So, I know this may have been done a couple times already but this idea popped in my head the other day when I saw a picture of Daryl looking at Karen in that truck. I wrote this in like 2 hours, so I apologize in advance for any mistakes. I tried to catch all that I could. I don't know how well this is, but I hope some of you like this and let me know what you think. And sorry the title kind of sucks, but it was a real bitch to think of one!
This is also the first time I have posted a one-shot, not my first one-shot though. I actually have one that's just chilling in my documents that I'm debating on putting up, but I'm not sure. Well, anyways. Enough of my ramblings. Read on!
Fuck. He couldn't shake her! Everywhere he turned, there she was smiling at him and offering to keep him company. Sure, she was pretty and young, but she wasn't his type. Hell, he didn't even know if he had a fuckin' type. All he knew that he wasn't interested in her.
"Do you want me to get you a drink or something? You must be hot up here."
He suppressed a groan when he heard her voice behind him. The guard tower was supposed to be his sanctuary, a place where he could be alone. Everyone knew when he went up there not to bother him.
Excpet for Carol. She was the only one he let keep him company when he was up there. Sometimes, she was the only company he could stand.
" 'm fine." He grunted, hoping she would take the hint that he didn't want to be bothered and leave.
No such luck.
Her footsteps came closer and soon she was beside him, smiling. "I'll keep you company then." she adjusted the strap of the assault rifle on her back. Rick had issued her one when she had expressed interests in watch duty.
"So, is this what you guys do all day? Stand up here and watch those things gather around the fences." She looked at him, hoping to get some eye contact. There was going to be none. He barely gave it to people he actually liked, let alone to strangers.
"Yeah, unless they gather too much in one spot. Then we take 'em out, quietly. Ain't no sense in wastin' ammo." He figured he entertain her by answering.
"Ah, I see." She shuffled closer to him. Close enough to brush his arm. "Do you ever get lonely?"
"Wha'?" He took a step back. What the fuck was this woman getting at? She didn't know him and he sure as hell didn't know her.
"Up here." She continued, still smiling at him and unfazed by the look he was giving her. "I always see you up here by yourself."
Hell, she always saw him everywhere. He wouldn't be surprised if she knew every time he took a piss. Just because him and Rick didn't leave her to die in that truck didn't mean she could just follow him around like a lost puppy.
Plus, he hadn't seen her following Rick all over the Goddamn prison. Lucky motherfucker.
It wasn't that she was bad to be around. All his life he had been use to nobody wanting to be near him, such was the curse of being born a Dixon, and having her constantly near him made him uneasy and uncomfortable.
Carol, and sometimes Rick, were the only ones he allowed to get near enough to touch and that had taken months to get use to. He wasn't going to let some stranger invade his space, after just knowing her for two days.
She was still looking at him, waiting for an answer.
"Naw. I like bein' alone." He tried to give her a pointed look before he turned his back on her and looked out at the yard.
The door to the tower creaked open and the pair looked to see who it was. Rick poked his head around the door and focused on Karen, relief in his eyes.
"There you are, Karen. Jane's been asking for you." Jane was one of the older survivors of the remaining Woodbury residents.
"Oh okay. I'll be right there." She turned to Daryl. "See you later." Then without another word, she left the guard tower. Daryl breathed a sigh of relief that didn't go missed by Rick.
Rick walked up to him and placed a hand on his shoulder. "Everything okay, man? Looks like you got yourself an admirer."
"I know and 'm fine." He stalked off then to search for Carol. Maybe she could help.
He found her in the laundry room they had cleared out only a few days earlier, up to her elbows in sudsy water. She was alone and smiled when he walked in, closing the door behind him.
"Did you come up here to help me?" She smirked, wringing out a shirt and then hanging it up to dry.
"I think ya can handle it yerself." He teased and hopped on one of the unused washers.
"Well, did you come in here for a reason or are you planning on just keeping me company." Her back was to him now as she dumped the tub of sudsy water down the sink.
"I need ya help." Chewing on his thumbnail, he looked over at her. Making eye contact with her briefly, before his eyes skirted away.
"Really?" Wiped her hands on a nearby towel and went to stand in front of him, a teasing glint in her eyes. "Daryl Dixon, needs my help? I never thought I'd see the day."
He glared at her half-heartedly, not really mad at her. "Tha' Woodbury chick keeps followin' me around."
Carol tilted her head to the side, a small frown on her face. "Who?"
"Oh." She smiled and patted his leg. "I think she likes you."
Crossing his arms, he turned his head and didn't look at her. "Well, I don' like her."
"And why not?" She jumped onto the washer next to his and nudged his shoulder with her own. "She's pretty."
"So? Jus' cuz she's pretty doesn't mean I gotta like her. I barely know her."
"Well, you could always get to know her."
"Woman," He growled, swiveling his head to look at her, eyes squinting. Was she really telling him to get with that woman? "I don' like her and I don' wanna get to know her. So are ya gonna help me or not?"
"Hmm." She held her chin in thought, then her face brightened. "I think I have an idea."
Two hours later, Carol was holding Judith and gently cooing at her. Daryl began to wonder that she had been messing with him when she said she had an idea. She hadn't said one word about it since.
He sat on the top stair of the staircase that led to the second floor of their cellblock. Surprisingly, no one else was in the block. It was just him, Carol and baby Judith. Everyone else was outside enjoying the nice weather before it started to get cold.
He groaned when he heard the unmistakable voice of Karen. So much for trying to avoid her...again. It would be only a matter of moments before she walked into the cellblock and saw him sitting there. Maybe there was still some time to hide in his cell and he hopped up to do just that.
"Daryl." Carol called for him now, setting Judith back in her makeshift crib. "Come here."
He did what he was told and found himself standing in front of her. She surprised him by grabbing his hand and moving it until it rested on her hip. Her other hand curled around his neck and her body was pressed against his. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Karen enter the block, but paid her no mind and focused on Carol instead.
"Play along." She whispered, before she crushed her lips on his.
A shock went through his body at the contact and he was momentarily paralyzed, eyes opened wide. Finally, he figured he should start playing along and started kissing Carol back.
It was just a simple kiss, but he found himself enjoying it and when Carol pulled away, he instantly missed the feeling of her lips on his. He briefly thought about chasing her lips with his, but then she looked up at him and winked, then turned to Karen, who was standing as still as a statue and with eyes fixated on the couple.
"Did you need something, Karen?" She pulled Daryl slightly closer.
The woman came to life then, taking steps backwards. "Uh, no. I just...I was just looking for Daryl...but he's with you, so I'm just going to..." She retreated.
Carol patted his cheek lightly and with a smile, after they watched the woman leave. "You're welcome, Dixon." Then she turned to pick up Judith once again.
He remained standing there and watched the woman, the amazing woman, in front of him.
His lips still tingled from their kiss, his tongue darted out, and he discreetly licked his lips. He could still taste her. He found himself wanting to do it all over again.
It was dark by the time Carol made it back to her cell, exhausted. She was about to shed her shirt and exchange it for the longer one she wore at night, when someone grabbed her arm and she collided with a strong chest.
Fear coursed through her, but soon disappeared when she saw that it was Daryl's face that loomed above her.
"Daryl, what are you doing?"
He didn't answer and instead pulled her closer with a hand on her waist. His other hand came up and stroked her cheek.
"K-Karen's not around." Butterflies began to flutter in her stomach as she started to slowly realize what was happening.
He smirked. "I know."
Then his lips covered hers.
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