True Friendship – 6

The more things change….

Daryl walked into the cell, Carol she was asleep but she stirred when he sat on the edge of the bed and unlaced his boots. It was early and she had gone to bed right after dinner, fighting a headache that signaled a change in the weather was coming. It had been a while since she had gotten a headache like this, she didn't want to even open her eyes. She reached out and rubbed her hand on his back to let him know she was awake.

"How ya feelin'?" It had been strange not to have her hanging out after dinner. Daryl reached around, found her hand and held it. Even though they wouldn't have really been together downstairs, he still missed her. She groaned in answer to the question. "Do anything for ya?" He hated to see her like this.

Carol knew that whatever he did wasn't going to help. She needed a dark, quiet room and time. "Rub my neck for me?" Just because it wouldn't help, didn't mean it wouldn't feel good. She loved any touch from him. He nodded his head, slipped out of his boots and sat next to her in bed, with his back to the support rails. He opened up his arms and let her get comfortable anyway she needed to.

She moved her head into his lap with her cheek on his thigh close to his knees, he threaded his fingers through her grey hair, his beard was starting to match her. Then he gently began to rub at her neck, lightly at first then deeper as it felt like she was warming up. He could hear folks going to bed, people saying good night, springs squeaking as they slumped with body weight. Beth was signing softly in the next cell over, he had carried Judith to her crib and kissed her goodnight already. He thought he could hear the faint sound of people having sex, the openly affectionate Woodbury couple off in the distance. No matter how quiet they tried it be, it could be heard through the cells. That's why he never thought about having sex anywhere but in the tombs. Daryl could feel her melting into his touch.

Rick leaned in the doorway, Daryl had heard his boots coming up the stairs but wasn't sure if he would stop in. Some nights he did, others he just sailed by. Tonight he had pulled the sheet back and stepped in. Daryl looked up and Rick gave a nod of his head questioning how she was doing, Daryl shrugged his shoulders. There silent communication was becoming more and more in tuned. Rick walked over and knelt next to the bed and kissed her hair. "Hi sweetheart." He had taken to calling her that on occasion since she had gotten shot a while back. She appreciated the gentle way he had with her, it made her smile. Daryl continued to rub her neck gently as they as they all sat quietly for a few minutes.

"Takin' Carl hunting tomorrow." Daryl was reminding them both, they had talked about it a few days ago. The kid hadn't been outside the fence in weeks, he was getting a little stir crazy and Daryl didn't mind putting up with him in the woods, the kid knew how to be quiet for hours if needed. Rick nodded, he didn't love the idea of it all, but he trusted Daryl with both his kids.

Rick started to get up, he was exhausted. "I know, he's excited to go with you." He kissed Carol's head one more time then stood up. He was surprised when Daryl took his hand and pulled at him. Rick was confused then realized that Daryl wanted to be kissed. He leaned down and kissed his lips. Simple, closed mouth kiss. "Don't keep Carl out too long."

"Leaving early, back before supper." Daryl went back to work on Carol's neck.

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Daryl drove the truck up a winding road to his favorite hunting spot. The one with the shack in the woods, but they wouldn't be going that far this time. He figured they would stay close to the stream, the season was shifting and he felt it gave them a shot at the best small animal catch. They had been working on bow and arrow shooting for a few weeks, Carl was getting fast and accurate. The walked into the woods and found a rock to perch on. They hadn't said much the whole way.

Carl readied his bow and arrows, took a practice shot into a rotting tree stump, grabbed the arrow and came back to sit. Daryl offered him some deer jerky that he had packed. Carl felt so grown up again, out hunting with Daryl. It was a big deal to be invited. They had grown a bond over the years together, he looked at Daryl like a second father, always listening to what he had to say and obeying. But he was also like a friend sometimes. In recent, when people weren't looking Daryl would be the first one to throw food across the dining room, then blame it on Judith. Always aiming for Carl and Carl always being told not to throw food back at his sister.

"So, you and the blond girl?" Daryl licked his fingers. "She's cute." She was one of the girls from Woodbury, Carl had been inching his way closer to her at lunch during the week and last night he saw them sitting together after dinner as Beth was singing.

Carl blushed, he didn't think Daryl paid attention to those things. "Yeah, she is." He really liked her, even though she was a little immature for him. He had grown up faster than her.

"Didja kiss'er yet?" Daryl looked out into the woods, all their talking would keep bigger animals away by the smaller stuff they were after wouldn't be affected.

Carl chewed long on the jerky, "No." He hadn't figured out how to get her alone to kiss her. But he really wanted to. He didn't want to talk about her though, had to move the conversation on to something else. "Did you kiss Carol?" He had no idea what it meant now that Daryl had moved into her cell.

Daryl was surprised the little chit asked, no one else had. "Yup." There wasn't any reason to lie. "So when you gonna kiss'er?" He'd volley the question back to Carl. Carl turned a few shades of red and decided that kissing wasn't a good topic.

"I kinda feel bad sometimes." His voice was low, he was trying to see what Daryl was scanning for in the woods. Carl had no idea what his eyes were tracking. Daryl didn't reply, just nodded his head for the kid to continue. "You got Carol. Maggie and Glenn. That couple from over there." He was talking about Woodbury couple. "Dad doesn't have anyone now." Daryl stopped scanning for a moment and then went back to doing it. "I thought maybe him and Michonne, I mean… She never knew my mom. But she doesn't stay around much." Carl turned and looked at Daryl. "Just feel bad that he's alone."

Daryl didn't know how to reply. He checked the strings on his crossbow to stall, "You're dad's got friends. Sometimes that's better than having a girl." That just about summed it all up in Daryl's mind. Things may have been getting more involved between them lately, but at the heart of it all, it was just about their friendship, being there for each other. A good fuck on occasion seemed to keep them both from going stir crazy. But it was nice the kid cared about his dad.

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The guys had returned with a raccoon, two possum and one fat plump squirrel. Carl had gotten the raccoon with his bow and arrow, it had lumbered slowly enough. He was quite proud of himself and the blond girl noticed as well as they passed off their prizes to Glenn and Maggie. Daryl took the bow from Carl then knocked him in the arm and motioned toward the pretty blond. Then he turned for the stairs, he'd check on Carol before supper. She had not looked any better as he had left this morning; this headache was really kicking her ass.

"She's not up there." Maggie spoke before he hit the stairs. "She down in the tombs, said she needed the dark." Daryl didn't like it, that wasn't safe at all. "She brought a gun with her." Maggie shouted after him.

Daryl murmured a thanks as he turned for the tombs. Damn, he hated her down here alone. He would move the showers and the laundry room from down there if he could. He had a good guess which room she was in, it had a lock from the inside and no windows. Glenn had moved a mattress down there over the past months and just about everyone had used it once or twice as their own private getaway. He got to the door and turned the handle, the room was glowing yellow from the oil lamp and he opened it slowly and saw that she wasn't alone. Rick was sitting on the mattress and Carol was resting in his arms, her back to his chest and his arms around her. They were laughing and she smiled when he walked into the room. Rick on the other hand stifled his laugh and suddenly looked guilty. Daryl closed the door and flicked the thumb lock.

"Feelin' better?" He was on the verge of jealousy but he was too busy being relieved that she wasn't down here alone. When he got to the mattress he fell to his knees and crawled up both sets of their intertwined legs up to their bodies and waited for her to reply. She nodded and reached her arms around him. They kissed, in Rick's arms, Daryl and Carol kissed. Soft and gentle as he was trying to be cautious of her headache. She wrapped herself tightly around him and kissed him like she hadn't seen him in a week.

Why did this never feel weird to Rick? He leaned his head back against the wall and let them have their time together. They kissed and connected in the safety of his arms, and though it did not include him, he enjoyed being there as it was going on.

"Glad yer feelin' better." He kissed her forehead then moved to settle his tongue in the hollow of Rick's neck and licked, straight up to the side of his face. Rick should have been annoyed how gratuitous the lick was, but since it made him hard, and he couldn't argue with that.

They all lay there, using Rick as their base. She played with Daryl's hair as he rested his cheek on Rick's thigh and they talked about the hunt, how she was feeling, the shifting weather that hand driven them back out of the woods and about Carl's concern for Rick's happiness.

"What did you tell him?" Rick really had no idea what a wild card answer Daryl might have given his son.

Daryl bit his thigh through his pants, hard, the way Rick liked to be bitten. Rick grasped a handful of Daryl's hair and tightened enjoying the bite but finally pulling him off before he broke the skin. Daryl finally answered the question. "I told him that you liked the way I fucked you and not to worry about it." Daryl braced himself for the smack from Rick but he wasn't expecting one he got from Carol at the same time. "Jesus, joking. I told 'im you were okay. Nothin' to worry 'bout." He liked making them laugh. "He did think you were gonna hook up with Michonne though." Daryl went back to resting on the spot he just bitten. He absolutely left a mark with that one, but he did it because he loved to hear Rick groan in pleasure, which he had.

"She does have a great ass." Carol spoke and both the guys turned their heads to look at her. "I've seen you both looking. Don't act like you don't."

Rick kissed her neck. "Yeah, we do. Didn't think you did." They stayed down there a little while longer till it was pushing supper time and they finally made their way up to the commotion that was the dining room. Carol ate for the first time in two days, her head was finally feeling better as the rain poured down. This was the shift in the weather her body had been waiting for.

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The three walked up to the upper deck and Daryl pushed back the curtain to their cell, "Be right back." She smiled at Rick and they walked on, looking into to Beth's cell, she and Judith were sleeping. Then on to Rick's, they closed the curtain behind them. They stood close enough to kiss but they didn't, they just talked in whispered knowing the cells echoed fiercely.

"Thanks for takin' care of her today." He did appreciate the fact that Rick had stepped in while he was gone to be there for her, but this was more about how Daryl loved being this close to Rick. He was finding it hard some days to not be this close to his bed friend, he loved the heat of Rick's body, the feel of skin when they brushed by each other.

Rick closed his eyes, if he didn't he might have made a move on his best friend. "That's what I'm here for." Their contact in the tombs today had been great, but not enough for Rick.

Daryl didn't like his way of thinking. Rick was a leader, not a babysitter. And Daryl wasn't trying to push Rick into a specific roll in this evolving, unusual relationship. "Just sayin'. Thanks."

Rick opened his eyes, drew Daryl's face into his hands and spoke in a hushed tone. "I know she's yours. Not trying to get in on that." He liked Carol, hell loved the way she sucked him and hoped to get inside her one day. But she belonged to Daryl and that was fact. "Just didn't like her down there alone, not safe down there."

Daryl nodded, he understood. He kissed Rick. He couldn't resist any more and Rick kissed him back. That rough, fierce kissing they did that felt like animal hunger mixed with greedy lust. Rick wanted to slam him against the cell door, strip him and fuck him, but that would make too much noise. They kissed and grabbed and vied for dominance. Till finally Daryl stopped, he had to or he would have taken him right here and now. "Not gonna tell her what to do. She had enough of someone doing that to her. It's between you two." He didn't let go of Rick.

"Daryl, I'm not gonna get in the way of your thing with her." Rick wanted to pace and have this discussion, but they couldn't talk louder than a whisper.

Daryl kissed him, more passionately this time. "She doesn't tell me and you what to do. And sure as shit not gonna tell ya'll what to do." He groaned into Rick's mouth when he felt his friend's hand slide down the front of his pants and rub him through the thinning material.

Rick laughed thinking back to the night they got home from the boarding school. "Not true man. She does tell us to go have sex sometimes. And I'm guessing she gonna wanna see it. Soon." Somehow that thought seemed to turn them both on as they reached in unison grabbing for each other like some sit-com moment but full of feral passion. They kissed and groped and Rick pulled at Daryl's shirt wishing he could undress him. The hunters eyes locked on the pulsing vain in Rick's neck and it took all his strength to push him away before he bit and tear at the flesh he wanted so badly. Daryl exhaled and left the cell.

Carol was already in bed reading the crappy western that Daryl had just finished, it wasn't her thing but they were almost out of books to pass around. She tried to push away the images of what she thought they might be doing. Damn she loved the idea of them together. Strong and masculine in this way that was sexy and it just ignited her imagination. She had seen Rick on his knees, sucking his best friend deep, swallowing all of him. Her sex with Daryl had been enhanced as she watched Rick holding him tight, keeping his feral nature in check. Hell even the lick earlier today had gone straight to her pussy as she loved being sandwiched between those two as they shared a moment. She really didn't mind not being included, she just wished she could always be a fly on the wall watching.

Daryl pushed open the curtain and pulled off his shirt and with his boots still on he climbed on the bed, on Carol and pulled the book out of her hands. She hadn't really been reading it anyways. He brought his nose to her neck and inhaled, smelling her, finding her scent just made his cock rage more. She loved that he did that. She was learning that he was very primal in that way, always smelling before diving in. She braced herself, holding her breath as she waited, never trying to anticipate his next move. With his eyes closed he crashed his mouth onto hers and forced his tongue inside. She welcomed him. Carol slipped her arms around him and kissed him back, he was never been like this in their own bed. Daryl was one for discretion. "Want you." He growled in her ear.

Images of a wild Daryl ravaging her flashed through her head, her screaming out in pleasure too good to contain and Rick running into keep Daryl from hurting her. Then half the prison would flock in to see the three of them in bed, Carol thrashing in pleasure as Rick restrained an uninhibited Daryl. Though it had its appeal, she knew it was not wise to let that happen. She held his face, looked into his darkening eyes. "The tombs." He nodded and kissed her, pulling her up off the bed to drag her down two flights of stairs. She moved with him but had to stop before they got to the door way, she was not dressed to leave the cell, she needed pants and shoes. She pulled away from him and he paced grabbing his shirt and putting it back on. Paced as she pulled on her pants and started on her boots.

The quiet night air was shattered by the sound of a gunshot. Out in the courtyard a shot rang out and sounded through the prison. He closed his eyes, processed the sound and it shook Daryl from his lust and flipped him into battle mode, he grabbed his crossbow and handed Carol her gun. He and Rick met in front of Beth's cell where she was holding the baby in one arm and a pistol in her other hand. Rick pushed the cell door shut closing them in.

Down the stairs, through the hall and out to courtyard they all moved like well-oiled machines. Folks converged on the courtyard and the Woodbury folks in the tower were pointing to the breach in the fence, a section that had been pushed through at the bottom and Walkers were pushing under. Flesh ripping on the chain link as they pushed into the open area between the fence lines. The courtyard was not in danger, just the free-zone between the fences. Guns were put away and knives were brought out. Daryl aimed his cross bow and popped the walker that was pulling through the bent fence. This plugged the hole and allowed for Glenn and Maggie to polish off the few who had made it through. Carl and Rick opened the main gate as Michonne and Daryl swept through to finish off the job.

It was only after all the Walkers had been dropped that anyone had even paid attention to the fact that it was pouring rain out. They were all a muddly mess, but they had been able to mend the fence line, and got everyone back inside. Rick explained, again, to the ones on watch the things that constituted the right reasons to use precious bullets, Walkers stuck between the fences was not one of them. Carl and Glenn agreed to finish the watch shift as the Woodbury folks were too shaken up.

The showers were full, six people trying to get a little warmer and a lot less muddy. Daryl watched as Rick lathered up, he tried not to but it was a losing battle. Good thing no one was paying attention.

The woman had showered before the men did and Carol was back in bed when Daryl came through. He had patted Rick on the back as he went into rock with Judith for a while. No oil lamp this time, the book was on the table. He sat on the edge of the bed and she sat up with him. It was almost impossible to see in the cell tonight, the rain had darkened the sky. She kissed at his shoulder on the edge of one of his scars, she couldn't see it but she felt it at her lips. "Well, that kinda screwed up a good thing." She had really been hoping to get laid tonight.

He laid her back and joined her under the covers. His brain was calmer this time, he had taken out his sexual aggressions on the scull on a walker, but only Michonne seemed to notice. Carol snuggled against him and he whispered in her ear. "Better that we didn't, maybe." Daryl had been out of control when he had come into the cell the first time tonight. A feeling that had been slowly creeping to the surface more and more in recent. His heart had pounded and his skin was on fire, and his brain had shut down to anything beyond the most basic primal functions. Daryl loved feeling that way. It brought him back to somewhere long ago when no one noticed who he was, no one had any expectations for him. For years the feeling scared him, for a while it consumed him, now it was simply something he worked to keep in check. He pushed it all aside and held Carol. This false-alarm of an emergency made him grateful he wasn't that same person who constantly needed to feel out of control. But damn did he love the feeling. He kissed her forehead.

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Carol and Rick worked in the munitions corner together, guns and ammo spread out on the table as Rick cleaned a pistol and Carol counted bullets and stored them next to the appropriate weapon. Daryl and Glenn were out on a run, searches were taking them further and further away from their prison home. Judith was playing in her play pen with a bunny Daryl had brought her and an empty plastic mayonnaise jar filled with marbles. She shook it like a rattle while she sucked on the ear of the bunny.

"Think they'll be back tonight?" Carol boxed up all the .22 shells in a large and labeled the bin before she put them box back on the shelf.

Rick could dismantle and reassemble just about any gun there was, but this one seemed to be giving him trouble. Felt like something was jamming it and he was struggling to take it apart. "Nah, tomorrow. If they're not back yet, gonna stay out another night." Rick forced the slide and gravel came flying out. He banged it on the table cleaning out what he could before blowing the smaller bits out of the way.

Carol had always liked the cadence of Rick's voice, but she especially enjoyed it when he talked low like he was now. Judith seemed to be making enough noise for everyone. She huffed at his prediction. They had already been gone for two nights, a few more would cause her to worry. Rick got up and walked to the cabinet to get another bottle of oil. She had moved on to the shotgun shells. He stopped at her side, kissed her shoulder and whispered in her ear. "He's gonna be okay." Rick rarely worried about Daryl's survival skills and he knew she didn't need to either.

She touched his face, "I know." She went back to counting and Rick got distracted by his daughter. She was making those happy baby noises and he couldn't resist picking her up. Bunny still in her mouth.

"You know, I brought her back a stuffed kitten the same time he brought her this bunny. She has never touched the cat." It never bothered him that Judith liked Daryl more than anyone else, he had a way with this child that no one else did. It actually made Rick feel better to know that if anything ever happened to him, this child would grow up to be a road warrior under Daryl's angle wing.

They stopped working, sat on the floor and played with Judith and the bunny. A baby that belong to neither of them, playing on the cement floor of a prison. Strangely it was the most beautiful moment either of them had experienced in a while.

"Gotta get to helping with dinner and you need to finish cleaning this up, we need the tables." Carol got up and put Judith back in the play pen with her beloved bunny. He reached a hand to help Rick get up. He was feeling every bit of his forty years today. The hall was still silent, no one had come in yet. He wrapped his arms around her. Carol loved the feel of his body, she trailed her hands along the long length of muscles in his back. "This was nice." She had enjoyed spending time with him and the baby and not dealing with the crap that lay outside the prison fences.

He held her closer enjoying her breasts pushed up against him. "You know, you get to lonely you can come sleep in my bed tonight."

Daryl had told them both that they were free to do what they wanted while he was gone. He meant it, it only seemed fair to him. They both felt odd about it, but they knew it was an option for them that would not cause an issue.

Carol placed a quick kiss on Rick's neck then laughed, "Don't know if I'm that lonely yet." She headed out of the room thinking about how nice it would feel to sleep in Rick's arms.

At what point had things become so routine? Dinner followed by clean up, tucking the few kids into bed, the leaders having unofficial meetings, gathering in the main hall to play cards, read books, listen to someone sing then off to bed. It was almost eerie how normal it all had come to feel. Rick was always the last one of the hall. He checked on the guard tower, shut all the doors and would have turned off the lights if there had been any. Instead he blew out the oil lamps and finally dragged his tired body up the metal stairs. He stood at the top and scanned the view from Daryl's old perch. Rick missed his house, all the hardwood, carpet, the wallpaper he had hated. Though he knew he was safe here, it was cold and hard. And he was sad that this was what Judith might remember as home. He walked quietly down the row of cells and stopped in to check on Carol. He knocked once and heard her murmur a 'come in'.

Rick closed the curtain behind him and walked to the bed. She was sitting with her back to the wall reading. She patted the space next to her as she put the book down. They sat together in silence as the listened to the prison settle in for the night. She rested her head on his shoulder. They were comfortable in the quiet together and she liked that. She hadn't felt comfortable with a man in years, Ed had ruined that for her. And now she had these two men who made her feel comfortable, protected, wanted and so much more. She snuggled closer and he put an arm around her.

"Think I can sneak some time for the three of us tomorrow." Rick had been trying to work it out in his head to get the three of them together again. Since he had mentioned to Daryl that she was going to want to see them together, he couldn't get the idea out of his head. "If he's back."

Carol had been thinking about it as well, she had gotten good and worked up before the walker mishap and couldn't shake the animal look in Daryl's eyes that she had seen. "No one's gonna notice the three of us gone, again?"

Rick could hear Judith fussing and Beth quietly singing in the next cell over. "Don't really care if they do." He really didn't. Nothing was normal or conventional anymore, why should this be anything different.

Carol wished she could play coy and innocent but the mere mention of them all together made her ooze and dampen her panties. Even her nipples hardened at the thought. They were poking at her tank top. "Daryl doesn't like being ambushed."

Rick didn't miss the quick hardening of her nipples. He reached his hand and pinched at it through her shirt. "No, he doesn't. But he does like sex. Think he'll be fine with it." He pinched and pulled and she closed her eyes to enjoy it all. It felt weird without Daryl there, for both of them. She suppressed a moan into a deep exhale. Rick nuzzled closer to her ear. "Give ya an orgasm before ya go to sleep?"

Now it really felt strange not having Daryl there with them. She wanted it, she wanted Rick to make her cum. Daryl would never deny her that even if it might have bothered him. Carol didn't struggle long with her decision, she nodded her head. "I'll try to be quiet."

Rick slid his hand from her breast down into the boxers she was wearing, something she had stolen from Daryl. "Don't care if you are."

Carol did care. People knew Daryl was not here, moaning from her cell would only attract attention to a relationship she didn't fully understand. She was also acutely aware of the fact that there was a shortage of eligible men around and she was getting to be with two of them. She whimpered when he made contact with her clit and put her mouth on his shoulder. He slipped his fingers down lower sliding two inside of her, her legs spread open in chain reaction to his fingers. "You can bite me." He whispered to her.

"You know that's an odd kink to have now a days." She barely got the sentence out but it was something she had though since she saw the bite Daryl had left on him. She sank her mouth into his arm as he slowly pushed his fingers as deep as he could inside of her. He wasn't sure if he'd ever get his dick in her, but she felt amazing on his fingers.

He held her in his arms ignoring his dick raging in his pants. He loved the way she tried to stifle her enjoyment. He pushed in an out of her, she was so wet for him. He closed his eyes, she was right, being bit was an odd fetish but he couldn't resist the feel of it. She grazed her teeth into his arm and it made him finger her faster, he used his thumb on her clit and added a finger inside of her. Daryl was lucky to be able to spend every night with such a responsive woman even if he didn't take advantage of it.

Carol was breathless, her words barely audible, "Don't stop Rick, more." She was close to cumming, it wasn't going to take much tonight.

"You liked it when Daryl told you, you were a good girl?" His voice was shallow but she heard every word. Her body reacted to it as well; she clenched on his fingers and bit harder into his arm. She didn't reply, she didn't need too. He kept talking. "You feel so good, so hot on my fingers." Rick loved to talk dirty, he always had. He had tried it with Lori a few times, but she never got into it, always found it more funny than arousing. When he had seen Carol's respond to Daryl a few weeks ago, he knew he wanted to go there with her. "Gonna cum in my arms? Feel me filling you up." He slid out, twisted his wrist added a finger than pushed in again. She was panting, he mouth on his arm leaving a wet spot on his sleeve. "That's right, come on Carol, take it all." She nodded her head and looked at him, her eyes were begging. She was fucking into him now. With his hand now turned he was in a position to slide his thumb to her ass, he did it and the whimpering began again, he thought it was the most beautiful sound he had ever heard. She was nodding, approving of everything he was planning to do.

Rick stopped pushing with his fingers and focused on using his thumb, he teased at her hole as she held her breath he slowly felt his way along her tight ring of muscles, she tried to relax but it wasn't working. "You need to breathe Carol." He used his 'in control' voice. She exhaled and her body slowly opened up to him, the breach made her gasp and that made Rick smile. "You okay?" He didn't want to hurt her, he didn't know what she could take. She nodded and went back to biting into his flesh. He started to work his entire hand now, "You like it don't you?" She panted out a yes followed by a bite that encouraged him, "That's right, such a good girl." The angle was starting to hurt his wrist, but he wasn't going to stop till she came in his arms. "Gettin' close?" She nodded frantically. "Gonna cum all over me?" The nodding didn't stop. "Let it all go, cum for me."

He growled out his plea and she obeyed. Her body clenched around her hand but not a sound came from her as she came with intensity he had never seen from her. She gushed on his fingers as she lifted off the mattress gnashing her teeth into his arm a final time. She was sweating and shaking and he held her as she slowly came down. He worked his fingers out of her and she whimpered again. He loved that noise from her. He slowly rocked her in his arms wondering if this would have happened if Daryl had been here. Rick wasn't sure he would have started the dirty talk, wouldn't have held her so intimately. He licked his fingers knowing he wouldn't get her smell off him till the morning when he could go and scrub up in the kitchen. He didn't mind at all.

Carol let out her little smile and thanked him. She wondered if she had stayed quiet enough. She didn't care much either now that she thought about it. The cells seemed silent now that her breathing had evened out. All except for Judith cooing next door. She knew Rick could hear it. "Why don't you go to her. I'm good." The thought of sleeping next to him crossed her mind but that really felt odd. She slept with Daryl

Rick kissed her hair. "'kay, you know you can come sleep in my cell if you want." He started off the bed and she went with him.

She stood on her tip toes, wrapped her arms around him and kissed him goodnight. "I know, I'm good tonight. Thank you again."