Daryl jogged swiftly across the yard, sweeping his eyes around the grounds. He found her in the gardens, busy at work though the sky was overcast and the moisture in the air was enough to suffocate. "What the hell you doin' out here? It's gonna start pourin' any second!"
She looked up at him, her blue eyes narrowed when she felt a few raindrops hit her face. "Hershel's not feeling well today. I promised him I'd get these crops tied before the storm hits."
"By yourself? Shit girl, the storms' practically here!" He sighed, crouching down low to the ground. "I'll help ya. Just show me what ta do."
She nodded, handing him a long stretch of rope. "Just do as I do." She gazed at him as he worked, the corners of her mouth twitching up at how frustrated he got when he was only moving at half her speed.
She watched, amused, as his bigger hands struggled awkwardly with the delicate stems for a few seconds before she placed a gentle hand on his wrist. "Easy. You're trying too hard. Just take it slow, one at a time."
"I wasn't meant for farm work anyway," he muttered.
"You're doing just fine," she assured him, smiling brightly when they'd finished. "Thanks."
The winds around them picked up speed and the air howled so loudly that they could barely hear the walkers moaning at the fence.
"Just in time," Daryl said, brushing his hands off on his pants. "Here comes the rain."
She shrugged. "A little water never hurt anyone."
Just then, the sky opened up and she shrieked as the rain poured mercilessly on top of them. They took off running at top speed in search of cover, and Carol wasn't really sure which direction they were headed in until Daryl grabbed her arm and steered her towards the archway.
She laughed as she took in the wall of water surrounding them and his mouth hung slightly open as he gazed at her with a slightly confused expression on his face.
He watched her intently as she attempted to catch her breath, eyes sparkling and tear shaped droplets dripping down her face over the light freckles that spattered her cheeks.
He caught himself before he reached out to wipe them away, figured she was already soaked to the bone anyway. "A little water, huh?" He asked, unable to stop a grin from spreading.
She laughed again, moving closer to him and raising her hands to his head to smooth his matted hair back away from his face. "We're drenched," she said with a little giggle.
He mirrored her actions, running his fingers through her short, wet spikes. All at once, she leaned forward and planted a soft kiss on his mouth and the next thing he knew, he was backing her up against the wall, his wet mouth sliding over hers.
She pulled him closer to her and kissed him hungrily, already sighing softly against his lips. Her soaked clothes were clinging to her body in all the right places and he soon found that he couldn't keep his hands off her as he groped at her breasts through her rain-heavy shirt.
She closed her eyes against the downpour that was hitting them sideways from the wind, moaning softly into his mouth. She moved one leg against his and yelped when he lifted her up right off her feet, her legs wrapping instinctively around his waist for purchase.
He leaned her back against the bricks, rocked against her softly as they kissed. She pushed her hips against his, desperate for more friction between them and gasped loudly when he ground into her, effectively humping her against the wall.
"Daryl…." She breathed. "What if someone sees?"
"Are you crazy?" He asked, nibbling lightly at the spot below her ear. "Ain't nobody out here in this mess."
"I guess you're right," she said, tracing his jaw with her mouth until her lips found his again.
He kissed her back roughly, his wet stubble scraping on her face and the practical part of her was glad when he put her down a moment later.
"We'd best get inside b'fore it gets worse," He murmured reluctantly into her neck.
She nodded, tracing the side of his face with her wet fingers.
"C'mon, let's get outta these wet clothes," he added, motioning for her to follow him inside.
She followed behind him, trying to keep the squeaking noise under her feet at a minimum as her boots sloshed through the hall. "I put clean towels in everyone's rooms this morning. Yours should still be in there," she called.
He nodded silently, pushing her into his cell and starting to strip himself of the now uncomfortable clothes as soon as they crossed the threshold.
She stripped slowly, careful not to drip too much on his floor and turned around to find the pile of towels. Her eyes widened at his deliciously naked form in front of her. They'd fooled around a few times before, so naturally she'd seen him naked, just not like this.
He stood up straight, the muscles in his arms flexing as he raised a towel to his head, little water droplets still running down his shoulders, his chest, his hips…
She ran towards him, capturing his lips between hers and he doubled back a few steps in surprise before throwing the towel behind him and catching her in his strong arms. She let him kiss her thoroughly for a few minutes before she broke the mouth to mouth contact, trailing her lips over his throat, across his chest and down his stomach before dropping ungracefully to her knees.
"Shit, Carol," he groaned when she took him in her mouth, her tongue sliding slowly along his underside and he was standing at full attention by the time she licked his length a second time.
He closed his eyes as she swirled her tongue around his tip and tightened her lips around him, moaned loudly when she started to slide him in and out of her mouth. "Damn, you're so good at this."
She moaned deep in her throat as she took him in, the gentle vibrations from her vocal chords washing over him as she sucked him.
He moved his hands to her head, playing idly with her hair before tightening his grip on her and she started to suck faster, her head bobbing with the sudden increase in pace.
He unconsciously pulled her face forward as he thrust, a little too forcefully, trying to shove more of himself into her mouth and she gagged, pulling back abruptly in alarm.
"I'm sorry…. I'm so sorry," he murmured, yanking his hands away from her face. "Fuck, I'm an ass. Just felt so fuckin' good…."
She shook her head. "It's fine. I'm fine," she insisted.
"Ah, shit," he lowered his gaze, his cheeks reddening and she reached out to tilt his face up to look at her.
"Did it really feel that good?" She asked with wide eyes.
"Are you kiddin'?" He replied. "Fuck yeah! That was fuckin' amazing."
"Then why would I stop now?" She pushed down on his shoulders, urging him to sit at the edge of the bed and he obliged.
"Are ya sure?"
"Mmmhmmm," she said, already ducking her head between his legs and licking his tip again before taking him into her mouth.
She resumed her previous speed and he had to grip the edge of the bunk with both hands until his knuckles turned white to keep himself from touching her again.
His eyes started to roll back into his head as she went up and down his length, her hands reaching up to lightly squeeze his balls as she eased him further past her lips.
"Shit, it's gonna be soon," he warned, expecting her to pull back but she only sucked him harder, her lips tightening around him as she slid back and forth.
"Fuck, Carol, I'm gonna come," he moaned, placing both hands on her shoulders to ease her off of his cock.
She slid him faster, moved one hand to serve as an extension to her mouth and he came hard, spurting uncontrollably down her throat.
"Oh, fuck," he groaned, his mouth slightly open as he watched her swallow him down before wiping at her mouth with the back of his hand. "Shit, girl. You didn't haveta do that."
She smiled impishly at him before rising to join him on the bed.
"C'mere," he said, pulling her into him for a filthy kiss. He desperately wanted to return the favor, but he knew that she was still shy about it.
He could already smell her arousal, and he slid his hand between her legs, cursed loudly when he found how wet she was. "Fuck, it feels like you enjoyed that just as much as I did," he murmured, moving his mouth down her neck.
"You have no idea," she breathed, leaning her head back to give him better access.
"Hell, I do," he said, lowering her down into the mattress. He kissed sloppily across her chest, grazing his stubble over her breasts and sucking at her ribs. "That's why I'm eager to return the favor."
Her body tensed visibly and he sighed into her skin. "C'mon, you seemed to like it alright last time. Just let me go down on you," he whispered, moving his hand down her stomach and she quivered under his touch.
She made a soft sound, something like a whimper and he took it as a sign of consent, stroking his fingers soothingly along her belly as he planted wet kisses along her pubic bone before sliding his tongue along her slit.
She moaned, her back arching slightly as she spread her legs further apart for him, bending her knees and planting her feet firmly on the mattress.
"Good girl," he murmured against her thigh, his tongue darting out to taste her sensitive flesh.
"Daryl…please…" she cried, although she still had no idea what she was asking for, but he knew what she needed so he plunged his tongue into her wet folds, licking her in and out.
"Oh, God," she moaned as he quickened his pace. Her hips bucked involuntarily as he fucked her with his tongue and he reached out his hands to take a firm grip to hold her in place as he ate her out.
"Oh , yes, yes, don't stop," she pleaded as he sucked on her clit.
She grew wetter as he licked her, so he pushed two fingers into her pussy and pumped her with a steady rhythm until she came against his tongue, crying out loudly.
He straightened up next to her as she came down from her orgasm, although he didn't take his fingers out of her. She curled into him and he waited until she'd nestled her head firmly in the crook of his neck before he moved his fingers inside her again.
"What are you doing?" She gasped, her eyes wide open.
"Gonna make ya go again," he murmured, pushing his fingers all the way in. "You're certainly wet enough for it."
"Oh, shit," she moaned, her breath shaky as he slowly massaged her clit with his thumb. "That's… that's too much…"
"Perfect," he said, lowering his mouth to her breasts and licking at her nipples as he fingered her.
"Oh, God, oh….. oh, Daryl!" She shouted as she came hard a second time.
"Fuck," he groaned. "Do you think I could get a third outta ya?"
After the fourth time he'd made her come, he wondered idly if she was too spent to return to her own quarters. They'd never gone the whole night together before, but he figured since it was cold it might be nice to huddle up close together, just this once.
After a few moments, she reached for a towel, wrapping it tight around her.
He frowned. "What're ya doin?'"
"I just realized I have no dry clothes here. I have to go to my cell to get dressed."
"Why?" He asked, suddenly feeling a little panic stricken. "Did I do somethin' wrong?"
"No, of course not." She raised a hand to his face, gently stroking his cheek with her thumb. "Trust me, you did everything right. But I've gotta get ready for my watch, remember?"
"Oh, fuck that's right," he said slowly, trying to mask his too obvious disappointment. "Well, I'll come up with you, keep ya company."
She smiled, one of those true, genuine smiles she had. "Okay. Just give me a minute."
He pulled his pants and shirt on in a hurry once she'd gone and rushed to make it to the next cell in less than three strides. She was still buttoning her jeans and adjusting her bra when he appeared in her doorway.
He turned his head to give her some privacy as she finished dressing and he was so lost in his thoughts that he startled slightly when she tapped his elbow.
"Ready?" She asked quietly.
"Yeah," he said, following closely behind her.
"Hey, it's not raining anymore!" She exclaimed once they were outside.
"How about that?" He said, only because he wasn't sure what else to say.
They climbed up the steps to the tower in silence. Carol strode through the door and walked up to Rick. "You're officially relieved."
"Thanks," he said, gesturing out the window with his hand, ready to fill her in when his brows furrowed. "What are you doing here?" He said to Daryl. "You don't have watch tonight."
Daryl shrugged. "Just keepin' her company."
Rick nodded. "Well, you'd better get some rest while you're up here. I need you in top shape for tomorrow morning. No pulling a Glenn and Maggie," he warned, and Carol had to hide her smile behind her hand when his face flushed.
Rick turned his attention back to Carol. "There's a few more walkers on the fence tonight, but the rain slowed them down a lot, so I don't think we'll have to worry about that til the morning."
She nodded. "Goodnight," she called as he headed down the stairs.
"Night," They heard as he disappeared.
She sat cross legged on the floor in front of the window and motioned for him to join her. "Well, you heard Rick. You'd better get to sleep," she said, reaching for a blanket and moving to wrap it around his shoulders.
He leaned against her and they talked for awhile before he started to drift off, all the while she moved her fingers soothingly through his hair.
Carol had taken to crawling in between his sheets in the dark sometimes after that, and he hoped she wasn't getting too emotionally attached. Although, if he was completely honest with himself, he sort of missed her on the days that she stayed away. It was an unsettling realization and Daryl figured it was best not to dwell on it.
