Daryl & Carol One-shots (Completed)

Twenty-nine - Stove Flame Marshmallow

Snigby Bish bid bae, thanks for the request! It was fun to write this one. ✨

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Daryl studied himself in the mirror, putting on his white long sleeved shirt, along with his new pants Carol had gotten him. He tired his boots and walked down stairs, rubbing his sore stiff neck as he made his way into the living room, finding Carol sitting on the couch looking like Carol, his Carol. Not some house wife or in any soccer mum clothes with those pretty little cardigans. She was too busy reading to notice him leaning on the door way watching her, and it made him smile slightly. He had never seen her look so peaceful and in her own little world.

He cleared his throat, making her look up at him. Her breath slightly caught in her throat as her eyes landed on him. His white tighter long sleeve shirt, out lined his toned muscular arms, chest and those god damn shoulders that she loved. "Daryl, How long have you been standing there?" She asked.
"Long enough," His gruff voice had a tint of mischief in it and it suddenly made her have a nervous chill run down her spine. She swallowed and placed her book down, marking what page she was on. "Good book?"
"Good enough to keep me busy." She answered, standing up and stretching out. Daryl couldn't help but let his eyes drift lower as her shirt lifted as she stretched, showing some of her creamy soft skin. He groaned and removed his eyes off her, shifting against the door way. "What are you planning on doing today?" She stepped closer to him. He shrugged.
"Thought I would jus' hang with you today... that alrigh'?" She smiled and nodded.
"Oh! I almost forgot," She reached for his hand and pulled him towards her. "Wanna show you something." She dragged him behind her as she walked down the hall to the kitchen. She let go of his hand and reached up to one of the cupboards. He chuckled slightly.
"What are you lookin' for?" He crossed his arms over his chest, watching her lean up and get what ever she was getting.
"This."

She leaned back down and threw him a bag of marshmallows. He looked down at then then back up at her raising an eyebrow. She bit her lip. "I found them when I was helping out feeding the old folks, they had plenty of them so I thought I could take a bag... share it with my pookie."
He scoffed and bit back a smile. "Stop." She giggled and took the bag off him. "So what, you wanna roast marshmallows?" She looked at him, face expression flat.
"No, I want to throw them over the wall. Of course I want to roast them! Just..."
"Just what?" He moved closer to her.
"We can't build a fire in the middle of our living room," she looked down at the bag. Daryl looked down at her, smiling slightly. His heart ached in awe at her.
"Do 'em on the stove, just hold it over the flame. It'll work."
"Okay," She pulled the bag open and gave a marshmallow to him. She turned the stove on and grabbed herself a marshmallow, then grabbing two spoons.
"Spoons?" She didn't answer him, just grabbed his marshmallow and stick the end into it.
"Use anything you can use." She did the same to hers. She smiled and rested against the counter as she hovered the marshmallow over the flame. He joined her. "See? This is way better than a camp fire, right?"
He ducked his head and chuckled. "Yeah, yeah it is."

They stood in silence and watched their marshmallows burn over the flame. Carol sighed and put her marshmallow in the flame, making it burn up into a fire ball. She lifted up between her and Daryl, staring at it.
"Pretty huh?" He hummed in agreement, not staring at the fire ball but at her. She lifted her eyes to his and blew it out, popping it in her mouth, white sugar stuck to the spoon and her lips. His mouth went dry, soon realising how close they had become, only noses apart.
"Why are you guys so weird?" They broke away from each other, seeing Tara standing there looking at them, holding a jar of peanut butter. Daryl looked down in embarrassment and scratched his head. Carol swallowed her gooey marshmallow.
"We're not weird," She kissed Daryl on the cheek. "We're adorable." Tara nodded and went over to get a spoon.
"Yeah, you are. It's disgusting."

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MARSHMALLOOOOOOOOWS!!!!!!!!!!
Hope you like it!