What Are You Doing?
Beth gasped, running her fingers through Daryl's hair as he kissed his way up her belly, pushing her shirt up until it fell to the ground beside them. She knew they shouldn't be doing this out in the open where anyone could happen upon them. They were just behind the barn for heaven's sake. But when he lifted her and she felt him pressing against her, she couldn't find it in herself to care anymore. At least, not until Carl came walking around the side of the barn. "What are you doing?" he asked, turning his head to the side. Beth gasped and quickly covered her naked breasts; thankful Daryl didn't put her down.
"We're uh…stretching," Daryl answered, looking between her and Carl. Beth was sure her face was a bright red, mortification running through her.
"What kind of stretching is that?"
Daryl looked at Beth for help. "Yoga," she said, saying the first thing that popped into her head. Why couldn't he just leave?
Carl wasn't a stupid kid though, and he was starting to see through their lies. "Wait…if you're stretching, how come Beth is naked?" he asked.
Beth covered her face. This had to be the worst possible thing that could have happened in that moment. Daryl smirked a bit and she had to resist the urge to slap that smirk right off his pretty face. "Go ask your dad," he answered. Beth's eyes widened as she stared at him, mouth agape. Carl shrugged and ran off. "What?"
"I thought we were keeping this a secret."
Daryl shrugged. "He would have told someone eventually."
Beth groaned and covered her face again as Daryl slowly lowered her to the ground, the mood more than ruined. "They're what?" they heard Maggie scream from the house.
Beth looked up at Daryl. "Run. Run fast."