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2 Months Later
Daryl raced through the trees, swiftly dodging the low branches as he ran toward the sound that filled him with panic. She was screaming, blood curdling cries that seemed to echo all around him. The sound was so close now, he just had to push himself harder. He upped his pace, his heart pounding in his chest. The forest seemed endless as he ran, his crossbow slamming against his back, ready to be wielded at the first sign of danger. He spotted her first, her dress torn and dirty as she dragged herself along the ground, her limbs too weak to lift her now heavily pregnant frame. The smell of rotting flesh filled the air, and he could now see that there were walkers all around them, unrelenting as they descended upon her, focused on nothing more than their next meal. Whipping his bow off his back, he quickly loaded it and took aim, easily taking out the first one he could get, the one that had come dangerously close to grabbing her ankle. He rushed to her side, shielding her body with his own as he reloaded again and again, taking down biter after biter until the last one finally fell to the ground before them, arrow impaled straight through its eye. Realizing that the immediate danger was gone, he spun around to face her, running his hands up and down her arms, checking for bites or scratches. Finding none he took what felt like the first breath he'd taken since he heard her first scream. "Carol, are you hurt?"
She shook her head, tears streaming down her cheeks. "I was so scared. I thought they were going to kill me. Kill the baby. You saved me." she said, throwing herself into his arms. She pressed her lips to his, slowly at first, carefully. He felt her tongue snake across his lips, demanding entrance. He parted them, meeting her tongue with his own, savoring the sweet taste of her mouth. She pulled back, breathing heavily with a burning lust in her deep blue eyes. He felt like her gaze was burning through his own, seeing deep into his soul. "I want you." she said as she pushed him onto his back, reaching down and grasping the hem of her dress to pull the garment over her head. She dropped it on the ground next to her, revealing all of herself to him for the first time. Her soft breasts were swollen and heaving above the rounded convex of her pregnant belly. She had not worn anything else under the dress, and the sight was enough to make him harden, thinking to himself that he had never seen anything more beautiful in his life. She reached down, quickly unbuttoning his shirt, throwing it open to run her soft hands across his bare chest, pausing momentarily to lightly run her fingers over his hardened nipples. He moaned at the touch, his senses on overload. She smiled at him, sliding her hands further down to rest on the growing bulge in his jeans. Popping open the button, she pulled down the zipper, freeing his throbbing erection from its prison. Her eyes never leaving his, she raised herself, her hot center hovering over him as she lowered herself slowly, so very slowly…
Daryl jolted up in his bed, covered in a fine layer of sweat and panting heavily. Taking in his surroundings and hearing the soft sounds of snoring coming from below him, he realized that he was not in the woods, but in his cell. He flopped back down on the pillow, taking a deep breath as he tried to calm himself. It had been a familiar dream, running, always running towards the sound of her terrified cries. He usually woke up in tears at having reached her too late, finding her broken and battered body being devoured by the dead. It had returned to him nearly every night for weeks and every time he had woken in a frenzied state, slipping from his bed just to make sure that she was still there. Still safe. She always was, stretched out on her back, hands cradling her swollen stomach, her face peaceful as she slept. While he never seemed to be able to make it through the night without waking up, she had been sleeping better ever since he had moved in. In fact, she was dealing with everything better. In the two months since her secret had been revealed, they had settled into a comfortable routine. They spent more time together outside of their cell, sharing meals and free time together. She had flat out refused to stop working, unwilling to become a burden to the rest of the group. But she never refused him when he came along, offering to help her carry a basket or hang a load of laundry on the line. She talked more, smiled more, and had even begun to tease him again. She was especially fond of pointing it out to him whenever he blushed, usually as a result of some suggestive comment by Glenn about Carol and him. He didn't really find anything funny about it, but he loved hearing her talk so he let it slide. More than anything, she had started to seem genuinely excited about the baby. She was convinced that it was a boy, saying that she had carried higher with Sophia. She had even started making a list of things that she would need. Daryl had caught a glimpse of it, and judging by the length of it, he figured that he was gonna have to start storing his things in a different cell just to make room for everything. He chuckled a little at the thought. This baby was going to be spoiled rotten, that was for sure.
He sighed as his mind began to wander back to his dream. Instead of finding her dead, he had rescued her this time, being rewarded for his efforts by her throwing herself at him, making him feel things he had never felt before. He groaned as he realized that, much like he had in his dream, he had grown painfully hard. Slipping quietly from his bed, he glanced at Carol's sleeping form before sneaking from the cell, heading for the bathroom to take care of his little problem.
2 weeks passed since the night his dream had changed, and every night it returned, less about the walkers and more about her. And every night he woke hard as a rock and full of shame. He had no right to be thinking about her like that and he felt guilty every time he snuck from the cell, hiding himself in the bathroom and releasing his tensions.
One morning he woke later than usual, seeing that the sun had already risen in the sky. He had been so beat the night before he hadn't even removed his boots before collapsing onto his bed. Climbing from his bunk, he was greeted by the sight of Carol, sitting at the small table in the corner of the room, scribbling away at her ever expanding list. She turned when she heard him stir, smiling widely as she stood and closed the distance between them, handing him the piece of paper.
"I finally finished it." she said, a look of satisfaction on her face as he took the list from her hand and studied it.
"You really need all this stuff? I mean, you only got one kid in there, right?" he asked, astounded that one tiny person could require so much stuff.
"I just tried to remember everything I had needed for Sophia. I know you won't be able to find it all, but I figured I would write it all down, just in case you got lucky."
He glanced down at the list once more before looking back at the cheerful woman before him. "Can't promise anything, but I'll talk to the others and get a run planned. We'll find what we can."
She surprised him by stretching up on her toes and planting a kiss firmly on his cheek. "You're wonderful, you know that." she said as she dropped back to the soles of her bare feet and walked back over to her seat at the table.
His cheek burned where her lips had touched it. He wished for a moment that he'd had the balls to just turn his head and kiss her full on the lips, but he pushed it away. He was blushing and he knew it. He tried to sound nonchalant as he replied to the compliment she had given him. "Um, I think that's your hormones talkin' again. I'm gonna go see about makin' that run." he said, heading for the door. Taking a look at the list in his hand, he quickly popped his head back through the curtain.
"One question. What the fuck is a bumbo?" In response to his question, she smiled and playfully pitched her pencil at him. He ducked back out of the cell, just barely avoiding the sharp object. He smiled to himself as he walked through the cell block to find the rest of the group. Hormones were a bitch.
The run had been planned for the next day, Glenn having found a Babies R Us store about 40 miles away in a shopping mall that had been fairly clear of walkers the last time they had visited it. The rest of the day passed by peacefully, Daryl having gone out on a hunt with Carl. The boy was determined that he was going to learn to hunt just as well as Daryl could and though he wasn't that good yet, he couldn't help but admit that he was improving. They had bagged a few squirrels, two large rabbits and by some crazy stroke of luck, Carl had personally taken down a pretty good sized turkey. Carrying their kills home, they had come across a small group of biters, but between his bow and Carl's new machete, a gift to him from Michonne for his fourteenth birthday, they had taken them out with no trouble. When they had returned to the prison, Carl proudly presented a delighted Beth with the turkey, giving her a shy smile before hurrying away. Carol had been teaching the young girl how to cook, and thankfully, the lessons seemed to have stuck. Carol was seated at one of the tables, snapping the ends off of the green beans Maggie had brought in for her from the garden. She grinned when she saw Daryl enter, and waved him over.
"How you feelin' today? The kid behaving in there?" he asked, standing beside her and gesturing to her stomach.
"Not really. He's been kicking the hell out of me all morning." she answered, grabbing his hand and placing it in the middle of her bump. He could feel a persistent thump, thump thump coming from beneath her skin and even though it honestly creeped him out a little, he couldn't help but be fascinated. Kid was strong, that's for sure. He removed his hand gently from her belly, telling her that he had a double watch shift and probably wouldn't see her until the next morning. She jumped up, grabbing a bag and throwing some food and a bottle of water into it before sending him on his way.
As promised, it was nearly midnight when he returned to their cell. Quietly slipping into the darkened room, he kicked off his boots and quickly stripped out of his jeans and shirt, changing into the soft cotton sleep pants Carol had found. He jumped when he heard the deep sigh come from behind him. He turned around to find that Carol was sitting up in the bed, watching him. He was thankful for the cover of darkness as he realized that she had seen him changing. And since he didn't make a habit out of wearing underwear, she had gotten an eyeful. He couldn't help but wonder why she was still awake though. Was she waiting for him? Was something wrong? His fears were put to rest as she spoke.
"I can't sleep. My back hurts and my hormones are raging and I think the little man has decided to stick his feet directly into my ribcage." she said quietly, sounding quite miserable.
Daryl felt bad. He couldn't go to sleep knowing she was in pain. "Move over." he said, helping her to slide further into the bed as he sat down behind her. He placed his hands on the back of her neck, gently massaging the tense muscles, gradually repeating the action as his hands moved down her back. She was clad in a blue silk nightgown that Maggie had given her. It was a halter style that left her smooth pale back completely exposed. She had laughed when Maggie had given her the silly gift, but once she had tried it on she was hooked. She was always covered by the blanket on her bed by the time Daryl came into the cell, so it wasn't like wearing it was indecent. But what she didn't know was that she had a tendency to kick the covers off in her sleep. Daryl was quite familiar with this piece of clothing. Many nights, when he had slipped quietly out of his bed to go take care of himself, he had seen her, spread out on her bed, the thin garment revealing every curve and concave of her body to him. He had always picked up the blanket from where ever it had landed and draped it carefully back over her. But he had spent many of his, uh, personal visits to the bathroom picturing her just this way. And now here he was, so close to her, running his rough hands up and down her naked back. He could feel his cock twitch, and he closed his eyes, trying to think of something else, anything else. "Knock it off, you asshole." he thought. "You're just giving her a back rub. Nothin' more." But then she moaned softly and leaned back into his touch as he ran his hands over a tense spot near the base of her spine. All logical thought was thrown out the window as his cock began to swell. It took every ounce of self control he had not to spin her around and take her right then and there. His instinct was to flee, to run off to the bathroom again like the coward he was, and jerk off until the sound of her pleasure was erased from his mind. But he didn't get the chance to run. Carol laid down on the bed, moving herself close to the wall as she grabbed his hand and pulled him down to lay behind her. She was curled on her side, and she brought his hand around her waist to rest against her belly. He was frozen. What the hell say she trying to do to him. This woman was going to be the death of him. There was enough space between their bodies that she hadn't noticed the throbbing erection that was not very well concealed within his loose cotton pants.
"That felt so good. I don't think I've ever been this relaxed in my life." she said quietly.
Daryl didn't know what to do. His heart was pounding in his chest. What was she going to think of him? She was looking for some friendly comfort and here he was, poised to jump her bones. He was about to make up some excuse to get up, but before he got the chance, she squeezed his hand tighter, snuggling herself up to him, her bare back pressed against his bare chest. He could hear the gasp escape her lips as his swollen cock pressed hard against her ass. He was shocked when instead of jerking away, she actually thrust her bottom towards him, the contact sending a spark of pleasure running through his whole body. He couldn't move. He couldn't talk. His mind was so clouded with mixed emotions that he barely heard her speak.
"It's okay Daryl. I need this, you need this." she whispered into the darkness. She moved his hand from her stomach, sliding it upwards to rest on her swollen breast. She lifted her hip slightly, pulling up the hem of her nightgown until it rested just below the curve of her belly. She slowly reached behind her, brushing her fingers over the bulge in his pants before tugging at his waistband with desperation, lowering them just enough to allow his erection to spring free from its fabric prison. She moved herself slightly, spreading her legs enough that his tip was now only inches away from her opening. He could feel the heat radiating from her body, enticing him closer. But he couldn't find the courage to move.
"Please?" she said in a breathy whisper, longing clearly present in her voice.
He found that his body began to move on its own. He ran his hand across her breast, rolling the hard nipple between his fingers as he buried his face in the crook of her neck, inhaling the delicious smell of her soap, a mixture of vanilla and cherry blossoms that made his mouth practically water. Pressing his lips to her warm skin, he knew he had to taste her. He ran his tongue along her neck, finding that she tasted as wonderful as she smelled. She moaned at the feeling, breathing more heavily as he moved his free hand to her hip, caressing the curve as he began to inch his own hips closer and closer. He was met with no resistance as he entered her, her opening already wet and waiting for him. She was so tight around him, so hot that he nearly finished right then and there. But all he could hear was her whispered plea in his mind. "I need this." He pulled himself out, regaining his composure before pushing back in with more force. Her whimpers and moans drove him as he tightened his arm around her chest, pushing into her, increasing his speed, going deeper and deeper until her whimpers turned to muffled cries of pleasure. He could feel her walls begin to quiver around him. Pushing himself deep inside of her, she covered her mouth as she cried out, finding her release as he found his own.
They lay there in silence, both panting as aftershocks of their shared pleasure quaked through them. Once the haze had lifted, Daryl once again found that he couldn't move. Carol slid forward, releasing him from the warmth of her center. She lifted her hip again, sliding her gown back until it fully covered her. She lifted her hand to cover his, moving them up to rest against her heart. He could feel the pounding under his fingers being to slow as her breathing began to steady. Finally finding the ability to move had returned, he carefully tucked himself back into his pants. He wanted to move, to climb in to his own bed, stare at the ceiling and try and figure out what the fuck had just happened. Move where he couldn't feel her skin still pressed to his, where he couldn't smell her hair, and her sweat, and her arousal. But when her hand tightened around his, he knew that no force on earth could tear him from this spot. He didn't know yet what this meant, but he was going to enjoy it while he could. He pulled the blanket over them, heart skipping a beat as she snuggled against him. He could feel his eyes begin to close, and the last thing he heard before he fell asleep was the sweet sound of her voice.
"Thank you."
Hope you all enjoyed this chapter. Caryl Sexytime! Please take the time to review. Chapter 8 tomorrow (I hope)
