Keeping her bedroom door cracked open, Carol surveyed the hallway, waiting.
The night before, she'd finally made her move with Daryl. A brief kiss, a few stuttered words and murmured promises, and then the others had come looking for them. They hadn't had a chance to be alone again yet.
But now the rest of the household was gone, at work or school. She had just passed Daryl out on the street, talking to Glenn, and she'd managed to catch his eye with a significant look, heading back towards their house.
Now she was waiting.
But, at least, she didn't have to wait long. Her eyes snapped to the stairway when she heard the steps creak, and then he was there, clearly looking for her. She quickly opened her door all the way and gestured for him to come in, and he obeyed, but raised an eyebrow.
"Why're you hidin' up here?" he asked warily, and Carol immediately knew what he was thinking.
"Don't worry, I'm just taking extra precautions," she assured him honestly. They'd already come to an unspoken agreement not to share this with anyone else yet, which was why she closed the door behind him, creating an extra barrier between them and their nosey housemates.
Turning back to him with a smile, she reached out, wrapping her arms around his waist. "Hi."
"Hey," he said, casting a shy glance down, and Carol thought he might have been the cutest damned thing she'd ever seen.
"C'mere," she murmured, tugging him down for a kiss. He made a noise of surprise in the back of his throat, but quickly got his arms around her, pulling her even closer. She couldn't help but smile at his enthusiasm.
But as the kiss deepened further, there was a short knock at the door, and they barely had a chance to look up before it opened.
"Hey Carol, are- SHIT!"
And the door slammed shut again.
The two of them glanced at each other, still standing there in each other's arms.
Carol grinned, biting back a laugh. "Was that… Rick?"
Daryl snickered. "Think so."
"Does he think we were…"
"Yeah, I think so."
"Oh god," she snorted. "Do you think he's still downstairs, or that he fled the house entirely?"
Daryl laughed harder in response to that. "He's probably halfway to the gates by now."
They both lost it at that, having to hang on to each other to stay standing. When they finally calmed down, Carol reached over, turning the lock on the door.
"Don't let me forget that next time," she smirked, pulling him in for another kiss.
Full prompt: "I would like to read a oneshot where Daryl and Carol are having their first KISS AND Rick WALKS IN ON THEM ?"