Carol padded silently next to Daryl; they'd been out there long enough that she was starting feel fatigue set in. He was still soldiering on. Night was already really set in and she knew that Merle and Logan were going to be worried over them. It had to be an hour if not more already that they'd been out here. He moved with ease through the thick underbrush and fog. Staying close to him was easy enough but she was on edge. The want to ask him why they were out here and not at the house was on the tip of her tongue. Though she kept biting it back because it was clear he was searching for something. Carol tried to take in her surroundings but it was much darker under the cover of the trees.
Daryl paused suddenly and Carol slammed into his back forcing a grunt from him. His hand shot back gripping her arm and pulling her even tighter towards him. Carol searched for whatever brought him up short. A snap of limbs to the left of them had him spinning her and pinning her in place, with her between him and a tree. Carol's chest pressed into the tree roughly and she could feel the fast rise and fall of his chest against her back.
"Daryl?" Carol whispered.
He shushed her and shifted against her. She fidgeted, she was trying to focus on the sounds around them but it was hard to with the way his body was molded to hers. He turned slightly and his hand braced against the tree right next to her breast. The movement wasn't meant to be sexual in any way but his forearm was now pressed against her breast while his hand was slightly between her breast and the tree. Her breathing picked up and all those feelings she'd been having since meeting him roared to life.
Biting her lip roughly to stifle her breathing as his body pivoted again him clearing listening to something. Each movement had his hips arching into her butt more and the feel of him so tightly pressed to her was like a drug. It was almost enough to give her that buzz but not enough to sate her need. Carol pressed back into him without meaning to shifting slightly. She heard his breathing hitch and his hand shot to her hip stalling her movements. His grip was tight but he didn't push her away. Carol widened her stance and arched her back despite his efforts to hold her still and he made a noise deep in his throat. Pressing into him again her mouth popped open with the definitive press of his cock against her ass.
That snap was closer this time and he spun around suddenly and Carol was left feeling bereft. The sound of a wet squelch let her know he'd killed a walker but she was to focused on him. Carol stared at him as best she could with the way he was standing and the way he refused to look at her.
Carol forced herself away from the tree and walked closer to him. "Why are we out here?" Her voice was breathy and she watched as his eyes swung towards her. The night kept them shielded but she could see that his jaw was tense. "What are you looking for?"
"Checking the fence." Daryl muttered.
His voice was hoarse and the sound shot straight to her core. She pressed her thighs together, something he didn't miss. He muttered something under his breath that sounded like he was cursing his life. Carol stepped closer to him and was about to say something but him adjusting his pants made her mouth snap shut, he was just as turned on as her; the hardon he was sporting and she was sure she'd felt made that obvious. Carol licked her lips and felt triumphant with the realization that he was just effected as her. She was starting to doubt that he was still feeling any attraction to her but...Now she wasn't so doubtful. Grinning she stepped in front of him and he scowled at her.
He turned on his heel and walked away. Carol let her head fall back and laughed loudly. She wasn't worried about walkers because they'd walked this entire place. The fence was in good shape and they'd only found one walker. Jogging to catch up to him she laughed again and nudged him.
He glared at her but she only smiled at him. "Honestly Daryl, I had no idea you liked me so much." Carol purred.
He picked his pace up but she kept up with him easy enough. They were almost out of the threes now and she could see light ahead. The thought of having possible running water was like an adrenaline rush.
"I don't like you." He huffed.
Carol snorted, "That's is obviously a lie...or was that someone else back there?"
"Never said I like you Carol." He growled. She started to talk again and he rounded on her stalling her. "It was your ass. I never claimed to not like your ass."
Carol's mouth dropped open but he turned and started walking again. Carol stood there for a second before she heard him start cussing again. When she caught up she was met with Logan and Merle both staring at Daryl. Daryl was red faced and glaring at Merle as he shined a light into his face. He looked like he wanted to the ground to swallow him up.
"Well atleast you liking her ass is out in the open." Logan laughed.
"If you two just wanted to fuck around you didn't have to go into the woods for it." Merle deadpanned, "Damn sure didn't have to take two fucking hours."
Daryl let his head fall back on his shoulders and stared at the sky. "We weren't fucking around."
Carol wasn't sure what to say because she was still processing what he'd said a minute ago. Logan was smiling at his dad and started walking with him. Merle fell in step with her and she stayed quiet. Her heart was beating faster as she watched a set of wings get further away. Logan was laughing and talking to him, nudging his dad, and reminding her again of a puppy.
"Silent treatment?" Merle questioned.
Carol looked over and shook her head, "I'm not ignoring you."
"What the fuck were you two out here for?"
Carol shrugged her shoulders still watching Daryl. He looked over his shoulder at her suddenly and she didn't miss the look there. He could say he didn't like her all he wanted but it was obvious he felt something, and it was more than just her ass. He was just as crass as his brother sometimes.
"Checking the fence."
"For two hours?"
"Yes."
"Fucking liars." Merle laughed.
Carol sighed, "We weren't fooling around."
"Then what the hell was he talking about your ass for?"
Carol grinned and shrugged her shoulders, "Stating the obvious I guess."
She walked up the porch steps and stopped where she was. She hadn't expected a house as big as this. She'd expected maybe two rooms; three at max. The living room alone was bigger than her studio apartment had been. Carol walked further in and she heard Merle shut and lock the door behind them. Logan walked into the room eating something and smiled at her, it was mischievous and she immediately didn't trust it.
"I already took your stuff to your room." Logan smiled even wider.
Carol nodded slowly but Merle appeared, "Let Daryl know I already shut and locked all the shudders."
Carol scowled at them since she was missing something. Logan pointed down the hall the same time a thud sounded. Well she knew where Daryl was. Carol slid her jacket off her shoulders and walked down the hall. The sound of a bed was amazing and she was more than ready to get some sleep that wasn't her curled up on a car seat.
Walking down the hall she took in the mass of pictures that decorated the walls. She seen a lot of Logan through the years and quite a few of Merle. There were pictures of Daryl and Merle together; Daryl and his son. It was charming and she smiled letting her eyes search out possible pictures of the thing that spawned Logan and somehow seduced Daryl. There was none. She seen pictures of a woman but she was older than what Daryl mentioned of Logan's mother. Daryl's mom?
Carol came to a stop after passing a den and a bathroom. There was one other room down here and the door was cracked. The sounds were coming from in there and she knew that was where Daryl was. Walking forward she walked right into the room and his head snapped up. Carol stalled staring at him wide eyed. He was shirtless and his jeans were down around his ankles. He was basically standing in his underwear looking like a deer in headlights.
"Carol?"
She cleared her throat and forced herself to stop visually molesting the man. "Um...yeah..Well Merle told me to tell you that the shutters are closed and locked."
He raised a brow at her and went ahead kicking his jeans off. He was standing in black boxers and just staring at her. He looked flushed and startled.
"Yeah...he already told me and so did Logan." He deadpanned.
Carol swallowed again as she realized what the look in Logan's eyes were. Forcing her eyes off him she looked down. Eyes widening at the sight of her bags right there. RIGHT in his room, clearly this was his room. Who the hell else would it be? The man was in here changing!
Carol growled and bent down snatching her bags. Jerking them up she yelped when they spilled everywhere. They'd been unzipped, on purpose of course, and now were spilled everywhere.
"He's a dick." Carol shook her head, "My god you told me he was and I just laughed it off; you were right."
Daryl didn't say anything and she looked over when she seen him walk across the room. He pulled out a pair of sleep pants and stepped into them while grabbing a shirt. Carol watched him quietly, knowing he knew she was watching. Every line of his body was define and mouth water.
"While I don't deny being right again...remind me who I called a dick?" Daryl chuckled. He turned and looked at her arching a brow.
She stared at him before smiling at his shirt. It was a Jim Morrison shirt that was tattered and torn, clearly well worn and loved. She wanted it. Carol smiled at him and he glared. He knew that look because she'd already took two of his other shirts that were older band shirts. They were just wore out enough to be perfect.
"Your son." Carol laughed, "And I want that."
"No." He deadpanned.
"Daryl give it to me." Carol whine, "I'll even say please."
"Blow me." He snorted.
"If that's what it takes." She said with a long suffering sigh.
"OH MY GOD!" Logan barked. "I can't with you two."
Both looked over at the door seeing Logan turning around and almost running. Daryl barked out a laugh and Carol realized exactly how it sounded out of context. Well that'd be awkward in the morning but she still wanted the shirt.
"I'll trade you shirts." Carol smiled.
He glared at her, "That's my goddamn shirt you have on."
Carol shrugged at him and he tilted his head. A calculating look came into his eyes and a slow smile slid into place. It was serpentine and he raised a brow at her. He whipped his shirt over his head and held it out to her. Carol tried to grab it but he held it out of reach. Carol scowled at him but he shook his head.
"Trade, like you said."
Carol glared at him realizing he was calling her bluff. She wasn't ashamed of her body and instead done just like him. Only problem was she forgot she wasn't wearing a bra. It only took the widening of his eyes to remind her but it was too late. She snatched his Morrison shirt and pulled it on. It smelled of him.
He tossed her dirtied shirt in corner shook his head. "Goddamn."
"Oh hell no." Carol barked, "You put that on right now."
"I never said I'd wear it." He laughed.
"Logan comes by it honest I see, you dick."
Daryl gave her a charming over dramatic smile. Carol huffed and threw the dirty shirt into his face. She glared at him ready to fight him into it. She wasn't sure why she wanted him to put it on so bad. She felt possessive of him. This place made her feel that way. A feeling in the pit of stomach was making it worse. Like something was coming and she wanted to see him in her shirt; technically his- that smelled like her.
He glared and Carol slapped him in the chest, "Jesus fuck Carol why are you always hitting me."
He pulled the shirt on and made a point to mock salute her. Carol nodded sharply and smiled. She looked around the room and realized there was no womanly touch here. It was completely masculine, completely Daryl. The only picture was of him and his son, Carol let a smile show and winked at him.