A/N: a little bit of naughty fluff for Azzkick4Ammo - this one is a rather strong M
She had this one fantasy about a tree. About being out alone with Daryl in the woods, hunting probably, and they would be waiting in the quiet tracking some animal. And all of a sudden Daryl would be seized with great desire and passion for her and throw her back against a tree, crashing his lips into hers while reaching one rough and calloused hand up her shirt to grasp her breast while his tongue met hers in furious battle, while he hitched up the short skirt she had randomly chosen to wear that day with no underwear, and with his free hand which had since tossed his crossbow aside, unbuckling his pants in one fell swoop and thrusting into her with wild abandon pinning her to the tree and making her moan and gasp for air, and with every hitching thrust pushing her into the rough bark of the tree and fucking her so hard that all she could see were stars and all she could hear was his deepening pants as he moved faster and faster into her, burying his head into her shoulder as he hitched one leg higher with his hand onto his hip and drove deeper and faster into her until they came in a mutual deafening release.
She felt herself flush at the thought while he scanned the trees around them. When his gaze met hers, the color in her cheeks deepened. "What are ya looking at?" He asked her directly, his eyes squinting at the rising sun. "Ya look like ya done somethin' wrong."
"No, I'm fine." She could hear her own voice faltering. She'd woke before dawn that morning and met him at the door. Her 'mind if I tag along?' was greeted with a cautious 'I spose' and a warning that she would need to be quiet and keep up. She knew this was an infringement on his personal time, and so she accepted his terms.
She leaned back against a tree, one much like the ones in her fantasy, and watched him. Fuck, was he beautiful. Something about his hunter's frame in those cut off sleeves, holding that crossbow as the muscles flexed, his shoulders rising and falling with every breath.
She hadn't worn a skirt. Her interest would have been too obvious, and he would have not let her come with him. She felt privileged to be here now. She longed for small talk that would give her the opportunity to flirt with him, but she had to stay quiet, and so she accepted that too. Just being near him would be enough.
As she leaned against the tree, she pulled one leg up to brace against the tree and she folded her arms casually beneath her breasts, pressing her shoulders back into the tree.
"I don't know, I think we lost it." Daryl dropped his crossbow by his side as he turned to her. His eyes scanned her up and down. "Woman, what are you doin'?"
She became self aware and uncrossed her arms, letting them drop to her sides, but then tried moving one up to her hip, then settled on folding one over the other in front of her. She placed her foot on the ground and tried to straighten, fully aware that she looked strange in doing so. "Just...hanging out."
Daryl drew near her and leaned in to whisper, "'Ain't gonna happen that way." He smiled at her briefly and then shook his head. "I promise you, it will happen, just not against some goddamn tree."
Without another word, he took off in the direction of the prison with a stunned Carol close behind.
