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.
Got several requests for smut! Also, I had a request for Daryl as a virgin only been given ideas and information on sex, and that interests me since the creators haven't decided yet on whether he is c: with his upbringing, I believe it's possible.
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The days at the prison were long and brutal, especially after they began taking in new people. They were hot and heavy in the Summer, but in the beginning, they were struggling to make a home there in the winter.
Nobody knew though hints were dropped, flirts were made, but they never told. He wasn't ready and neither was she, for anyone to know about their relationship, but it happened and they weren't stopping. It had become serious very quickly, and he wasn't sure how it happened, but he could have guessed it started with that first night. He had woken on the perch with a killer back pain, and decided then and there he would have to take a cot the next night.
So, on the second night of the prison, he appeared in her cell. Lori wasn't yet bunking with her because Hershel wanted to keep an eye on her and make sure her condition was alright, at least for another night. He crept up to Carol's cot, touching her, clearing his throat. They had danced around the fact there was something else there for a while, but there was a breaking point and he couldn't deny it. He was ready to stop running the other way. "Psst, hey... Move over."
Carol grumbled but sleepily moved over. Daryl crawled in beside her, muttering, "You were complaining you were cold. Do you mind?" When she just shook her head drowsily, he made himself comfortable, exhaling, putting his arm under his head. She rolled over suddenly, looking up at him. He offered her a small smile, and she leaned up, planting a kiss to his lips. He kissed her back, placing his other hand on her waist. He scooted closer, allowing her arms around his neck, letting her nestle into his warmth. He shifted, tugging his poncho off, about to use it to give her a blanket when she placed her hand on his cheek and leaned in. His breath hitched a little as she whispered, "You said you'd go down first."
He froze a little. His dad had always made crude comments, giving his explicit instructions that had grossed him out as a child, stuff about his mother. Merle, later in life, had always been one to reel in the girls. He'd hear it at night, have to listen to him talk about it in the morning. He had a vague idea of how it worked, but he was inexperienced, still a virgin, never learning the way. He understood the concept, just never committed the action. After a long moment of silence, he mumbled, "I, um... I don't know how. I-I mean, I've never..."
"I know." He met her eyes, a little surprised. "It's okay..." She stroked his growing hair, and he sniffed, nuzzling into her touch, clearly enjoying the attention. They fell into silence again for several moments before she said abruptly, "Only if you're ready."
"I can try..."
He shifted so he was on top of her, kissing her lips again. He trailed his lips down slowly, his fingers working away her clothes as he went, the slightest movement seeking permission. He threw her bra aside, pulling off the rest of her clothes. Sitting back, he admired her body for a moment, touching her full breasts tentatively and then her scars along her stomach from her ex. He burned with anger for a moment before trailing his fingers to her core. Meeting her eyes, he whispered, "You're beautiful," lowering himself to kiss his way down her body. When he reached her pussy, his nostrils flared a little at the sweet scent. His eyes never left hers, slowly pushing her legs apart.
She smiled and nodded to him reassuringly. Taking a deep breath, he focused, gripping her thighs and slipping his tongue inside her, beginning to work it. He pumped and wiggled it, lapped at her, and she soon began to moan and grip his hair, pulling him closer, to which he eagerly obliged. His tongue was a work of art, some kind of amazing natural talent, easy to observe from the way he licked his fingers after he ate his food. He snuffed a bit when some of her wetness trickled up his nose. He could feel her building up, felt her body squirm for him, and curiously nipped at her clit. This sent her over the edge, and he couldn't help but moan when she came in his mouth. He could feel some of it trickle down and get caught in his stubble.
Carol grabbed his arms, gently pulling him up, kissing him. He wrapped his tongue around hers, her taste on his tongue, smiling against her lips triumphantly. He felt her hands work and undoing the buttons on his shirt, pushing it off. He stiffened faintly at her hands on his scars but then allowed it, letting her in, tearing down his walls. "There's no going back," Daryl whispered, "And I love you."
"I love you," Carol repeated, "We only have the present."
"You'll be mine. I won't back down. I won't let you go. Once it's serious, it's serious."
"I'm with you," Carol said firmly, kissing his cheek, "I've always been with you."
Daryl nodded a little, allowing her to undo his belt and pull it free. She unzipped his jeans and yanked them down with his boxers. He kicked them away, meeting her eyes. She smiled reassuringly, gripping his length in her hand, feeling him up, provoking a soft whimper. She grinned slyly when she felt his dick throb in her hand needily, guiding him to her entrance. Looping her legs around his hips encouragingly, she pressed her heels into his ass a little, whispering, "Go on."
Daryl glanced at her nervously before nodding, thrusting his hips and pushing inside her completely. He groaned when her walls quivered and gripped him, panting softly. She ran her fingers through his hair, pulling him down. He obliged, kissing her and beginning a slow, steady pace, their skin slapping together softly. He bit her neck, sucking a hickey into it, listening to her moans as he followed his instinct, biting and sucking and licking along her neck, collar, and shoulders. When he reached her breasts, he experimentally sucked, encouraged by her fingers in his hair and running down his spine and chest.
Soon, he was rutting into her fast and hard, her cries muffled into his neck as she left marks, his grunts soft in her ear. She was saying his name like a mantra, in a sweet, pleading voice that made his insides melt, "Daryl, Daryl, Daryl..." She cried out louder suddenly, digging her nails into his hips, causing a growl from him. With a final, rough thrust against a sensitive spot he had located, she grabbed at his skin desperately as she came apart under him, writhing, muffling a scream the best she could into his shoulder, fluid drenching him. He groaned, climaxing with her, spilling into her and filling her. She moaned his name appreciatively in his ear, supporting him as he slumped.
He soon wriggled off of her and rolled over, pulling her against him. He paused before tenderly kissing her cheek. She giggled, saying softly, "Not bad... Pretty good. You're a natural, pookie."
He smiled happily, touching her cheek, struggling with himself before responding, "Pookie loves you."
"I love Pookie." She stroked his hair, letting her lay his head on her chest, whispering, "Sleep. You earned it."
They both rested easily for the first time in ages, and his back didn't hurt in the morning. Rick came looking for him to have him help, stopping at the sight, their bodies covered by Daryl's poncho. He smiled to himself, turning to leave, deciding he could sleep in. When Daryl woke up, he was in a surprisingly very upbeat mood throughout the day, walking closer to Carol, and even placing his hands on Lori's growing belly curiously.
Rick deemed he had never seen him so happy. Perhaps he hadn't even been this happy in his whole life.
AN: Happy New Year everyone! Please be safe in 2015.