I would just like to thank everyone for their lovely reviews on the last chapter, and also to those who Favorited and followed the story. I had hoped to get this out quicker but i picked up extra shifts at work so was busier than expected. I really hope this chapter is as enjoyed as the last one was. Thanks again for reading. Much Love J.x
Daryls POV
Daryl was sitting with Glenn on the lower level of the cells, he actually was really enjoying the young asians company.
Glenn was letting him in on his past and had some really funny stories from his time as a pizza delivery boy, he was surprised at the Glenn before the shit
hit the fan.
He had to hand it to the guy, he told an amusing story.
It had been a long time since Daryl had just sat and enjoyed someone else's company other than Carols.
Playing with a piece of ripped material on his jeans, he felt that familiar feeling was over him.
She was watching him again, he always knew when her eyes were on him.
He seemed to feel it in his skin, he wasn't sure why she watched him, he just knew he liked it!
If he turned to look at her now he knew she's get that familiar flush in her skin, like she was embarrassed to be caught.
Glenn had slid over to talk to Hershel so Daryl took the opportunity to eye her back.
He leaned back against the wall, tilting his head back and closing his eyes just enough so he could peer through his lashes.
Yeah she was definitely staring, she was supposed to be reading but the book was practically in her lap.
And fuck she was biting at her bottom lip again, watching her mouth the thought how much he wanted to bite the hell out of those lips.
He'd had dreams where he had pinned her to the wall, her arms over her head pinning her wrists and he was making a meal out of that mouth of hers.
Licking his own lips at the thought, and having to shift a bit in his seat as he tried to control his thoughts.
If he wasn't fucking careful the traitor in his pants would give him away and he didn't want anyone sticking their nose in his business.
He couldn't deal with that shit!
This whole Carol thing was way out of his comfort zone, the hell if he knew where all these feelings came from. His brother would be calling him some kinda
pussy for thinkin about her the way he did.
All he knew is from the moment she picked up that pickaxe and swung it at that fucker of a husbands head, he wanted to protect her.
It was the look in her eyes, and in her face, all the emotions that went through her in that moment he knew he didn't want her feeling that way again.
And then she lost Sophia, which would haunt him for the rest of his life.
He wanted so much to find that little girl, he had felt so much guilt and helplessness that he had pretty much been a dickhead to her to cover how he actually
felt.
The way he spoke to her and the things he said filled him with shame, but she was saying things like "She didn't want to lose him too" and hell no one had
ever said shit like that to him before.
He just didn't know how to accept the fact that she cared, but she persisted, damn the woman had persisted.
Always following him, checking on him, giving him food.
Then there was the contact, the time she kissed him on the cheek, where the fuck had that come from.
He didn't have no one kissin and touchin him, he wasn't used to it, didn't think he ever would get used to it.
But now he looked for the contact, even if it was when she bumped his shoulder with hers, the rush that he felt was unreal.
It was crazy, she didn't even have to touch him to make him feel that way, just one look at her face, seeing that smile, the one he knew she saved only for him.
Hell if that rocked his world!
And those eyes they were like pools of Aquamarine, so bright and sparkling, and how they lit up when she saw him.
Groaning inwardly he thought "Fuck, I'm screwed!"
Opening his eyes he looked straight at her and smiled, and as he had known she would she blushed furiously and gave him an awkward smile.
He watched as she jumped to her feet, stretched a little then collected her things.
Announcing that she was going for a shower, she glanced at him one last time and left the room.
Daryl didn't know why but he felt the urge to go after her, talk to her, see if she needed anything.
He didn't find her in her cell so she must have made her way to the shower block already.
Hoping he'd catch her before she went in he cursed when she wasn't in the corridor.
He could hear her humming a little tune to herself so he knew she was in there.
Slowly making his way to the entrance of the room he heard the spray from the shower.
Thinking he should just go back and find her in her cell later, he about turned around but something stopped him.
He heard her voice again, she wasn't speaking or singing, she was panting.
He felt the need to see if she was with someone else, and he heard it again she was moaning, it was faint but the sound made his cock jump in his pants.
He got to the rooms entrance and there she was alone in the shower, seeing her silhouette through the shower curtain which was close to see through.
He saw her hands sweeping over her breasts, her head falling back,"Shit" he thought to himself she was touching herself.
Backing up into the darkened corner of the corridor he leaned into the wall, he had a great view.
Although he felt like a dick for watching her, he just couldn't walk away.
He was suddenly aware that he was rock hard in his pants, stroking his hand over the bulge straining at the material.
He chewed on his thumb, he wanted to go in that room, take her in his arms and have her screaming with ecstasy because of him.
But he knew he didn't have the nerve, that was crossing boundaries they were nowhere near.
So he unfastened his pants, he wore no boxers so he slipped his hand inside and freed is aching cock.
As he heard her panting getting louder and faster he started stroking his length, watching as she moved a hand to between her legs.
What he would give to be in there right now, to have her in his arms, his hand parting those sweet lips, to be the one to make her cum.
His hips bucked at the thought and he was feeling that familiar pulse throbbing through him causing him to quicken his strokes.
Intoxicated by the sounds she was making had him on the edge, then she suddenly cried out his name.
He stood frozen, aching cock in his hands, his eyes wide and unbelieving.
His mind reeled "She was getting the fuck off thinking about his ass, that shit was hot"!
Slowly picking up where he left off, knowing he was in her head he pounded his length wanting that sweet release before her.
Heat rushing through is whole body, he bit his other had to keep from making any noise, his cum spilling over his hand.
He let out a quiet growl and sagged against the wall, taking the red rag from his pocket he cleaned himself up and fastened his pants back up.
Her panting was more frequent and he could see she was leaning against the wall for support, crying out his name once more he knew she had found her
release.
Stepping back as she got out of the shower not wanting to be seen, Carol stepped out of his line of sight.
Daryl rubbed his head and tried to process everything that had just happened "Does this mean she likes me?", "She was cumming and saying my name, shit!"
his head was spinning.
He decided that he really needed to talk to her and try to feel out the situation.
He knew he'd never have the spine to ask her straight out how she felt, "Fuck this is gonna suck" he thought as he pressed his fingers into his closed eyes.
Hearing her move about he looked over to where Carol had headed and he saw her making her way over to one of the full length mirrors that hung on the wall.
Still wrapped in her towel, he watched her, she was a beautiful sight.
Her hair was still wet and her long neck glistened from droplets of water falling from her curls.
The urge to walk in and touch her was strong but he stayed in his dark corner he leaned into the wall, he didn't want to risk being seen,
hell she'd kick his ass if she knew he was here!
Then the moment he had dreamed of for so many nights was happening right in front of him, she dropped her towel to the floor.
There she stood in all her naked glory, a sight that he knew would be forever burned into his memory, she truly was a vision.
He knew he was standing there with a fucking goofy as hell look on his face but this was unreal, he felt as if he was in a dream, his very own fantasy land.
She was facing the mirror so he had a side on view, he greedily took in the curves of her body from the swell of her breasts, her flat tones stomach to her
perfectly pert ass.
She was nothing like he had imagined, this was an upgrade.
She always hid herself under too many ill-fitting clothes, now he had seen the real thing he knew he'd never be able to get this picture of her out of his mind.
Then he realised that she was just standing there, staring at herself, she had been for a few minutes.
That was when he saw her lips curl into a small smile, smiling too his chest swelled "Yeah woman, your real pretty" he thought.
He always noticed that she put herself down a lot and couldn't take a compliment if anyone gave her one.
She lowered her head then, and her smile vanished in a flash.
Daryl frowned wondering why the change in her mood, his gaze on her more intense, watching her face.
Her right hand moved up to her collarbone, her fingers grazing over her skin.
He took a deep breath and rolled his eyes "Aww fuck, please don't be touching yourself again", feeling like she was driving him crazy on purpose.
But the look on her face worried him, her expression was all wrong.
The only thing he saw in her face now were worry lines and a look of pain he hadn't seen since Sophia.
He wondered what she was looking at and why she seemed so serious all of a sudden, then it hit him.
She was scrutinizing her body, she obviously had scars or marks from her past, that fucker Ed had a lot to answer for, it's just a god damn shame the asshole
was dead!
He felt like she was putting herself under the microscope, trying to find something that wasn't there.
All he could see was a strong, beautiful woman who was a born survivor.
And she obviously did not like what she was seeing as he noticed she had tears running down her face.
He felt a sharp pain in his chest, he hated to see her this way.
All he wanted to do was walk over to her and put his arms around her, he felt the urge to comfort her.
But he stood frozen in his hiding place, feeling every bit the peeping tom he had become.
Hearing a small sob escape from her lips almost had him on the move but he something compelled him to keep watching.
She was at her stomach now, and was more or less crying freely. She twisted slightly to get a better look at what had caught her attention and he caught sight
of her scars.
It was nowhere near as bad as the ones he had on his back as they were longer and thicker, these were dark red, almost curved and raised.
He wondered how she had got those and how hurt she had been, all he wanted to do now was to press his lips to them and make them feel pleasurable.
Hearing her groan slightly, she looked like she had broken herself from her scrutiny as she bent down to pick up her towel.
Daryl tried to analyze everything he had just witnessed, he didn't understand why she seemed so worried when she looked at her body.
Everything he had seen he wanted to see again, he wanted to explore with his hand, his lips and his tongue.
But he had a feeling he had his work cut out for him now that he had seen her obvious issue with her body.
He also knew that was an issue he could relate to because he didn't know how he was going to react if and when he had to undress in front of her, no one had
ever seen his back before but Merle.
He knew she wasn't a cold heartless person but if she recoiled from him when she saw his body he didn't think he could take it.
But then maybe she'd be able to look past their scars, if he could show her that he didn't care, that it just proved they were survivors then maybe she could
start to look past them.
He just had to get himself to be secure enough to think like that too, he guessed it was easier said than done.
Carol was now out of sight again and Daryl saw this as his opportunity to sneak away unseen.
Then he heard the smash of glass from the huge empty room, it came booming down the corridor.
Without even thinking he ran into the room, luckily he had his boots on as there was glass everywhere.
And kneeling in amongst all of the broken shards of glass looking like a fragile rabbit caught in some headlights was Carol, her eye's all puffy and red looking at
him in horror!
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