A best friend thing (CAROLXDARYL TICKLE FIC) Season 10 SPOILERS WARNING
as per requested, i hope you enjoy <;3 @rwateringcan03
The revving of the motorcycle’s engine roared through the forest. Upon Carol’s request, Daryl and she were on their way to a spot where they could hunt. She rested her head on his back, wrapping her arms around his waist, trying to engrave this moment into her traumatized memory. Being away from him for so long felt strange, lonely almost, even though that’s what she intended to find comfort in when she sailed across the sea on her small boat. Their friendship, his presence, and dog made her feel safe. Lost in her thoughts, she played with the folds of his shirt, hugging him from behind. She would have never thought the redneck squirrel eater that she shared a camp with would become her closest friend. What would he have done to her ex-husband if he was still alive now? Would they have been friends had he lived? she felt Daryl move her hand away from his stomach.
“Don’t tickle me when I’m driving woman” he barked over his shoulder.
She forgot that he was ticklish there. One of her favourite things was to tease Daryl and make him crack a smile. He’s always so grumpy and serious, especially since losing Rick. She didn’t blame him, they lost so many people along the way, it would drain anyone from their last drop of joy.
They finally arrived to a spot near a river, where they hunted for little critters and fish. Carol spotted a deer which she hit with an arrow, but it escaped into the territory of the Whisperers. Daryl had to stop her before she crossed the invisible line. She had so much vengeful hate for that horrible woman, calling herself Alpha like she’s someone important. Daryl had to bring her back to reality, away from the enemies’s ground.
They sat down on a fallen tree, surrounded by shy bird songs and the echo of the forrest.
“Let’s runaway together.” Carol broke the silence.
“The sea ain’t my thing… You could come home instead?” He glanced at her reaction, which saddened at the thought of going back to the place where she lost her son. She shook her head as to shake out the bad thoughts from her head.
“Fine, let’s take your bike instead. Drive into the unknown!”
“We ain’t got enough gas for that. We’ll just end up stranded somewhere.”
She rolled her eyes. “Since when did you become such a party pooper?”
“Since I haven’t seen my best friend for too long.”
They looked at each other, exchanging a slight smile.
“Are we going to have matching bracelets?” She teased.
“Shut up.” He playfully pushed her, chuckling.
“We can make a matching one for Dog too.”
The silence returned, making itself comfortable between them. She felt the distance that she created in their connection by leaving him for so long. He has been alone, and so has she, it’s almost as if they forgot how to be around each other. She didn’t like that, not at all.
“Why are you so quiet?” She kicked her legs slightly, saying it while she looked at the ground.
“What do you want me to say?”
“Yeah, my point exactly.”
“Well, you can sing or something..” a smile formed on her face from the thought of him singing
He looked at her with the most dreadful look possible. It’s the silliest thing he heard her say in a long time.
“Or laugh at least!” She poked his stomach, making him crunch up in defence.
She kept on poking with one hand until she slipped in her other, now clawing at his sensitive belly. The sensation was too overwhelming for him to handle, forcing him to bring his knees to his chest, hoping to block her evil fingers. But all that did was make him lose his balance and fall backwards onto the ground, legs hanging over the fallen tree. She laughed out loud in surprise. Oh how she missed their tickle fights.
Dog got up and delivered an abundance of wet kisses onto Daryl’s face, giving Carol the perfect opportunity to attack. She lunged at him, clawing gently at his exposed stomach, his shirt rid up a little from the fall.
“NAHAHA CAHAHAROHOL STOHOHOP!” He desperately tried getting a grip of her hands, but she was too quick for him to catch them. He wiggled around like a worm on a hook, throwing her off and getting up as fast as he could.
“Oh no we aren’t done here” she got up too, a playful grin on her face.
“Carol…” he backed away slowly, as she followed his steps.
“Do you remember how I used to wreck you back at the prison?”
“It’s not fair… You’re not ticklish.”
At that, he made a run for it, using the trees to pivot faster and try to throw her off his trail. But she was in a playful mood, there was no winning for him and he knew that. She chased him around a little more until he slipped on muddy leaves, landing right on his back. Next thing he knew, her weight pinned his torso down and he felt his shirt being pulled up.
“AAAAH HAHAHA” his husky scream was followed by a hoarse laughter.
She blew a raspberry right on his belly button, making him kick his feet in the air. God he hated when she did that.
“Another one?” She teased.
“NononoOnoOnono PLEASE just gentle tiCKLes” his voice jumped with every tickle he felt.
“Okay Pooki” She resumed her attack, lightly scratching his stomach underneath his shirt. He bucked, he rolled from side to side, he squeaked and yelped and kicked, but he never stopped her. Seems like he missed their tickle fights too.
His raspy laughter soon went silent, laying on the cold ground as waves of tickles tormented his body. He couldn’t even open his eyes he was laughing so much. Carol eased up on him, pushing his sweaty bangs covering his eyes. He wrapped his arms around his stomach, exhausted laughter gradually stopping. She lay down beside him, resting her face against his arm.
“I missed you.” She gently said.
