AN: hey, guys, sorry this is coming slowly to me, not sure why. I have all week off next week, hopefully I will catch up. Let me know what you think :)

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Chapter 7

Daryl leaned his shoulder on the door of the clinic stock room, observing Carol unnoticed. A week had passed since the day at the fence and he had to admit, things were getting easier. He still had a ache in his gut every morning when he and Carol parted ways, his mind wouldn't let go of all the what if's. Working with Wong's crew had helped. When he was busy, he kept his mind on track, the heavier more back breaking labor the better. Wong still hadn't allowed him back on the runs, but their crew hadn't gone on one yet anyway. Abraham and Rosita had been assigned a different crew and they were only making their first run today.

He grinned at Carol who was on her hands and knees, digging for something in a low cupboard, effectively placing her ass up in the air on display. She was muttering to herself while she worked, she was always so cute when she was grumpy.

He'd been making the trip over to the clinic everyday on his break, her breaks were erratic, and if he wanted to see her, he realized it was easier for him to pop in.

Sascha had been in the clinic and directed him back to the stock room. Carol had told him Thomas was insistent that all new employees stock the shelfs in the clinic as a rule. Apparently so they would know where everything was in an emergency. Carol had mentioned this morning she'd dreamt that she was stocking shelves in her sleep. He wished he could be that lucky, to dream about something so simple.

The nightmares were not getting better. He would wake up every night with a gasp or be gently prodded out of them by Carol when she became concerned. She never complained about her interrupted sleep, just let him hold onto her tightly, until his breathing calmed down while she rubbed his back. Once his breathing would calm he would be struck with a fierce need for her. He felt the need to prove to himself that she was alive, that she was there with him, that the dreams were not real. He wanted to be connected to her always.

Just then Carol bumped her head in the cupboard and let out an impressive curse. His brows quirked with a grin: he'd taught her well. He chuckled out loud and she looked over her shoulder grumpily at him "Enjoying yourself?"

He went over and gave her his hand to pull her up, pulling her into his arms as his hands slipped down and planted on her ass

"Fuck yeah" he said as nuzzled her neck "that's best god damn view I've seen all day" he began squeezing her ass, pulling him into him as tightly as he could. He groaned into her neck, as his hand slid up under her shirt.

"Daryl" she giggled as his hands tickled a spot on her ribs "we can't have sex in the storeroom."

"Why not? " his voice sounded a little whiny to even himself "besides you still owe me a quickie"

She laughed as she threaded her fingers through his hair, tilting her head to give him better access to her neck. "This isn't a soap opera" she gasped as one of his hands pulled down her bra, under her shirt and his hand found her breast and the other slid past the waist band of the jeans she was wearing "and the door doesn't lock"she squeaked as he slid his finger inside of her. He pivoted her around so her back was against the closed door of the room.

"There that better?" He said sliding his fingers in and out of her.

"Yes" she groaned tilting her pelvis into his hand, then bringing her hands to the button of her jeans peeling them off "Now, hard and quick, no time for more" she said

"Yes ma'am" he replied with a grin, shrugging off his coat as she was opening his belt buckle. She quickly freed his erection from his pants as he picked her up bracing her against the door. "You're gonna have to keep quiet or they will hear you in the hall" he said with a moan as she sunk down onto him.

"Oh god...it won't matter, they'll hear the door first" Carol gasped out

" Well you know what they say, if the door is a rockin, don't come a knockin" he said as he picked up his pace, grasping her legs at his hips more tightly, until he was no longer able to speak at all.

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A short time later as they finished dressing, Carol looked at him with a grin as she zipped up her jeans and rearranged her scrub top.

"Thank God no one caught us, that got pretty loud at the end"

He pecked her on the lips " I wouldn't care if anyone had. Ain't that what newlyweds are supposed to do, ...fuck their wife every chance they get?" she grinned and swatted him playfully.

Suddenly they heard footsteps in the hallway running, calling Carol's name.

Opening the door they encountered a frazzled Miller

"There you are! Just got word from the gate, the run Abraham and Rosita were on went bad, really bad, casualties coming in, Thomas wants everyone down front"