Chapter 4…..Rings and Tears
Well we give you a look into what happened when Daryl took Carol away. We wanted to give you some happiness. So here we go…..Thanks for all the reviews and love for this one, we are awestruck! Hugs! Soa and Vicki
-Darkest-
Gradually over the next few days, Martinez and Daryl worked on weaning Carol of the drugs. Rick had tried to talk to Daryl a few times , wanting to know what had happened, but Daryl wasn't willing to talk yet. He rarely left Carols side, only allowing Michonne and Martinez to be alone with her if he had to leave the room.
The physical damage was slowly healing for both of them, but the mental damage was taking longer.
Daryl, who had finally started to open up to others, refused to talk to anyone outside of Carol, Rick, Michonne and Martinez. He stood like a guard over Carol, a hand always touching her as if to assure himself she was safe and real.
Carol was withdrawn and quiet. She didn't speak other than to say Daryl's name or Michonne's. The brightness that was so much a part of her was shadowed, just gone. She didn't cry, didn't smile. Nothing but a shell of the kind and gentle woman she had been, only really aware of her surrounding when Daryl was with her.
Hershel having had a terrible thought asked, " Is there any possibility of pregnancy?"
"No, she had her tubes tied after Sophia." Michonne answered with a quiet voice.
Ricked turned to Daryl, " Do you think we could start bringing people she's familiar with to see her? It might help to snap her out of this and remind her she's safe and loved?"
"No men, she's not ready for that." Martinez reminded them.
Daryl, still sitting by the sleeping Carol, hand grasping hers, didn't look up to ask, "I don't know, Rick. She was closest to 'chonne here and she ain't talked to her yet. Who else is there?"
"I don't think Maggie or Beth would be a good choice, they love her, but this is just too much for my girls right now." Hershel added.
"What about Judith? Would she be safe with her?" Rick wanted to help his friend and sister, but didn't want to risk his daughter.
Martinez, not quite sure who Judith was asked, "Who's Judith?"
"My daughter, Carol was one of the main people who took care of her."
"Caro has a mother's heart, she should be fine with the little one."
Michonne, having listened to the men talk realized they didn't understand where Carol was currently at mentally "No. you need to get her out of here and used to others first. Daryl, we need to take her outside."
Plans were made to have areas cleared of everyone else so they could begin the process of bringing Carol back to them.
The first few trips outside, Daryl refused to let Michonne or any of the others to take her out alone. These were his friends, but he didn't trust any of them to keep her safe. He walked with her. Mostly in the silence they had always been able to share, holding her hand. Martinez followed, close enough to help if needed, but far enough back to give them privacy for the times Daryl would talk to Carol.
After a few more days they were sure Carol would be ok, Daryl finally felt safe enough to allow Michonne to walk with Carol alone.
"Hey, 'Chonne. Can ya walk with her tonight?"
"Yes, would love too."
'Best keep her safe."
"You know I will Daryl."
Martinez protested, "Wait a minute, I don't like this. I should go with them. What if Caro needs me for something?"
"Martinez, I think it's for the best if I take her alone. Maybe I can get her to talk to me if it's just us." Michonne really believed her best chance to get Carol to talk would be if they were alone.
Martinez, looked toward Daryl and knew Daryl was ok with this plan. If anyone understood how to get through to Carol, it was these two. After that thought, he nodded his head agreeing to the plan.
Daryl, using the softest tone he could, convinced Carol to get out of bed and put her shoes on. With his forehead pressed to hers, Daryl whispered "It's ok baby, Michonne will take you outside while I talk to Rick. I'll be right where you can see me. Remember and I love you."
He gave her a soft kiss, wrapped her in his poncho and placed her hand in Michonne's.
Carol kept her eyes locked to his as they left the cell.
Daryl turned to Rick, "We don't have much time, but I think I can tell you about it now. We need to be where I can see her though."
With that, Daryl and Rick walked out to the Basketball court.
Rick stood there waiting for him to start; Daryl's eyes were following Carol as she walked along with Michonne. He took a deep breath, looking over at Rick, "I think I can tell ya now."
-Darkest- (flashback)
Daryl couldn't remember being more nervous in his whole damn life. When they pulled up to the small farm house they used as a fall back spot Carol squeezed his waist before getting off. She smiled at him, "Why are we here? Trying to get me alone Dixon?"
Daryl blushed hard, grabbing the bags off the bike, "Stahp, come on we best get inside before we attract attention."
Carol smiled, walking up the stairs to the front door behind him, she made sure he saw her stare at his ass and he blushed again rolling his eyes, "After you."
Daryl groaned, "Will ya be serious, there could be walkers in here!"
Carol nodded, putting on a little pouty face, but then she took her knife out as he opened the door. He nodded to her and they did the sweep of the one bedroom house.
After they had secured the doors and made sure the bike was in a good spot if they had to leave fast, Carol set to throwing them together some cold dinner. She wasn't sure why they were there, they were supposed to go out looking for baby stuff for Jude, but Daryl had spent a good part of the day looking like he wanted to be somewhere else. She set her can of soup on the floor in front of her and looked at him, "Is everything alright? You've been off today."
Daryl nodded, his gut protesting the soup he was shoving into his mouth, but he had no fucking clue what he was doing. So eating seemed like the thing to do while he tried to figure out what the hell came next. "I'm fine, just tired of ya whining all day." He smirked at her and she knocked her shoulder into his.
Carol snickered, "I wasn't the one who got us lost." She pushed off the floor and went to get into their bags. When she bent over her heart shaped ass made his mouth water.
Daryl shook his head, he couldn't just jump her that would be wrong. SHIT SHIT SHIT, why didn't he ask Rick about this part? He had the plan, he got her out of the prison, but now what the hell did he do? "I didn't get us lost; I was distracted by ya wigglin' around on the back of the bike."
Carol stood up fast and Daryl didn't have time to look away, so she smiled at him cocking an eyebrow when she caught him looking, "Well if you weren't so damn attractive, I wouldn't have to wiggle. You can't make me hold onto you with all your sexiness and not get turned on."
Daryl wanted to kill himself, what the fuck did he say now? He settled for his usual, "Pfft."
Carol giggled, walking into the kitchen with both their clothes in her hands. She set his down on the dirty counter and the sound of metal hitting the floor made her look down. Her heart went into her throat when she bent down picking up the two gold bands. Her chin trembled, she turned around and he was standing in the doorway, "I wanted to tell ya about those."
Carol nodded, reaching out she handed him the rings, turning back to her clothes, he brought her here to tell her he'd found someone. She tried to steady her breathing, "It's ok Daryl, who is she?"
Daryl stared at her back not sure what the hell was going on, until he played the words over in his head. She thought he was giving the ring to someone else, he leaned against the door, "She's real nice, sweet, gentlest woman I ever met."
Carol heard every word, it was like a dragger in her heart, a tear slipped down her cheek, "I'm sure she is and I'm so happy for you. Who is she?"
Daryl moved toward her slowly, he had already slipped his ring on his hand. He softly ran his hands up and down her arms, picking up her hand he turned her slowly. He saw the tears on her face and swallowed hard, "I figured ya would know cuz ya know her so well."
When Carol felt the cold metal go on her finger, she gasped, staring into his face. Daryl gave her a half smirk, bringing his hand up to cup her cheek, "Silly woman don't ya know? Can't ya remember it's been ya and me since I handed ya that damn pick axe. If ya will have me." There it was said, he just put his heart out there and now he waited, scared to death that she would laugh at him, reject him.
He was ready when she launched herself at him, her lips crushing against his, her hands in his hair, holding him in place. He didn't care; he would take this as a yes any damn day. He pushed her back against the counter and kissed her with everything he had. Their tongues fighting for control as they tasted the sweet nectar they had both been craving for so long.
His hands slipped up her shirt and she moaned arching her back into the touch. Daryl pulled back, staring at her, "You're beautiful." She was, her lips swollen from the kisses, her cheeks flush, looking more like a mystical creature than the woman he loved.
Carol felt like her heart was going to explode never had a man made her feel the way he did. She figured it was a one sided thing, that he would never look at her and now there they stood in the dirty kitchen of some old farmhouse and she didn't think she could be happier. She put her hands on his chest, "What is this Daryl? What do you want?"
Daryl took a deep breath, "Just ya, forever woman. You're alright my damn wife, the ring…well…"
Carol put her finger to his lips, "Ssssh, yes Daryl…a hundred times over yes."
He picked her up, their lips crushing together again. Carol wrapped her legs around his waist as he carried her into the bedroom, he kicked the door open and then close. Their lips never breaking contact until his knees hit the bed. He smirked against her lips, "I'm gonna make ya a Dixon now."
Carol let out a squeal as he threw her down on the bed. He kicked off his boots and pulled his shirt over his head. Carol pulled her shirt over her head and kicked off her own boots.
As soon as Daryl saw her breasts he growled, crawling up her his mouth found them. Carol moaned, "Daryl! JESUS!"
Daryl couldn't get enough, his cock was begging to come out but his mouth was entranced by the taste of her, it was like ambrosia. He moved back to her mouth, her hand slipping between them she cupped him through his pants. Daryl growled, pushing off the bed. At first Carol thought she did something wrong until he undid his pants and pushed them down.
She wasn't nervous until she saw him; he was by far the largest man she ever saw in real life. She swallowed hard, blushing when he smirked at her for looking. He tugged at his member, walking closer to the bed, his voice coming out in a whisper, "Ya can touch it, it's yours now."
Carol sat up slowly, this was by far the most erotic thing she'd ever done. There in front of her, the man that was her every waking and sleeping fantasy naked with his cock in his hand asking her to touch him. She put her hand around him and he groaned, his head falling back as he took in the movement of her hand. It was so soft and damn did she know how to use it.
Carol knew if she kept going, this was as far as they would get. So she lay back on the bed and undid her pants, his eyes following her as she shimmed out of them with her panties. Once completely naked, she spread her legs, looking at him, hoping he wasn't disappointed, "You're turn."
Daryl nodded, falling to his knees, he pulled her to the edge of the bed. She figured he would just touch her, but that wasn't what Daryl Dixon had planned. He buried his face in-between her legs, hoping like hell he was doing it right. He wasn't going to do that, but the smell of her arousal made him nuts. He had to taste it; he wanted to know what every part of her tasted like. As soon as his tongue hit her hot nub, she screamed coming off the bed a little, her hips bucking. He snaked a hand up to cup her breast, rolling the nipple in-between his fingers. He felt himself dripping with pre cum as she flooded his mouth with her essence.
He didn't give her much time to recover; he pulled her back up the bed and crawled up her, kissing her softly. She moaned at the taste of herself on his tongue. She felt him line himself up to her core and she dug her heels into his ass, pushing him into her. They both cried out as they found a good pace. Lips kissing lips. Skin touching skin. Hands exploring the other's body. It was like the first time for both of them but better, it was their first time together.
He could feel her starting to twitch around him, damn woman fit him like a glove, she was made for him. He kissed her, trying to keep her screams and moans down, but in the end, he fucking loved hearing her scream his name. When she came it almost crippled him, his own orgasm so hard. Their bodies jerked and slammed together as they screamed for the other, both finding what they had been wanting for so long.
When they came down, Daryl eased onto the bed next to her. She smiled at him, "You're sweaty."
Daryl huffed, "So are you!"
Carol giggled, "Silly man you never tell your wife they're sweaty, you tell them they glow."
Daryl's smile got wide, "Did ya say wife?"
Carol nodded, "Don't you remember? You asked me in that kitchen, when we had clothes on."
Daryl smiled, "I reckon I did, well wife, you're glowin'."
Carol leaned up kissing him slow and lazy, when she pulled back he stared at her, "I remember it all Carol, the first time I met ya, the first time I heard ya laugh. Don't think I don't, just took me awhile to think ya might want me too."
Carol nodded, tracing a small pattern with her finger above his heart, "I do too, I remember It all too. I love you Daryl."
Daryl smiled, "I love you too woman."
The next morning, they made love again, this time slow. Taking the time to memorize each other's bodies. Afterward Carol was so excited she wanted to go back to the prison to tell the others. Daryl didn't want to, he wanted to stay in their little love nest, but Rick warned him that women loved to tell other women. So he headed outside with their bags in his hands, he never saw them coming.
-Darkest-
Rick gave him a sad smile, "So you two figured it out."
Daryl nodded, "Yeah, we did. I dropped my guard and almost got her killed is what I did. I went out there and didn't even check the area. They were waiting for me; put a gun to the back of my damn head. Pushed me onto my knees. I kept prayin' that Carol would hear them and run, but she didn't. When she came out, they grabbed her, I went nuts fighting with everything I had." Daryl wiped at his eyes, "There were four of those fuckers with him, they were tryin' to get me settled down and then I heard him laugh. Said that if I didn't calm down he was gonna rape her there."
Rick shook his head; he wanted the governor right then in front of him.
Daryl took a staggered breath, "I stopped fightin' told them to let her go and I'd go with them and not be any trouble. He wouldn't allow that. He held her to him while the four other guys beat my ass into the ground, stripped me of my vest and ring. Then he….he ripped her shirt and …..HE TOOK HER RING! HE JUST TOOK IT!"
Daryl exploded, kicking and hitting the wall, his hands bloody. Rick grabbed his arms and pulled him back, easing Daryl to the ground. Daryl shrugged him off, tears now falling from the man's eyes, "They took her ring…."
Rick pulled him to his chest, "I know brother, we're going to kill THEM ALL. I swear to you!"
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