show them those assholes hadn't won.
Carol was in the centre of the action, dishing out food and smiled, her mask firmly in place. It wasn't her but it was still her, and now that he knew he could reach her, he longed to shake her off balance. Put a dent in that mask she held so firmly in place.
She noticed him sitting under a tree to the side and with a smile, a real smile, she headed his way. Two plates in hand.
"Hey" she said smiling as she sat down next to him, handing him some food, and she starting eating her own. It never failed, she always thought of him, a lot of times before herself. He felt a warmth in his gut, he'd almost lost her so many times.
They ate quickly in a companionable silence, after she set the plates to the side yawning, she put her head on his shoulder.
"Now all I need is a nap." She said with a smirk.
He stretched his arms around her shoulders as they relaxed. She had on just a tank top now as the midday heat while cooking had made her shed her blouse.
His hand was hanging low on her chest and he couldn't help it, his fingertips found her skin.
She was so soft, the way she was people watching he wasn't sure she even noticed what he was doing, but it was affecting him.
His callous fingers traced an imaginary light pattern across her collar bone. Gliding along her heated skin, feeling the light touch of his fingers over her skin. She had a fine sheen of sweat on her skin. He could feel it as his fingers glided along.
He couldn't stop the images in his mind. In his mind's eye he could see her. Naked on his lap, beads of sweat glistening down her neck she moved and arched to his touch.
"Fuck me." He muttered under his breath.
"Excuse me?" She said looking up at him in confusion. His fingers slid right into the neckline of her shirt.
She was staring up at him like it was the most natural thing in the world, meanwhile he was trying not to slide his hand down further and cup her breast.
Baby he thought, kiss me, wink, make a dirty joke, anything. Just show me I haven't lost my chance with you.
She moved in a little closer, a concentrated look on her facem, their lips inches apart. He could feel her sweet breath on his lips. She'd finished her meal with an apple. There was still beads of juice from the fruit on her lips. He bit his bottom lip stopping himself from sticking his tongue out to lap it up. He groaned, flexing his hand on her chest.
"Is that..?" She whispered more to herself because he wasn't even paying attention. "Oh my god...Daryl you have a bee in your hair!" She gasped grabbing the bee, which was dead and beginning to giggle. Pressing, her forehead to his chest she laughed, her giggling sending them curious looks from the others.
He was so lost in his own thoughts he was having a hard time keeping up with her train of thoughts.j
" oh lord Pookie, we better check and make sure you're not infested." She giggled even harder getting up. Her fingers threading through his hair. "What else you got in there, butterflies? Squirrels?." She continued on laughing barely able to breath at this point.
"Pfft...i ain't got nothing in my hair." He grumbled good naturedly.
She paused for a minute leaning down to his ear. "Well now, I just might have to check tonight, before I let you sleep in my bed." She whispered with a wink, blowing lightly on his ear.
Fuck, he was so off balanced he wouldn't have been able to stand even if he wanted, watching her as she giggled again and gave him that shit eating grin, before flouncing away, leaving him wondering if she'd been serious at all.
So much for throwing her off balance, he thought as he shifted uncomfortably in his seat watching her go.
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The clinic had taken some damage during the attack. After lunch the group had moved there next. Abraham already had a full crew working on repairs to the exterior, so he went inside to see where he could be of use.
Rosita almost knocked him down, carrying a box.
"Sorry Daryl...are you looking for something to do? Carol's trying to reorganize the back stock room...she might need some help." Rosita blurted out while keeping moving barely slowing down.
He grunted and continued on his way. Carol alone in the back stock room...perfect.
He opened the door to find her on her hands and knees in front of him her head stuck in a cupboard, as she hummed a song softly to herself. Her hips were swinging to the tune. She was happily arranging the bottom cupboard, with no clue he was standing having some trouble of his own.
"Are you staring at my ass?" She asked suddenly, playfully as she glanced over her shoulder finding him standing there.
He could feel the heat rise in his cheeks. "What ...no..I.." He blustered unprepared.
She giggled "Daryl I'm joking...as Tara would say chill." She started to back up from under the cupboard, when she gasped suddenly putting her hand to her lower back.
"What's wrong?" He asked moving closer.
"Back spasm ...oh god." She sat up on her knees rubbing her back. "Can you help me?" She asked motioning behind her.
"What?"
"Can you help me? Work the spasm out? It really hurts Daryl..Please?" She panted.
He nodded and knelt down behind her. She stretched her arms above her head linking her hands them looping them around his neck. Her head fell back against his shoulder. She arched her back stretching her back out.
"Can you lean back so I can stretch my back more?" She asked, she turned her head into his neck.
Daryl nodded unable to speak, leaning back he was forced to put his hands on her waist to steady himself. His hands sliding forward to rest on her flat stomach.
The noises she was making, were setting him on fire. "Oh God..that feels so good. yes that's the spot..oh God." She groaned.
He couldn't take it anymore and he let go. Standing up quickly turning around to take a few deep breaths.
"Yah alright now?" He asked his voice slightly breathless.
She was eying him curiously. Her gaze speculative as she watched him. "I'm fine..." She said. "You ok? "
"Yeah...I ...need." He paused, turning to look at her. Just do it you pussy, tell her. He lifted his head up to meet her face. " I ..."
"I'm so happy, that we are ok." She said with a grin. "I've missed this so much, our friendship, being comfortable with each other. You know you can tell me anything right?" She said.
Fuck, and there he was going around the circle of the friend zone just to go around again. Hesitating he stared at her beaming face. There was the fucking problem, she was happy. Who was he to complicate her life. Maybe her feelings for him had changed. Maybe it would screw this up, their friendship, her happiness. Love was more than sex, she'd taught him that. He'd wanted her in every way but more than anything he wanted her happiness. He wanted to protect that, at all cost.
He nodded "Yeah I know."
