A/N #SteamyShowerScene
S1E6 – TS-19
Daryl sat in a small lounge room with a book and a bottle and listened as everyone around him celebrated. He could hear Carl and Sophia playing in the room next door, for the first time in ages not being shushed for laughing too loud. T-Dog had gone by from his shower whistling and passed Dale headed toward the bathrooms. Daryl tried to read snippets of his book but the external noise was an easy distraction. He was surprised to see a wet-haired Lori walk by his door without Rick in tow. She was going to check in on the kids, "Any good books?" he heard her ask. Daryl had found his book in there, there were plenty of variety for all of them. Back to his reading as things got quiet, he liked the quiet.
Carol knocked at his door and Daryl looked up. "You doing okay?" Her voice was small like it often was. He nodded to her as she let go of Sophia's shoulder and motioned her and Carl to their room a few doors down. Daryl took a swig off the bottle and offered it to her, not that he thought she would take him up on it. She smiled that nervous grin of hers and shook her head, though he could tell she was tempted. "You should try the showers, it was nice." Her short hair was already dry and she had changed into PJ's that belonged to someone who was no longer here. She had enjoyed a hot shower, a chance for normalcy and peace.
"Nah, ya'll might not recognize me when I'm done." He actually hadn't minded the thought of a hot shower but hell if he'd get used to such a luxury just to have it taken from him again.
She giggled a bit and stopped herself short from a full out laugh. "Well, go'night then." She reached for the door handle and raised an eyebrow wondering if she should pull the door closed, almost everyone was headed to sleep. He nodded to her and they both half-smiled as she shut the door. He looked at the closed door for a while. Carol wasn't the same women she was when they first met a few months ago. Then she was beaten down and scared all the time. Not as much scared about the danger that this new world presented as much as she had been scared of the danger that she had shared a tent with every night. Daryl had hated assholes like Ed his whole life, and he had even tried to intervene once but stopped himself as he knew it would do her more harm than good.
When Ed got bit that night and camp, turned and been put down; he knew her life was changed. Daryl had been ready to step up and do the dirty work for her the next day. But she didn't need him to do that. She mutilated Ed for years of abuse, neglect, hate, and more than Daryl would ever know about. He watched her end him in ways Daryl was sure he deserved. He watched her do it and he remembered feeling proud of her for taking her self-respect back. He had always thought she was attractive, but that moment, he saw her differently, she was beautiful to him in ways no one else could see.
Daryl didn't day dream often, he hated to think about shit he would never get to have, things he would never do. He was too grounded in reality for that. But sometimes when the Southern Comfort filtered into his brain he would allow it to wander to places it should never go. They had only been at the CDC for a few hours but a half way decent meal, secure shelter and some genuine laughter had allowed Daryl to drop his defenses. That little smirk of Carols always stuck in his head, there was more to that smile then he knew and he thought he'd like to see it more often. When she asked if he was going to shower, she had that turned up lip. He closed the book and sank into sofa a bit deeper thinking of Carol in the shower.
Florescent lights from above, cold tile below her feet and a warm spray of water on her soft naked skin. Daryl could picture her, facing into the stream of water, letting it flow down from the top of her head, over her eyelids and lips to her shoulders and her breasts till the water followed her hourglass shape to her flaring hips and her long legs. She was not the typical beauty that men fell for. Her hair was too grey for her age and she would always stand behind the women in the group with more curves than her. But Daryl saw her true beauty. He pictured her in the shower, water cascading down the bruises that were still too evident of her last encounter with the living Ed. Her beauty came from her bruises and scars, her beauty was her inner strength. He envisioned her resting her head on the tile wall as the water cascaded down her body, but she wouldn't let herself rest long, she would heed Jenner's request to take it easy on the hot water. She would fill her hand with liquid soap using the same soap in her hair that she would use on her body to be effectual.
Daryl put his lips to the bottle and drank down more than he should have. He closed his eyes as the liquid warmed him from the inside. Now he was naked, standing in the door way of her shower. His yellow plaid shirt on the floor with his dirty jeans behind him. He could picture himself watching her, the bottle still in his hand. Watching her be efficient in the shower as she washed her hair quickly and let the soap glide down her skin, he thought he could feel the spray of the water misting on himself. She rinsed herself starting at her hair and running her hands along her skin stopping at the bruise on her arm, soothing it. Daryl envisioned himself stepping to her, putting his hand on hers soothing the spot with her. Carol freezing at his touch, momentarily scared then realizing that it was not Ed touching her but the man she felt connected to even though they hardly spoke to each other. She removed her hand and let him hold her arm as he pressed his body to her wet skin.
He was hard and she shifted her ass to meet his erection. Neither of them spoke as Daryl reached for the shampoo beyond her shoulder. She watched the water stream off his muscular arm. He drizzled the shampoo right onto her hair and began to wash it for her, not that it needed washing. He wanted to do it, wanted to take care of her. She turned to face him as he did it. He closed his eyes with his fingers still in her hair. She didn't speak she simply turned her head to kiss the forearm that was near her. She could see the little tattoo inside his arm, she had always wanted to kiss it, lick it. She did in the shower.
He opened his eyes when he felt her step into his erection. Now pressed up to her stomach he finished shampooing her hair and tipped her back to put her head under the spray of water and rinse. This position pushed her pelvis too him and Daryl's body reacted. His cock twitched as he fought not to simply lift her up slid her on to himself. When the shampoo was finally gone he pulled her close to him, wrapping his arms around her and gently placing his mouth into the crook in her neck. She sighed when his mouth made contact and she ground her pussy to his hip. He moaned, she felt perfect in his arms. In a world of chaos and death this lithe woman felt like heaven. The water rushed over both of them now, his hair beginning to mat to his skin and he kissed her flesh, warm to his lips he began to suck at her. He wanted to leave a bruise on her, mark that would make her think of nothing but good things when she saw it. Not like the marks Ed had left on her but something special. To help fade away the moments of pain and replace them with enjoyment. She ran her fingers up his back, along is scars he never showed anyone and up to his hair. It had been too long since a woman had touched him this way.
Daryl had always guarded himself, stayed closed off from most people. He always kept his back to the wall and fought even when he didn't need to. But here in this moment he let his guard down, the liquor had gone to his head and he let himself go. Her breasts against his chest made his cock ache to be inside of her and he would be. She would let him. They would be together, even if it was only this once in this shower, deep underground. He brought his mouth to hers and they kissed, water flowing around them they kissed deep. Arms wrapped around each other they kissed, finding peace within their moment together. She moaned into his mouth needing his hands to roam further along her flesh, her nipples were hard and poking against his chest. Daryl slid a hand between their bodies and found her pebbled nipple and rolled it between his fingers. She let out a noise that he wanted to hear again and again.
"Yeah?" He was looking for her approval and her green light to continue on. She nodded at him with her eyes closed. He smiled and brought his mouth to her nipple. Daryl sucked her into his mouth and she let her head fall back. He wanted to please her, to give her pleasure. But the ache in his cock was stronger than his will. He began to move her hips, to line himself up to enter her, she was nodding. She needed this as much as he did.
He edged the tip along her opening, teasing himself and her as he tapped on her clit. She looked at him and that little smirk rose in the corner of her lip. "Please." That small voice of her again. He couldn't deny her, he didn't want to. He held her close with one arm and used his other hand to help find his way into her. She held her breath as he breached inside her and pushed deep. He wanted to go slow, to take her gently but he couldn't. He began to thrust into her and she met each movement. She clung tight to him, lost in ecstasy, kissing at his flesh, tightening her muscles around him. Whimpering out 'yes' as she edged closer to orgasm. He wanted to hold out longer but she felt too good.
"Yes Daryl, cum inside me." Her voice may have been barely audible but the words pushed him over the edge, he stopped holding back his orgasm and it ripped through him and he pushed as deep as he could into her. She wrapped a leg around his hip and held him closing as she came with him. They kissed, connected in this moment. His seed spilled inside her warming them both as they held tight panting together.
Daryl realized his was panting, actually panting. Not just in his day dream but in this little room below ground at the CDC. He had let himself get caught up in this fantasy and he had gotten off without touching himself. He laughed, realizing that he sat there having cum in his pants still holding a bottle of Southern Comfort.
From next door he registered shouting. Lori and Shane were fighting. She sounded panicked and Daryl was ready to go in and help her but then it got quiet. A door slammed and it was quiet. Daryl snorted in relief. Whatever had happened was over and now he could focus on getting himself clean up. He was glad he had decided to put on underwear this morning. He was glad he decided to drink too much.