Prompt: Daryl admits he's never had a first kiss and carol gives him a memorable one❤❤
A/N: I’m back! Sorry about not posting for a while. Been crazy with moving and stuff.
An AU prompt! Teen Caryl (age like 17/18?), I hope y’all like it.
They’d been best friends since…well since forever. So it surprised Carol when she’d found out Daryl had never had his first kiss. It seemed silly that she’d been surprised, the duo knew absolutely everything about one another, but it still caught her off guard as surprising. She’d presumed it had happened a long time ago, just like it had for her.
She supposed she found it so surprising because it was no lie that Daryl was broodingly handsome. Yeah, he may have a cold exterior to most barring her, but it didn’t make him any less attractive. Puberty had hit him well and truly over the past few years, his lean frame becoming more bulked out and muscular. His dirty blonde hair grew out so it just covered his eyes, adding to his mysterious bad boy look that he’d grown so fond of. His facial features became more defined, a striking angular jaw, chiselled cheek bones and devastating blue eyes.
So maybe it was also no lie either that Carol may have found her friend particularly more handsome than she should have. But that was besides the point.
“So you’re telling me that in all those years of those girls fawning over you at school, you never wanted to kiss even one of them?” Carol asked kicking off her shoes, jumping back on her bed, patting the space next to her for Daryl to join her.
Daryl let out scoff, huffing down on the bed next to her. “Hell naw, can’t be assed with the high school girl drama, all the god damn same.”
Carol pouted her lips a little bit at him. “I’m a high school girl.”
Daryl rolled his eyes at his best friend. “Yer different’ve course, ain’t got no drama with ya.”
Carol grinned, lolling her head against his shoulder. “Is it just that? Or is it that you like guys? Because you know I’d always sup-”
“Naw!” Daryl grumbled out loudly, shoving her off his shoulder, no real malice behind his gentle push.
Carol giggled, holding her hands up in defence. “Alright alright! I just wanted to clarify.”
“I ain’t gay,” he muttered with a frown.
“Okay,” Carol said, shimmying herself so she was sat next to his side again, sitting in content silence for a few moments.
“I could give you it.”
Daryl’s gaze fell to her, not understanding what she was implying.
“Ya could give me what?”
“Your first kiss, if you want?” Carol asked, hoping she didn’t sound as eager as she felt.
“Don’t want no pity kiss.”
“It wouldn’t be,” Carol insisted, shuffling up onto her knees so she was facing him. “Just think of it as…a friend helping out a friend, you want to be ready for the next time you do kiss someone, I’d just be helping you out.”
Daryl raised a unconvinced brow at Carol. He knew there was more to this, always was with her. But he cared about her more than anyone in this entire world, he didn’t want to do anything that would jeopardise that.
“Ain’t gon’ change things between us?” The last thing he wanted was for things to be weird between them. In an ideal world she’d be his, but Carol had always been just his friend and when it came to her, he was happy to take anything he got.
Carol felt her heart deflate just a little at his words, he wanted to make sure that they’d still be just friends after this, but his friendship was something she wasn’t ever willing to give up.
“Of course not Daryl, it’s just a kiss, it’s not like we’re going to-”
Daryl cut her off with a strangled noise. “Alright alright, point made.”
Carol smiled at the blush on his cheeks, taking the opportunity to cup his face in her hands.
“So was that a yes?”
Daryl looked up at her nervously through his bangs, it was now or never.
“Yeah,” he grunted, hands finding the dip of her waist, Carol’s skin burning at the contact.
Carol gave a small nod then, tongue flickering out to wet her pink lips before leaning forward, her nose brushing against Daryl’s.
One of her small hands slipped to his jaw, tilting upwards so she had better access to his mouth.
Slowly, she pressed her lips softly against his, feeling him intake a sharp breath, moving her mouth against his, smiling when he began to kiss her back.
Their lips moulded together perfectly, Carol’s nails scraping across the stubble on Daryl’s jaw, gasping in surprise when Daryl let out a low rumble at the action.
What started off as slow and cautious quickly began to unravel. For someone who’d never kissed anyone before Daryl seemed to know exactly what he was doing, his fingers curling into the small of her back.
Carol’s bravery grew, her tongue darting out to trace his open lips, a unexpected moan escaping her when Daryl’s own tongue came out to caress hers. He consumed all of her senses, their tongues dancing together like they’d been doing it for years.
Carol couldn’t help herself when she pushed him back onto her bed, leaning herself over him, her breasts pressed against his chest, feeling his heart beating just as hard as hers. She nipped on his lip, grinning when he growled against her mouth, returning the gesture, tugging at her lower lip with his teeth.
A breathy moan left her, hands running up into his hair the same time she felt his fall to swell of her hips, pulling her in closer to him.
They needed to stop. It was going too far. Her head was screaming at her to stop, her body having other ideas.
He was drinking her in like she was his glass of water in a desert, he was a man parched, insatiable.
Her hands left his hair, sliding down to his neck, his pulse thrumming under her fingertips. She was desperate for air, but not as desperate she was for him. Eventually that burning in her lungs gave out though, sucking softly on his bottom lip before finally drawing back enough so his face was in focus.
His lips were swollen and parted, his breath coming out in small pants, eyes almost black with lust, large hands still enveloping her hips.
Carol pursed her lips in a small line, her body still hovering over him.
She opened her mouth to speak but she couldn’t find the words.
She’d been wrong. Something had changed.