Caged Heat
December 3rd
Afternoon
If the world hadn't of ended, this would be really romantic."
Daryl always hated it when it rained, and today it was fucking pouring. When Carol and Daryl had departed from their little camping site the sun had been sitting pretty in the sky, so much that Carol had even mentioned how she liked the way it looked today. But as soon as they departed to find their way back to the road where they last saw the group, the rain started falling right on cue.
"God fucking Dammit!" Daryl exclaimed, his heavy hands falling against the bark of a tree to keep his balance, nearly slipping as his feet slid through a muddy puddle. He took a moment to regain his balance, his head dropping to the ground. His brown looks hung down in front of his eyes fat water drops hanging off the edges.
"Are you okay?" He could hear Carol talk behind him, her voice muffled due to the rain screaming down in between them. It was dark as night, and wet as the ocean and Carol looked at Daryl with worry in her eyes. Her sweater clung soaked to her body, her arms crossed tight against her chest. She kept her head down, avoiding rain drops in her face.
"I'm fucking great." Daryl scuffed, loud and angry as he stepped out of the mud, his fingers sill hovering against the tree that had keep him standing. It was hard to travel in rain like this, and any possible way of tracking their previous steps had been washed away by the water. But they had to keep moving, If they waited any longer they might never find the group. Carol didn't say anything after that, and it was probably good because he might blow up in her face. His fingers were slippery against his cross bow, his feet practically on ice and he sure as hell couldn't see two feet in front of him. Carol had been keeping close behind him, following him with trust and that sucked because he wasn't even sure if he knew where he was going. He grunted with every step, praying to freaking god he didn't end up on his ass.
"Fuck!"
Carol's crystal eyes widened when she saw Daryl go down, his back flat against the soiled ground, his head smacked against the mud, his eyes shutting hard. She couldn't decide if she wanted to laugh or cry, and that led her to stand in the pouring rain for a moment, knowing that if she could see Daryl clearly his cheeks would be bright red. He sat up in a puddle of his own embarrassment, his fingers clutching into the liquid mud and he didn't want to look up at the woman standing at his feet.
He was forced to look up at her though, when he could feel her slick fingers against his arms. Even in the pouring rain, when Daryl was angry at the world, a touch from Carol still made him tingle. She helped him to his feet, and he was finally up she didn't let go of him right away.
Carol was smiling as Daryl finally met eyes with her, avoiding eye contact as her hands rested against his biceps, helping him keep his balance. She dropped her hands to her side, but not without letting them slip down the rest of Daryl's arm, her fingers teasing at the tips of his before they ceased contact. .They were standing close, even with the Rain darting in between them.
"Are you okay?" Carol asked, without a hint of amusement in her voice and Daryl abruptly nodded, finally looking at her the eyes. He watched as a seductive smile creeped onto her face.
"If the world hadn't ended, this would be really romantic."
"Shut up," Daryl scoffed, heading off into the woods again, a slight grin against his rough face. She followed quickly behind after a moment of basking in the moments with Daryl she always cherished.