Awkward

Jesus Christ, a man can't even take a piss in private. Daryl shot Glenn a glare when he stepped away from the rest of the group to relieve himself in the bushes, and Glenn got up to follow.

"Don't need a chaperone," Daryl grunted. Carol caught the tone of Daryl's voice as he barked at the younger man. "Gotta take a piss. Don't think I need backup for that. Back in two shakes. Maybe three." Glenn's face reddened a little and he sat back down next to Maggie, who rubbed his arm and whispered something in his ear. Carol's gaze followed Daryl until he disappeared into the dark of the woods. She sipped at the hot coffee that tasted like mud, but it was coffee, and it was hot, and beggars couldn't be choosers at the end of the world.

Daryl unzipped his pants, grabbed his dick and aimed for a rotten tree stump cut low to the ground. When he was finished, he leaned against a tree, pulled out a crushed pack of cigarettes he'd found in the glove compartment of a car earlier that day. He flicked his lighter and ignited the tip. He brought the cigarette to his lips and inhaled, feeling the familiar cloud of smoke fill his lungs. As soon as he exhaled, he imagined Carol's disapproving look and her telling him that on top of everything he had stacked against him with the dead getting up and walking around, the last thing he needed to worry about was getting cancer because of a stupid, disgusting habit.

He sighed and flicked the cigarette onto the piss soaked tree stump and stepped on it to make sure he didn't start any fires. He tossed the pack of cigarettes away and leaned against the tree, hands stuffed in his jacket pockets, thinking of her.

He wasn't exactly sure when he'd really started to think about her in that way. Maybe it was after he'd massaged her shoulder in the storage units. He sure as hell knew it was before he almost saw her naked.

Her skin had been so creamy and smooth-looking despite the scars she carried on her back. She was thin but toned, something her baggy clothes tended to camouflage. The more he thought of her sitting there, trying to cover herself, the more he wanted to see her uncovered. He imagined the small swell of her breasts, maybe a few imperfections on her stomach from where she'd carried Sophia. He imagined her skin soft and smooth below her belly, leading down to a soft tuft of curls that he could only imagine touching with his fingertips.

And that did it. He groaned at the tight feeling of his jeans against his dick, and he nearly smacked his head back into the tree. Shit. No way was he walking back into camp like that. The last thing he needed was Glenn making some stupid joke and smiling at him like the night he'd caught Daryl coming out of the storage unit where Carol was bathing.

Fuck, this better be quick. He licked his palm for lubrication and pulled his dick back out of his pants, closing his eyes and stroking himself, praying it was over quickly and nobody noticed the ungodly length of time he'd been taking a piss.

Carol had kept her eyes on the darkness while he was gone, and she knew something was wrong. Her heart jumped into her throat, and she felt a sudden rush of panic that he was out there. It was too quiet. He was a hunter, and he was pretty stealthy when he wanted to be, and she knew he could take care of himself. Still, the worry pressed on, especially when everybody else seemed to be absorbed in their conversations around the campfire, all but forgetting Daryl had gone off into the woods.

Carol grabbed her knife from her boot. It had holes for her fingers to thread through. Daryl had given it to her after a run last week, and it had meant a lot to her, especially when he'd spent the extra time teaching her the best way to use it for optimum walker carnage.

She couldn't stand this waiting, so she got up and slipped off in the direction Daryl had gone. She couldn't hear anything at first, and that worried her. Images of him lying somewhere hurt or bit or worse ran through her head, and her heart thundered beneath her breast.

"Daryl?" she whispered, her voice barely audible. Nothing. She walked a little further, and that's when she heard him gasping for breath. Oh my God…he's hurt. She hurried toward the sound now, drawing her knife to keep herself safe. But when she stepped into the clearing, she saw him, his back to her, his arm moving furious in front of him, and her eyes went wide.

She meant to turn quietly and hurry off unnoticed, but the toe of her boot crunched an acorn, and Daryl froze.

"Oh God. I'm…so sorry, Daryl." Her words came out choked and fast. "I thought…oh shit." She turned quickly and fled, her hand over her mouth, not sure if she wanted to laugh or cry at the sight of him pleasuring himself in the woods. Well, he was a man, after all, but she certainly hadn't been expecting that.

Daryl stood there, dick in his hand, looking over his shoulder as Carol rushed off, and his throat went dry. What the fuck just happened?

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