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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      The_Walking_Dead_(TV)
  Relationship:
      Daryl_Dixon/Carl_Grimes, Daryl_Dixon_&_Carl_Grimes
  Character:
      Daryl_Dixon, Carl_Grimes
  Additional Tags:
      Love_Confessions, Underage_Kissing, Heavy_Petting, Sex_in_chapter_2,
      Pillow_Talk, Making_Love, Consensual_Underage_Sex, Secret_Relationship,
      carl_is_17, Daryl_is_42
  Series:
      Part 1 of Mine_Alone
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-07-19 Chapters: 2/2 Words: 2258
****** A Conundrum ******
by SteelTypeEevee
Summary
     Everyone has a secret. Everyone questions their-selves. Sometimes,
     you just have to have help figuring things out. Carl thinks he has it
     all figured out, he just needed the courage to confess.
Notes
     I know, I know. I should be writing Chapter 6. But how could I
     resist. This is a gift for why-do-i-ship-this on tumblr, and it's
     sort of a continuation of a short drabble-post on my tumblr.
     Here's the link: https://justaceganwriter.tumblr.com/post/
     163141543416/unbidden-thoughts
***** Confessions *****
It was most definitely a conundrum.
Carl remembered Father Gabriel saying that word during a sermon. Two women had
had children, and one accidentally killed her baby. Then she switched out the
babies and said that the other woman had killed the baby and hers was still
alive.
This wasn't something quite as bad, and, in fact, it was completely different.
It left the 17-year old baffled. Another word from a sermon.
But this wasn't something Father Gabriel would be able to help him with. If
anything, he would be told he was going to hell for these thoughts he was
having. So there would not be any 'confessing of sins'.
As he tending to Judith, Carl tried to think of who he could talk to about his
problem. Rick wouldn't be a good idea. He would just give Carl the awkward talk
again. Michonne would tell Rick. So would most everyone else. No, sadly the one
person he could trust this knowledge with was the one person he didn't want to
tell. But he had to get it off his chest, had to tell someone before he started
thinking there was something wrong with himself. So he set Judith in her
playpen and headed out of the house, asking Maggie to check in on her as the
passed each other since he had 'stuff to do'.
He made his way to the watchtower, climbing up to the lookout. Daryl was
leaning against the window ledge, watching the landscape before them. He
glanced at Carl briefly before looking back out.
"Either Rick went crazy again and sent you up here to take over, or you wanna
talk about something."
"Yeah.. I was hoping you would talk to me once your shift is over. I just..
don't really feel comfortable talking anywhere that my dad might hear."
Daryl raised an eyebrow, but nodded silently.
The two sat there quietly until Aaron came to take over. After they descended
from the watch tower, the two sneaked out into the woods at Carl's request. He
didn't want there to be any chance of Rick catching any part of their
conversation.
Once they were a few hundred feet from the wall, they stopped. Daryl leaned
against a tree, crossbow at the ready in case they needed it. He watched Carl
silently, waiting for him to start talking. The teen took a deep breath before
he began.
"So, dad already gave me the talk and everything a long time ago. Back at the
prison. But there's some.. things he didn't explain. I remember how Aaron had a
boyfriend. It really confused me. Dad never said anything about boys being
together."
Daryl frowned deeply. "Maybe you should actually go talk to Rick about this. I
don't think--"
Carl interjected. "No, no. That's way too embarrassing. I don't want to have to
tell my dad this. You're the only person I could think of who wouldn't tell him
if I asked."
The man sighed and sat on a stump. "Alright, yeah. Guys can do that too. Why?
Does it.. bother you?"
"No, it doesn't bother me. I just.. I think I like..guys." Carl couldn't bring
himself to say the actual words on his mind. However, he did notice the
hesitation in Daryl's voice. "Does it bother you?"
His question was met with a skeptical laugh. "You think I would go out
recruiting with Aaron if it did? Nah, that stuff's fine by me. And, hey, if you
ever decide to tell your dad, I'll back you up."
The boy smiled. He knew telling Daryl would be his best chance at coming out.
He decided to further breach the subject. "Even if I start flirting with you?"
Daryl's supportive smile fell. "You flirt with me, you might find yourself in a
position you don't like." He knew he shouldn't tease further, but the urge was
overwhelming. "Well, why don't you show me a few and we can see what I like?"
That earned him a laugh. A genuine laugh, it seemed. Carl was impressed with
himself. His final confession itched on his tongue as Daryl stood. "Wait,
there's something else."
The man paused, looking down at him and waiting patiently.
"There's.. someone specific I like."
Daryl waited another moment, something in his demeanor changing. "Oh? Who?"
Carl took a fortifying breath. Here goes nothing. "You. I like you."
The 42-year old stared at him quietly before sitting back down. "You sure about
that?" Carl nodded confidently in response. "Yeah. I've been thinking real
hard. I didn't want to tell you until I was sure about it."
With a flash, the man before him was on his feet and pulling the boy, up,
pushing him against a tree and kissing him forcefully. Carl was surprised, but
he quickly kissed back. He didn't know if this kiss was real or not, but, even
if Daryl was just teasing him, he was determined to enjoy it. He felt the man's
strong hands start to caress him and let out a small moan that sounded more
like a whimper.
All of a sudden, the hands were gone, and so were the lips. Both of their faces
were red as they panted softly, attempting to get back the stolen breath. Daryl
picked up his crossbow and slung it onto his back.
"You're gonna be the death of me... But yeah, me too."
Carl grinned and hugged the man, breathing in his scent. It was musky and
earthy and wild. He felt the hunter's chest rumble with a chuckle. They headed
back to Alexandria, climbing back over the low section of wall. Before they
separated, Daryl kissed him again.
"Meet me here after your dad goes to bed if you want to keep going."
And oh, did Carl want to continue.
***** Concessions *****
Chapter Summary
     Carl had found his courage. But can Daryl find his?
Daryl was waiting at the low spot in the wall like he had said. He smiled the
slightest bit when he saw Carl sneaking over to meet him. He wrapped an arm
around the boy and lead him away, walking the perimeter until they came to one
of the empty houses at the very edge.
The man lead him inside, and into one the first floor bedroom. The bed was made
neatly, but the blankets were soon disheveled as he pressed Carl down, kissing
him hungrily. The teen returned the kiss happily, writhing a bit beneath him
with pleasure from the way their lips worked together. It was different from
before. The kiss was still breathtaking and magical, but there was something
more to it on both ends. Something that felt more concrete.
They parted, panting hard again. Carl looked up at Daryl with his single blue
eye. He couldn't stop himself from begging. "Again? More.. Please Daryl?"The
man kissed his forehead, then cheek, slowly moving down to the collar of his
shirt. "How long were you deciding whether to tell me or not?"
The question burned in Carl's cheeks. "M-maybe a month? I wanted to be sure.."
Daryl laughed softly, his hands moving under the hem of Carl's shirt. "Does
that mean you were thinking about me when you were touching yourself in that
tree? Did you imagine me touching you like this, Carl?" The boy's breath
hitched as he felt strong calloused fingers moving over his nipples. So Daryl
had seen him. He nodded slowly, wondering if that would make the man stop.
To his relief, Daryl pulled away only to strip the boy's shirt away, doing the
same with his vest and t-shirt. Carl marveled at the muscular body before him,
so very different from his own slender frame. He let the man work his mouth
over his chest, moaning and writhing at the sensations. He felt his pants come
undone and Daryl pulled them and his boxers off in one swift pull. He felt the
heat creeping up his neck as the man looked over his bare body. He wanted to
hide his lanky limbs, but he just couldn't help but enjoy the feeling of being
looked at with such desire.
Daryl reached down to undo his own pants, pushing them down to expose himself.
Carl's face lit up at the sight of the man's erection and he took a deep, shaky
breath. He was lifted up to press against his companion, their lips meeting
tenderly.
"You can still back out, you know. Whenever you want to. I'm not gonna force
you if you decide you don't want this. But once it's done, there's no going
back."
Carl nodded and kissed him again. "Just shut up and love me.." Daryl kissed
back deeply, moaning something against the boy's lips and he laid him down,
grinding against his crotch. Carl writhed and moaned, wrapping his legs around
the man. He could feel himself coming closer to the edge, and, when Daryl
grabbed him and began stroking, he let out a strangled cry. The boy was coming
apart at his crush's touch, and it felt like heaven. He saw light when he came,
felt the white-hot sperm on his chest, heard Daryl chuckling. It was almost too
much.
He felt rough fingers running up his chest, avoiding the puddle. His mouth was
already open, so it was simple for Daryl to his finger's into Carl's mouth and
issue the simple command, "Suck." The boy was obedient to a fault, doing just
as he said. Daryl could barely hold himself back, having been looking forward
to this since they had separated earlier. He withdrew his hand and then began
to prepare his young lover, shivering with pleasure as his first finger moved
in. Carl let out a hiss of pain and Daryl stopped. Once Carl had adjusted, he
began to move, slowly working the finger in and out before adding a second.
This time, the teen let out a sweet, honey coated moan.
The boy writhed as his older lover continued to stretch his hole. The pace was
slow, nothing rushed. He was thankful Daryl was taking the time to make sure he
was okay. Soon, the man laid him against the bed, moving between his legs.
"Remember to stop me, okay?"
Carl nodded and let out a small gasp of pain as Daryl slowly eased himself
inside. He felt his hole stretch beyond what he thought it should. A few tears
ran down his cheek, and Daryl kissed them away lovingly.They stayed still like
that for a long time until Carl moved his hips a bit, willing his lover to
start moving. His silent request was soon obliged. A fresh wave of pain flooded
over the boy and he whimpered. The man stopped immediately, stroking Carl's
cheek.
"Is it too much? Do we need to stop?"His concern was touching, but the boy
wasn't letting their moment alone slip away. He kissed him and moved his hips
again. Daryl resumed his movements, kissing Carl back deeply. He pushed his
tongue into the bottom's mouth, tasting the warm cavern of flesh and gobbling
up the moans threatening to escape.
Daryl began to move faster, the boy's noises sending him deeper into the fog of
lust that was clouding his judgement. He pulled away from the kiss to pin his
lover down, watching his beautiful, scarred face contort with pleasure. It was
the sweetest thing he'd ever seen. He pulled out and flipped Carl over before
he could protest, quickly driving back in and reaching around to stroke the boy
fiercely. He was enchanted by the new sounds the teen made, pausing at one that
sounded particularly needful. He ground into him, rubbing against the small
bundle of nerves inside Carl's body.
Carl didn't know what to do other than to beg for more. That spot sent white-
hot pleasure flooding over him with every small motion. He felt himself tighten
around Daryl as he came, his whole body becoming rigid. Daryl grunted softly,
thrusting into his one last time before coming from the vice pressure wrapped
around him. He slowly pulled out of his new lover, getting up and grabbing a
towel he had brought earlier.
He cleaned the boy and himself off before crawling back onto the bed and
holding Carl close. The boy was still coming down from the high of his first
orgasm, his eye half shut in bliss. Daryl smiled, licked his lips, and kissed
the boy softly. "It was good, huh?" A tired nod was his response. "Yeah..
Carl?" The boy hummed softly. "You know this wasn't just a one time thing,
right?" Another hum, this one happily. "Good..."
They lay there silently, Carl pressed up against Daryl's chest with the man's
arms around him. The man decided now was the time.
"I.. have to admit, I didn't think I'd be the guy you like. Hell, the person at
all. Thought you would have picked Enid or something.. Not like I'm unhappy.
Just glad I don't have to feel so guilty anymore."
Carl opened his eye a bit. "Why do you feel guilty, Daryl? You didn't do
anything to seduce me, after all."
Daryl chuckled. "Yeah. But I watched you. A lot. You've grown up really well,
baby.."
If his face wasn't already red, Carl would have blushed at the pet name. "Well,
I was probably attracted to you the whole time, ever since we met. And
especially since the prison... I was really worried about you while me and dad
were separated from you guys. Thought I'd never see you again."
The man chuckled. "Me too... Sleep well, Carl."
"Sweet dreams Daryl."
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