AN: sorry for those who waited for this. Last chapter. Smut ahead. I also updated my story Tomorrow is a new Day tonight if you are reading that one. Let me know what you think :)

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Chapter 4

It was raining.

A hard pounding rain woke Carol from a deep dreamless sleep. Curling more deeply under her down heavy duvet, she sighed, scissoring her legs against the soft cotton sheets as she watched the patterns of water that cascaded outside her window through the light of dawn. She loved mornings like this. She'd often imagined laying in bed like this, with Daryl, cocooned in warmth and peacefulness. She sighed softly in sadness then squeaked when an arm banded around her waist, pulling her body back into a chest. A very warm naked chest.

"Mornin." Daryl rasped his voice normally horse was more so this morning, as he grunted while nuzzling his face into her neck.

"Daryl?" She squeaked incredulously.

He chuckled softly "Merle always said you reminded him of a little mouse. The squeaking is cute...I like it." He murmured, trailing his mouth along her neck. "But I'd much prefer to make you scream."

Her memory flashed through last night and his mysterious words to her in the kitchen. The way he held her in front of Michonne, uncaring. Michonne hadn't been bothered by it either. What in the hell was going on?

"I don't understand...?!" She asked hesitantly. "and wait...how did I get undressed?"

"You were muttering in your sleep, about the dress being tight. I took it off you. You didn't even wake." He whispered in her ear. His fingers played with the hem of the babydoll cami she had worn under her dress. "I like this..." he said as his hand slipped under the camisole his warm hand softly flicking the waist band of her panties."but I had been hoping for nothing at all under the dress. I gotta say."

She was shivering as his fingertips traced the outline of her panties. A wave of goose flesh being left in their wake.

"What's going on...did you break up with Michonne...don't play with me." She said softly.

He paused for a moment, his forehead pressing into her neck. "There was never a me and Michonne. I'm so sorry...sorry I pushed you away. Sorry I didn't know what you were thinking. I was scared. This thing with Governor was dangerous. I couldn't loose you too."

Her head fell back on his shoulder unsure what to say. Turning her head, she met his intense gaze, the truth in his eyes as his lips met hers and his hand slipped under the waistband of her panties his fingers finding there way into her slit. "This ok?" He asked In a soft voice. He smiled at her soft whimper and nod yes, and began running his fingers along her wet slit, before focusing on her clit.

He was holding her so tightly. She could feel his hard length rubbing in the cleft of her bottom, his body moving with hers as she moved with his hand.

It felt like a dream. She was confused and excited. Like she was in a fog. But she wanted this. It was her dream come true.

His fingers on his other hand had cupped her breast. So tightly it bordered somewhere between pleasure and pain. He held her so tightly she felt grounded. Surrounded in his presence. Like she could give herself over to the moment and be safe. Secure. His body followed hers as her hips moved and arched, as she rode his hand. His whispered words of encouragement in her ear, drew her closer to something she was sure she had never had.

He was almost frantic now, as his hips thrust himself widely into her ass. His lips bit down on her neck. He was raw, and primal.

"I ain't runnin no more." He moaned. "You're mine...That alright?"

She chuckled softly at his words when a shudder overtook her. "Oh god...God yes...I'm yours." She whimpered in need as she felt her body coiling tightly. "I need more." She groaned.

"You sure?.."

"Daryl!"

Suddenly the thin side band of the panties she was wearing snapped, and his hands pushed her breasts up and over the neckline of the camisole. He lifted her leg and moved aside the torn underwear, lining himself up with her entrance. "It's always been you." He groaned as he sunk into her.

It was all she'd ever imagined it to be and more. She whimpered as he pulled himself out, his hand still holding her leg. Flipping her onto her hands and knees.

"I need to show you.." he moaned as his hands traced the curve of her ass, lowering her head to the bed she whimpered.

"What.." she was surprised she could talk.

"Need to show you how wrong you were. It's always been you." He growled as he slammed into her, going in deep. "I need to make sure you know." He panted as his fingers flexed on her hips.

Her hands flexed into the blankets, curling into the soft sheets, that she had been luxuriating in the feel on her legs only a few minutes ago. It seemed like a lifetime ago now.

"I'll spend every day showing you. From now on. Won't push you away again. I swear." He panted, as he pounded into her.

She was lost in everything. The feel of him sliding in and out of her body as he pounded mercilessly, his smell, the sound of the rain outside. It all felt surreal, as he pulled her up, still connected, he fell back on his knees, bringing her down on to his lap. Straddling him backwards.

He slowed himself down. Like he was prolonging it, stemming the eventual wave that would come crashing upon them. It felt incredibly intimate, that position. He was still holding her to him so tightly. His hands running up and down her sides, his face burrowing in her neck, he groaned into her ear with each thrust.

"I'm dreaming." She whispered as his hand came up to her neck, softly splaying out across it.

"Naw..." he murmured. "I'm such an asshole. I should have made sure you knew." He whispered.

"No...I'm sorry." She whimpered at a deep thrust, seemed to find a place inside her he had not reached. "I shouldn't have assumed." She panted as he brought his hand back down to her clit. "I just wanted you to be happy."

"Can't be happy without you...love you" he finished on a whisper, almost shy, unsure.

"I love you too." She managed to say before her orgasm came crashing down on her. The feel of his arms around her the only thing holding her upright. She felt the last wave, float over her, as he lifted her and turned her lying her on her back, coming to her again, face to face. A frantic wild look on his face. He dropped down on top of her. Her whole body being moved by his frantic pushes inside her. Her head moving up to bang on the headboard when suddenly his hands where there, cradling her head, in his big hands even in his out of control state. She clawed at her back as she felt him arch and stiffen, a shudder overtaking him, as he collapses on top of her, and she threaded her hands through his hair. Brushing her fingers through it softly she felt the shudders that racked his body at her touch. How could she have ever doubted him? She felt so silly now. She felt guilt thread through her.

"Nah.." he whispered sleepily as though he could read her mind. His eyes were shutting surrendering himself to sleep as he whispered one last time "It's always been you."

Xxxx

The End