I got the bug for this one shot after two very lovely ladies (SOA loving mom on here and llcad on tumblr) were kind enough to write pieces for my prompt of rough outdoor Caryl smut. Their writing was so good I felt cheesy for them writing what I was afraid to get out of my own head. So here is my version as a thank you to them.

WARNING: This has INTENSE sexual situations including light bondage. I have tried to make it VERY clear that Carol is a more than willing participant and in fact takes control verbally at times. This is after they have a very established relationship.

I wish to thank Silvercreekdaddy for assisting me in my research. ;-)

Daryl pulled Carol behind him through the underbrush, her hand tightly in his fist. She ran, struggling to keep up. She stumbled once but recovered before he could turn fully to make sure she was ok.

"Ya..."

"Yes, I'm fine!" she assured him, pushing him forward with her free hand "Just get us where ever we're headed."

He hit the trail again. She had to know what he wanted or else she wouldn't be urging him on like this. It was that big fucker Tyreese's fault. Daryl had put up with his easy smile and smooth talk for the groups sake but today he pushed him too fuckin far. Carol hadn't noticed the the rip in her jeans when she put them on in the dim light of their cell this morning, or how she had gained enough weight for her breasts to be very noticable under that damned red tank top without a bra. This wasn't her fault, Daryl wasn't angry with her. But that sumbitch Tyreese...it was either take her out here for this or split the whole group when he put an arrow in that man's eye.

Daryl had been sitting in the common area finishing up his breakfast as Carol stood at the counter dishing out food to the Woodbury people. Tyreese had still been three people back in the line when Carol had dropped the ladle she was using and bent over to pick it up off the floor. The rip in her jeans was directly below her right ass cheek. It was only about an inch long, basically a place where the fabric had been worn clean through, not a real tear. But it was enough. Daryl saw the man's eyes go big at the edge of her pink panties and the dark brown freckle that resided just below them and then all he could see was red. She was HIS! He had mapped that fucking freckle with his TONGUE only two nights before. Before he could move from his table to her side she had the ladle and was standing up. Then to add insult to injury that big asshole had raked his eyes downward again, getting what Daryl knew was an eyeful of her breasts through the gaping neckline of her top. He couldn't really remember getting her from the kitchen to the hallway outside their cell, just a dim memory of yelling for Beth to take Carol's place as he pulled her behind him. He had given her two words before he stepped in to throw a couple things into his pack and grab his bow.

"Don't. Move."

They were at their destination now. He stopped short and she crashed into his back. He knew this tree looked just like all the other ones to her, but not to him. A week ago he had sat below this same pine as he waited for a buck he'd been tracking to pass. His mind had wondered as he waited, he had even stood and pulled on the base of the broken branch above his head, testing it's strength and height to see if it would hold... But then he had shook his head. No way could he do something like that with her, TO her, no matter how much he wanted it or her for that matter. She was too good, too perfect.

That was last week though, before Tyreese and his motherfuckin wondering eyes and hands that twitched like they wanted to follow right behind them. It was either this or murder.

Daryl dropped his pack next to the tree but kept his bow on his back. He turned, grabbing Carol around her waist and pushed her against the tree, trapping her body beneath his. Her hands immediately went to his face, pulling him to her lips but he grabbed both her wrists in his left hand and pinned them to the bark above her head.

"Daryl..."

"Ya trust me?" the question came out low, sounding almost obscene.

She didn't hesitate. "Totally...I'm yours."

He groaned at her words, it was like she could read the red haze soaked mess that was his mind right now. He pressed his forehead to hers, searching her eyes as he asked. "Ya know I won't hurt ya?"

"You can't. You love me."

His breath hitched. She knew him so well, inside and out. One last question, "Ya know I ain't pissed at you?"

"Yes. Now," she looked up at him with eyes so full of want that it scared him a little. "get on with it. I want it, whatever it is."

He felt his whole body go up in flames at her words. There would be no stopping now. He moved his right hand to his belt buckle, the metal clanging as he flipped it open and slid the whole thing through the loops. He brought it to her wrists and bound them in a knot that he knew from years of experience setting snares would keep them still without causing pain. She laid her head back on the bark, watching him through half lidded eyes, letting him have his way gladly. He hitched the knot of the belt up and over the base of the broken branch, pulling back until the square of the buckle was against the tree on top and her hands and wrists were safely under the thick branch. He needed them out of his way.

He pressed his body to hers and brought his lips to her ear as he slipped the bow off his back.

"Keep yer eyes closed and don't move yer hands till I tell ya."

She nodded and obeyed, her breath coming in short pants already.

Daryl took a step back and to the side. He lifted the bow higher than usual, taking a moment to double check the close shot and to confirm her eyes were closed and hands still tucked under the safety of the oak. The arrow flew and struck home with a satisfying thunk, quivering in the knot of the belt, effectively pinning Carol to the tree.

He slipped the bow to the ground, still within a milliseconds reach just in case they got interrupted. The ravine and ledge that bordered this grove protected it well from walkers, but he wasn't taking any chances, especially with Carol pinned down like she was.

"Good girl," he growled lasciviously, "all done." He was on her before she could fully open her eyes, mouth crushing hers as his hips dug his erection into her heat. One hand went for the buck knife at his waist while the other fisted the neckline of that damn red tank top. Carol whimpered and he smirked as he pulled away. The last time he had heard that sound was in their cell two nights ago, even though it had been muffled then because her thighs had been pressed to his ears as he worked. She wasn't afraid of him now anymore than she was then. The only thing that she feared was that he would stop.

"Don't like that big fucker wantin what's mine darlin'." Daryl pressed the knife down, reveling in the purr of the fabric parting under it's razor sharp edge. He watched as her breasts were revealed, his mouth watering when her nipples tightened as soon as the cool air touched them.

"Me neither, baby."

His head snapped up, meeting Carol's smirk with wide eyes. Fuck, she was planning on doing her part in this. Good.

He looked back down as he skimmed the blunt side of the blade down her quivering stomach. She moaned and then he dipped the knife lower and flicked his wrist. The button to her jeans flipped off, forever lost on the forest floor. The gut hook on the end of the blade snagged her zipper and pulled it down.

"Gonna hav'ta go on a run and get ya some new pants. WITHOUT holes in'em."

"Looks like it..."

Daryl chuckled darkly as he knelt at her feet. He ran his free hand firmly between her legs, smirking as she bucked into it. He didn't repeat the action, just let his fingers continue under and then back up her ass until he hooked them into her waistband and pulled. Carol wiggled her hips and then toed off her boots so he could strip the jeans from her legs. He returned the knife back against her skin, carefully sliding it under the string on her hip from her bikini panties. She spoke before he could.

"We wouldn't want anybody knowing what color panties your property wears, would we?"

Daryl growled and pressed his forehead to her stomach, eyes closed as her scent overtook him.

"Damn, darlin', your killin' me here."

After a second he drew back and watched his knife work, making sure to keep the sharp edge away from her tender alabaster skin. There was a dull pop, then another as both sides of elastic gave way and the offending underwear fell at their feet as he jammed the knife in the tree beside her hip.

"Much bet..."

Carol's words died in a surprised squeak as Daryls hands pinned her hips against the tree, the bark digging into her ass. He squinted up at her, his intensity returned.

"Tell me who you belong to."

She returned his heady gaze despite the excited tremors in her legs.

"You. Only you."

He cocked an eyebrow and began to trace his tongue over her hips, moving down to her inner thighs as his palms pressed him open. She dug her toes into the dirt trying to angle her core to his mouth but he drew back shaking his head.

"Tell me."

"You, I said. YOU!"

Daryl leaned forward and slipped Carol's legs over his broad shoulders one at a time. He was careful to keep her weight on him and off her arms pinned to the tree, using them only to keep her balanced against the trunk. He gripped her hips and dug his tongue in, ruthlessly assaulting her clit. She shrieked, the intensely different position strumming her senses just as much as the actions of his talented mouth. Just as she felt the muscles in her belly clenching, readying for her release, he stilled and she heard him murmur as the vibrations from his words made her squirm.

"Tell me who you belong to. THE NAME!"

Carol was nearly sobbing, her body no longer her own, completely at his whim as her feet dangled over the muscles of his back.

"Please...you baby...Daryl...the only man...to ever make me come...Daryl FUCKING DIXON!" Her last pleas rose to cries of pleasure as he snarled and then sucked hard on the engorged bead he had his lips over. Hearing that word on her lips for the first time, as she claimed herself as his, was what he had needed since that morning at breakfast, maybe his whole life. She had lost every bit of control, not even lost it just handed it over to him without a thought, trusting him with what he believed was the most precious thing in that world.

Her legs were still jerking when he slipped them down his arms. He kept her trapped between his body and the tree as he rose and then shoved his hands between them to free himself from his pants. She was pulling her legs apart for him even before he grabbed her ass and hitched her up against him. She angled her hips just so and he slid home, her wet and heat more intense than he had ever known it.

Coherent thought, even a sense of rhythm left his mind as he bucked mindlessly. The rage that heated his blood earlier had boiled away to leave pure blinding want, a need for a depth of connection he had yet to know. Daryl dug his boots into the earth as he leaned into her. Carol bowed her back to give him a better angle and that was it. He hit a physical and emotional high that left him crying out into her shoulder, unintelligible syllables that spoke volumes to her soul.

Daryl came back to himself slowly, the tree holding their spent bodies upright now that both their feet were on the ground. Before he could find the strength to lift his head he brought his hand above them to jerk the arrow out of the belt and tree and throw it to the ground. He unhooked her wrists from the broken branch and brought them over his own head before collapsing gracelessly on the ground with an "oof". Carol giggled from where she had landed on his chest.

He looked down at her confused "Wha-?"

"I really hope you have some clothes for me in that bag."

Daryl chuckled. "Course I do, I ain't stupid."

He motioned for her hands and she brought them down to his chest so he could unbind them. He kissed the insides of her wrists gently, relieved that the knot had stayed true and left no lasting marks. He slipped the tatters of the tank top from her shoulders and ran his hands over her upper arms lovingly.

"Your shoulders okay? I'm sorry if..."

Carol cut him off. "Daryl, I'm fine. You were very careful, alright. Don't apologize for something we both needed."

Daryl into her eyes and nodded, confident in what he saw there. She was telling the truth.

He dug her clothes out of his bag and pulled his knife out of the tree as she dressed in the quiet. Before he shouldered his bow he drove that arrow back into the broken branch. Even if they never repeated what they had shared that day he wanted to mark the place it had happened.

They walked back to the prison hand in hand, confident that they each belonged to the other and no one else, heart and soul.

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