AN: so, I have no business doing a one shot with Starlight going and the fact I am miserably stuck on The Outdoor cat but this will only be a couple of parts. Some of my regular readers will know I am not super comfortable with smut. Some lovely new friends on a Facebook group I joined have given me some prompts to help me with that. The first comes from Halohunter89, the second will be from VickiH. I decided to separate them from my Drabble series. This is smut, the smuttiest thing I personally have ever written (gulp) let me know what you think:)

I do not own or profit from The Walking Dead

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"Fuck"

Carol was pretty sure they were going to die in here. She watched Daryl pace in front of the door like a caged animal and it was making her anxiety spike as her claustrophobia reared it's head. They were caged in, trapped. Trapped...she took deep breaths trying not to panic.

They had been working together I the yard, working on moving bodies and useless old cars to clear it out. She and Daryl had just finished moving the vehicles when it happened. The herd struck and Daryl realized the gate was opened. Daryl had run for the gate and she'd followed, screaming out a warning to him as he closed the gate when a walker had almost taken a piece out of his neck. Taking her hand they'd run for the nearest door which had been locked. Daryl had used her gun to blow the lock off. They'd raced down the hall seemingly blocked off at every turn when they had come to a dead end. At the end of the hallway was a doorway with a roll down window beside it. When Daryl had broke open the door she'd realized that it was the Prison commissary. A door inside had been unlocked and they'd quickly gone inside to find a office/ storeroom. With the metal door locked Daryl had pushed the couch in front of it. That had been hours ago and he'd barely spoken since other than to curse while he paced.

It was so hot in the office she could feel the sweat dripping off her neck, running down her chest. Daryl's shirt was plastered with sweat and clung to his body. The pacing wasn't helping either. Carol had already looked through the supplies in the room and found a flat of water and several boxes of canned soda and peanuts. They wouldn't die of thirst for awhile anyway.

Oh god they were going to die in here. Carol thought as she watched Daryl pace and curse.

"Daryl" he ignored her as he paced

"Daryl!" She yelled

His eyes snapped to her, his expression intense. He moved towards her like a lion stalking his prey. She backed up several steps until her back was braced against the wall. He was so close to her she could feel his breath on her skin, his eyes angry as he responded in a steely voice "What?"

She suddenly wanted to laugh, her claustrophobia was gone. He thought she was scared of him.

"I'm not scared of you Daryl" she said biting her lip to control a grin.

He looked angry, really angry, a year ago if Ed had looked at her like that she would have been shaking in her boots, maybe cried. She was absolutely not scared of Daryl, she had no fear of him. She knew without a doubt he would never hurt her. She was incredibly interested to see how far she could push him though. Anything to take her mind off the fact that they were trapped in a room, probably running out of air at that very moment.

"Is that right?" He asked his nose only a breath away from her own. He brought a hand up and scratched his nail along her protruding collar bone along her neck bringing his finger to rest at the hollow of her throat pressing in ever so slightly. He then slid his hand up to cup the back of her neck, controlling the movement of her head. Daryl pressed his body close to hers, molding his body to her own. Carol's breath caught in her throat as he leaned forward and whispered in her ear

"Maybe you should be scared of me..., maybe the reason nothing has happened between us but flirting is cause you wouldn't be able to fucking handle what I really want to do to you...look around, were all alone, ain't nothing stopping me now." He put his hands on her hips splaying his fingers, pulling her hips flushed against his own. She could feel the bulge in his jeans pressing into her stomach. She couldn't breath as she gasped in mouthfuls of air.

He stepped back gauging her reaction,

"Teasing is one thing, but don't fucking push me Carol unless you are ready for me to push back."

He said before stalking to the corner.

Well Carol thought, that was interesting.

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She was beginning to wonder if it was actually possible for the human body to melt. It was so hot in this godforsaken tiny room.

Carol tossed on the tiny couch, the sound of walkers moaning in the hallway the only noise. She was so sweaty she was soon going to adhere to the couch. Daryl was sitting in the corner glaring at her. He hadn't spoken to her since the little incident against the wall. She wasn't really sure what he was angry about, but it was cute. He was pouting. His reaction this morning had been exciting. They had been dancing around whatever was between them for so long, she had started to believe it was all in her mind. Well she hadn't imagine that bulge this morning pressing into her stomach. That rather large impressive bulge.

Between the heat in the room and the heat in her veins she was never going to sleep. Carol briefly wondered about the others if they were doing okay but she clamped those thoughts down. She could do nothing for them, right now trapped in this room,she did not want to sink to the bottom of an ocean of worry. What she wanted she thought, was to push Daryl again to see what reaction she could provoke.

Sitting up she pulled of her soaking wet shirt and tank off. To reveal a modest sports bra underneath. Bending down she kicked her boots and socks of, then leaned back against the couch with both feet planted on the floor, she sighed at the improvement. She felt a little cooler, she thought with her eyes closed. She heard Daryl get up and make his way over to her, and the couch dipped under his weight as he sat down next to her.

Raising her arms above her head she stretched arching her back. Suddenly she felt his hands on her wrists restraining them above her head. Opening her eyes, she looked at him. His eyes were dark, hungry.

"Are you pushing me again Carol?"

She could see the question in his eyes, she knew if she said the word he would release her immediately, so she nodded and answered "Maybe"

Holding on to her wrists above her head, he leaned down and licked her neck, leaving a trail of goosebumps in his wake.

"You're sure about this?" He asked as he slipped her earlobe in between his teeth, rolling his lips over her skin.

"Yes"

The grip he had on her hands tightened for a moment and then he moved up on his knees, his legs on either side of her trapping her below him as he grabbed hold of the bra she was wearing pulling it up over her head, then worked the button of her pants open standing as he peeled them down her body, leaving her in her underwear only. He sat back down, groaning a little as he pulled her up onto his lap so she straddled him. He pulled his own shirt off then eying her in question as he used it to restrain her wrists behind her back. Her chest heaved as he watched her, looking for any hesitation. She wanted this, whatever this was she wanted it, he wouldn't find any hesitation in her eyes.

Spreading his fingers across her back he pulled her body towards him, raising her up onto her knees, so he could take one nipple into his mouth, his tongue licking a slow circle around the tip before his teeth latched on to the bud. Her head flung back as she gasped at the sensation, then he switched to the opposite side to do the same thing, his hands on her back kept her still and in place. His arm suddenly grasped her waist so she was lying across his lap, her head supported by his arm, resting on the side of the couch. Her hands still restrained behind her back.

His index finger began to roam her body, the edge of his nail scratching her skin. He pulled her up so, she was sitting up straight face to face. Carol pulled at her hands, she wanted to touch him, to put her hands on his body. "Daryl, let my hands free" Carol panted out breathless.

He had his face in neck, sucking and licking at it. He released her skin from his mouth with a soft pop "is that what you really want?" He asked softly his voice a low growl.

"I want to touch you too" she responded as his hand slipped into her underwear, groaning as his fingers found her clit, and started to circle it slowly.

"You touch me now, I'll lose control, it will be over before it starts. I wanted this for so long Carol...let me have what I want" he whispered in reply his voice low and gravelly. He slipped two fingers inside her then and pumped his hand repeatedly. Unable to touch him she felt every nerve ending fire, she needed something to grasp onto as she felt her climax rapidly approaching, then he stopped, set her on the couch and hooked his fingers in her underwear as he pulled them off. On his knees in front of her he brought his tongue to her pussy and licked a long swipe, stopping at her clit to tease it with flicks of his tongue, before repeating the same thing again as she screamed out his name. When he slipped his tongue inside of her she lost control and came undone, moaning and whimpering as he continued his movements with his tongue until her body ceased quivering.

Picking her up he brought her to the end of the couch bending her body over the side of the couch. Untying her wrists he messaged her shoulders briefly before running his hands up and down her back. Leaning forward he grunted into her ear "Grab hold of something, we ain't done yet"

"Yes" she said grabbing the couch cushion for support, as he entered her from behind. She never knew it could be like this, she felt stretched in the best way possible as he began pounding into her from behind. He kept one hand on her hip holding her steady, the other he slipped around her body fingering her clit, which had her gasping and ready to come again very quickly. She felt herself let go, as his movements became fierce, as he lost control with a wildness she'd never seen from him before growling her name as he came, then leaning forward pressing his forehead to her back, kissing her skin softly as he caught his breath.

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Carol was dressing later, deciding to forgo her long sleeve shirt and just go with the tank. Daryl had checked the hall, he thought they could make a break for it back to the cell block.

His arms suddenly slid around her waist, and he rested his chin on her shoulder.

"You ready?"

"Yes, I trust you" she said looking back at him with a grin.

"Good,... cause whatever this was? It ain't over...not by a long shot...this changes everything...I've wanted this for so long" he responded squeezing her waist pressing a kiss to her neck.

They heard voices then in the hallway. Daryl went to the door and opened it to be blinded by a flashlight in his eyes. A familiar voice called out an apology

"What the fuck T-Dog...you trying to blind me?" Daryl huffed out.

"Man am I happy to see you two! This place is going fucking nuts!" t-Dog responded grinning and hugging them both.

"Everyone ok?" Carol asked

"Yeah man, it was close one, when I saw you got the gate I helped Lori to the caged staircase Hershel was in with Beth. Then Lori went into labour and the baby got stuck, Hershel had to stick his HAND in there and turn the baby, right there on the staircase.! It's a girl, they're ok but fuck...What I saw can never be unseen" he shuddered dramatically and then paused cocked his head to the side and continued with a grin "...kinda like that big ass hickey on Carol's neck...what the hell's been going on in here..hmm?"

AN: alright, review? I'm gonna go hide in the corner. If I get the nerve my second prompt from Vickih will be part two of this story. It will be unrelated to this story and take place in the time jump between season 2-3.