Daryl gets hurt and takes some kickass painkillers. Makes alot of awkward sexual suggestions to Carol. Remembers it the next day.
“He’s pretty dosed up to the max at the moment so you’ll be lucky if you get anything out of him and anything you do get might not make a lot of sense, the painkillers…they were pretty strong,” Rosita explained to Carol as they walked down the hall and stopped at the door Daryl was behind.
“It’s alright, I’m sure I can handle it,” Carol reassured as her hand went to the handle, “thanks Rosita.”
“No worries, holler if he seems to be in more pain, I know the stubborn bastard won’t ask but if he seems like he needs it I’ll get him some more painkillers.”
“Will do,” Carol said before opening the door and promptly shutting it behind her. She couldn’t wait to see if he was okay any longer, she damn near had a heart attack after she’d heard Daryl’s run had gone bad, luckily other than a broken knee he was fine.
Daryl’s eyes were struggling to open as the sound of the door woke him, he looked groggy as hell and honestly Carol felt bad for waking him.
“Hey you,” Carol spoke, walking over to stand over him at the bedside.
Daryl’s eyes followed the voice beside him, his eyes landing on Carol. His face broke into a lopsided smile as his eyes raked her form.
“Hey baby,” he drawled up at her with a sly smile on his face.
Carol lifted her hand to her face to hide a snort that came out, “how you feeling?”
He paused for a moment, his eyes travelling to her breasts and back up to meet her eyes, she attempted to conceal the furious blush that grew on her face, these drugs seemed to make him a bit looser clearly.
“Oh I’d say I’m feelin’ much better, much better now you’re here,” he was grinning like a Cheshire cat now and quite frankly Carol was feeling nervous. Where had this confidence been before? She wasn’t too sure how to take this, how to respond, he’d always made it so easy to tease him but drugged up Daryl was a whole other ball game.
“Okay tiger,” she chuckled sitting down on the edge of the bed, “you in any pain?”
“Honestly?” he questioned, his face earnest.
Carol nodded, grateful his underlying sexual tone had gone, worried that he might actually admit to being in pain.
“Well I got this major throbbing going on in my dick right now-”
Carol’s eyes widened, her mouth opening at his words.
“Okay!” she interrupted going to stand up, “quite enough out of you.”
He surprised her by moving quickly, pulling her forcefully back onto him.
“Fucking hell Daryl!” she exclaimed, sitting back upright so her weight wasn’t on him.
“That’s what you’ll be saying tonight,” he slurred, his smirk challenging, the way he was talking was making him sound like his brother.
Her head shook as she let a small laugh out, it’s all she could manage at this point.
“You need to rest up,” Carol plowed on, she was going to get through a conversation with him, “Rosita will come later to give you more meds.”
Daryl stuck his tongue out in disgust at that, “nah I don’t want her, I want you, want you in a whole lot of ways,” he raised his brows at her, sucking at his teeth.
If he wasn’t so god damn gorgeous when he did that she may of told him where to go shove that idea, but as it goes it was just that gorgeous…and high.
“I’m sure you do Pookie,” she said standing up moving swiftly away this time.
He reached out for her and almost whined when he couldn’t grasp her.
“No none of that,” Carol laughed, “I’ll be back in the morning, maybe then your meds would of worn off.”
“Yeah, maybe, but this hard-on is here to stay,” he grunted darkly, glaring up at her.
Carol stared at him for a moment more before she turned to exit the room, “just you wait till morning Dixon.”
“Not sure I can,” he winked at her getting a knowing smirk from Carol.
“Good night Daryl,” she called loudly before she shut the door behind her, god he was going to regret that conversation in the morning.
The next morning came and Carol was eager to visit him before Rosita dosed him up again, much to his dismay.
She knocked lightly before letting herself in when she got no response.
He was slouched up in bed, looking sluggish from the lack of painkillers and probably lack of sleep to go with it, she knew he hated being cooped up like this.
In her hand she held a plate of food knowing he wasn’t going to request anyone to get him food throughout the day.
“Morning,” she said cheerily, taking the same seat she had yesterday.
“Hey,” he grunted quietly. His face was already red showing he remembered last night alright, this was going to be fun.
“Sleep well?” she asked, putting the plate of food down on the table next to him.
“Yeah, spose,” he answered shortly, avoiding eye contact.
She twirled a untucked strand of hair around her finger before grinning at him, much like he had the night before.
“You feeling better today?” she asked innocently.
“Yeah, pains dull but don’t really notice it half the time,” he said picking at the food she’d left for him.
“Good, good,” she sighed, “so no throbbing dick?”
Daryl choked on the bread in his mouth, spraying crumbs all over the bed.
“I, uh, yeah, bout that,” he stuttered, “I’m sorry, uh, it’s the- the, it’s the damn medication, ain’t letting Rosita give me no more of that, that person, uh, well, y’know, wasn’t- it weren’t me.”
Carol’s eyes sparkled with mischief, “oh, so that man in here yesterday, the one who told me he wanted me in a whole lot of ways, that, uh, that wasn’t you?”
Carol shrugged her shoulders and sighed, “sure as hell looked like you.”
Daryl’s face couldn’t possibly get redder, he literally wanted the ground to swallow him whole and end this, there was no possible way it could get worse.
“Shame too, was just coming here to take you up on that offer, but I mean since it wasn’t you…”
Carol paused as she watched his eyes widen but his body shrink further and further down into the bed.
Daryl couldn’t muster the strength to even talk as she burst out into laughter and stood up.
“I need to get going, but I’ll be back later, maybe that handsome confident man will be back again and I might get lucky eh? Here’s to hoping,” she said shooting him a wink as she went to the door.
“Oh he’ll be back,” Daryl murmured just loud enough for her to hear him as she shut the door behind her, the blush creeping back into her face.
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