A/N: Props to my girl Rambles and Shambles for giving me an idea. If you haven't read her stuff go do it now, she has one of the best imaginations I know. Thanks cookie xoxxox, Many thanks to my bestie Magenta's Nightmare for proofing for me and being my cheerleader, I love you girl. Go read her stuff, it's the best out there.

~Isn't it bad enough you're drunk texting me? LOL

~I want to hear your voice.

~You won't remember in the morning.

~Oh trust me. I will.

Tara ran up next to him and sat down on a bar stool followed by Denise and they were holding hands. Their date was going very well and they were already planning another, Daryl hadn't see Tara smile this much in ages, it was nice. The bar tender Axel was pouring three shots as Daryl was texting Carol. Tara peered over at him and because he had a few he couldn't tell what she was doing.

"Who ya texting Dar…" She said getting closer to him. "Your girl?"

She handed him his shot and she, Denise and Daryl drank them down as they talked.

"He has a girl?" Denise said with a slight slur to her voice. "Where is she?" She looked around the bar, Merle was over in the pool room laughing it up with some blonde. There were a few other girls around but no one interested in him at the moment that Denise could see.

"New York." He grumbled and Tara grinned. "He's drunk texting her."

"Trying to drunk call her but she ain't letting me."

"Gimme that." Tara grabbed his phone and he was too buzzed to fight her for it. Tara started typing wildly on the screen. Then she looked at the reply and then she texted back.

"Ok, she sent her number over the messenger, you can call her?" Tara said and handed him back her phone.

"What did you say to her?" He laughed.

"Go ahead and look." Tara grinned and pointed to the phone.

Daryl looked and then his face got red and it spread from his neck to his ears. Denise looked over from where she sat next to Tara.

"You are awful." He said. "What's she gonna think now?"

"Really, you aren't trying to get with her? I don't believe that for a second." Tara rolled her eyes.

"But, did you have to say something so…"

"Its beautiful and she loved it." Tara replied.

"It is, but…"

"Got your ass in the door though, didn't I?" She held her drink up to him and smiled. "Now get out there and call her."

He nodded and got up to go outside and Denise turned to Tara.

"Did you type something risqué, Tara." She smiled.

"I typed the first five lines of an ee cummings poem."

"I carry your heart?" Denise asked.

"No." Tara said laughing. "I like my body."

Denise's eye went wide. "You are evil."

"Hey, it worked didn't it, no woman can resist ee cummings." Tara said.

"Is that so?" Denise asked as Tara leaned over and kissed her cheek.

"Yup."

Just at that moment Merle was upon them and putting an arm around each of them. He pulled each of them against his broad shoulders and kissed Tara on the cheek. Then he kissed Denise's cheek too.

"We getting loaded tonight ladies?" He said smiling wide.

"Not so much, brother." Tara replied.

"Where's Darylina?" Merle cackled.

"He's outside making a phone call." Tara said and Merle rolled his eyes.

"Ya think he's finally manning up and calling that girl?"

He sat down on the stool where Daryl had been just a moment before, so he was on Tara's left and Denise was on her right.

"Ah, what girl?" Tara said slowly, she didn't know Merle knew about that.

"The one he's always texting." Merle said waving his hand dismissively. "The one from New Jersey."

"Wait, what?" Tara said.

"I might have seen his phone a time or two." He hugged Denise closer to him. "You know cause I worry about him just like you do little sister."

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Daryl leaned against the wall of the outside of the bar and lit a cigarette. He was definitely feeling good and drunk and happy. He stared down at his phone at what his sister had sent to Carol and smiled a little bit.

I like to feel the spine of your body and its bones, and the trembling firm smoothness and which I will again and again kiss.

His sister was insane, but he was just buzzed enough to not be embarrassed with Carol. She always made him feel like there wasn't anything wrong with him.

He took a long drag on the cigarette and dialed the number before he lost his nerve. As he waited for her to pick up he thought about hanging up. Somewhere in his alcohol addled brain was a fear of taking this further. She was older than him and so far away, but he was just buzzed enough to not listen to that voice that told him he was no good and unworthy.

He waited for her to answer with his heart in his throat, he had never felt such terror in his life.

But then he heard her voice and it was all over for him.

"Hello, Daryl?" She said softly and he could feel his heart beat speed up. She had the softest sweetest voice he had ever heard. "Daryl, are you there?"

"Yes." He answered and she smiled. He had the deepest, gravelly voice she had ever heard, it had a southern lilt to it and was so sexy. "Yes, hi Carol."

His voice sounded like honey and whiskey mixed together and she felt all of the hairs stand up on her neck. This was going to be a problem.

"It's so good to talk to you." She said against her better judgment.

"That was my sister, typing that poem to you."

"Oh I figured, I know how shy you are." She said to him. "But it is a great poem."

"Yeah it is." He replied.

"So you walked to the bar." Carol asked, always thinking of his well-being and trying not to focus on his voice too much. Or that poem, because it was hot and full of promise.

"Merle and I did, Tara is the DD, but our house is just up the street anyway." He replied and then there was silence. "We can all walk home."

Daryl did not want this to be another awkward conversation with a girl, he liked her and he wanted this so badly.

"How's Roswell?"

"Awesome as always." She grinned.

"Michael or Max?" He had googled the show earlier in the day, before they went out. He wanted to know about her and her life and he found out about how that particular fandom worked. He did a quick study of it so he could talk with her about it sometime, like right now.

"Michael of course, you never mentioned watching it Daryl."

"Oh." He took another drag of his smoke. "I didn't."

Carol took a sip of her iced tea and put her feet up on the chair in front of her. The kids were still glued to the TV and she knew they would stay there. She wasn't missing a thing; she had seen this show tons of times.

He had researched it. Just to know something else about her. That made her smile, far away from her Daryl was leaning against the building smoking and gaining confidence.

"So." He said in that voice that made her think things she maybe shouldn't think about. "What do you wanna talk about."

"It this going to be a dirty phone call?" She giggled into the phone, his voice was going to be the death of her, oh yes it was. It was making her take this somewhere she hadn't intended, but she couldn't stop it.

Daryl almost choked on his cigarette.

"Relax, I don't put out on the first date anyway." She laughed. "I was only kidding with you."

Somewhere deep inside of him Daryl pulled up some courage. "How about the second date?"

"Daryl." She smiled into the phone. "Do you want to call me back after I go to bed?"

"Maybe I should?" Daryl said, trying not to let his voice crack. This turned into something he wasn't expecting, although it was something he wanted. But he was cautious, maybe he was reading her wrong.

"We can just talk about Game of Thrones if you want, like online, or…whatever." She said looking over at the kids, who had now fallen asleep on the couch. Her room was way on the other side of the house and after she locked the sliding door, they would all be safe and secure.

She could go to her room and talk with him.

"Call me in half an hour?" She asked.

"You got it." He said grinning. "Half an hour, goodbye Carol."

"Bye Daryl." She whispered, shaking her head at herself and feeling really wicked all of the sudden. She went to the refrigerator and poured herself a glass of wine as she walked the house and locked up.

Daryl threw open the door to the bar so fast that Tara and Merle jumped in their seats.

"I'm out, I'll see you later." He called to them.

"It's early yet brother." Merle called to him. "Not even 12:30."

"Nope, I got to go." And he was gone.

Merle leaned over to Tara. "What's got his ass on fire."

Tara shrugged and took a sip of her water. "You got me."

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She turned on the Bluetooth speaker to stream music into the bathroom while she took a quick shower. Carol always needed her music and Sophia had bought her this mini speaker that synched with her phone. Sometimes Sophia would sneak in and play with her phone and stream music through the device that Carol didn't like. If she was in the shower she couldn't do much about it.

She and Sophia had that kind of playful relationship, sometimes more like sisters than mother and daughter. They were doing well and getting over the trauma they had both been through. Carol was grateful for that.

But Sophia and Judith were clear on the other side of the house from Carol and her private bathroom. She was in the middle of singing a Katy Perry song when her phone rang through the speaker.

"Shit." She said to herself as she hit the answer button, not wanting to miss his call. She got soap in her eyes but she answered anyway. "Hello Daryl."

He heard the exasperation in her voice. "Are you ok."

"I'm in the shower, I thought I had time." She said rinsing her face.

He laughed and then he felt his dick twitch at the idea she was in the shower, he was a man after all. "I called earlier than we said, I just got home."

Daryl grinned as he was crossing the living room of his house and heading towards his room. His dick was taking over for the night, and his dick didn't care that this was his good friend. His dick said mine and that was the end of it.

"Can you hold on a sec Daryl?"

"Wait, you're in the shower." He changed direction, not believing his luck and headed towards the bathroom. "You give me a second." He said putting his phone on speaker.

Carol heard him turn on the water in his bathroom and she leaned against the tile in her own shower. She grinned and shook her head, she knew where this was going and she was going to jump on the train and take the ride, even if she knew she really shouldn't. This could ruin things with them, or make them better, but there was no way to know for sure.

Then he was speaking to her again and his voice was leading her down the dark road and she went willingly, with both eyes open.

"There, now we're in the shower together." He said shucking off his clothes in record speed.

She laughed. "Yes, we are."

"You got me on speaker?" He asked. "Where's Sophia?"

"She's asleep clear on the other side of the house." Carol replied. "She won't hear."

"Ok, I'm not gonna talk loud anyway." He crooned into the phone which he had mounted in the shower by a suction cup in a waterproof case. "You ok with this?"

"More than ok." She whispered.

Jesus, he thought to himself, she really was the perfect woman. Daryl didn't really get what set his blood on fire about the fact that she was older than him, but it had always been that way. He never had any use for girls his own age and never would.

"You don't know how much I wish I was there with you right now." He said, grabbing for the soap and he heard her let out a sigh.

"What would you do, Daryl?" She asked with a slight crack to her voice. "If you were here with me?"

"I would hold you, while we stood under the water." He answered. "So closely."

She closed her eyes and tried to picture what he looked like, his dirty blonde hair wet from the water, droplets rolling down his hard chest, and she felt like her was right there with her.

"Carol?" His voice came out of the speaker. "I want to touch you so badly; will you pretend I'm touching you?"

"Yes." She whispered just loud enough for him to hear and she heard his breath catch. In his shower he was already wrapping his hand around his dick.

Carol leaned against the shower wall and in Georgia so did Daryl.

"I want to make you feel good, Carol." He groaned.

"You do." She answered quickly. "You always make me feel good."

"Touch your face, soft, that's how I would do it." He said and she did. "Then bring your hand down over your neck, all gentle alright."

Carol did as he told her and closed her eyes, letting her head hit against the wall. Daryl was sliding his soapy hands slowly over his dick, not wanting to lose it too soon.

"Now further…" He said and his voice was darker still, sending chills down her spine. "Pretend it's me touching you, I would do it just the way you like it."

"I want you Daryl." She slid her hands down over her breasts.

"I'm right here sweetheart." He said.

Carol let out a moan that went right to his balls and he felt himself getting dizzy.

"I wanna kiss you Daryl." She said getting more and more excited as her hands traveled over her body.

"Oh, I wanna kiss you too sweetheart."

Carol brought her palm over her breast and sucked in her breath. She was almost there and they just started, it had been a while since she had company for something like this and she was surprisingly aroused. It was his voice; it did things to her.

"Now lower sweetheart…" He whispered into the phone. "Please."

Daryl was aching with need and his voice was changing, getting deeper and darker. He quickened the pace as he worked his dick in the shower.

Carol slipped her fingers between her legs and he heard her sigh in pleasure.

"Carol are you wet?" He asked.

"Yes." She answered. "All for you."

"All for me." He sighed loudly.

He listened to her breathing, getting faster and faster and it was going to be his undoing. This was the most erotic thing he had ever participated in and he wanted to come so badly. But not yet, not until he heard her first.

"It's mine, tell me its mine." He pleaded, running his hand along his dick in a frenzy now.

"Yes, Daryl it's yours, it's all yours." She said, feeling the pull all over her body and the wave starting to crash over her. "Nobody else but you." She panted.

"I want you so bad Carol, tell me I can have you." Daryl groaned, trying to hold back just a little while longer.

"Yes, yes you can have all of me." She cried as the feeling completely overtook her and she slid down the wall of the shower in a puddle of sexual bliss.

"Oh God Carol, oh my fucking god." Daryl came screaming in the shower creating the loudest of echoes and right at that moment he didn't care if his sister and brother were home. Nothing mattered but her and him right now. "Fuck, goddammit, fuck."

He could hear her breathing over the phone and he struggled to get his own breathing under control.

"Carol? I gotta meet you."