AN: This is just a fun little one shot. Someone sent me the prompt that Daryl and Carol go to a drive-in movie and do a little more than watch the movie.
I own nothing from The Walking Dead.
I hope you enjoy! Let me know what you think!
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Daryl and Carol both liked old things. Classics. Traditions.
It was no question, then, when Daryl heard that there was a drive-in movie theater that was just about a forty-five-minute drive from their home, that they had to go there for a date.
Carol hadn't questioned him when he'd told her to wear one of her favorite dresses that looked just like something Lucille Ball would wear. She'd talked Daryl's brother and sister-in-law into keeping Sophia for a night, and they'd gone to dinner together. Straight from dinner, and with just enough time to spare to get there and get parked, Daryl had driven them to the drive-in movie.
The whole thing had been a surprise to Carol, and she hadn't even tried to hide her excitement. She'd been practically bouncing in her seat when they'd first gotten parked, and she'd thanked Daryl profusely and showered him in kisses when he'd returned from bringing them popcorn and sodas from the little stand where they sold the food.
The drive-in movie theater was exciting. Sitting in their car, watching a movie and eating popcorn together at night was exciting. Being alone while being somewhat surrounded by people was exciting.
The movie that they'd chosen to show that night, however, wasn't exciting in the least.
It wasn't too long until they'd abandoned any pretense of watching the movie. Carol leaned with her head against Daryl's shoulder, and they munched at popcorn while they simply enjoyed each other's company.
"This ain't a real good movie," Daryl offered.
"Maybe it's the only one they could get," Carol mused. "Maybe they have like—special movies, and maybe they're really limited with what they can show."
"They oughta see if they can't get somethin' better," Daryl said. "I'm sorry—I thought it'd be good a date."
Carol hummed at him.
"The date is good, Daryl, even if the movie's bad. We've got a sitter. And I like snuggling with you like this."
Daryl smiled to himself.
"I like spendin' time with you however we do it," he said. "You know—part of the whole drive-in movie experience is the neckin'."
Carol sat up a little and smirked at him. It was dark, and the only thing that made it possible to see her at all were the flashes of light from the movie projectors.
"Yeah?" She asked. "You wanna make out with me?"
"Maybe a little bit," Daryl said. "I never did anything like that—you know? Makin' out in movie theaters."
"This isn't exactly a movie theater," Carol offered.
"Lot more private," Daryl said. "Whatta you say? Come on over here and—give me a kiss?"
Carol smiled, but she did come to give him the kiss he requested. Daryl slipped his hand around to the back of her neck and massaged her neck as he kissed her. She kissed him, stopping only once to declare that she was pretty sure she'd kicked the popcorn over in the foot. The kisses had been so good, though, that Daryl couldn't hardly stand the thought of them being done. He could vacuum the truck anytime.
"Leave it," he insisted, catching her face and turning it back to him so that they could continue kissing.
Admittedly, the kissing got good to him. It got so good, that before he knew it, and almost out of instinct, one of his hands had found its way to Carol's knee, and it had worked her dress up enough to get his hand against the warm, soft skin of her thigh. Daryl squeezed her thigh and she gasped into his mouth.
"We can't," she said, pulling her mouth away from his. It was dark, but he didn't need to see her too well to know she was turned on. He could practically feel it.
"I think we can," Daryl offered.
"We're in public, Daryl," Carol said.
"So? We're in the truck. Ain't nobody payin' us no attention. It ain't like they can see us, Carol."
"We're still in public. There's another car right over there," Carol said.
"People do this all the time," Daryl said. "It's—it's part of the whole experience. I bet you any amount of money there's fifteen or twenty couples out here that's already on their second round."
Carol hesitated a moment and Daryl caught her face. He started the kissing back up. He didn't want to give her too much time to let things cool down. He had a pretty good feeling that he could win her over to his thinking if he didn't give her too much time to cool down. Her motor was, very clearly, already running.
When he dared, he returned his hand to the leg that he'd already somewhat cleared of her skirt. This time, feeling along her thigh, he went a little further up before he massaged her skin. She panted into his mouth before pulling away entirely from the kisses.
"I don't know," she said. "What if someone sees us?"
"Let 'em see us," Daryl said. "Maybe we'll teach 'em a thing or two."
"We're too old to be behaving like this," she said, laughing to herself. Her breathing was a little ragged. Her voice was a little husky. Her arousal was unquestionable.
Daryl kissed her again, softly this time, and she lingered, clearly enjoying the kiss. The moan of pleasure that followed it made Daryl's dick harder than any of the earlier making out had. He massaged her breast through her dress and she put her hand over his and held it there, requesting more. He was happy to oblige her.
"You know," he said, his lips hovering just in front of hers, "we been tryin' a while. And there's more babies was conceived at these drive-in movies than just about anywhere else back in the day. This might be just what the hell we need. Leave here with more'n a parkin' pass to remember the night—whatta you say? Make a lil' Dixon with me?"
"I want to," Carol said.
"I know you do," Daryl said. "I want to."
"But how? So we don't get caught?"
"We ain't gonna get caught. Here—lemme just—scooch over. Get us a lil' more room to move so the steerin' wheel ain't in the damn way. There…now…just lemme get my damn pants down." Carol's hand wrapped around him and her mouth came back to him. She stroked him and he tugged at her hair—just hard enough for her to like it. He never pulled too hard—not enough to remind her of the asshole who abused her before Daryl had the good damn luck to make her his wife. "Don't'cha do that too much," Daryl said. "You OK? You—wantin' me?"
"I always want you," Carol said softly.
"You just—get rid of your panties. You ain't gotta come outta nothin' else." Carol did wrestle out of her panties. They went into the foot, probably somewhere among the toppled popcorn. Daryl slipped his hand between her legs and she moaned in pleasure as he stroked her. He'd been right. Her motor had already been running, and it didn't take much to get her sloppy wet. Daryl found her clit and rubbed it enough to have her rocking her hips as much as her position would allow. "Come on," he directed. "Throw your leg over me, Sweetheart. Ease down on me."
Daryl helped her get situated, and Carol did as she was told. As soon as he was fully inside her, Daryl closed his eyes to enjoy the feeling of her. Holding onto her, he thrust into her as she did her best to ride him, her fingertips digging into his shoulders.
It was good. It was real damn good.
It was so damn good that Daryl forgot that they were in the middle of a field with a bunch of other cars around them, and that they were expected to be simply watching a movie.
He remembered it all, though, very suddenly, when a bright light hit him from the side like a UFO dropping down to abduct them both. Carol must have remembered, at the same moment that Daryl did, where they were and what they were doing. When the guard holding the flashlight knocked on the passenger-side window that, at this point, was almost right next to Daryl, Carol's whole body tensed and Daryl was fairly certain that her pussy just about choked the life out of his dick.
It didn't take long to lose an erection when you were surprised and thoroughly embarrassed.
"Fuck," Daryl spat.
"Shit," Carol added. "Shit. Shit."
They couldn't very well pretend that they weren't doing what they were doing. They were caught red-handed, and the guard was holding the light on them. The most they had going for them, at the moment, was that Carol's skirt was flowing enough that it hid everything, really, from the guard's view.
Daryl leaned and rolled the window down.
"What—seems to be the problem?" He asked, practically choking on his own words. His wife was sitting across his lap. Though his dick had done its best to go into hiding, he could still feel the warm wetness of her pussy against him. The guard, no doubt, could smell the sex as he leaned into the rolled-down window.
"We don't allow this kind of behavior here," the guard said calmly. "You'll have to either watch the movie or leave."
Daryl was at least thankful that the man didn't seem interested in making a big production of things. There was no need to protest.
"Yes, sir," Daryl offered. "Thank you. We was—just leavin'."
"I thought maybe you were," the guard said. He didn't seem too want to be rough on them. In fact, Daryl could quickly tell that the man was amused. "I'd tell you to have a good night," the guard added, "but I can see you already are."
"Thanks, Officer," Daryl offered with a laugh. "We're—uh—gettin' outta here now."
The guard tipped his head at them and backed away. Daryl rolled up the window and helped Carol off of him. She rearranged her dress and got comfortably buckled into her seat. Daryl got his pants up, moved back to his seat, buckled up, and started the truck.
Neither of them spoke until they'd pulled out of the field and back onto the little country road that connected the drive-in theater to the main highway headed back to town.
"I can't believe we got caught," Daryl said, laughing to himself. "Fuckin' in the drive-in."
"I can't believe we didn't get to finish," Carol said.
Daryl laughed to himself.
"You sore about that?" Daryl asked.
"What if you're right, Daryl? What if—tonight's the night that it was all going to work and we were going to get our baby? And we didn't get to finish."
Daryl laughed to himself. He reached his hand over and rested it on her thigh. He rubbed her leg with his fingertips.
"Don't worry," Daryl said. "If it's that important to you, and you think tonight might be our night? I promise we'll finish when we get home."
"Promise?" Carol asked, her voice shaking slightly with amusement.
"Absolutely," Daryl said. "Two or three times, just for good measure—to make sure the baby takes extra good. Merle and Andrea's got Sophia all night—so I can guarantee you that, this time? We ain't gonna get caught."