A/N:Ugh so this is the second time I've had to do this chapter. Here it is, enjoy.
Chapter: 4
The cool fall breeze on her face woke Carol. Yesterday's events started to flood her mind and she went to stretch when she realized there was a hand splayed on her flat stomach holding her to a strong chiseled body behind her. She looked down at the familiar hand and felt a blush rise to her cheeks. It was Daryl behind her. Holding her. She knew it was wrong, but she wiggled a little bit back into his warm embrace. She had and attraction for the sexy hunter since the group had banded together back at the quarry about a year ago. There was something about the mean tempered man, even back then, that drew her to him. She sighed and was about to get up when one of his hand moved from her stomach to her breast and began kneading it. Oh Gods that feels so good! It took everything in Carol to not arch her back and moan vey loudly. There was just a thin piece of material separating his hand from her bare beast and she could feel her nipples start to stiffen.
Apparently he felt it too because he then took her nipple in between his thump and forefinger and began rolling, pulling, and tweaking it. She knew it was wrong, he was most likely asleep, he wouldn't ever look her way otherwise, but it felt so damn good! She had never felt this way before. Liquid fire began in the pit of her belly begging to come out. By now were underwear was drenched. She had never been so aroused before. Even before things turned south in her and Ed's relationship. He hands felt like magic on her body, turning her into putty. All rational thought flew out of her mind as he began working on her other breast. She was wound tight and felt like she would explode any second. Her breath was now coming out in short bursts as she tried to keep herself quiet and still. She knew she was tense, but if she relaxed, she would lose complete control of her body.
Daryl was having the most vivid, life like dream he had ever experienced in his entire life. He was laying behind Carol and she had pushed her ass into his crotch and he instantly became aroused. He moved his hand from her stomach where it lay to her perfect mounds and began cupping them and feeling them. Knowing if he were awake, he would never have a chance to ever do this. If the past was anything to go by, no woman wanted a dumb redneck. Merle had teased him restlessly about being a virgin. He had tried once, when he was 18, Merle had brought home one of the bar whores for him. They got as far as her taking off his pants before he pushed her away and bolted from the room. Fag. That's what Merle had called him. After that he just kept to himself, avoiding woman.
She was so soft and supple beneath his rough, calloused hands, fucking perfect. He ground his erection into her back and moaned deep in his throat. This woman, she was going to be the God damned death of him. He moved his hand to her other breast and began working on that one. He heard her breathing quicken into short pants and her body stiffen. His eyes shot open. This was not a dream! Oh no! What kind of animal was he? Just like that pig of a man her husband was, always taking from her, using her anyway he saw fit. He was just like that bastard in this moment.
Daryl shot off the ground, pulled on his shoes and crossbow and was off tearing through the woods in the next second. He couldn't face her right now, couldn't take her disappointment in him. She had trusted him, trusted him to keep her safe and he goes and does something like that! He slowed his pace and sat behind a tree, wishing for the earth to swallow him up whole. He couldn't take the shame and humiliation he was feeling. He glared down at the bulge in his pants. All his fucking fault. He heard a twig snap behind him and he jumped up quickly and had his crossbow off in an instant, aimed where he heard the sound come from.
Carol came out from behind a tree, her hands raised in attempt to soothe him, she meant no harm. "Daryl." All she said was his name and he could barely look at her, afraid to see the anger he knew to be there. She gently stepped forward and placed her hand on his cheek. He tried to pull away, but she placed her other one on the other cheek and held him fast."It's ok, I'm not mad. I know you were sleeping. I know I'm not the type of woman you'd wanna be with." Having said her peace, she turned to leave when he reached out for her.
He couldn't stand that she viewed herself that way. But he knew it was of no fault of her own. Daryl had heard the way her worthless husband had talked to her. Ugly, worthless, whore, stupid. It made him shake with rage when he thought about it. She was the complete opposite of that. All he could do was shake his head at her. The words were stuck in his throat, refusing to come out. It was almost painful. He just pulled her to him and hugged her tightly. He was never one for touching let alone displays of affection, but with the woman wrapped in his arms, it was always a losing battle. She could probably tell him to run into a herd of geeks and he'd fucking do it. He placed a chaste kiss on her forehead and stepped out of the embrace. "Come on, we gotta get ya back to camp 'for the others comma lookin' for ya. I gotta hunt." He grabbed her hand in his and together they made the small trek back to camp. They made it back as everyone was starting to stir, besides Glenn and Maggie who were already up on watch.
As soon as they hit the line of trees surrounding the small clearing they had claimed for the night, he let go of her hand. She turned and nodded at him as he turned to go back into the woods. He lifted the corner of his mouth in a small half smile for her and took off. Carol made herself busy with scrounging up something for breakfast and looking through their supplies. Their find yesterday had been one of the best they had come across since they left the farm all those weeks ago. She decided on oatmeal. There were only 4 packets but she added 2 cans of peaches to it and it was enough for everyone. She made sure to put a little aside for Daryl for when he got back from his hunt. They were going to be in the clearing for at least another day so she decided she would go look for some fire wood so she could cook whatever Daryl managed to bring back.
She had just stood up when she felt someone behind her. She turned around and came face to chest with T-Dog. She smiled at him, "Hello T-Dog. Can I help you with anything?"
He returned the smile. "No, but where you 'bout to head off to?"
"I was just on my way to get some fire wood."
"By yourself, girl I don't think so, Daryl would skin us alive if he knew we let you go off alone again. Come on I'll go with you." Before she had time to argue, he was already heading to the woods. So she simply shrugged and followed suit.
A/N: So This probably a bad spot to end this chapter, I could probably make it longer, but I am just so frustrated that I had to do basically the whole thing over again, I like parts of this one better, but overall I liked the first one better... Grr.. But here it is. The next chapter should be where the M rating comes in. Please review! Much love!