Days Gone By

A/N: I know I have other prompts lined up, but my sister Kensey had a dream and told it to me and it made for a great smutty fic! :D

Daryl sees Carol eating a popsicle, and the way she's eating it is making him very uncomfortable. Enjoy ;)

McBrideReedusLover.~

Daryl had no idea where the hell the girls found those popsicles. It seemed almost everyone had one. He didn't care much for frozen treats like that.

As he was walking outside, he stopped. Carol was standing a few feet away, and she too, had a popsicle. He stared at her as she took off the plastic wrapping and wrapped it around the small wooden stick. It hadn't really gotten his attention until she put it in her mouth.

He saw her close her eyes as she tasted what he assumed was a cherry flavor. As he was watching her, his face started to flush. Wonder what he tongue could do to me he thought. He shook his head. Where in the hell did that come from? He cursed himself, willing his legs to move, but he stayed standing in that spot, watching her. How could she make something as innocent as eating a popsicle so damn sexy? All his blood was rushing south. He couldn't fucking watch this anymore.

Shifting the front of his pants, he stormed over to her. She held the treat in her right hand and smiled at him. "Hey Daryl."

"The fuck ya eatin' a popsicle for? Ain't there things to be done around here?" He asked, trying to come up with a better excuse.

"It's good." Carol laughed. When he tried to grab it from her, she pulled her hand away. "What is wrong with you Daryl?" She asked, her eyes narrowing. He looked down, trying to hide his now red face.

He could feel her eyes on him. He felt them rake over him, until they rested on the big problem.

"Oh..." Carol covered her mouth, trying not to laugh.

"Ah fuck this." Daryl growled, turning around to storm off.

"Hey, wait!" Carol stopped him. "Do you want some?"

"What?" Daryl was bewildered.

"I said, do you want some?" She waved the popsicle in front of him. Oh, thats what she meant.

"Fine." Daryl muttered. He expected her to hand over the treat, but instead, she put it back in her own mouth. He watched her throw it to the ground. What was she doing? His eyes widened when she stepped into his space. Her lips were on his in a matter of seconds. He had no idea what was happening. Her tongue slipped into his mouth before he had a chance to process what was happening. All he could taste was the cherry flavor of that popsicle, and it was driving him crazy. He groaned, and she pulled away.

Carol didn't say a word as she walked away from him. He watched her, frozen in place. That damn woman was swaying her hips. It wasn't until she disappeared into the prison that he regained control of his legs. He marched after her. There was no way in hell she was getting away with this.

~Days Gone By~

Carol hummed quietly to herself as she entered her cell. She had just kissed Daryl Dixon, and she was damn proud of herself. She laughed to herself as she recalled the whole thing. She had managed to turn him on.

She heard her cell door shut, and she turned around, her hand on her chest. "Jesus christ Daryl!" She glared at him. He had been so quiet, she hadn't heard him enter the room. He didn't say anything. He stalked towards her. She noticed his eyes. There was something animalistic about them. He backed her up against the wall. His lips were inches from hers.

"Just what the hell do ya think ya doin'?" He growled.

"What do you mean?" Carol stared into his eyes.

"Ya know what I mean." Daryl held her gaze. "Ya think ya can just walk away after what ya did?" He leaned in closer. His lips brushed against hers. "Ya wrong about that." And he pressed his lips firmly against hers. She gasped, and he took that opportunity to slip his tongue into her mouth. He kept her against the wall as he pressed himself against her.

Carol could feel his erection pressing against her. She knew where this situation was headed. Neither of them was going to take their time. No, this was purely for the pleasure. She pushed forward, backing him up towards the bunk.

He broke the kiss for a quick moment, just to get settled on the mattress. She was on him in seconds, straddling his lap. She kissed him with a fiery need, and he returned it. He started lifting her shirt, and she pulled away from him, lifting her arms so he could rid her of the fabric.

A low growl emitted from the back of his throat as he stared at her. He grabbed her waist with both hands, holding her in place.

She watched as he leaned forward and began sucking on her nipple through the thin fabric of her black bra. She hissed, her head going back. He smirked up at her, and continued his assault. His hands moved to the clasp, and he swiftly unhooked it. It joined her shirt on the floor.

His tongue glided up the valley between her breasts, sending a shiver down her spine. His mouth found her breast, licking and sucking the hardened peak. She arched her back into his touch, urging him to keep going. When he bit down, she gasped. She heard him chuckle before giving the same attention to her other breast.

Carol pushed him back, and began tugging on his shirt. She got fed up with the buttons, and just tore the shirt off of him. There was an amused look on his face. She placed kisses all along his neck, chest, and stomach. When she reached his jeans, she unzipped them, and pulled them off his legs, taking the boxers with them. She marveled at his impressive length.

Leaning down, she gently licked the tip of his shaft. He groaned, and she repeated the action. She took the head into her mouth, her tongue swirling around him. "Fuck..." He growled, gripping the sheets. Taking him in further, she gently sucked, and he responded by grunting and thrusting his hips into her. She moved her mouth up and down his length, working him.

All Daryl could think about was that damn popsicle. He had wondered what it would be like if she did that to him, and now he knew. He gripped the sheets hard, trying his best to control himself. He failed though when he felt her take him all in. "Fuck Carol!" He grunted, feeling himself lose all control.

His breath was labored as he came down from his high. She was above him now, smirking down at him. She captured his lips, her tongue crashing against his. He could taste himself on her, and god if it wasn't the sexiest fucking thing. He couldn't wait any longer. He needed to be inside her.

"Pants. Off." He growled at her. He watched as she shimmied out of her pants. Then her panties. As soon as the remainder of her clothes were removed, he flipped her so he was over top of her.

He spread her legs apart, and lined himself up with her. He growled as he pushed into her, finding that she was hot, wet and waiting for him. She mewled and squirmed underneath him. He waited for her to adjust to him.

"God, move!" Her voice was laced with desperation as she arched herself into him. He didn't need to be told twice.

He started with slow thrusts, finding a rhythm that worked. She matched each of his thrusts.

"More, please." Carol moaned. He obliged, thrusting into her harder and faster. Her moans were driving him wild. He lifted her legs above his shoulders, trying to get a better angle. She cried out as he thrust deeper into her. He wasn't going to last much longer.

"Carol, I'm gonna..." He groaned. He felt her walls clamp around him. It sent him over the edge. He thrust into her wildly as she rode out her orgasm. He spilled his seed into her, and collapsed onto her.

They were both struggling to catch their breath. Both of them were spent as he rolled off of her, pulling her with him. She rested her head on his chest.

"Fuck woman." Daryl smirked, looking down at her.

"I've never..." Carol said between breaths.

"Me neither." Daryl chuckled. "Me neither."

When their breathing finally returned to normal, they picked up their clothes and got dressed quickly. The others would surely be wondering where they were by now. They smirked at each other before going their separate ways, going to complete the rest of the days tasks.

Daryl knew one thing for certain.

He fucking loved that woman.

A/N: Short and smutty. Everyone loves it. Haha, hope you enjoyed! If you have something you'd like to see, tell me! R&R lovelies!

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