The Walking Dead
100 word prompts
Ratings: T
Word: Nutmeg
Characters: Carol and Daryl
Settings: season 3
She didn't get it. How she felt when Daryl walked into the C block that she noticed his goddamn aroma. It reminded her of the good times, the times of in her aunt's kitchen baking pecans and making pies. Or how she loved to crack a bit of fresh nutmeg on her hot chocolate sipping it on a cold winter's night watching the fire burn. That nutmeg can make her come undone while she grated a bit into her steaming mug of hot chocolate. When Michonne came back from a run with Daryl they had found fresh herbs and nutmeg. Now she knew what it was about him. And how will she deal with her damn sexual desires?
How even after a shower she could still smell the pungent earthy aroma of his male scent. Nothing seemed to work to keep those feelings at a save harbour. Now, she fled the C block to find fresh air once Daryl sat next to her. This for some odd reason amused him a great deal to watch how she bolts for the exit to breath in the fresh air.
Now, he was off the night watch heading back to his cell only he felt her hands pulling him into the darkened space. She places a finger over his hot lips quietening him as her mouth finds that very spot she's been itching to lick for over a month now. She could taste the saltiness of his skin making him smile that goofy smile he saves just for her. Not even stopping her. Instead he pulls her closer pressing himself against her inner thigh. "About time, woman."
"shh. Now take me to bed." She pulls on his shirt and he didn't object.