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Carol felt him thrust hard into her. She gasped at how much she felt his need for her in that thrust. God, she wanted this. She had waited to so long, been so loyal, and she'd been so patient with Daryl. But Carol couldn't wait any longer, deep down she knew she deserved more. She'd loved Daryl for so long, she'd held him up and strengthened him in her belief of his honor. Even when he had abandoned her for his brother...Carol had smiled and forgiven him. She was tired. Tired of being the strong one. Tired of being the one who felt LUCKY to be with him.
Everyone adored Daryl, held him up, sacrificed to save him. Even Carol had done it. Yet, still he'd given into Rick when she'd been banished. Never even questioning him. She was tired of waiting and making excuses for him. Waiting to be touched by Daryl. Waiting to be loved by Daryl. The last straw had being hearing Beth languish praise onto him when the prison fell.
So, when HE thrust hard into her again. Letting his desire for her be known, through every one of his touches, kisses, and heartbeats that he wanted her and only her...she fell into his arms. Carol knew HE saw her for the woman she was... and the woman she would become. Carol had never felt so desired by a man in her entire life.
Carol felt him suckle her breasts. She rocked forward onto him. She groaned at the heat he created between her legs. He knew that she didn't love him. Not like she loved Daryl, but he believed that given some time...he would prove he was worthy of her love. How long had she given Daryl? He wasn't stupid. He wasn't emotionally stunted like Daryl. He would fuck her and love her...every second, of everyday, for the rest of Carol's life if she'd let him.
"You're beautiful." he whispered into her ear as he thrust up into her. Carol whimpered, god she needed to hear that. Carol was broken and tired of being strong for others.
"Fuck me." she whispered back. Tears entering her eyes. How did this man in front of her fully accept all her mistakes in the past, her weaknesses, yet fully loved, wanted her and put her first? Carol was his number one priority. There was no conflict with his feelings of brotherly love for Rick. No emotional damage that prevented HIM from his desire for touching her.
She lifted her hips and met him thrust for thrust. He smashed his lips on hers. Carol whimpered. Her heart split between what she needed, and what she wanted...
HE looked into her eyes and he knew he would never be worthy. Carol looked into his eyes and thought he just might be...
Silently, Daryl watched them, letting the dark hide him...his jaw tightened...
Should I continue this? Not even sure. What do you guys think? Let me know...
UPDATE: I wrote this man as a mystery guy throughout the story. Guests have complained that is childish and stupid that I don't give a name. The purpose is to allow the reader some freedom of their own imagination and creativity within this story. If this upsets you, then this story isn't for you...but you're missing a hell of a version of Carol. :)