'You got all day?' Daryl asked Carol.
'Pretty much, its still Saturday right?' Carol woke up again, drank down the sports drink Daryl held out to her, 'I should go home,' She looked down to see she was naked and her clothes were no where to be seen. Daryl must have gotten up after they made love in his bed for the second time. The windows were open and she was sure she needed another shower. She did know one thing for sure she was never drinking with Connor and Murphy again. 'Where are my clothes,'
'Well granted what you think of me, I had to buy a washer and dryer when the boys started coming to stay, cos they ... they are smelly little buggars, your clothes are in the dryer cos...' he just admitted he was doing her laundry, something the Daryl of old would never admit to doing any task. She was sure if someone asked him a month ago that he wouldn't even know how to turn a washer on, or know how to work a dryer.
'I puked on my clothes?' Carol's face blushed bright red. She couldn't believe that she gotten, so plastered with the brothers. She also didn't remember Daryl coming for her. She felt ashamed at her actions now she had a chance to think about it. She knew she wouldn't have slept with any of them she was just lucky that they had some morals and didnt take advantage of her or Michonne. She knew that it was because they were fearful of Daryl and Merle. They also knew the Wolves had their code and if they did something without consent they would teach them a lesson.
'Well you and Michonne both had some smelly clothes on,' Daryl didn't confirm or deny anything, he squirmed a little because he basically was admitting he was washing not only Carol's clothes but Michonnes also, it gave Carol a little boost to see him looking so uncomfortable about the way the conversation was actually going. She knew deep down he wasn't as bad as he made out he was and the fact he'd taken care of her so well during the night and now making sure she had clean clothes to wear made her smile. 'They should be ready soon. Anyway Connor and Murp are here so you can't get up all nakey,'
'They are here?' Carol groaned.
'Yeah they are in the garage with the boys playing darts,'
'What? you let them alone with the boys? Connor kills people,' Carol rolled around looking for clothes any clothes, Daryl's clothes to cover herself to go see the boys.
'Only bad people, he won't kill the boys,' Daryl just looked at her like she was crazy for even thinking that, 'He' won't,'
'I know that but, they really bad guys,'
'Carol they are practically choir boys compaired to ...' Daryl left the rest of the comment hanging and she knew he was talking about him and Merle. She read though hundreds of reports that could not be pinned on anyone and knew it had to be something to do with Daryl or Merle. Daryl wasn't dropping any information or anything. He didn't want to put her in a awkward spot that she knew more than she needed to. He just didn't know how this relationship was going to work yet.
'Doesn't mean I have to like it,'
'Do we have to do this again? Nothin' gonna happen to ya or the boys on my watch, we just need to ... keep our heads clear,'
'Talking about clear heads, have you given up that nasty habit you got?'
'Smoking?'
'Pot?' Carol looked at him hard, he didn't look like he'd been smoking today, she could smell smokes on him but nothing else.
'Ummmmmmmmmm of course, and I'm growing tomato's in the glass house,' he told her with a sly grin, he was a dork he just told her he had a green house full of plants. She was going to lose her job. He couldn't do that to her. 'I ain't smoking pot... around the boys, or anything, or have it in the house, and I'm joking I'm really growing tomatos... I'm lying... I don't have a green house,'
'Please don't tell me stuff like that, I'm already hiding a murder, I can't hide a green house of plants,' Carol rolled onto her stomach and groaned a little, Daryl sat down and rubbed her back a little. He rubbed right down to her arse.
'You like it that I'm a bit of a bad boy, you always did,' he told her.
'That's a lie,'
'Its not, in fact I think it turns you on that you know I'm a tough guy but can be gentle underneath, make you feel all these feelings that you try to keep hidden,' Daryl said, 'I don't mind if you want to keep me hidden like some dirty little secret as long as I'm the only one,'
'But... ' Carol tried to move a little to sit up, she looked over her shoulder at him, he leaned in to kiss her shoulder and down her back, 'I need to take a shower, I think you need to put your sheets in your new fancy washer and dryer,' he kissed her again, waited for her to walk across to the shower naked so he could watch her back view and then started tugging the sheets off the bed. He come back with her clothes and put them in the bathroom for her telling her that's where they were, he then went to change his sheets on his bed. Carol come through looking at him.
'When did you get so domesticated?'
'I had these three boys come stay and I had to make beds and shit, wash their clothes and cook them meals,' Daryl told her, 'This is a pretty new thing for me, usually there been someone else doing it,'
'A girlfriend?'
Daryl shook his head, 'Nah Martinez wife used to do our washing and come over once a week, we paid her but with the boys and stuff and Martinez being not good it got a bit much so we learning how to do it ourselves, I mean... we knew how to do it, you don't grow up army brats not knowing how to make a bed and stuff,'
'So is there?'
'What?'
'A girlfriend in tow? or was there?'
'Nothing serious, been busy, never wanted one wondering what I'm doing and shit telling me what I can and can't do,' Daryl told her, he finished making the bed, watching her pull on her freshly washed underwear and then her jeans. She had her back turned to him as she put her clothes on, he was going to make her stop hiding from him, not be ashamed of how she looked. He was watching her do up her bra and he wanted her to take it off so they could go back to bed and make out some more. She pulled a tee shirt over her head, turning back to him.
'I had a thought,'
'Yeah?'
'I mean, you don't have to, but why don't we get out of town for the night, get a hotel in the city and take the boys out somewhere where no one knows us, just go and be with the boys without people judging us and ...'
Carol stood there and nodded, she was struggling to keep up with it all, 'that would be nice, what did you have in mind?'
'Well, we could just go get dinner and a movie or a arcade or go skating or something, whatever the boys want to do?'
An hour later she was in his truck with three teen boys arguing over who had to sit in the middle, one was complaining that their mum was the smallest she should sit in the back. Daryl said no that they respect their mother she always sits in the front. They had swung by the house to pack bags to go away for the night. She'd made the boys take showers because she couldn't cope sitting in the truck with them. She didn't realize teen boys could be so smelly, Daryl told her it must be hormones, and she didn't think they needed any more hormones right now. They seemed to be thinking with their hormones a lot. Carol wanted to just have a fun first family outing. With not drama.
They argued over the music and finally Daryl yelled at them to tell them to shut up or he would put them on the side of the road. Carol just had a little grin on her face remembering her first big car ride with the boys. She leaned back on her seat shutting her eyes listening to them all squabbling about what they were doing and where they were going.
'Are we having fun yet?' Carol asked Daryl with a sly grin, he flashed her a rear smile and turned up the music just a little to block the background noise out.
