It wasn't even an hour later that Carol stopped driving. Just put the car in park, right there in the middle of the dirt road. It wasn't like there were any rules to follow anymore.
She sat stone faced for a moment, staring straight ahead into the nothingness. Then she slammed her hands against the dashboard and broke down crying.
"Hay," Daryl said quietly. He reached for her, putting an arm around her shaking shoulders. "C'mere."
She threw herself against him as much as she could in the close quarters, clutching at his shirt and sobbing into him. "You know?"
"I know."
That made her cry even harder.
"Sssh, sshh," he soothed, pulling her against his chest and tucking her head under his chin. He sat silently for awhile then, just letting her cry.
Long moments stretched before she straightened herself up and slid across the seat against the driver's side door, wiping the tears from her eyes with the back of her hand. "Why did you come for me?"
He sat facing her with his back against the passenger's side door, looking down and fidgeting with his hands for a moment before he answered, "Ya really don't know?"
She blinked, tried to digest what he was telling her without really telling her. It was all too much, so she leaned forward and pressed her lips carefully against his. She fully expected him to pull away in confusion, but she wanted to do it, so she did.
He froze for a moment, then gripped her shoulders firmly as he began to kiss her back, running his tongue along her bottom lip.
She parted her lips and he somewhat sloppily pushed his tongue in. Nearly two years of wondering what it would be like to taste every part of his mouth took over and she pushed back, letting her fingers get tangled in his hair.
She leaned further into him as they kissed, pressing him flush against the door and he made a sound something like a little whimper. She paused, pulled back slightly. "You alright?"
"Mmm, yeah," He said with a slight smile. "Don't have much experience, but I think the tradit'nl place for this is the back seat."
She looked at him with wide eyes. "But-but the walkers…"
He shrugged. "Ain't seen any activity for miles. 'Sides, we'll hear 'em before they see us. Up to you."
She nodded vigorously, her hand already reaching behind her to undo the latch on the door.
She crawled into the back seat and was met with frantic kisses all over her face. She closed her eyes, leaning her head back.
He lowered his lips to her neck, the hairs on his chin scraping against her sensitive skin.
"Hey, that tickles," she murmured, eyes still closed.
"Good to know," he replied, sucking softly on her collar bone. He tugged her cardigan aside, slowly slipping it off her shoulders.
"Daryl…" she breathed as he continued his exploration, dipping his tongue into her pulse point and causing her to shiver slightly.
"What do you want?" He asked, rubbing his hands up and down her arms.
"You," she whispered. "It's always been you." She opened her eyes to look at him. "What do you want?"
He didn't answer, at least not with words spoken out loud. Instead he just looked back at her, eyes wide, with an expression on his face that she didn't quite recognize. She tilted his head up to kiss him again and he eagerly obliged, slipping his tongue past her lips and kissing her thoroughly.
He leaned forward as they kissed, gently lowering her onto the seat of the car until he was practically on top of her. "This alright?" He asked.
She nodded wordlessly, adjusting to welcome his warm weight and wrapping her arms around his back to pull him closer. She could feel his reaction to their making out on her hip and she shifted against him.
He groaned softly at the contact and moved his thigh between her legs.
His hands were everywhere then, slowly wandering over her body, groping at her breasts and sliding down her stomach as she shivered under his touch.
She couldn't get her hands on him fast enough and she fumbled for a few agonizing seconds with his belt buckle.
"You want me on top?" He asked.
She nodded, laying back against the seat and he crawled over her, kissing her softly.
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"Holy fuckin' shit," he murmured. "You alright?"
She smiled softly at that and he lay back on the seat, pulling her on top of him.
"Do you think any walkers heard us?" She asked as she settled against him, her fingers idly tracing the tattoo on his chest.
"I don't care if the whole fuckin' world heard us," He admitted with a chuckle. "Nah, we're fine."
"We should get going soon though," she said.
"Alright. Where to?"
She shrugged. "I don't know."
"We'll stop on the way, get some gas and supplies," He said. "Then we can go wherever you want."
She chewed on her bottom lip thoughtfully. "You'll miss things from back there. People."
He nodded. "Yeah, probly. But I'm with the thing I'd be missin' the most," he assured her, pressing a soft kiss on her temple.
"It's not going to be easy," she told him, her brows furrowed.
"Well, no one said it was gonna be." He tapped lightly on her shoulder and sat up. "Come on now. We'd best get goin' to where we gotta go."