Okay, I know this has been done before but I thought I'd try my hand at it. I know this is probably not that good and may seem a little OOC, so I apologize.
Summary: Two times Daryl needed her and one time she needed him. Slight mature content. Nothing graphic.
There will be another part and don't worry things will be getting better for our favorite couple! :)
Enjoy!
Part 1/2
He didn't say anything as he rolled off her. He remained silent as he put on his clothes, hastily tugging them on his slightly sweaty body. He didn't even look at her as he headed towards the doorway, slinging his crossbow on his back.
Turning in the door, he mumbled a quick, "Thanks." and was gone.
Carol leaned over the side of the bed, searching for her own clothes as she tried to hold back tears. She didn't know how long she had longed to be with Daryl in that way and now that it finally happened, she was disappointed.
He hadn't declared any feelings for her, only came looking for a soft body. The death of Merle had hit him hard, she knew, and without him saying so, she also knew that he had just needed to feel something. Anything. So, he had come to her in the middle of the night.
Carol knew, almost immediately, what he wanted. Standing in her doorway, biting on his thumbnail, he looked nervous and kept glancing at her. It was dark in her cell and he probably couldn't tell if she was awake.
"Daryl," she called out softly, hoping not to startle him. "Did you need something?"
He nodded and within seconds he was in her bunk, on top of her, and kissing her fiercely. She tried desperately to keep up with his kisses and was shocked at how forward he was being. When he started pulling at her clothes, first slipping her shirt over her head and throwing it over his shoulder, she what was going on. Things were moving too fast and he hadn't said a word.
Daryl hadn't come to declare his feelings for her. He had come because he needed her, needed her body. He needed to feel something besides the pain he was feeling over his brother's death. She understood. God, she understood too well. If only she had had the guts to seek him out after Sophia stumbled out of that barn.
But was that really what she had wanted their relationship to be like? To only go to each other for comfort sex and nothing else?
No. It would have broken her heart eventually if they had been like that and it was breaking her heart now knowing he had only come to her so he could forget. If only for a few moments.
The next morning, Daryl was nowhere in sight. Rick must have seen her searching the cellblock with her eyes, because he informed her that he had gone out hunting earlier that morning.
Had he even gotten any sleep? Since the arrival of the Woodbury citizens, Daryl had been going non-stop. Hunting had become an everyday thing. They always needed more food, since there were more mouths to feed. Carol feared he was going to run himself ragged and let his guard down. She didn't know what she would do if something happened to him.
After making breakfast, she headed out to the yard where she watched the tree line intensely. She would stay out there until Daryl came back. Even if it grew dark and chilly, she would stay there until he safe inside the prison walls.
A few hours later, Carol found herself laying in the grass and dozing off, when she heard someone shout. Bolting up, she looked over at the gate and saw Daryl there, a huge buck behind him, waiting for Carl to unlock the gate.
Rick was there too and Carol ran up to join him. She gasped when she saw that Daryl was covered in blood. Not the red blood of a deer, but the black, rotting blood of the undead.
His gaze never left hers as he dragged the huge deer to Rick and without even speaking to their leader; Daryl made his way towards her. His steps long and determined.
"Come with me." He growled, taking her by the arm, leading her to the watchtower.
She wondered why he was taking her there and was going to ask, but the moment they stepped inside the tower and out of the way of prying eyes, he crushed his lips to hers. His hands were shaking as he buried them in her hair and his kisses were just as aggressive as they had been the night before. So caught up in trying to meet him kiss for kiss, she didn't even register when his hands left her hair and made it to the button of her pants. With a flick of his wrist and the pull of the zipper, he was pulling them down her legs and went to his own zipper.
Daryl took her on the wall of the tower and she didn't care... at the moment.
When the deed was done, they both pulled up their pants and leaned on the wall, panting. Carol looked over at Daryl and noticed his hands were no longer trembling.
Eyeing the dried blood on his clothes, she asked. "What happened out there?"
Pushing off the wall, he didn't look at her and mumbled. "Nothin'." He tried to walk past her to the door, but she grabbed his arm.
"No." She barked. "You don't get to do this, Daryl. You don't get to be with me like that and just walk away without talking to me. Something obviously happened out there. You're covered in walker blood and I want to know why."
With a defeated sigh, Daryl took a seat on one of the concrete stairs. "I ran into a couple of them fuckers."
Crossing her arms over her chest, she looked down at him. "Define a couple."
He looked up at her and then looked away. "About a dozen."
She tried to hide the gasp behind her hand. A dozen walkers? He could have easily been taken down with that many. He could have been killed out there.
No.
She couldn't start thinking like that. Blinking back tears, she waited for him to continue. There was no way he was leaving that tower until he gave her the details.
"I was bein' an idiot. Was trackin' a deer, not payin' attention to my surroundings and I stumbled on to the bastards." He explained. "The deer high-tailed it out of there, but I stood there like I was fuckin' paralyzed." He shook his head. "I don't know what the fuck was wrong with me. Then one of them lunged at me and grabbed hold of my arm. I killed it, but while I was takin' care of that one another snuck up behind me. Nearly took out a chunk of my shoulder."
She gasped again.
"It wasn't easy." He stood up. "But I fuckin' killed all of them."
"Thank God, for that." She breathed, still fighting back tears.
"God ain't got nothin' to do with it." He pushed past her. "Gonna go and help Rick with that deer." And then he was gone.
Once again, there had been no declaration of feelings. Instead it had been another quick fuck and he was gone minutes later. This time he hadn't fucked her to forget the pain. This time he had done it because of the adrenaline pumping in his veins.
Once again, she couldn't help but feel like she had been used.
It had been weeks since their tryst in the watchtower and Carol missed feeling his hands on her body, his lips on hers, the way he felt on top of her...
She needed a cold shower or, looking over at Daryl sitting at one of the tables cleaning his bow, another good lay.
The past week had been hell, well as much as it could be in the apocalypse. Judith had woken up every night screaming and she had been the one to get up and calm her. Beth needed a break. The cooking was wearing her thin, since there were so many more mouths to feed. The Woodbury residents were trying her patience, complaining about every little thing and just the other day she had seen Karen eyeballing Daryl.
Carl ignored her most of the time when she asked for help or when she tried to talk to him, always off in his own world. She worried for the boy and Rick was too busy doing other things to notice what was going on with his son.
She needed a release from all this stress and she knew exactly how she was going to get it.
That night she snuck into Daryl's cell, much like he did those few weeks ago. She knew he was awake; he had just come in from watch.
"Carol?" He asked. "There somethin' ya want?" His words even mirrored her own.
"Yeah." She answered and then she was there crawling on top of him and smashing her lips to his.
He pulled back, surprised. "What are ya doin'?"
She started unbuttoning his shirt. "What does it look like?"
"I see." And he let her take his shirt off, shedding hers right after, then grabbed the back of her neck and brought her head down to kiss her.
After they finished, she put on her clothes, thanked him and left.
Lying in bed, she realized that she had never declared her feelings for him. She had acted on her need and had used him.
Was this how it was going to be between them from now on?
To be continued...
Thanks for reading! I will try to update as soon as I can. No promises though, since I have a chapter of Snake to work on, but I will try my hardest!
