i missed you*

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summary: y/n went out on a week long run with daryl. carl misses y/n oh so much and shows her just how much when she gets back.
warnings: smut, oral (female receiving), language, the usual shit lmao

you walked through the thick trees, you were dirty, covered in walker blood, and honestly ready to just go the fuck home. you had been out with daryl and a few others as a team on a run. and it just so happens that your guys car ran out of gas and you were miles and miles away from home in alexandria.

"my ass hurts still." you rubbed your hand over your butt in a "funny" way as daryl scoffed at you.

"you shoulda been payin' attention so you didn't fall on it so hard." daryl sort of smiled and laughed a bit. you had previously been standing on a log and you were acting as a pirate for whatever reason, then it rolled out from under you.

flashback:

"hey, daryl, look," you said this as you stood atop a log that was laying on its side. you puffed out your chest and put your hand over your eyes like you were searching for something. you began to talk like a pirate.

"land ho!" and just as you said this, you were basically cut off by the log rolling out from underneath you and you fell right on the ground on your ass.

    "you're a fuckin' dumbass." daryl simply said as he began walking away from you again, smiling and shaking his head.

end of flashback:

and now you were here. hand on your butt, eyebrows furrowed while you walked behind daryl, the other people on the run were in a separate group on a safer route back home, you two were going to search one more small house/cabin on your way home. you were nearby so it wouldn't hurt. you had found some clean blankets, some bandages, alcohol and some old cans of food. it was a jackpot to you guys, but to anyone not in the apocalypse, it was absolutely nothing.

    you both made your way together to alexandria. when you neared the tall gates you couldn't help but get excited and feel butterflies rise inside of you. you missed carl. you missed carl a lot. no, you two weren't "technically" together. well, you were. but you two were completely private and even a bit of a secret. so you couldn't exactly show your excitement outright. so you just played it off as excitement to get back home, which wasn't a complete lie.

as you and daryl neared the gates, you felt excited. you knew carl would reward you for the run and maybe he even missed you too.

"home sweet home." daryl said this in his gruff voice as the gates opened. rick and carol met you at the gate. carol and daryl hugged, and you mostly just motioned your 'hello' to rick. rick did the same. you gave him your pack full of the supplies from the cabin and conversed with everybody a bit.

"alright, i can only stand here and talk for so long while im caked with walker blood and dirt. im gonna shower off and i'll be back to check in with everybody tomorrow." you said this to carol and daryl. you all said goodbyes and you were off to shower. it was the greatest feeling. the water was burning hot, just how you liked it. you scrubbed up your body intensely with soap, then did the same with your hair. you smelled fresh and felt the cleanest you basically ever have. you stepped out of the shower into the steamy bathroom and grabbed your fluffy white towel. you began drying off then wrapping it around yourself. you were in absolute heaven.

    you relished in the feeling, then you began to get dressed. you threw on soft and comfortable clothes. you hadn't seen carl yet which did upset you, but hey, life goes on. you assumed the worst and the worst was that he got back with enid while you were gone. you were out of sight out of mind, right? you walked to your bedroom and threw your towel on your bed after rubbing it over your head a few times. it felt good to be home and even better to be clean. you laid down on your bed, well, more like tossed yourself onto your bed, and immediately your body relaxed. you looked over at your clock and it had read 5:30. too early to go to bed for sure, but you couldn't keep your eyes open.

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