Well I said I might make another chapter tonight and so I did. I read a little and got inspired. Thank you everyone for reading my fanfic. Enjoy!
Carl had almost fallen asleep next to Aaron's garage but snapped out of it. He ran back to the medic house and snuck back inside, peaking at Denise to make sure she was still asleep before quietly getting back into the bed. He soon fell asleep.
When he woke up again it was already 10:00am although he felt like he didn't get any sleep. He had been dreaming of Daryl again, nightmares almost. Carl worried about Daryl when he went out of the compound with Aaron. Would he come back? He always believed that he would, he was a strong man. Daryl had been beaten senseless and still through punches, surrounded by walkers and still made it out without a bite.
It had been a few days now. Carl was healed up pretty well besides a small scar on his temple which was covered by his hair. Daryl was still out with Aaron which made Carl anxious. He didn't know what was going on, if he was hurt and needed help, if he was captured, if he was dead or even the walking dead.
Carl had a few sleepless nights, his friends noticed the worry in him and asked him if he was alright but he just smiled at them and said he was just worried about Daryl, which everyone was.
It has been a whole 7 days since he had seen Daryl last. His heart was beginning to ache, different scenarios were running through his head. He still had faith in Daryl that he would make it back. The sun was starting to set, the warm breeze caressing Carl's face as he sat in front of the pond in the middle of the compound. He was alone most days now, Ron didn't want to be his friend anymore after his dad was banished. Ron blamed Carl for what happened even though he knew it wasn't his fault.
There was a familiar sound rippling through the air, the sound of a loud motor. Carl felt his heart skip a beat, he jumped up so quick he almost fell into the pond. He listened hard, was it just his imagination? No, there it was. The sound of a motorcycle. It had to be Daryl.
Carl ran as fast as he could to the gate, then hid behind a bush nearby as he did when Daryl would go out sometimes. There was chatter and some happy clapping from Glenn who was guarding the gate this time.
Glenn quickly opened the gate. Carl saw Daryl slowly make his way in with Aaron in the car behind him. They went straight to Aaron's house to put the vehicles away. Carl breathed a sigh of relief and laid down on the ground below him to look up at the clouds. They were dark orange and pink, it relaxed him. He hadn't slept well for the past 7 days worrying about Daryl, he soon passed out from exhaustion next to the bush.
"Hey, kid. What do you think yer doin'? Wake up," It sounded like Daryl, like he was sitting next to him.
Carl opened his eyes, he saw Daryl kneeling next to him in the grass which startled him. He shot up quickly and jumped to his feet.
"Daryl! I was tired.. I just look a nap," He realized how odd that sounded, sleeping outside next to a bush.
"Yeah, I can see that," Daryl smirked and stood up, rustling Carl's hair a little, "You want to come over for a bit?" Daryl really wanted to spend some time with Carl after being away from him for a week. He missed seeing him and had a lot of time to think about his feelings while he was out with Aaron.
Carl looked down at the ground, his eyes wide and his cheeks burning, "I would like that, I mean if it's okay."
With that response, Daryl put his arm around Carl's shoulders and started walking with him back to the house, "What's been goin' on while I ain't been here? Anythin' good? Did ya miss me?"
Carl felt butterflies in his stomach when he felt Daryl holding him close like this as they walked and then blushed at the last question, "Yes…" He said in almost a whisper.
When they got to the house they went to the backyard and Daryl started a small pit fire. Carl sat down on a lawn chair and Daryl did the same once the fire was going.
"Hey. I got you somethin' while I was out there," Daryl leaned forward and reached into his back pocket, taking out a nice size hunting knife and handing it to Carl.
"Wow, you got this for me? This is amazing, thank you Daryl!" Carl couldn't contain his excitement.
Daryl nodded, standing up and walking towards the backdoor of the house, "You want somethin' ta drink, kid?"
Carl's excitement faded quickly when he heard the word 'kid' again. He shook his head and sighed. Daryl walked into the house and shortly came out with a cup in his hand, sitting back down in front of the fire.
Carl didn't know if he would ever be seen as anything but a kid to Daryl. He had known him for a few years now. He gritted his teeth and looked over at Daryl then closed his eyes tightly, "I… I like you!" Carl blurted out.
Daryl was taking a drink at that moment. His eyes widened and he choked on his drink, leaning over and coughing, trying to catch his breath. Did he just hear him right? This was something so unexpected that Daryl didn't know what to say. If he told Carl he liked him too and Rick found out, he would be a dead man. Not only is Carl a minor but a boy and also his best friend's son.
Carl felt his mind go blank for a minute until he realized what he had just said. He opened his eyes to see Daryl coughing and looking down at the ground with a look of what looked like horror on his face. He fucked up, he said something he shouldn't have and now Daryl is never going to talk to him again. He stood up quickly and started walking away "I have to… go home, I'm sorry. Please forget what I just said."
Daryl snapped out of it and cleared his throat, looking over at Carl to see him leaving. He wasn't going to get away that easily. He jumped up and ran at carl, grabbing his arm and pulling him back, "Forget what you said? Why? Did you not mean it?"
Carl looked at his wrist being held by Daryl, then looked up at him, "I did mean it but I don't want you to hate me, now let me go," Carl pushed Daryl away and pulled his wrist away, turning away again and walking to the side of the house.
Daryl growled slightly and narrowed his eyes, chasing after him, "Hey!" He yelled, grabbing Carl by the shoulders and pushing him against the house, then put both hand on either side of Carl, "Listen to me, damnit! I like you too, shit. I can't believe this."
He could see Carl trembling and looking up at him, he looked so innocent, so cute, so inviting. He wanted to protect him. Daryl couldn't wait for Carl's response, he wanted what he wanted and leaned in, pressing his lips against Carl's soft lips.
Carl's eyes widened. Was this really happening right now? This was like one of his dreams but it felt so real. Daryl's lips were on his, he was being kissed by him and was confessed to. He felt his body almost go limp, leaning into the kiss slightly. He closed his eyes and brought his arms up to wrap them around Daryl's shoulders to hold himself up.
Daryl felt that his kiss wasn't being resisted so he broke the kiss suddenly, picking Carl up and carrying him in through the back door of his house so they wouldn't be seen. He didn't want anyone to interrupt them either. Daryl carried Carl up to his room and laid him on the bed, when he looked down at Carl he lost all control. Carl was laying there, red in the face with concern in his eyes. He was too adorable and Daryl couldn't take it. He leant down and started kissing Carl again, slipping his tongue into his mouth now, moving his hand over Carl's chest to pull his shirt up a little. He moved Carl's legs so they were on either side of him and moved his hips up to grind against him a little, clearly horny.
Carl's eyes widened, tears welling up in his eyes a little, pushing Daryl away slightly, he broke the kiss and panted, "D-Daryl…. Stop. Please…" He begged. He was scared and he didn't know if Daryl could hear him or see him. He was like a dog in heat.
But Daryl did hear him. It was like something snapped inside of him and he looked down at Carl's tears and what he had been doing. It made him angry that he would just take advantage of Carl like this, he was acting like the other men who tried to rape him.
"Carl, damnit. I'm sorry. I don't know what came over me…" He sat back, then laid down on his back to look up at the ceiling, "Damnit, I'm such an asshole."
Carl wiped the tears from his eyes and sat up, looking down at Daryl, "You're not an asshole, Daryl. I like you… I want to do these things with you but I've never done them before and I'm scared. Could we… go slower?"
Daryl loved how understanding Carl could be, it made him feel a little better to hear those words. He nodded, grabbing Carl's wrist, pulling him down to lay in the bed with him.
Well that's it for now. I hope you liked the little bit of lust in this chapter. More mature things to come later. It'll get to that point eventually don't worry. It makes me happy that so many people read my story. Thanks guys!