AN: Leave a comment if you want this to be a multi-chapter! I will only do so if I gain enough comments. C: also, leave me your prompts in the ask box! I will take prompts from detailed to words to quotes- whatever your heart desires. I will post periodically in the Caryl tag.
His fingers traced over her skin in the dark, absently humming a tune to her while she dozed. He traced patterns into her skin, a comforting gesture, until she started purring like a cat even though half-asleep. "It's Christmas tomorrow."
"Mhm."
"You okay?"
Carol nuzzled into his side for warmth, nipping his earlobe affectionately and wrapping an arm around his waist. Her breath tickled his ear, whispering, "Yes, but if you don't go to sleep, you might not get any presents tomorrow."
Daryl grumbled but complied, not going to argue against the promise of something interesting. They had been having to share a bed for a while now in Alexandria.
It was going to be a long night.
Everybody was having a good time. They had organized a little Christmas party among the group and even a Secret Santa. Maggie and Glenn had even located some alcohol for the occasion, commenting the eggnog had gone stale a long time ago; Glenn was a little green, so it was easy to assume he had had a taste of the eggnog.
Daryl had given Michonne a new sheath for her katana because it was in desperate need of one; it had begun to wear out after some unknown amount of time and Daryl had happened to stumble upon an empty one nearby. Some stupid idiot had only taken the sword, he could only assume. He had helped himself to a little of the alcohol and he was in a reasonably good mood- and reasonably shitfaced wasted. Carol had left him a note on the bottle he had picked up, presumably set aside for him because the note had read:
"Daryl,
Meet me under the mistletoe.
Carol xx"
At first, he was confused about where he would find the mistletoe, partially due to his alcohol intake, but he had remembered they had hung up a little bit of it in the doorway to Rick's house because Judith had seemed rather entertained by it, squealing and giggling and clapping her hands when Rick had been holding it and asking Maggie where he should put it, Daryl smirked a little; she was up to something.
When he arrived, he was surprised to find her dressed up quite neatly in a dress either Michonne or Maggie must have found for her at some point. Smiling warmly at him, she stepped forward and pulled him under the leafy plant, kissing him with fierce passion, pushing her tongue past his lips. He submitted to her easily, opening his mouth to her and battling her tongue for dominance, eventually forcing hers back into her mouth and exploring triumphantly, his fingers finding her waist and curling tightly in the fabric. She giggled when he growled as she pulled back, shyly putting her hand behind her back. It was the first Christmas they were actually all at peace and had time to relax.
"Was the dress a gift?"
"Yes. Do you like it?"
She did a little spin for him, causing it to wave and he practically drooled at the sight, only managing to say huskily, "Yes."
Carol giggled, her cheeks pink from a little alcohol herself. She stepped forward, suggestively tugging one of the buttons on his shirt and his breath hitched a little. "Have you gotten your gift yet?"
Daryl just shook his head, partially too focused on what she was doing with her hands, looking down at the dress curiously. He licked his lips, mentally calculating where the zipper was just in case.
"Good, because I'm your Secret Santa." She smiled slyly; God, what a temptress, and he was damn enchanted by her. This was already one Hell of a Christmas.
He swallowed hard when her hands smoothed down his chest. "Oh?"
"Mhm," Carol replied, wiggling her eyebrows and pushing him up against the doorframe, giving him another passionate kiss. "And you get to take me home and do whatever you want."
Daryl turned even redder, grabbing her waist and kissing her again, grabbing her wrist and starting to lead her away. He stopped when she turned him back to her, putting her hands on his face. She smiled at him, whispering, "You're worth more than anything to me."
Daryl softened, nodding and nuzzling her, deciding since it was Christmas she deserved to hear the words again like she deserved every day. "I love you more than my fucking life."
He pulled her toward the house as quickly as he could, causing her to stumble a little but laugh all the way.
It was a damn good Christmas.
You're a one of a one
A one of a kind
That you only find once in a lifetime
Made to fit like a fingerprint
A code that clicks open a gold mine
They say one man's trash is another man's treasure
When I found you, it was all pitter-patter
Secretly, I hit the lottery
'Cause you're brighter than all of the Northern Lights
You speak to me, even in my dreams
Wouldn't let you go for even the highest price
They say one man's trash is another girl's treasure
So if it's up to me, I'm gonna keep you forever
'Cause I understand you, we see eye to eye
Like a double rainbow in the sky
And wherever you go, so will I
'Cause a double rainbow is hard to find
Was a phenomenon when you came along
Yeah, our chemistry was more than science
It was deafening, loud like lightning, it was striking
You couldn't deny it
They say one man's trash is another man's treasure
The two of us together, make everything glitter
'Cause I understand you, we see eye to eye
Like a double rainbow in the sky
And wherever you go, so will I
'Cause a double rainbow is hard to find
To the bottom of the sea, I'd go to find you
Climb the highest peak to be right beside you
Every step I take, I'm keeping you in mind
'Cause I understand you, we see eye to eye
Like a double rainbow in the sky
And wherever you go, so will I
'Cause a double rainbow is hard to find