peaches & softie | daryl dixon ✅

Chapter 51: Clear

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 Carter's P.O.V

 Feeling his arms wrapped around, a small smile forms on my face. Placing my hand over his, I slowly place them where my body was before, sliding off the bed. I sit on the floor, turning over to face him. I try to hold back the grin on my face, seeing Daryl so calm in his sleep. I sit on my feet, kneeling now before leaning over the bed, ruffling his hair slightly.

 He moves a moment, freezing my moments before falling asleep again. I move away from him, getting my shoes on before grabbing his flannel, buttoning on a few over my tanktop before hearing someone mumble. I look behind me, seeing Daryl awake. He mumbles inaudible words, sitting up on the bed. His sleeveless shirt messed up. A few buttons unbuttoned as his hair is disheveled. God so cute.

 " What?" His voice snaps me out of my head, finding out I was staring at him for too long. I only shrug, shaking my head before grabbing his vest, holding it in my hands.

 " You wearing it Daryl?" I ask, gesturing the winged vest to him. He only shakes his head, making me grow confused.

 " You'd look better in it than me." I only chuckle, Daryl getting up, taking steps towards me 'till his body is barely touching mine.

 " I think your just tryin' to compliment me now," I state, my hands sliding up his chest as his arms wrap around my waist.

 " That bad?"

 " Not at all." He goes to kiss me until I push him away. " But, sadly we have to keep watch and make sure your brother doesn't do anything so...." I trail off, a smirk growing on my face.

 " C'mon he's fine," Daryl groans.

 " I'm just following Rick's orders," I state, fixing the vest to my liking before going to walk away, only for him to pull me back, the sun beginning to show itself.

 " Nah, I'm gettin' a kiss first," he says, his hands softly gripping my waist. I roll my eyes, giving him a peck. I go to pull away, only for one of his hands to go through my hair, pulling me close. I feel his body against mine, our lips moving with each other. His hand removes itself from my hair, going back on my waist as we pull away. Our hot breaths hitting each other.

 " Jump," Daryl orders. I grow confuse but comply. Jumping, his hands grip my thighs, my legs wrapping around his waist as my back is placed against the concrete wall. I shiver at the touch before he continues where he left off, his tongue moving in my mouth this time. My grip tightens on his shirt, tugging and tugging before he pulls away, placing his forehead against mine. " That's a good way to wake up," he states, a chuckle leaving his lips as does mine.

 " Oh definitely," I agree, giving his lips a kiss once more.