I had no intention of adding another part to this story, but this idea came to me while I was in Church. That's bad isn't it? Considering what this chapter is mostly about. It's nothing graphic at all, because it's me. I don't write sex and I don't ever plan on writing it. This may be as close as I get, so I hope you all like it. Keep in mind this is me getting out of my comfort zone a little bit! :)

This part can be seen as a second chapter to Lost Puppy or a stand alone, whatever you want to see it as!

Enjoy!

Carol was surprised to find herself up before Daryl. She knew that he was on early riser; usually he got up before the sun and went out to hunt.

Searching blindly for her shirt and bra, they were around here somewhere; she briefly wondered if she had worn him out last night. The thought brought a smile to her face. Last night had been wonderful.

With her back turned away from the bunk, she reached behind her to clasp her bra back on but was surprised to feel calloused fingers clasping it for her instead.

"Where ya goin', woman?" Daryl had silently slid up behind her.

She shivered, as his lips danced down her neck and nipped lightly on her shoulder. His hands wrapped around her waist and rested on her abdomen, his fingers drumming against the smooth skin there.

"I was going to..." She closed her eyes and had to take a deep breath, when his hands began to move upwards, leaving fiery trails in their wake. "I was going to get breakfast to whoever was on watch."

"The sun ain't even up yet." His body pressed against her back and her pulse began to quicken when she felt that he hadn't put any clothes on yet. Her fingers itched to unclasp her bra and hop back into bed with him, but she had to go to the watch tower before that could happen. She had someone to talk to there. Someone to thank for this.

"I was going to give them something to eat now, so when they came off watch they could go straight to bed." She turned around and faced him, wrapping her arms around his neck. "I always did it for you."

"Yeah, tha' was before ya was mine." He nipped at her collarbone. "And I ain't done with ya yet. So, get ya ass back in bed."

He began to drag her back to the bunk, and would have too if she hadn't remembered why she wanted to take breakfast to the watchtower.

"I can't." She pushed gently on his naked chest. "I'll be back soon, though." She gave him a quick kiss. "Promise."

She quickly threw on the rest of her clothes, while Daryl watched her from the bed. With one last smile, she left the cell and began to head towards the little makeshift kitchen they had set up in the large dining area.

She opened the door to the watchtower, the squeak alerting the woman on duty that she was there.

"Hey, Carol." The woman smiled, meeting her halfway.

Carol smiled back. "Hey, Karen." She held out the bowl of semi-warm oatmeal. "I brought you some breakfast."

Karen took the bowl and immediately dug in. "Thank you. I was starving." She shoveled the oatmeal into her mouth as she walked back to the rail to look out over the yard.

Carol joined her, pulling her cardigan around her a little tighter. The morning chill making her shiver and wanting to go back to lying next to Daryl in bed. That wouldn't have been possible if it wasn't for the woman beside her. If it hadn't been for this woman, Daryl would still be sleeping on the top bunk and she would have been by herself on the one below.

"I just wanted to thank you." She turned and looked at the young woman standing beside her.

Karen smirked, setting the empty bowl on the concrete floor beside her. "I take it our little plan worked, then?"

The plan that they spoke of had formed a week prior. Karen had noticed the way Carol and Daryl seemed to dance around each other and she had asked if they were together. After Carol had answered in the negative, clearly disappointed by it, she had decided that she was going to get them together. She had mentioned it to Carol and of course, she was all for it. She had loved Daryl for a long time.

Carol had suggested that Karen follow Daryl around and show interest in him, knowing that would make him uncomfortable. She also knew he would come to her for help, not liking the unwanted attention. Everything else fell into place. She had kissed him, he had obviously liked it and he had come back to kiss her again.

She blushed. "It more than worked." She chuckled softly. "I didn't want to leave my bed this morning." Our bed, she added silently.

"Oh shit, Carol!" Karen wrapped an arm around the older woman's shoulders and pulled her close, almost like giving her a hug. "Our plan more than worked! So, how was he? How did it all start? Was it good? I need answers!"

Carol looked over at the woman who had become such a good friend in the few days she had known her and smiled. "Well, last night, after I first kissed him when you walked in, he was in our cell and he grabbed me and kissed me. Things...escalated from there."

"So, how was he in bed?" She winked. "I bet he was an animal!"

Carol's blushed deepened. Never had she shared such personal information with any other woman. Sure, she had joked around at the quarry but that was with an object, not a man. She hadn't had a man back then, not a real one anyways. Daryl was a real man, in every sense of the word and the things he had done to her last night...

"He was a little...awkward, the first time, but it still felt wonderful. The second time, though-"

"Wait, twice?!" Karen laughed. "You lucky, bitch!" She smiled, to let her know she hadn't meant anything by the name.

Carol nodded with a huge smile, deciding that she wasn't going to tell her about the third time that was most assuredly going to happen when she got back to their cell and him.

"Now, tell me about this second time." Karen leaned against the railing, all thoughts of actually keeping a look out gone.

Carol sighed, happily, remembering it. "The second time was amazing. He made me feel like a woman, like I was special. Like I was loved. I've never-" Tears pricked her eyes, but she blinked them back. "I've never felt like that before."

This time, Karen actually pulled her into the hug. Carol had talked to her about Ed on one occasion and she had wanted to kill him. Maggie and Beth were her family, but for some reason she felt she could tell this woman everything.

"I'm so glad you found someone like him, Carol." She pulled back and looked at her friend. "You deserve him and he deserves you. You both deserve each other."

"Thank you." Carol wiped away the few tears that had managed to slip from her eyes. "I think I'm going to tell him of our little plan today. Maybe he'll stop giving you dirty looks."

Karen laughed. "If looks could kill... I'd be a biter." She gently shoved Carol towards the door. "I think you've been up here long enough. I bet he's waiting for you." She winked again.

"He is." She turned and looked at her friend one last time before leaving the tower. "I'll talk to you later, okay?"

"Hmm, we'll see about that. You might not want to leave that bed anytime soon."

Carol hid a smile as she descended the stairs. Karen was probably right about that. Stepping into the dawn, she headed back to the cellblock and back to him.

Standing in the doorway of her and Daryl's cell, she couldn't help but feel disappointment. Daryl was lying on his side, back to the door, with the blankets bunched at his waist and clearly fast asleep.

So, much for that third time.

She slipped off her shirt and pants and slid in quietly beside him. Maybe he would get up again before everyone else and they could still fool around.

Daryl suddenly rolled on top of her and kissed her hard. "'Bout fuckin' time ya got here, woman."

She giggled, happy that he was awake and wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer. "I wasn't gone that long."

"Long 'nough." He growled and tugged at her bra and then her panties. "Why are ya still wearin' these?"

"I thought you were sleeping."

"Hell no." He kneeled up and with two quick motions, she lay naked below him. "Told ya I wasn't finished with ya, yet."

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