This is my first attempt at a drabble (although I think I've broken the word count?). I tried to write this as a complete story but couldn't manage it and in the end I just wanted to put the idea out there to share the feeeeeeeeeeels!
If anyone wants to flesh it out I'd love to read how you think it would go - if you credit me I will squeeee!
Thanks for reading - I don't own the walking dead or anything at all.
They make out.
Daryl is so overwhelmed by the sensations he can't breathe properly. Throughout, he beseeches her "Please" and "M'sorry" but won't let go of her wrist as he bends double trying to survive the onslaught of emotion.
Every time he tries to touch her or she touches him he starts hyperventilating, but Carol calms and reassures him. She recognises the signs of a panic attack and talks Daryl through it, getting him to breathe deeply and calm his heart rate.
"We don't have to..." she soothes.
"Want to" he replies.
Eventually he calms and they take things slowly, agreeing what will happen before they do anything.
They have a lot of whispered conversations along the lines of "I'm going to kiss you with my tongue" and "Can I slide my hand down your pants?"