Disclaimer: I own nothing related to The Walking Dead.
A/N: Sorry for the delay a little health scare this week. Mature content. This story is AU.
Dare Night Part II
"Hope you girls are ready to get your asses handed to you or rather to us." Martinez grinned, wickedly as he shook his paper filled baseball cap under Maggie's nose.
Maggie rolled her eyes. "Little boys and their egos. Hope ya'll are ready for us."
"Ladies, first." Martinez said.
Maggie shook her head. "Coin flip."
Glenn sighed and stepped forward. "Heads or tails."
"Oh, we want tail boy. Always." Merle said with a wolfish grin on his face.
Andrea grimaced. "Disgusting."
"Heads!" Beth said.
Glen flipped the coin. He slow lifted his hand off showing heads.
"Guess it is girls first." Martinez smirked.
"Whatever." Maggie reached into the baseball cap and pulled out the first dare.
"What is it?" Beth asked.
"For five points do three body shots." Maggie shrugged. "That's not so bad."
"Flip it over." Merle grinned.
Maggie frowned. "The men choose the shot destination and players."
'That's not really fair." Andrea said as she folded her arms across her chest.
"Wait." Michonne said. "We will consent to this stipulation, but we get the same right with each of our dares."
Martinez nodded and stuck his hand out. "Agreed."
Michonne looked at the ladies before nodding and extended her hand.
"So who is up?" Karen asked. Please, please, please let it be me and Rick, she silently prayed.
Merle grinned. "Carol."
Carol grimaced. "Really?"
"Oh yeah. Consider this my gift to you and my baby brother." Merle grinned. "Come on bro, time for some fun."
Daryl shifted, nervously.
Martinez grabbed the box from the previous night. He placed the Tequila, lime slices, and salt packets on the table. "So Caro, we are gonna cut you a break on this one. First shot you do off Baby Dixon is on the neck, I dare you."
Carol grabbed the salt packet off the table and gave Martinez a dirty look. She wanted to kill him. She had managed successfully to avoid Daryl all day.
Merle placed his hand on Daryl's back, giving him a shove forward.
'Ya don't gotta do this." Daryl said, avoiding eye contact.
Carol bit down on her lower lip. "Are you okay with this?"
Daryl looked up his eyes seeking out hers, his cheeks pink. "Yeah. Its fine."
"This isn't a date kiddies. Get on with the show." Martinez groused.
"You want a show?" Carol snapped.
"Oh yeah, baby. We want a show. You got it in you?" Martinez challenged.
Carol snapped. She grabbed Daryl's arm, shifting his position in front of her. She leaned forward and took a long leisure lick along Daryl's neck from his collarbone to just behind his ear. She watched the line of goose bumps that formed along the wet path, savoring his reaction for a second before sprinkling salt all along the pathway. She looked right at Merle and Martinez, before she turned and licked up all the salt on Daryl's neck. She picked up the shot, downing it in one swallow before biting into the lime.
"Shit! Caro! That was hot!" Martinez grinned.
"Where next?" Carol asked, trying to sound a lot more confident than she felt.
Merle grinned. "His hand. Make it hot girl, we may give you bonus points."
Carol raised her eyebrow. She looked over at Daryl who was still standing their looking like he was in a trance.
"Daryl." Carol whispered, moving closer. Carol felt her heart stop when his eyes met hers. The look in his eyes, she had never seen that look before. It was all heat. Want. Need.
"Do it."
Carol had to bite back the whimper that threatened to escape her throat. "Yeah?"
"Yeah."
What the hell in for a penny in for a pound, right? She picked up his hand. She smiled at him then slid her mouth over his middle finger, sucking hard.
Daryl almost came in his pants as she enveloped his finger in her warm, wet mouth her eyes staying focused on his as she slow withdrew. She sprinkled the next salt packet onto his now wet finger before leaning down and repeating the motion with her mouth only this time extra slow.
He was getting a boner. Fuck. By the time, she withdrew his finger from her mouth to take a drink, he was quickly moving from half-mast to full sail.
"Wohoo! Bonus points!" Andrea whistled.
"If you do the next one." Merle challenged Carol.
"Where?" Carol said between Daryl's expression and the two shots, she was already feeling giddy.
"Mouth." Merle challenged, a glint in his eyes seeming to mock her.
"Done." Carol stepped forward. She leaned toward Daryl, capturing his full lower between hers and sucking.
Daryl couldn't stop the groan that rose in his throat.
Merle snickered.
Carol sprinkled salt along his bottom lip before sucking it back between hers. She did the shot and lime. She turned around giving Merle and Martinez, a triumphant look when Daryl grabbed her.
Daryl's mouth was throbbing, aching. Fuck it. When she turned around he grabbed her, cradling her head in position with his hand and attacking her mouth.
Carol responded immediately. Her lips pliant, warm, and giving beneath his, she didn't resist in the least as his tongue snaked into her mouth coiling around hers.
Merle grinned. "That's my brother!"
Martinez smirked. "You gonna come up for air? This isn't some seven minutes in heaven shit."
Daryl and Carol both broke apart, panting.
"More." Daryl whispered, huskily. He leaned forward. He gave a shit less about the game or anyone at this point. He just wanted her mouth, her tongue, her underneath him.
Merle fisted his shirt, pulling him backward. "Ya can make out later. We got a game to win here."
"Your turn, boys." Andrea extended Maggie's cowboy hat. "Pick."
T-Dog reached forward and pulled out a white sheet of paper. "Streak the prison in these cowboy boots while singing this song. Shit, seriously?"
Maggie and Andrea gave each other a high five.
"Who does the dare?" Glenn asked, nervously.
"Merle!" They shouted in unison.
"No cellblock C. The kids are in there." Rick reminded them.
"Not a problem." Michonne smiled as she handed Merle a pair of cowboy boots."
"I know ya'll just wanna see me naked." Merle smirked. He pulled off his white t-shirt. Next, he kicked off his black combat boots. He looked right at Beth when he undid the buckle of his belt, enjoying her wide-eyed expression. He shoved his jeans and boxers off in one fell swoop, standing there completely naked in socks.
"Not bad." Andrea acknowledged, checking Merle out.
Karen grinned, elbowing her.
Beth was stunned. She had never seen a naked man before. Not in person, anyway. And not that thing just hanging there, it was so big! Did it get bigger? How did that even work?
Merle bent over purposely, giving the girls a butt shot.
"I really could have lived with never seeing this." Rick groaned.
"Hey officer friendly, ya ain't even heard my singing voice yet." Merle grinned as he walked toward cellblock D, passing Beth. He reached over and placed his hand under her chin, closing her gaping mouth. "If you ever want a closer inspection little one, let me know."
Beth's cheeks flooded with color as did Maggie's for a completely different reason.
Glenn grabbed Maggie. "It's a game, Maggie."
Maggie growled.
Merle's voice bellowed outward from the cellblock.
You keep saying, you got something for me
Something you call love but confess
You've been messin' where you shouldn't have been messin'
And now someone else is getting all your best
These boots are made for walking
And that's just what they'll do
One of these days these boots
Are gonna walk all over you
Yeah, you keep lyin' when you oughta be truthin'
And you keep losing when you oughta not bet
You keep samin' when you oughta be changin'
Now, what's right is right but you ain't been right yet
These boots are made for walking
And that's just what they'll do
One of these days these boots
Are gonna walk all over you
You keep playin' where you shouldn't be playin'
And you keep thinkin' that you'll never get burnt
Ah, I've just found me a brand new box of matches, yeah
And what he knows you ain't had time to learn
These boots are made for walking
And that's just what they'll do
One of these days these boots
Are gonna walk all over you
Are you ready, boots?
Start walking
T-Dog grinned. "I gotta watch this up close and personal!" He took off running after Merle with Andrea.
"Wish we had a camera." Glenn smirked.
"Okay, girls your turn again." Martinez said.
Karen reached forwarded and pulled out a slip of paper. "Kiss a walker? Seriously? This had to be you, Martinez?"
Martinez grinned. "No baby, it has to be you."
"I think that's a little dangerous." Rick said, trying to protect Karen.
"You rather a truth honey?" Martinez challenged.
Karen glared at him. "No." She knew just what truth Martinez would reveal and just what it would do to her budding relationship with Rick.
"Karen…" Rick started.
"No. I got this." Karen walked over to the door.
Martinez grinned. "I will go get your walker honey. So you don't need to get wet unless of course they make you wet?"
"Pig." Karen muttered under her breath.
Martinez gave her a challenging look.
By the time, Martinez fetched his walker. Merle was back and dressing. Andrea and T-Dog still giggling.
"Here ya go, Karen." Martinez held the arms of a female walker.
Karen leaned forward, kissing the woman's head. She stepped back and wiped her lips.
"You truly are a deviant, aren't you?" Michonne shook her head at Martinez as he gleefully drove his knife through the walker's skull.
Maggie stuck the cowboy hat outward. "Pick."
Rick sighed and pulled out a piece of paper. "Do a strip tease."
"Go for it, Rick!" Andrea grinned. "I dare you."
"Definitely, Rick!" Karen grinned.
Michonne nodded.
Rick ran his hand down his face. "No music."
Tyresse grinned. "Oh we can provide music, man." Tyresse and T-Dog started a beat.
"What the hell." Rick shrugged. He walked over to the table, climbing up on it. He began slowly undoing his shirt.
Daryl shook his head, laughing.
Carol covered her eyes.
Andrea whistled.
Merle shouted. "Take it all off, officer friendly!"
Rick fisted his shirt before swinging it around his head.
"Oh my god!" Michonne shook her head.
Rick threw his shirt into the crowd.
He began working on his pants. He paused to shake his bottom.
Beth giggled, clamping her hands over her mouth.
Carol peaked out. "Holy shit."
Rick pushed his pants and boxer down, but unlike Merle when he turned back around he kept himself covered.
Maggie fell over laughing.
Andrea, Michonne, and Karen all secretly thought the same thing, please move your hand Rick.
Martinez clapped and handed the girls the baseball cap. Michonne pulled out a piece of paper. "Go talk to Hershel with a member of the opposite team and start making out in front of him."
"That's mean!" Maggie said, enraged that they would embarrass her father.
"You want to forfeit?" Martinez challenged.
"This is winner take all, Martinez." Maggie retorted.
Merle grinned. "Agreed if we choose the people. I think this one is perfect for my little brother. He couldn't get his tongue out of his little girlfriend's mouth earlier."
Daryl reached over and grabbed Carol's hand, lacing their fingers together.
"Fine." Daryl gave his brother a challenging look.
"Follow them, Glenn. You're our witness." Martinez shoved Glenn after them.
Daryl and Carol walked into cellblock C. Carol looked over at him. "Are we doing this?"
Daryl nodded. "Ya wanna win, right?"
Carol nodded.
They walked to Hershel's cell and knocked on the cell. "Hershel?" Carol asked.
"Come on in, Carol." Hershel said.
"Hi." Carol smiled.
Hershel smiled, noting that she and Daryl were holding hands. "Hello, son."
Daryl nodded.
Carol sat down on the bunk across from Hershel, pulling Daryl down with her.
Hershel looked at them, expectantly.
"How are things going?" Carol asked.
"Fine." Herschel responded, arching an eyebrow.
Carol nodded.
"And you two?" Herschel smiled.
"Good." Carol bit her lip.
"Yeah. Good." Daryl nodded, chewing on his nail.
Hershel looked at the two of them.
Daryl's face reddened. Fuck it. He reached over and kissed Carol. Daryl placed his hand on her waist, and tightened his grip as he slid his tongue inside her mouth, trying to forget Hershel was there.
Hershel shook his head and stood up. He grabbed his crutches and walked out of the cell. He smiled at Glenn. "Tell Martinez, the girls won."
Glenn's mouth opened.
"You can't hide anything from me. Remember that Glenn." Herschel paused to patt his shoulder as he passed.
A/N: These Boots are Made for Walking belongs to Nancy Sinatra. Let me know if you want poker night where more than deuces are wild next. Thank you for reading.