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Caryl prompt -  14. Why are you naked?

She always was an early riser, thanks to Ed, nowadays though it was good thing, mornings were the only real privacy she got.

Letting the shower run for a few moments while she got underdressed she stepped into the bathtub, allowing the stream of hot water to run down her body. She basked in the heat taking her time to let it work at the muscles that always seemed to ache in her back. Once she was finished she blindly grabbed for her towel only to come up short.

Shit.

Her towel wasn’t in here, in fact it was on the chair in her bedroom. Perfect.

She stood out of the bath and debated her options, no one was awake yet so no chance of getting a towel passed to her. She could put on her clothes but she’d fallen asleep after yesterday’s run without changing so they were covered in blood and grime. Her room was of course the last one furthest from the bathroom, she’d have to run past Tara and Daryl’s room in order to get there, she could make that right? She poked her head out of the bathroom, it was still dark but like hell was she turning on a light and bringing more attention to herself.

Taking a breath she bundled her clothes in her hand before making a stealthy sprint towards her room.

Of course it could have been just that easy though.

“Oomph!”

She’d successfully ploughed down whoever blocked her path, dropping her clothes in the process, falling as well.

Oh god this was a bad predicament to be in…so very very bad.

The fall had left her in the most compromising of positions, her legs now straddling a very dazed looking Daryl, her hands braced on his shoulders, their bodies flush together. His eyes were heavy from sleep as they strained in the darkness, craning his head to look at the idiot that collided into him as he stepped out of his room.

The last thing he was expecting to see was that.

She was so embarrassed that the shock of it had prevented her from moving and it was most definitely not helping that his morning wood was pressing up against her in a way that was flustering her beyond belief.

Daryl’s gawping gaze travelled the length of her once more before the words fell out of his mouth.

“Why are you naked?”

And that was a more than reasonable question, one that Carol could quite find the answer to as she made the mistake of shifting in his lap to try and elevate some of the pressure he was pressing up into her. It made the sensation so much worse. She bit down on her lip the same time he hissed his eyes widening at the heat she was currently radiating from that area.

“I- uh- forgot my towel,” she managed to blurt out still unsure as to why she hadn’t got the fuck off him, feeling the need to explain herself was greater than her need to move off him.

He tried not to look anywhere but her face but even that felt like an invasion of privacy given the current faces she was making as his erection grew harder against her.

“Right,” he said slowly, “ya finished mountin’ me now then?”

This seemed to snap her back into the reality of the situation, she completely stark naked (and still damp at that), sat in Daryl’s lap, nothing between them but the thin layer of his sleep pants, her breasts pressed against him through his white t-shirt.

“Uh yeah- sorry- I just-,” she flung herself up, grasping at the clothes strewn across the floor in a feeble attempt to cover herself.

Daryl remained on the floor, his eyes closed, hand rubbing at his forehead.

Even after he heard her door slam he still stayed there, not feeling ready to move.

He heard the door closest to the bathroom open but he still couldn’t find it in himself to peel himself from the ground.

“The hell you doing Dixon?” Tara asked staring at over at him as she walked towards the bathroom.

He could even give her a response, just grunted hoping she’d get the hint.

“Y’know there’s a perfectly good bed in your room,” she commented before smirking, “or Carol’s for that matter, I’m sure she’d be more than happy to help ya with that tent you’re pitching.”

Daryl felt his face flame as he looked down at his very obvious boner, wrenching himself up he stormed back into his room and locked the door behind him, he wasn’t ready to face the rest of the day yet.

anonymous asked:

Im so mad if only i had been born a few days earlier id be a scorpio and all my big crushes have been on libra girls i want to live the vrisrezi dream but equius does accurately portray how gross and sweaty i am

good thing that the zodiac isnt real and you can project on to any character you want, then

Monday 8:27am
I woke up with you on my mind.
You called me babe last night —
my heart is still pounding.

Tuesday 10:53pm
Today I realized we won’t work.
What we are is hurting her.
And I think she matters more to me than you do.

Wednesday 11:52pm
I broke things off with you today.
She barely said a word.
I’ve never regretted anything more than this.

Thursday 4:03pm
I shouldn’t have sent that message.
You shouldn’t have been so okay with receiving it.

Friday 9:57pm
I almost messaged you today.
I didn’t.

Saturday 8:49pm
I’m walking around town in search of alcohol.
They say that liquor numbs the pain of having a broken heart.
I want to put that to the test.

Sunday 2:32am
I heard you texted a girl you’ve never spoken to before.
I wonder if it’s because you’re trying to replace me.
I can’t help but wish you weren’t.
I thought I was irreplaceable.

—  a week with you on my mind, c.j.n.