#debating whether to risk it and possibly be uncomfortable the whole time in a sweetheart cosplay

[aroace-poly-show]

hmmmmmmmmmm

[valkyrieofsmut]

Captive Love   14

UF!Sans x Reader (or Frisk if you wanna)

Summary: Sweetheart meets UnderFell Muffet! Who wants to make her into mincemeat pie...

A/N: Hey, in case you didn't know, mincemeat pie is called that because it has (had) bones and meat scraps in it... This chapter has minor warnings of... racist comments (species-ist? I mean, they're being ignorant because she's a human, so it's pretty close to the same thing...) general threatening and asshole behavior... alcohol... think that's it. So I meant to get this out earlier, but the idiots who did the fixing up on my new house before we got it didn't do a good job on the shower and it was leaking, so I decided I'd caulk the thing myself, which turned into my husband being slow as dick to clean and prep and me being slow as ass to get in gear and do it... For some reason, I keep complaining that I never get any time off, but then I get time, and of course, instead of relaxing, I work on stuff... I just want to relax! Why do I keep choosing to do these projects? Ugh!.

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Into town we go!

Sans walked down the street, ducking into his coat a bit, eyelights darting around nervously. 

He didn't like this. 

He didn't want the chance that someone would hurt his delicate sweetheart… 

True, she had spunk, and a certain flare of attitude, but… 

She had passed out, been unconscious for days, and he'd only pushed her against the wall. 

He knew that a lot of these other monsters would do a lot worse. 

Sans let out a soft growl, pushing out his shoulders and chest, fluffing his coat a bit to look as big as possible. 

He didn't want to deal with anyone trying any bullshit. 

He leered at the monsters loitering around and giving his sweetheart a look over. 

(Y/n) felt uneasy. 

There was a certain amount of uneasiness whenever humans were in an area with mostly monsters, almost like their hatred and resentment was thick in the air. 

This was different, though. 

This was like walking through a crowd of people who were evaluating her worth, debating whether it would be worth it to… 

She wasn't sure if it would just be a physical attack, or more… but she was pretty sure she didn't want to know. 

She wondered if this was what livestock felt like as they were led into auction pens. 

She had been expecting something, maybe an air of hostility, like it was near her apartment, but this was straight up aggressive. 

Eyes followed her as she walked, flicking to Sans next to her or Papyrus in front of them before settling to do nothing. She didn't miss the way Sans glared at some of them that looked interested, either. 

(Y/n) leaned in to Sans a little, and he grinned smugly at the monsters eyeballing them as he wrapped his arm around her, tugging her just a bit closer. 

Pissed at him or not, Sans seemed safer to be around than these others. At least she knew that he wasn't going to immediately eat or murder her… 

"WHAT DID YOU HAVE PLANNED FOR YOUR OUTING, SANS?" Papyrus asked, seemingly immune to the stares of others. 

"uh, didn't really plan anythin', boss. was kinda last minute," Sans answered. 

"WE SHOULD SHOW THE HUMAN SOME OF OUR SUPERIOR MONSTER CULTURE," Papyrus decided. 

"that sound good ta you, sweetheart?" Sans asked, leaning close to her. 

She was open to learning about new cultures, as long as she wasn't going to be murdered, so she nodded and it was decided. 

Papyrus decided that the shop he purchased the implements for his traps in should be their first stop. 

An ancient turtle sat behind the counter, grizzled and grumpy looking. 

He gave (Y/n) a twice over, and Sans actually let out a low growl as he tucked her behind him. 

Yeah, she wasn't interested in being sold as a curiosity… 

They left the store, Papyrus with a couple bags of supplies in hand, and continued down the road. 

(Y/n) could feel herself starting to get numb to the stares as they walked, and started looking around at the sights and stores. 

She noticed a storefront with large windows, and a sign at the top showing a cute lady spider monster, her six arms open in warm welcome, her hands holding various baked goods, a teapot, teacup, and leaving one open to invite passersby in. She couldn't read what it said, but it seemed obvious enough. 

Oooo, baked goods… (Y/n) turned to Sans. "S...ns," she asked, lifting a hand to the store. [Sans]

Sans looked over, his glare deepening at the store. "don't think ya wanna go in there, sweetheart," he told her, thinking of the spiders that had caused the whole situation with the collar in the first place. 

It was her turn to glare, and she made a disgruntled noise. "Ikh do," she insisted. [I do]

fuck, that cute squeek… He risked a look at her, and felt his soul flutter. damn, that angry lil glare she's got's so adorable…  

"COME, SANS, IT SHOULD BE FINE," Papyrus told him, turning to cross the street. 

Sans grumbled uneasily, but gave in to her tugging on the arm wrapped around her, and guided her across the street. 

(Y/n) walked through the door after Papyrus, and the first thing that hit her was the delicious smell of pastries and other baked goods. 

An automatic smile grew on her face as it hit. 

Her eyes went to survey the store, and she froze in place. There were spiders everywhere. 

Small, fuzzy looking bodies moved with disturbing speed for their size, along the ceiling, the walls, the counters. 

It took her a moment to notice the woman behind the counter, the same lady spider that was depicted on the sign outside. 

(Y/n) could hear the whispers from clumps of spiders around, telling things they'd heard about humans' feelings toward spiders. 

The woman behind the counter's expression changed halfway through her greeting. Her sharp little fangs became more visible, and her pleasant smile became malicious. 

"Fufufufufu… Oh look at you, a little, lost deary…" Her voice was light and sweet, but there was an underlying dark tone there. 

(Y/n) felt a bit uncomfortable, but she tried to push it back, wanting to be open, even if these people didn't. There was no reason not to work through things and live together peacefully, but she knew not everyone shared her ideals. 

The more she watched the spiders, the more she realized that the spiders moving around were not just wandering, but moving with purpose, grouping together to lift and shift things around in the cases and along the counters. 

Taking a breath, (Y/n) steeled herself and stepped toward the showcase. 

"Oh, deary," the woman cooed to her, "you've come to eat the spiders before they eat you?" 

"Wh...t?" (Y/n) asked in confusion. [what]

The woman gestured to a banner hanging behind the counter, one hand moving along as she read, "Welcome to Muffet's bakery. Confections made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders." 

Of spiders?!  Her shock must have shown on her face, because the woman, Muffet she was guessing, giggled at her. 

(Y/n) took another breath and pushed away her ingrained disgust at the thought of eating spiders. 

There were chocolate covered ants, crickets, and grasshoppers, after all. 

Why not? 

Be bold. 

She stepped closer to the case to investigate its contents, Sans at her side, but she was driven back by the swarm of spiders that flooded toward her. 

"knock it off, muffet," Sans snapped at the woman. 

Muffet put two hands on her hips, two on the counter and leaned over him, baring her teeth at Sans as her free set of arms helped her climb over the counter. "Why don't you make me, trash bag?" She snarled. 

Sans put his shoulders back and leaned in, posturing himself to look bigger, baring his own wide snarl to showcase his sharp teeth. "ya ain't touchin' 'er, so back th' fuck off, muffet," he growled. 

(Y/n) looked around the store, finding that they were the only ones inside. At least there weren't more monsters to gang up on them. 

"Oh, but Sansy, I want to be the first one to serve human to the public- and you've brought one right into my shop," Muffet growled as she started toward where (Y/n) was edging back toward Papyrus. 

Panic flooded her. She didn't know what to do… A gigantic spider woman was coming to kill her! She had to get out. 

Help… 

She was starting to hyperventilate, terror adding to the panic. 

"hey!" Sans snapped as he squashed a spider with his sneaker. 

Muffet looked over at him with a glare. 

"i'm warnin' ya; i don't like sharin', an' 'f ya try ta touch my stuff, y're gonna get dusted," he threatened, stepping toward Muffet. 

He was scary. 

He was so scary… 

How had (Y/n) forgotten how scary he was? She'd seen it only a couple of days ago! Except… 

Except he hadn't looked this scary then. 

He'd been so angry that he looked scary, but this- he was trying to be big and scary, and… He was terrifying… 

Muffet was still going to attack him, and (Y/n) knew that this was all her fault. She had to help him! At least try to pull him back… Something! 

Papyrus' hand went past her as he barred the way. 

Was he really stopping her? He was just going to let his brother get hurt?! Wasn't he the one that had refused to let him walk her home because he was worried about him?! 

"Whahy?" She demanded, looking up at him, trying to bat his arm away. [why]

"HE CAN HANDLE THIS," Papyrus answered, his sockets narrowed as he watched the situation carefully. 

(Y/n) looked back to the menacing woman trying to intimidate Sans. 

Sans' sneaker landed, crushing and grinding three small spiders into the floor. "don't you dare fuckin' touch 'er," he growled. "'f i see ya anywhere near 'er, yer spiders're gonna be makin' a muffet sized cake." 

He ground his foot against the floor again and kept his glare on her as he made his way back to where his sweetheart and his brother were, pulling her to his side as he muttered a thanks to his brother for keeping her out of the way. 

Sans turned and guided her to the door, tossing over his shoulder, "an' keep yer fuckin' spiders away from our house. mind yer own damn business, ya nosey spider bitch." 

(Y/n)'s head jerked to him in surprise. Her spiders were at their house…? He pulled her against his side, a bit tighter than he had before they'd gone into the bakery. 

"le's go ta grillby's… i need a fuckin' drink," he muttered. 

(Y/n) could feel through his arm that he was shaking. She could see when she looked at his face that he was nervous, bordering on afraid, but covering it with anger.  

She looked over to Papyrus and saw the proud look on his face, the way he held his head a little higher. 

He was proud of his brother. 

There hadn't been a fight, though Sans has stepped on a few spiders… Were they monster spiders? Did that count as killing people…? Did she just witness Sans commit murder?! How did this even work? 

It was too much to try to comprehend, so she decided to put it on the back burner and try to learn more about the layout of the area. 

When she looked up, they were in front of a bar. 

(Y/n) tried to refuse, afraid of a repeat of the incident they'd just left, but Sans assured her, "don't worry, sweetheart. no one starts shit at grillby's, 'less they wanna get burned. heh." 

As they walked in and made their way to the bar, she was acutely aware of every comment made. 

“Look, it’s a human… How disgusting…”

“Ewwwww, how gross is that? It only has hair in some places… does it shave like that? How ugly.” 

“I don’t know how those freaky humans look in the mirror in the morning and decide they look ok to leave the house… Unless they think looking gross is cool. Hehehehe.”

“Wow, they must have a fair going on if the freakshow is here, ksksksksks…” 

“Ugh, Sans needs to put that thing back in it’s cage, before it gets it’s parasites everywhere… You know it’s got them because humans are so nasty…” 

Sans climbed onto a well worn stool and raised a hand to the bartender… a man made of fire… 

Oh… 

Sans' comment about getting burned made sense, now. 

"ya want somethin' ta drink, sweetheart?" He asked softly. He seemed deflated from his attitude. Tired. 

She nodded, croaking, "w...t'r?" [water]

The bartender said something, but his accent was a bit thick for her to pick up. 

“heh,” Sans laughed at whatever he’d said. “says he don’t touch th’ stuff.” 

(Y/n) winced. Had she just insulted this man? “Aaaahhhh… sohda…?” She asked. [Soda]

The flame man turned away, then back with a glass a moment later, and she thanked him, taking it and sipping. 

Papyrus got a drink as well, stirring the tall bloody Mary with the celery stick decoration. “IT’S THE HEALTHIEST THING IN THIS GREASE TRAP,” he explained when he saw her watching him. 

She smiled to him and went back to her drink. She glanced over at Sans, seeing him looking like the stereotypical ‘guy drowning his sorrows in alcohol’ with his hand around a tumbler of something a dark golden color, though she could see flecks of red and yellow, looking like wisps of flames. 

A hiccup came from behind, and a bunny with a very drunk expression stood behind them. 

“AWWwwww… Yoush gatta pet, Sansy?” The bunny slurred. “Looksh cute!” The bunny reached out, aiming to actually pet her, like she was a dog or something! 

“don’t touch ‘er,” Sans growled without even looking away from the spot he was staring at. 

The bunny’s hand stopped, then dropped. “Jeex Sans, ya don’t haave toush… be a jerk!” 

“nah, but ‘s what ‘m good at,” he answered, taking another drink, his face blank with the slightest hint of self loathing. 

The bunny stumbled away as (Y/n) looked at Sans, trying to put together the pieces of the puzzle that was Sans. 

He was awkward, flirty, and full of jokes, but it’s like he had another side, one that was harsh, ready to fight, bristly… And then when they were alone… He was sweet, affectionate, soft… 

It was like he was afraid to be himself around others. 

Her eyes turned to Papyrus, who looked at least moderately miserable. 

But he’d been so proud of Sans when he’d stood up to and threatened his way out of a fight with Muffet… even if he was so rude to him the rest of the time… 

She couldn’t think of a time the two had shared any form of affection, even just simple words like ‘love ya, bro’… 

(Y/n) turned to Sans, leaning over and wrapping her arm around his and nuzzling against his arm before looking up at him. 

His eyelights darted around the room as sweat grew on his skull, an uneasy look on his face. He looked very uncomfortable, and was stopping himself just short of pushing her away. 

She pulled away from him and went back to her drink.

That’s all she needed to know. 

Her eyes went back over to Papyrus, giving him a big, sweet grin when he glanced at her. 

He quickly looked away, looking uncomfortable as he blushed. 

Her focus went back to her drink as she continued to sort. 

These two had trouble with affection. 

If what had happened at the bakery was any clue, they had to act tough for some reason. And, additionally, Papyrus was proud of his brother when he was tough. 

Since she knew how soft and sweet Sans could be without other people around, she’d assume that maybe the reason why they -and Muffet?- acted like Sans wasn’t worth much was because he had that soft spot? 

Which meant that Papyrus was the cooler one because he could hide whatever softness he had better… 

Wow… (Y/n) thought, feeling like she was finally starting to get an idea of why the two skeletons acted the way they did. 

“Is that why you haven’t been here in so long, Sans,” a rough, but feminine voice taunted from a table off to the side. “Got yourself a disgusting human pet?” 

Sans ignored them, but she felt Papyrus stiffen next to her. 

“Think you’re too good for us, now?” Another voice demanded from the table, this one masculine. 

“If you wanted something soft and gooey to fuck, you coulda gone with a Moldsmal!” The table erupted in raucous laughter. 

Sans grit his teeth, and (Y/n) could hear the soft, low growl of displeasure that matched his features. 

“hey, boss, ya ‘bout done wit yer drink?” Sans asked, still ignoring the table. “'cause ‘m ready ta get th’ fuck outta here.” 

What he'd really like is to go bash in Dogaressa and the rest's teeth in, but he was holding himself back because there were too many of them, and he didn't want to get his ass kicked by Grillby, and he definitely didn't want to take the chance of losing a fight in front of the others and have a free for all start over his sweetheart.

Papyrus tipped his drink back, finishing the tomato juice concoction before standing. He turned and glowered at the table of dogs that were making the scene, and said, louder than normal, though (Y/n) didn’t know how that was possible, “YES, MY BROTHER, LET’S BE RID OF THIS UNFAVORABLE COMPANY.” 

Wow… Affection! ...kinda… (Y/n) was surprised, having decided that they probably didn’t know how to be nice. 

As the trio made their way back to the brothers’ house, (Y/n) reflected on what had happened in town. 

It was obvious why Sans didn’t want her to go out, now, why he got so nervous about it. They hadn’t even been in town more than a couple of hours, and it was plain to see that the residents had their own designs on all sorts of unsavory things they’d like to do to her given the chance… 

Maybe he was just trying to keep her safe… 

And if it was this bad while she was wearing the collar, she’d hate to think what it would have been like without it… probably a free for all… especially if she’d gone without either of the skeletons. 

Sans dragging her into the house, despite how rough and angry he'd been, had probably saved her life… 

And now, knowing that he put up an angry front when he was afraid… it didn't make him any less scary, but… it did change the context. 

Not threatening; protective. 

A/N: You know how Sweetheart keeps calling for help...? I mean... Sans keeps showing up... Every time... I um... just wanted to drop that thought here...

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[foreverlovingdaryldixon]

24, 18, 16, 5. You dont have to do them all. Caryl prompts. From the thing.

24.  person A flirting withother people to make person B jealous.

18.  “I can help you to make her/him jealous”

Two in one! Set in the prison. Hopefully not too similar to thelast.

They had been flitting around the subject for toolong and quite frankly Carol was tired of it, she was almost sure he wanted ittoo, almost. She had to be certain though, she wasn’t open to the possibilityof rejection. Luckily for her she wasn’t the only one who had noticed their littledance.

“I can help ya make him jealous,” a voice came frombehind her making her jump and spin around.

Her shocked expression was wiped away with insteadone of boredom as she saw Merle leant against the entrance of her cell, adevilish grin on his face.

“I’m sure I don’t know what you’re talking aboutMerle,” she said casually bending over to untie her boots and slip them off.

“Come on don’t play coy with me woman,” he saidtaking a stride into her cell, “you and I both know ya got the hots forDarylina.”

Carol turned to face him a frown set deep on herface as she tried to cover up what they both knew to be true, “I do not havethe ‘hots’ for your brother.”

“Sugar, lie through your teeth all ya want but ya’reonly makin’ it harder on yaself,” Merle quipped, knowing he was quicklybreaking her.

She glared up as he now stood tall in front of her,debating whether to fight him on this or not.

“What did you mean by make him jealous?” shequestioned through gritted teeth, she couldn’t believe she was doing this.

A long grin spread across Merle’s face knowing he’dwon, “atta girl, knew ya’d come round. All pretty little Dixon boy needs ta seeif ya gettin’ all a lil bit too friendly with big brother Merle over here, drivethe kid crazy.”

Carol wasn’t fond of the idea, Merle would reap inthe benefits, loving the attention. However it would confirm or deny whether hewas feeling the same things she was. It seemed easy enough but she was worriedabout the lasting damage it might have on their current friendship.

“Why can’t you just flirt with me? Second nature toyou by now surely,” Carol asked, leaning back against her dresser.

“Exactly why it can’t be me babycakes, I flirt withevery woman, Daryl see’s me flirting with ya he’ll be pissed sure but it ain’tgonna get ya the kinda reaction ya want, trust ol’ Merle, follow my advice, boy’llbe eatin’ out the palm of ya hand in no time.”

“I don’t want him to be my bitch Merle,” Carol saidrolling her eyes.

“But we’re doin’ this right?” he asked a shiteating grin on his smug face.

She sighed running a hand through her hair, “yes I’lltry it, starting tomorrow, but do not take this too far, I won’t hesitate toslit your throat while you sleep.”

“Damn, I like ‘em feisty,” he winked before goingto leave her cell, “see ya on the playin’ field baby.”

Fuck. What had she got herself into?

***

The next morning she woke early as she usually did,going downstairs to start on breakfast for everyone. It didn’t bother herhaving to be up so early, she always was an early riser, however so were theDixon brothers.

“Smells good sugar,” Merle’s voice came from besideher making her jump again.

“Jesus, stop doing that,” she hissed glancingaround the room seeing no one else about.

“Ya gotta be more on guard,” he said more seriouslythan she was used to for Merle, “ma brother’s gonna be here in a minute so yabest get ya flirtin’ skills up to scratch.”

She turned her body around to face his putting onsoft seductive eyes as she heard the door open from behind her.

“That him?” she asked quietly, Merle nodded hishead, an easy grin coming across his face.

“Merle Dixon!” she said in a girlish voice, loudenough so she was sure Daryl would hear, “you are a shameless tease you knowthat?”

As she spoke her hands came up the slide up thelength of his torso, stopping just before she got to his shoulders.

“Offer’s always open sugar,” he drawled, playingalong as his good hand went to trail down her jaw.

She could feel Daryl’s eyes burning in the back ofher head as stood across the other side of the room.

“I’ll keep that in mind,” she purred, smirking atMerle as he winked at her, pulling away and leaving just Carol and Daryl in theroom.

As soon as the door shut behind him she turned backto her work, Daryl now visible in her peripheral.

“Daryl,” she played surprised as she looked at himstalking towards her, “between you and your brother you’re going to give me aheart attack sneaking up on me like that.”

“Sounds like ma brother’s gonna give ya a whole lotmore,” he snapped as Carol passed him a bowl of food.

Carol resisted smiling at his reaction, pleasedthat it was working.

She looked up at him with big innocent eyes, “whatdo you mean?”

“Nothin’,” he grunted walking back out the door hecame.

She saw Merle again later that day and he decidedto lead them to the courtyard where he knew Daryl was working on his bike.

“Alright sweetheart, I’ll go out first, sit downstretch my legs a lil, ya come out a few minutes later, come straight over tame okay? Darylina is gonna blow his lid when he sees ya comin’ over ta me an’not him.”

Carol nodded, still uncomfortable with the situationbut god if Daryl didn’t need a kick up the ass, she wanted a reaction, Merlewould pull that from him.

She did as he said, waiting a few minutes before goingout to join him, she saw Daryl not ten foot away from them, avoiding his gazeas she sat on the table next to Merle.

They were far enough away that if they murmured hewouldn’t hear and the murmuring would only rile him up more.

“Alright mouse, I want ya ta laugh in a moment andput ya hand on ma thigh, however high ya want ta go sweetcheeks,” Merlemurmured as Carol wet her lips, knowing that Daryl could see.

She nodded a grin appearing on her face as she letout a light-hearted laugh, her hand falling to his upper thigh, her fingernailstracing obvious enough circles that it caught the hunters attention.

“I don’t think that’ll be necessary, do you?” sheteased loud enough for Daryl to hear with a devilish look in her eye, Merleknew it was all for show but damn if he wasn’t enjoying it.

“Lean into me and pretend ta whisper in ma ear,”Merle drawled quietly as she followed suit and did so.

“You think it’s working?” she whispered once shewas close enough.

“Sugar ya are drivin’ that boy damn insane,” hemurmured back, as Carol pushed lightly against his chest, pretending to laughagain.

“I’ll see you later?” she asked as she stood fromthe bench, biting on the side of her lip seductively.

“Oh ya’ll be seein’ me,” he answered, being unableto resist knowing this might just push his dumbass of a brother over the edgeas he leant forward to slap her ass.

She let out a yelp wanted to rip his balls off butinstead glanced back and shook her head with a smirk, “I’ll get you back forthat Dixon.”

Merle chuckled to himself knowing that was a threatshe intended to keep.

His attention was adverted when he heard theclatter of tools hitting the toolbox with force, as Daryl flung them away,storming past Merle following after Carol. Boy made it far too easy Merlethought with a laugh.

“Carol!” she jumped hearing her name shouted so aggressively.She watched as Daryl approached her with speed, stopping just short of herface.

“Daryl,” she greeted somewhat breathless at hisproximity.

“The hell ya playin’ at huh?” he yelled.

“What do you mean what am I playing at?” she asked,knowing that the slap on the ass had been too much for him.

“I mean gettin’ all close an’ friendly with mabrother,” he growled with fire in his eyes.

“Is there a problem with that?” she asked wantingnothing more than to kiss the shit out of him.

“Yeah, he ain’t no good for ya, I know Merle, he’sgonna hurt ya,” he raged, no sign of losing fuel yet.

“Well maybe I’m a big girl and I can make my owndecisions,” she quipped, she was willing to push this as far as she needed togo, no point turning back now.

“Jesus,” he scoffed, “thought ya were smarter than this,nothin’ good can come from this ya know that?”

“If I didn’t know any better I’d say Daryl Dixonwas jealous,” she pushed on.

This tripped him up causing him to snort, “I-I ain’tjealous, don’t give a shit what ya do.”

“Don’t lie to me Daryl,” she warned, knowing he wasgetting into dangerous territory of where his anger fuelled words could startto hurt her, “don’t say something stupid that you can’t take back.”

This seemed to break his resolve a little as he letout a frustrated sigh, “course I give a shit what ya do, I care about ya Caroland I don’t wanna see ya hurt by my prick of a brother, ya deserve more thanthat, someone that’ll treat ya better.”

“And is that person you?” she asked quietly.

He bit down hard on his lip, he was too deep inthis now not to tell her, “yeah, I know ya ain’t interested but I would treatya so much better than Merle would, his heart’s in the right place but hethinks with his dick, that’s the problem.”

Carol couldn’t help the grin setting across herface.

“What’re ya smilin’ for?” he grumbled his eyes downcasting again.

“I’m smiling cause it took for me to flirt withyour brother of all people just to get you to admit how you really feel.”

Daryl frowned confusion crossing his face, “whaddyamean?”

“I mean I’ve been flirting with Merle to get yourattention, see if you actually felt anything for me or not…clearly it worked inmy favour. I don’t like Merle, the hell would I ever like Merle when I haveyou.”

“Ya don’t…” Daryl trailed off as he processed yourwords, “so ya like…me?”

She nodded glad now for their close proximity asshe wrapped her hands around his neck, “it’s always been you Daryl, I was justnever sure we were on the same page, I couldn’t risk putting myself out thereand losing our friendship, you have no idea how much you mean to me.”

This time it was Daryl’s turn to grin as he pressedhis forehead against hers, “ya have no idea how much ya mean to me. I was just scared, ya know? Ain’tnever felt like this ‘fore, didn’t wanna lose ya.”

“Daryl you could never lose me,” Carol whisperedbefore closing the distance between them, her lips moulding against his as hemet her with just as much passion. Eventually they came up for air, Daryl keepinghis forehead against hers, his arms wrapped around her waist.

“So we really trying this?” she asked, her eyesstill shut.

“Yeah, we really are,” he responded making her eyesopen to gaze into his.

“I do love a happy endin’,” a voice bellowed fromacross the room making them jump apart.

The fire from before came back into Daryl’s eyes ashe glared at his brother, “yeah well now I got a bone to pick with ya, yafuckin’ prick,” he growled stalking towards his brother.

“Now now now Darylina, ya should be thankin’ me, I couldhave had that piece’ve pussy all ta maself but I let ya have her,” Merlereasoned backing away towards the door.

“As if!” Carol yelled across at him in disgust.

“Ya want a more experienced Dixon ya know where tafind me sugar,” Merle shouted back before turning on his heel to run from hisbrother who was now pursuing after him.

“I’m gonna kick your ass ya dick,” Daryl shouted ashe ran out the door after him.

Carol hugged her arms around herself and chuckledlightly, despite his vulgar mouth she owed Merle Dixon, especially after Darylwas done with him.