She parted her lips, flicking her tongue over his top lip invitingly, so he met hers, in a long french kiss, her velvet tongue expertly flicking across his, while he tried to mimic her actions. When they pulled apart for need of breath, she moved down to kiss his neck.
He let her this time breathless from the kiss while she nipped across his jaw, she was driving him wild. He pulled her flush against him, she could feel his massive hard on, as he captured her lips again. With ever touch he took away new skill, he may not have experience, but Carol could tell he was a fast and willing learner.
She slid her hand down his chest while he was distracted by there kiss, and trailed it down into his jeans, wrapping her hand around his cock. He went stiff as a board as her petite skilled hands moved over him, and he lost himself to her.
He pulled himself away with an embarrassed growl, that was exactly what he'd been afraid of, but she came up behind him kissing his neck, undeterred by his frustration.
"What do you want woman, aren't I embarrassed enough?" He asked, in a harsh whisper, she moved around him so he had to look at her.
"You shouldn't be, you make me feel, like no one else ever has, hell you're already twice as good as Ed was in bed, and you haven't even tried for second base." She told him, as comforting as her words were, he was sure being better then Ed only required not hurting her.
"Don't patronize me, I, you deserve to be at least pleased, and I can't even manage to hold it together that long." He told her, red faced and on the verge of tears, which made him want to break his own rib again.
"I don't deserve someone as good as you, please, don't pull away, just kiss me, I need you Daryl Dixon, you're the best thing that's ever happened to me." She told him crying outwardly, he kissed her, as she'd asked. He could taste her tears, they fell into this deep passionate desperate kiss, just holding each other, he was sure he was crying too, but he couldn't care less.
She lead his hand from her cheek down to her breast, he just let his hand rest there for a moment to be sure of what she wanted before he let his hand move. He was unsure of what to do, so he just felt her soft beneath his hand brushing his fingers over every bit, she moaned in pleasure as his thumb found her hard nipple, so he did it again.
Fifteen minutes later, he was hard as a rock again, and he knew exactly where to touch her perky, soft breasts to make her moan. He was feeling pretty confident when she kissed him again leading his arm down to her thighs trailing it back up under her dress.
He breathed out hard closing his eyes, he was afraid he might lose himself again, the way her hands touched him, and her mouth, Christ she was good with that, now he had his hand cupping her soft wet panties.
He was at a loss here though, he had no idea where to start, so he let his hand run over her cotton under garment, even at this she moaned, but not the way she did when he'd touched the right spot on her perfect breasts. He pushed the fabric away sliding his fingers across her hot wet silky folds.
He'd never felt anything like it, and the thought of being inside her had him losing himself again, this time he slid his fingers inside her and let his head fall one her shoulder as he came, she moaned clenching around his fingers.
He composed himself again roaming around her core until he found every spot that seemed to make her quiver. He fell to his knees pulling her gently onto the edge of a lawn chair, he just so wanted to taste her, he didn't know exactly what he'd do, but he wanted it so bad.
He buried his face between her legs and swirled his tongue over the nib that had made her respond the most. He sucked and nipped, and licked her until her fingers were buried in his hair, and she was begging him to stop, in what he hopped was a good way.
"Did, did I hurt you?" He asked genuinely worried he'd done something wrong, she shook her head vigorously.
"No, oh God Daryl, I, I've never, no one has ever done that to me before, I've never, never orgasmed before." She admitted to him, a cocky smile spread across his face, not only had he been doing well, but he was the only one who ever had.
"So, I guess I did pretty well then." He breathed absently, he looked up, it was well past noon, it had taken him a while, but he was definitely learning. He stood up stiffly, his knees hurt from kneeling that whole time, Carol grabbed his belt, he was hard, again.
He'd never known just how hot it was to get her off, he wanted to cover himself up to avoid further embarrassment since he was already wet with his own spendings, but she had other plans, she leaned forward falling out of the chair and onto her knees, undoing his belt, and his zipper.
He was holding it together pretty well considering, but that may have something to do with this being his third hard on of the day, he was pretty sure he was running out of bodily fluids. He threw his head back with a groan when she wrapped her lips around his cock flicking her experienced tongue over the tip.
His knees went weak, and he only kept himself upright by leaning against the door to the stairs, he lasted quite a bit longer this time, not wanting it to end, and not sure he could. When he finally lost himself he had one hand on her head, and one clinging to the door for support.
"Fuck, Carol, ugh." He moaned collapsing in front of her still leaning against the door, she moved to the spot beside him, leaning on his chest. He held her to him breathing hard.
"I'm fucking thirsty, at some point we should go back, I'm sure they're all out searching for us by now, hell it's gonna start getting dark soon." He told her, she looked around and laughed.
"Didn't we come out here to watch the sun rise?" She asked, he laughed too, he never wanted to get up, but he was starting to get cold up here.
"Ya, I think we did." He told her struggling to his feet, he zipped himself back up and held his hand out to help her up. She took it, and they ended up standing, but he had stumbled pinning her to the wall.
He kissed her neck, then pushed himself back up, not sure he could handle starting something else right now, not without food, and something to drink at least. The trip down the stairs was slow and full of missed steps. Daryl did his best to catch her, but they ended up in a heap on the floor more then once, giggling and kissing until they got back up.
They had managed to compose themselves by the time they got back to the cell block, but any idiot with eyes could see what they'd been doing, they smelled of sex, there hair was wild, and there clothes were rumpled, not to mention, Carol was still in his coat.
Carol let go of his hand at the next set of stairs, going up to there room while he grabbed food, and water, no beer until he had at least had a chance to rehydrate. Rick went over to him while the others stared and giggled to themselves, he hadn't even noticed.
"Next time you two wander off for some "alone time" warn someone that you'll be gone all day, it was all I could do to keep them from sending up a search party to interrupt you." Rick told him, Daryl smirked, remembering the day.
"Hadn't meant to be gone so long, the plan was just for breakfast." Daryl told him sauntering off, feeling rather full of himself. Carol was laying in bed already when he got up there, he handed her an open tin of peaches, and a bottle of water.
She sat up eating lazily, while leaning against the wall trying to keep her eyes open, he drank his whole bottle of water, and ate his canned potato's before she'd even gotten half way through hers. She yawned, handing him the water.
"I think you need the rest of this more then me." She told him drinking the juice from her peaches so as to deflect any protest. He took it and drank that too, he was still pretty thirsty. She finished her fruit, and leaned against him only half awake at this point. He laid down pulling her with him onto his chest, and they slept just like that, until a knock at the cell woke Daryl, normally just the approach of foot steps would have roused him, but he'd been exhausted.
"What?" He asked sleepily, he rolled out of bed gently escaping from Carols grasp, she pouted in her sleep, which made him smile.
"Just wanted to know if you were coming on any of the sweeps today, since you seem to be feeling much better now." Rick told him, Daryl laughed, he felt fan-fucking-tastic, she hadn't laughed at him, and more then that he was the best she'd ever had.
"Sure, I'll be down in a bit." He told him, Rick nodded, trying not to laugh at the ridiculous smile plastered on Daryl's face. Rick left, and Daryl went back to the bed kissing Carol sweetly. She stirred just enough to grab his hand, and smile.
"I'll be back in a bit." He whispered, she held his hand tighter.
"Love you, Daryl." She mumbled, he could tell she was still asleep, but the words were clear enough. He grabbed his crossbow and rushed off, not sure what to think of that, did she love him, was it just a misunderstood dream phrase, and more importantly, did he love her?
He took lead the group this time, it was good to get his mind off his own thoughts, he sure as hell liked her, but did he really love her, he had no clue, he'd never been loved, or in love. He did know that he didn't want to lose her. He wanted her, and he didn't like to admit it even to himself, but he needed her, she kept him grounded, gave him a reason to fight even in all this.
He shot a walker through the skull pulling his bolt back out and reloading, he didn't wanna think about it. He just wanted things to be simple, he wanted to, just be, he'd liked how simple things had been when everything first fell.
Kill, survive, scavenge, hunt, live, that was it, now, now they were getting back to the way life had been before, safe, but complicated, and it was that part of life that he'd never known how to live with.
It was horrifying to imagine screwing things up with her, and worse then that some part of him knew he would, but she was worth it. So maybe he did love her, wasn't that what love was anyway caring enough to stick your own neck out for a chance to be with them.
That's what he figured least ways, he wouldn't say anything, but if she asked he wouldn't hesitate to tell her. Rick stopped them looking around.
"I think we've cleared this place out for the most part. I wanna start moving out of that cell block, so the group can get to the showers and things without needing a key, we can go back for our next sweep, and double check every section for openings, then open it up, eventually get out on the grounds start farming, sending out groups to hunt, start living again. Winter will be here soon, we'll need to hunt to keep the group fed." Rick told them, Daryl nodded, that food from the prison would barely last until summer if they couldn't bolster it with something.
"It's a good plan, keep what ain't safe locked off, and open up the rest a few of us could really use a shower." Daryl joked, T-dog was the first to laugh.
"You mean, you and Carol want to get wet and wild." He jibed Daryl smacked him upside the head.
"Shut your mouth, that's a lady you're talking about." He told him, the whole group laughed, they'd never seen this side of him. It was nice to see him happy.
"We should get it started now, no reason to put it off. The women could use good news." Hershel told them, they all agreed on that, so they'd go back eat, and then sweep out the safe areas, and start making this place the home they needed.
Carol was waiting in there room with food, and a beer, he couldn't help but smile when he saw her. She hopped up offering him the meal kissing him swiftly.
"Hi honey, how was the killing?" she asked trying to keep herself from laughing, he could tell she'd just been waiting for the chance to say that all morning. He laughed popping the beer open and taking a long draft.
"Nice, the place is damn near safe, gonna start opening it up after we eat." She finally laughed at her own joke kissing him again this time he pulled her to him with his strong, though full arms. After a long moment they broke apart with matching suggestive smiles.
"Does that mean I can finally take a shower?" She whispered leaning her head against his, he took another draft of beer over her shoulder, then busied himself with kissing her neck.
"Ya, pretty soon, we both can." She caught his tone and bit her lip nervously, she loved him, she could admit that, but she wasn't ready for him to see her naked. She had loved the way he touched her, but her body was riddled with scars, most of them on her torso, Ed had been repulsed by the sight of her shirtless near the end, even though most of it was his doing.
"Might actually get to smell like something living." She joked not letting him see how nervous she was, she knew he'd been nervous about his skill before yesterday, but that was something he could fix, what if he couldn't look at her either, it would break her, and she knew it.
"Ya, the whole cell block will, brave new world." He joked, pulling back to kiss her again, but he caught a glimpse of her worried expression, one he recognized from his own face yesterday morning, he set his meal down and grabbed both her hands in his.
"What is it?" He asked, she looked at her feet, how could he read her like that, everyone treated him like he was an idiot just because he was better at skinning then reading, but he was actually the smartest one in the group.
"I, I just don't like my body, I, Ed couldn't even look at me." She told him, he took her face in his hands making her look back up at him.
"Hey, he was a fucking dick, you're beautiful, and don't let anything that dead bastard told you hurt you anymore." He told her holding her gaze, she blinked back tears, the look of love and admiration in his eyes made her want to believe him, but it still made her nervous.
"You should eat." She told him, he ignored her kissing her passionately, he didn't know how else to convince her, she was beautiful, and he hated that she didn't know it. She clung to him desperately, he held her close kissing her breathless, he wasn't half bad at this now.
"I, I love you." He whispered against her lip, she was stunned for a moment totally silent, and he was kicking his own ass inwardly the whole time.
"I, really, oh God Daryl, I love you too, I really?" She asked in total disbelief, he kissed her again.
"I wouldn't have said it if it weren't true." He told her, her restrained tears were spilling over, but out of joy now, even when she was married no man had ever said he loved her and meant it, and it was unbelievably good to hear. Maybe, just maybe they would be okay.
"We should eat though, you still have to go on another sweep yet, I, I don't want you to get hurt." She told him kissing him again, she just couldn't stop smiling while they went back and sat on the bed to eat. She leaned on his shoulder just resting there comfortably, completely content.
"You really love me?" She mumbled running her hand up and down his leg absently while he ate.
"Yes, Carol Peletier, I'm in love with you, before I met you I didn't even know anything was missing, your the reason I fight." He told her, he felt like a fucking pussy saying it, but the look on her face made up for it completely. He'd never seen her look so content, she snuggled up next to him, just clinging to him happily.
"I love you so much." She said kissing his neck, running her hands over his chest, his arm snaked around her shoulder. He closed his eyes just basking in the moment, she loved him, and he had her here in his arms.
"I gotta go, when I get back we'll finally be able to shower." He told her kissing her sweetly slipping out of the bed. She held his arm pulling him down into a much longer open mouthed kiss, he pulled away breathlessly.
"Be safe, I love you." She told him, he opened his eyes again taking a deep breath, trying not to get distracted by her quite yet.
"Promise, love you." He told her prying himself away from her and going to meet up with Rick and the group. Rick gave him a nod, Daryl and Rick went through halls and rooms together while Glen, Hershel, and T-dog went the other way, Daryl and Rick were quiet for a long while.
"You two seem pretty serious now, just don't hurt her, she's been through enough." Rick said finally, Daryl looked up at him for his almost laughable words.
"I ain't ever hurt her, and I ain't ever gonna, you just mind yours, and keep your nose out a my damn business." Daryl told him, he nodded taking him at his word, he knew Daryl was a good man, if anyone deserved to be happy it was those two.
They made there way through the showers, and they both stopped long enough to wash off there faces, the water was clean, and even still heated up. Hell Daryl almost felt clean when they made it back to the cell block.
"Hey, Rick, let me open up the showers, could use a moment." He told him, Rick laughed, he knew exactly what he was asking, and he deserved his moment, so Rick nodded.
"Just have it opened up tomorrow, I need a shower bad." Rick told him, Daryl nodded heading up the stairs two at a time. Carol had a bag packed full of God knows what when he got there. She looked up at him with a nervous smile.
"Ready for a shower?" He asked, she picked up the bag holding it out to him proudly.
"I pack us a pick-nick." She told him, he laughed holding his free hand out to her, she took it gladly. He lead her through the halls to the shower, his crossbow still over his shoulder, just to be safe.
She started pulling out bowls and then a big red blanket, that no one was using, a white towel, since it was there only one, and she set it all up draped on a bench and down onto the floor, so they could sit together and eat.
"What do we got to eat?" He asked pulling his boots off so he wouldn't mess up the pick-nick, she pulled out two freshly baked rolls and a can of chicken, he eyed the bread more then a little shocked.
"We found some of the ingredients in the kitchen, I don't know how good they'll be, but we made them this morning, I thought they might be a good treat." She told him putting them in the bowl, she set the chicken down, leaning over on her knees kissing him. Ignoring the food completely in favor of something far more appealing.
He pulled her into his lap kissing her, she slid her hands under his shirt, feeling his warm skin against her small hands. He let go of her yanking his shirt over his head tossing it away and moving his hands back to her body. She pulled away to get a better look at him.
He leaned back looking at her a little concerned, not sure if she was appreciating the way he looked or trying not to laugh.
"What?" He asked reaching out to her, she took his hand with one of hers, and ran her other hand over his chest tracing over the numerous scars that covered his pale skin.
"You're perfect." She whispered leaning over and kissing the scar over his left collar bone, and trailing down his chest stopping over every scar she felt, he closed his eyes and enjoyed the way her lips felt against his bare chest.
He stopped her pulling her up so he could kiss her again, he loved the way she tasted, and the way her lips felt on his body made him need her even more. He let his hands slip under her shirt as he kissed her neck.
She pulled away grabbing the bread from the bowl and tearing a piece off of the the bun and holding it out to him. He took the piece of bread from her running his tongue over her fingers longingly. The bread was still warm and moist, it was delicious, but he was driven to distraction by the thought of her.
"How is it?" She asked taking a bite of her own, he kissed her neck trying to focus on her question.
"Delicious, but not really what I want right now babe." He breathed his hot breath sending a shiver down her skin, she set the the bread down trying not to look at him.
"I know, me either, just, just don't..." She started, he stopped her, capturing her lips with his, sliding his hands back up her shirt, pleading to touch her. She kissed him slowly letting him pull her shirt gently over her head dropping it on the floor.
He stopped to stare like she had, she was beautiful, her smooth pale skin was marred with thin white scars, he traced his rough hands over her soft skin. She couldn't bring herself to look up at him in case she saw disgust.
He ran his hand up her shoulder and gently brought her chin up so she had to meet his eyes, and what she saw there was so far from what she had expected. He was in awe of her, he kissed her sweetly.
"You are so beautiful." He whispered running his hands over her body, she was blinking back tears of joy, the look in his eyes made her feel more beautiful then she ever had before. He pulled her onto his lap so her legs were wrapped around his waist so he could kiss his way from her ear to her breasts.
He clumsily unclasped her bra, nearly ripping it off in frustration, but he didn't know if she had another one, so he restrained himself. He was painfully hard, his hands groping over her smooth perky breasts. She was so sexy, and her skilled hands had him breathless against her, he had to stop, breaking apart long enough to compose himself, but she kissed her way down his chest pulling his jeans down, taking his boxers with them.
He yanked her jeans down tossed them across the room and pulled her back to her spot on his lap. She pushed him back sliding him inside her, she let her head fall back moaning at the feeling of his massive cock, he was so much bigger then she'd ever felt before. He didn't know exactly what he was supposed to do, but the feeling of her around him left him struggling not to lose himself to her.
She took his left hand leading him to rub against her clit, while she writhed on top of him driving him wild. She threw her head back moaning his name as she finished, tight around him, he couldn't hold himself together for another second. He lost himself to her holding her close kissing her desperately, they clung to each other breathlessly.
"Love you so much." He whispered against her hot skin, she smiled into his neck beyond happy, and completely content.
"Love you." She mumbled, he smiled pleased that he'd lasted long enough for her to finish, he unclenched his right hand, he could feel blood welling from the crescent shaped cuts on his palm, in an effort to keep himself together he'd actually drawn blood.
She rolled off him with a sigh, her absence leaving him cold, and laid down snuggling on his chest, he wrapped his arm around her, he reached over grabbing the already started bun. He took a large satisfying bite, and held it out for Carol.
They ate just like that, it was slow and languid but the food was good, and by the time they were done Daryl was thinking about getting up to shower. He looked over at Carol, who was closing eyes obviously thinking about sleep.
"We should shower, that's the reason we came here ain't it?" he told her, she yawned opening her eyes lazily.
"I even brought the shampoo." She told him smiling sleepily, he sat up taking her with him, she curled up closer to his chest reluctant to get up, so he scooped her up into his lap and with a little difficulty managed to stand up. She wrapped her arms around his neck and leaned her head into his chest.
He went over to the shower and turned the hot water on letting it hit him in that first blast of freezing cold water. Carol yelped jumping down from his arms and slapping him in the shoulder, he laughed.
"You dick, you could a just asked me to get up." She told him, he was doubled over laughing at the look on her face.
"Wouldn't a been near as much fun, come here woman, I'll warm ya up." He told her, she stuck her tongue out at him and ran over to grab the shampoo and the soap. He watched her go mesmerized by her wet naked body.
"Here, you big bully, clean your self off." She told him holding the now unwrapped soap out, he took it grabbing her arm with it, he pulled her back under what was now steamy hot water. She yelped, but the relaxed back into him.
"Oh, God this feels so good." Carol told him, he smiled taking the soap and running it slowly down her body. He washed of every inch of grime all the way down to her feet, and back up to her cheeks, he was loving feeling her up in the name of cleanliness and she loved being pampered like this, being admired, and loved.
When he was done he reluctantly handed her the soap, not wanting to stop touching her, she started up at his shoulders slowly working her way down, she soaped up his cock with long slow strokes, that had him hard again almost instantly.
"Do you never tire?" She asked stroking his slick wet hard on, he managed to pry his eyes open in an attempt to answer.
"You're just so fucking hot." He moaned, she smiled wickedly using all her best tricks, he lost himself to her yet again clutching her to him in an attempt not to fall to the floor. She moved down to clean the rest of him.
"Guess that means you're clean now." She giggled, he smiled his eyes still closed, and his hands on her shoulder to stay on his feet. They stayed under the water until it turned cold, then toweled off as best they could and put on the clean clothes Carol had brought with.
"You look down right respectable now." She told him he looked over at him still holding his over shirt, and he loved the look she had for him. She was basicly leering at him in the stupid black tank that she'd brought him.
He reached out pulling her into him kissing her, in that moment he knew they'd be okay. Eventually they went back to the Cell block, Daryl told people it was open now, and they went to sleep.
The next few weeks were perfect, they opened up most of the prison, including the yard, they were planting fields, they had some trouble with some Governor guy, but that was handled with minimal violence.