Author's note: Well I'm back for another chapter! I just realized this morning just how much fanfiction I read on a daily basis. The answer to that are lots, when I get into a new fandom I proceed to read every fic I can find for it. I started shipping Darylxanyone and let me tell you I was so happy there were so many, until I had read all the complete ones but the few I couldn't get through or just really wasn't interested in. Sad days, any of you write as well? I'm reader too guys and I'm sure I'm not alone. Read, review, make my life.
Disclaimer: Still own nothing. Anger feeling rising.
Carol woke up with an arm tight around her waist and her heart beat faster at that alone, the arm was much to muscled to be her husband. Not that Ed would be in such a caring position with her anyway. He usually pushed her around even in his sleep, sometimes kicking her off the bed and almost always stealing the blankets. Today, the blanket was still on her, draped over her body and it felt as though she was still wearing her jeans. All her clothes were on in fact, and Ed didn't let her have anymore clothes on then underwear when she was in bed. She supposed it would be easier for him to stare at her that way, do more than stare at her.
Her eyes sprung open in panic and she gasped for breath. This wasn't her bed, these weren't her walls, this man wasn't, oh. Daryl was lying in bed with her, and he looked much more innocent then he had the night before. He looked even somewhat cute even; he had a very boy like smirk on his face as he slept. His arm around her and his face pressed into her side. They both had all their clothes on and that alone calmed Carol's heart. She smiled when Daryl simply gripped at her even more tightly as if he knew she was trying to get away for those few moments and didn't want her to.
His hair was sprayed everywhere as well, making him look years younger. She snorted at the thought; you can't exactly say they look years younger without knowing how old they are in the first place. He stirred at her waist, lifting his head up with blurry eyes to see her and she followed the only thought on her mind at that moment, "How old are you?"
He stared for minutes longer, not even really awake and seemingly deciding if he wanted to go back to sleep. She would have loved to go back to sleep as well, the only reason she was up this early (5:30 a.m. by the small clock across the room) was that she had trained herself to be up an hour before Ed so she could shower in peace and still have breakfast on the table before he even awoke. Last time she had failed to wake up on time, she had still been in the shower when he woke up and he had just barged in and took full advantage of her being naked already. Then beat her for not having his food ready, but that part hadn't really mattered because she had already been slightly bleeding and crying on the shower floor.
"30." Daryl slurred before pressing his face back into Carol's stomach. "Now sleep." Carol wanted to laugh; he was kind of cute when tired. He had answered her question too, she had barely even registered that she had said that out loud! Still, he had yet to let her go and now she was gazing over at the door. She wasn't going to be able to go back to sleep and he hadn't let her go at all, in fact he had just snuggled closer than before. Just how was she supposed to get out of this situation?
Then the problem solved itself because Daryl un-wrapped his arms and unsteadily rolled to sit up, and ran a hand through his hair. He murmured in a sleepy tone, "Damn it woman, why the hell did you get up so early? The sun won't even be up for another while yet." There was no heat to his growls which told Carol that he was just whining. She wanted to giggle, but she thought that that might insult him a tiny bit. "Sorry, I usually get up this early so I can make breakfast for Ed." She whispered looking down at the floor.
Daryl frowned at that, she made it sound like slave labor. Getting up every day at the break of dawn so she could be done her chores done before the master got up. It made his blood boil, but he tried his hardest not to show it on his face. "Well woman, not today. Ya and me are gonna go to this small diner in town and enjoy our morning." The smile that came up onto her face made his heart jolt.
Of course, just as fast as it appeared, the smile slipped right back off her face. "I have to be getting home. I shouldn't have stayed the night out as it is." Daryl could tell that she didn't want to go home, which made him think about why she would if she didn't want to. Still that doesn't mean he wasn't going to let her go home if she said she had to. No matter how much he wanted just to lock her up in this house and take care of her for as long as he could. He had a feeling she would appreciate him just locking her up though, the sentence, 'He won't let me work,' ran through his mind over and over.
He swallowed hard and looked at Carol as she bit her lip and concentrated her eyes on the ground as she waited for him to reply. Daryl let out a loud sigh, "I'll drive ya 'ome then." All he got in return was a quietly mumbled, "Thank you…"
It was the quietest car ride he had ever had in his life, and she was giving him directions which meant it was even truly dead silent! Daryl wasn't sure if he was ever going to see her again and boy did he ever want to. He wanted to slice himself into her life and stay there forever.
Carol had been thinking about what to say to Daryl when they got to her house, but then found herself completely out of words. Ed's car was in the driveway.
