A/N: Can't get these two out of my head obviously since this is my third fic in a week. Norman Reedus is as hot as that Georgia heat. This will be a steamy multi-chapter event. Reviews much appreciated.

"I ain't got all day! Come on, woman!" Daryl yelled at Carol. She rushed toward him, a herd of Walkers deep on her tail. He revved the motorcycle engine.

She jumped on, slid a hand around his waist and used her other hand to brace the pack on her back. She leaned into him as he pressed the metal to the pedal so to speak and they lurched forward, speeding out of the neighborhood they'd been scrounging in.

Carol nipped his earlobe and Daryl flinched.

"Stop," he hissed over the wind in their faces.

"That's what you get for yelling at me," she admonished him, grinning as she nuzzled the spot behind his ear.

"Woman, I swear I'm gonna …" he growled even as he leaned into her.

"What? You're going to do what?" she sweetly asked.

Daryl shook his head as he swatted her thigh. Carol giggled and rested her head against his back.

They arrived at the two-story house Rick had chosen for their family. It was back in the woods but not too far off the main road.

Carol hopped off and sauntered up the porch with the pack swaying. Daryl watched her retreating backside, a smirk on his face.

God, he loved that woman.


Everyone lounged around the dining table that evening, sitting on whatever they could, eating the meager meal of pinto beans and squirrel.

They had been squatting at this location for a week without many Walkers interfering but they knew that wouldn't last forever. There were too many humans holed up here not to cause a stink.

"How long do we get to stay here?" Carl asked in the silence, glancing up at his father. Rick reached out and squeezed his shoulder.

"Don't know, buddy," he said. Carl nodded and continued munching.

Lori shifted uncomfortably in her chair. The longer they traveled, the more she wondered if she was going to make it. Would the baby make it?

Carol gently touched her arm and smiled. Lori smiled back in thanks.

The winter was going to take a toll on them all if they didn't find something more permanent and stable.

"Who is up for a round of UNO?" Glenn called out. He and Maggie had discovered several card games during one of their runs and thought it would be a good way to keep everyone's mind off the drudgery.

Beth, Hershel and Carl all piped up as Maggie started passing out the cards. T-Dog volunteered to take first watch even though Carl tried to talk him into staying.

Having lost too many games previously, T-Dog shook his head; he'd rather take his chances with a Walker instead. Daryl chuckled at him, which earned him a glare.


The house had three bedrooms upstairs, so everyone had paired off in family units the first night.

By vote, the master bedroom had gone to Rick, Lori and Carl. The kids' bedroom with two twin beds had gone to Hershel, Beth, Maggie and Glenn. Daryl had offered to sleep on the couch in the living room so T-Dog could have the guest bedroom but T-Dog had rolled his eyes.

"You're kidding, right?" the black man had questioned. "And where do you propose Carol sleeps? With me?"

Carol had given both men a pouty look and crossed her arms.

"Nobody wants to sleep with me?" she asked in a fake whinny voice.

Even though he'd grown accustomed to her sharing his bedroll, Daryl still tried to hide his affection for Carol in public and never talked about it with no one. He especially didn't like to be cornered about sleeping arrangements even though everyone knew she was his.

Embarrassed, Daryl had given T-Dog the evil eye and hoisted his crossbow over his shoulder.

"Fine. You can have the couch," he grumbled. Carol had apologetically smiled at T-Dog, who gave her a small salute, and followed her man upstairs.


Lying in the darkness curled with her back against Daryl's side, Carol softly spoke. She could tell he was still awake.

"You think Rick will have us move soon?" she whispered.

"Prob'ly," he replied in a low voice. "Why?"

"No reason. I was thinking about it since Carl brought it up at dinner," she said, burrowing closer.

Daryl sighed and rolled on his side. He snaked an arm around her waist, brought her back flush with his chest, and buried his nose in her neck.

"Don't worry yer pretty head 'bout it," he muttered.

"I wasn't," she sassily replied. "I just wondered whether we will be lucky enough to get a bed next time."

"What'cher point, woman?" he gruffly asked.

Carol deliberately shifted her backside against him. Daryl growled and skimmed his hand down across her abdomen to her panty line and then lower.

She sucked in a breath, her eyes drifting shut, as he caressed her with a skillful hand while his lips moved across her neckline and shoulder. He pushed against her, the evidence of his desire hard against her backside.

It didn't take long for their clothes to hit the floor and their bodies to collide.

With consideration there were others just feet away, they willfully tried to mute their sounds, but it was difficult. Daryl had become an expert at making Carol's body hum.

Her hands clinched up and down his back muscles as his body rocked against hers in a slow but deliberate rhythm. In the dim light their eyes locked before his mouth crashed down on hers in an attempt to drown her moan as she crested. She in turn swallowed his own moan of release.

"I see whatcha mean," Daryl later huskily whispered as Carol sleepily wrapped herself around him under the blanket.