Daryl groaned inwardly when he heard Rick's heavy footsteps on the wooden makeshift floor. It had been a long day, and every time he'd tried to take a moment to himself, someone else would ask him to do something. He'd lost track of Carol's whereabouts hours ago, a fact he wasn't too fond of.
"Michonne's out back, feedin' the animals," his friend said.
Daryl nodded. "Guess she'll be wantin' my help. Rick, look…." he said, looking down at the grass as he shoved his hands in his pockets. "I, uh…. I need a moment with Carol."
Rick's knowing smile made his cheeks flush pink. "I was just coming by to tell you to take the night off. Carl's helping with the pigs and horses."
Daryl shuffled his feet sheepishly.
"She's up in the tower with Maggie," Rick called over his shoulder, chuckling softly as he walked away.
He looked up, holding his hand above his eyes as he squinted into the observation deck, but there was no one outside. He jogged the distance to the tower, silently hoping that no one would notice him as he climbed up.
He knocked lightly before pushing up the hatch.
The two women were sitting on the floor with their backs against the wall, Maggie's gaze trained steadily out the window and Carol's flickering towards him.
She beamed when she saw him, her teeth showing through her open mouthed smile, and he felt his cheeks flush again as the corners of his own mouth turned up.
"Hey," she said gently.
"Hay," he replied.
Maggie nodded to him, nudging Carol playfully. "He's not here to see me," she teased.
Daryl pretended not to hear her. "You got watch?"
Carol shook her head. "Just keeping Maggie company."
"Oh."
Maggie waved her on. "You guys go on. I'll be fine up here."
"You sure?" Carol asked, brows arched.
Maggie nodded. "Yup. Glen'll be up here soon to relieve me."
He coughed awkwardly at Carol's cheeky grin.
"Alright. Goodnight," She said gently, patting her friend's knee. She stretched out her arm to him, palm turned up and fingers splayed wide.
He stepped forward to take her hand, hauling her to her feet in one swift motion and hoping he didn't appear too eager. He let her climb down first, reached for her hand again once they were on the ground.
"Hay," he said again, his voice low.
"Hey," she said again with a grin. She swung their conjoined hands slowly as they walked, squeezing her fingers around his. "What's up?"
"Nothin.'" He shrugged. "Ain't seen ya all day. I just…."
He paused, tugging his hand from hers so he could sling an arm around her shoulders and pull her in close. "Just missed ya, sweetheart," he said softly into her ear, pressing a gentle kiss into her hair.
"I missed you too," She said, sighing and leaning into his touch.
He moved his mouth down to her ear, sucking softly on the lobe.
"Daryl," she hissed. "Won't someone see us?"
"Maybe we should go somewhere more private then," He said, his voice a little husky.
She shook her head. "We can't go back to C block. They'll be using our showers, getting the kids ready for bed."
"Damn," he said.
"Sorry," she said sympathetically.
He brightened suddenly, steering her in a different direction around the building.
"Daryl, what-" She wondered, her question breaking off into a soft gasp as he lifted her up nearly off her feet, setting her against the hard exterior of the bus as he lowered his lips to hers in a searing kiss.
She raised her arms up around his neck, her hands fisting in his tangled hair as she moaned into his mouth.
"Sssh," he murmured, gently caressing her face. "Don't wanna draw no more walkers to the fence."
Her eyes widened as she studied him. "I don't really want to do this on the outside anyway." She nodded behind them. "Wanna go inside and make out like teenagers?"
"Heeelllll yeah," He said with a wolf like grin. "I'm horny as hell."
She laughed, grabbing for his hands and pulling him forward.
"Ladies first," he said as he pushed the door open, trying not to stare too hard at her ass as she leapt up the stairs into the bus.
Once she heard she door click shut, she whirled around to face him. "No one'll find us here."
"Nope," he agreed, reaching for her.
She eagerly stepped into his embrace, arms circling his neck again as she tilted her head back to kiss him. He gripped her waist, moving into the aisle with her as they kissed and slowly giving way to her advances as she pushed him down to lie back on the seat.
He groaned softly as she positioned herself over him, clumsily moving her legs to straddle his hips in the narrow space.
"Okay?" she whispered, her blue eyes wide and clear as she studied him, her hand reaching out to push his hair back from his face.
He nodded, pulling her down against his chest.
He kissed her, long and slow until her eyelids fluttered closed and her mouth opened against his. She moved her hand under his neck as they kissed, tilting his head back as her tongue met his.
He started to get restless with his hands, moving them up under her shirt from her waist to grope her tits.
She moaned softly as he squeezed lightly and he could tell her nipples were hard, even though she was still wearing a bra.
Her hands toyed with the buttons on his shirt, her fingers slipping through the material just enough to tease him.
He grunted low and she smiled against his lips as her hand wandered lower and lower on his stomach until she was gripping his belt buckle.
"I want to touch you," she whispered softly and he nearly whimpered.
"Do it," his whispered back, his voice thick.
His heart was pounding in his ears as he heard more than felt her tug his zipper down. She wasn't especially gentle when she pulled his jeans and underwear away, but then her hand was wrapped around him and he lost all coherent thought.
"You're already hard," she whispered, as if she hadn't felt him pushing his erection up against her through their clothes all along.
"Hmmm," he replied, eyes closing as she began to stroke his dick.
She kissed him as she jerked him off, her lips soft and wet against his mouth and his neck.
She was making soft little noises in the back of her throat that he could hear even over the sound of his own panting. Her other hand was smushed between her body and his chest and he thought she could probably feel how fast his heart was beating, but he decided that he didn't care as she rubbed her thumb across his already moistened tip.
He groaned softly as she pumped her fist around his cock, her mouth sucking on his neck. "Faster," he grunted and she eagerly obliged.
"Are you gonna come?" She asked quietly.
He nodded. "Make me. Ya know how," he encouraged.
She bit her lip, twisting her wrist as she jerked him and he pulled her body closer to his just as she kissed him again. He moaned loudly, eyes closed as he came with her tongue in his mouth, spurting hot semen all over her hand.
She smiled as she nipped lightly at his bottom lip, hand still enclosed around his jerking cock. "Good?"
"Mmmm," he agreed, reaching into his jeans for the rag he kept in his back pocket.
He looked up at her as he cleaned up. "You wet?" He asked, his thumb tracing her pants on the seam between her legs, which were still opened around him.
She nodded silently.
"How wet?" He asked, pressing more firmly into her.
"Daryl…." She breathed.
He licked his lips as he unbuttoned her cargo pants. "C'mere…." He said, slipping his hand into her panties. He moved two fingers along her slit. "Sit up straight."
She did as she was told, steadying herself with her hands on either side of his hips.
He pushed his fingers into her, watching her mouth fall open. "Ya like that?" he asked, moving in and out of her wetness.
"God, yes," she moaned.
He could feel her growing wetter as he took advantage of the deeper angle, shoving a third finger in her as he pressed his thumb to her clit.
She gasped loudly as he filled her. "Fuck, that feels good!" She moaned.
"Oh, baby," he said as he moved his other hand to her waist. "I think that's your spot."
He moved her up and down to ride his hand as he fingered her, guiding her until her hips moved in a steady rhythm.
"That's it, baby," he coaxed. "Show me what feels good."
"Everything," she whimpered. "Everything you do feels so good." She slumped down against him and his wrist started to ache, but he decided if she wanted to be close he would let her.
He wrapped his arm around her back, holding her in place against his body as he reached lower to fuck her dripping pussy with his fingers.
"Daryl!" she shouted as she came hard, gasping into his neck.
"Damn," he murmured into her ear, still clutching her tight against him as she caught her breath.
"Uh-huh," she whispered, pressing her lips to his throat.
"My back is gonna be hurtin' somethin' fierce."
She laughed, still trying to get her breathing back to normal. "Well, let's go on up to bed and I'll take care of that for you."
He moved his hand to the back of his neck. "I have been thinkin' bout your massages a lot lately."
"Oh yeah?" She asked, wiggling her eyebrows suggestively.
"Yeah," he replied gruffly. "Think them kids're still in our block?"
She shook her head slowly.
"Well, c'mon then…."
She winked. "It's still late though. People are probably sleeping. You'll have to be a lot quieter than you just were so you don't wake anyone up."
He smiled, reaching up to brush a strand of silver hair behind her ear. "We'll see."