this little bit takes place after the meeting with the Governor in S3E13, Arrow on the Doorpost
He felt the tug in his groin almost immediately. Almost as if he'd forgotten just how beautiful she was. It hadn't even been a full day, but he had missed her. And with the tension of the meeting with the Governor and the power play with his bodyguard, Daryl was feeling especially revved up.
It didn't help that Carol was wearing something new. A long lacy vest that drew his eyes downward to her hips. Fuck, he was all desire, and he wanted her so badly. Add to that they might live out the week, and his need magnified.
He wanted to be inside her. He needed to taste her lips and lap at parts covered by that vest. He was growing harder and wouldn't be able to hid it. Best to go up to his cell for a bit.
He started up the stairs and could hear a softer footfall behind him. 'I wouldn't if I were you,' he called behind without turning his head. He couldn't guarantee his level of control if she followed him to his cell.
He entered his cell, took off his gear, and when he turned to sit, she was there, at the door, leaning casual and smiling.
'Why?' she asked calmly.
'Why what?' He responded gruffly, hoping to scare her away.
'Why wouldn't you follow you?' Again, that damn smile.
'Never mind, you're here now,' he huffed.
'I know what you want, you know. I could see, downstairs, just before you bolted. I saw you looking at me too,' she moved from the door and straddled his legs in a movement so swift, he didn't protest.
She placed a hand on each cheek and looked him directly in the eyes. 'It's what I want too.'