Tumblr Christmas post for YouSuchCock. :)
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The mistletoe had been Carl's idea. He'd found a patch growing on the eastern fence, just as the snow had started to fall over the prison. He was well over fourteen now, so he figured that it was about time Beth took him seriously.

He doubted that she would, but that's why the mistletoe was a backup plan. They couldn't deny human tradition after all.

Most everyone avoided it, no one wanted to be caught underneath it. Almost everyone.

Carol was coming back from her watch on the guard tower, and she knew that in a moment, Axel would be hot on her heels. There were at least four strands of mistletoe between the outside and her cell, and he was trying his hardest to get her underneath it. He irritated her, but he had not tried anything much to serious, so she really did not worry.

She skirted around the edge of the cells and through one of the doors.

"Your sneakin' around like a rabbit or somethin'. Whats got ya spooked?" The familiar sound of Daryl's voice wafted down from his perch, and in minutes he was down on the ground, walking towards her.

"Nothin," She laughed, giving him a small, reassuring smile. "Just avoidin' Axel." She grinned, to let him know that she wasn't actually worried, but Daryl still looked irritated.

"He still houndin' you?" The man's natural instinct to protect her was nothing short of flattering, but she hoped it didn't wind up causing trouble.

"Nahh, Carl's mistletoe gig's kinda makin' it hard to get rid of him though." She winked, and he snorted.

"Kids tryin' his damnedest to get a holt' of Beth, ain't he?" He shook his head, an amused expression on his face. Carol nodded and tried to avoid making the comment she wanted too. She hadn't realized it until he made the comment, but the pair of them were standing under a rather impressive strand of mistletoe.

Her eyes wandered up to it, and his followed. He let out a nervous chuckle, but didn't walk away. His eyes followed her movements nervously, but they glittered with a kind of longing she couldn't quite describe.

She put a hand on his arm, gently trailing her fingers up to his neck, and into his hair. He stood there, stiff for a moment, his fingers twitching as if he was unsure of what he should do.

Daryl wanted to kiss her, but he didn't know exactly how to go about it. Glenn had said something to him a while ago, about going after her before she got tired of waiting, but it was just so damn hard.

She smiled at him, and he could swear that she knew what he was thinking. She used her free hand to guide his arm around her waist, and propped herself up on her toes to kiss him.

He was stiff, nervous, and she could swear that she felt his arm trembling around her, but her lips touched his for a moment, and she smiled against them. She used her own lips to guide his open, and they were locked together for a moment.

With as much as he cringed away from physical contact, she was almost surprised at how well he kissed. He pulled her closer .

When they pulled apart, they were breathless.

She kept her hand in his hair, and he didn't move his arm from her waist.

"Maybe the kid had the right idea."His voice was shaky, and she laughed quietly.

"Yea, maybe he did."


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