I'm not sure how many if you will get the chance to read this until the crazy holidays are over but for those who do, happy holidays! I hope a lil Caryl smut will make your holiday season even better! I also hope it's enough to keep you with me for a little while longer, until we get to the part you've all been waiting for. I'm enjoying the build up and I really don't want to rush it. I hope you guys understand that and aren't getting frustrated with me. If you're still reading this I love you for taking the time to share this journey with me! xoxoxo
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Daryl played with Judith and tried to ignore the gunshots. He counted 25 before he forced himself to stop. He couldn't imagine what would be going on that they would need to waste that much ammo. If it was just a few walkers then knives would have worked just fine. Which meant it had to be more, way more. But how had they gotten in? Had someone left the gate open? That wasn't possible he decided, it was guarded all the time.
He wasn't willing to let himself think of the other possibility. The Governor was still out there somewhere.. No, there was no way he could have regained strength that fast. It had to be walkers. Lots and lots of walkers. Did they have enough manpower to stop them? Enough ammo?
"Ouch," Daryl yelled pulling his finger away from Judith's mouth. She giggled and looked at him innocently. She had 2 teeth at the top and 2 at the bottom now, and they were like little razor blades. Daryl examined his finger for blood as she tried to get his hand back to her mouth again. "Serves me right for not paying attention," he thought.
Daryl took a second to look at her. She really was cute. Daryl could see a lot of Lori in her. He knew that there was a chance that Judith was biologically Shane's but something about her eyes reminded him of Rick and Carl. Daryl would bet money that the baby really was Rick's child in every sense of the word. Not that it mattered, as far as anyone was concerned she was Rick's, even to those who knew.
"Ba ba ba," Judith babbled, pointing towards the bottle. Daryl grabbed it and repositioned her to feed. It was hard not to look at a baby while you fed it and Daryl stared at her until the bottle was empty and she was snoring gently in his arms.
Until she had fallen asleep he had momentarily forgot about the gunfire. Daryl noticed then that it had stopped. He listened closer to be sure but couldn't hear anymore shots. Daryl hoped that Carol would reappear soon but a good half an hour passed and still no sight of her. He knew it was a good thing Carol had brought him Lil Asskicker because if she hadn't he would have found a way to get to the wheelchair and been outside with them.
Daryl continued to stew silently while Judith napped. She had a calming effect on him or he likely would have been yelling, trying to get up, or throwing things by that point. Finally he heard footsteps. His heart was pounding in anticipation. Daryl held his breath but finally released it when Carol appeared in the doorway.
She was covered in blood and looked exhausted. "Are you..." Daryl started.
Carol shook her head, "no I'm fine. Walker blood."
"The rest?" he asked.
"Fine, everyone is fine. I think Maggie might have sprained a wrist, but she'll be ok." Carol pulled his gun out of her waistband. "It's reloaded," she said, putting it back in the drawer where she found it.
Daryl waited for her to explain. "There was a herd at the fence. They pushed it down and got in. We had to shoot until we got rid of enough of them to use knives instead."
"What about the fence?" Daryl asked.
"There are a bunch out repairing it now. I was helping but Rick sent me in to see you and sent a few of us to get cleaned up before we trade off again," Carol explained. "Carl is changing and then coming to get Judith." Carol looked at the baby and smiled. "I'm going to go shower, then Glenn is going to come help me get you in the wheelchair. I figured you might want to get out there and see what's going on."
Daryl loved that she knew him so well. He nodded in appreciation. "Can you hurry? Don't take one of those long damn girly showers!"
Carol rolled her eyes, and started to leave, "I shower faster than you, Sunshine."
"She probably right," he thought with a smile.
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Carol went about her business as quickly as she could. The image of Daryl holding a sleeping Judith in his arms was burned in her mind. He was always at ease and comfortable with kids, including babies. Carol had often wondered why that was? Some people just have a knack for it but its often people who are around kids a lot, teachers, day care, parents, and she was pretty sure that wasn't the case for Daryl. Maybe someday she would ask him.
Carol had tucked her jasper necklace inside her shirt but it somehow still managed to get blood on it. She rinsed it off in the shower until it was clean and sparkly again.
In less than 20 minutes Carol had showered, changed, and was on her way to find Glenn. She ran her hands through her short hair, thankful that she really didn't have to do much more than that and it was done.
Before she got to Glenn and Maggie's cell she tucked the jasper inside her shirt again. It was very noticeable because it shined and sparked so beautifully, and she wasn't in the mood to explain where it had come from all day long. It would happen eventually but she was too tired right then to endure the questions and likely the teasing. She knew Daryl would understand and appreciate it as well. He would have hated her going around and showing everyone, bringing attention to something special between them. So, for now, the gift would remain private.
Glenn was waiting when Carol arrived. "How's Maggie?" she asked as they headed towards Daryl.
Glenn shook his head and groaned in frustration, "Hershel wrapped her wrist and she's already back out there."
Carol laughed, "Believe me, I feel your pain." Carol knew exactly what Glenn was going through and the more Daryl's leg healed the harder it was going to be to keep him down. She knew what had happened that morning was only going to make him all the more determined. Carol just hoped that by keeping Daryl as involved as possible he wouldn't push himself too hard. But it hadn't even been a week, only a few days. There was a good possibility she would have to use certain distraction techniques soon and if it came to that, she would do it.
They got Daryl dressed and into the wheelchair, then Carol pushed him outside. It was bright, sunny, and hot. The warm days and cool nights were a stark contrast but after spending all day in the hot sun most of them enjoyed bundling up in the evenings.
"Here we go again," Carol muttered when the adoring fans started to swarm the wheelchair. They were going to have to get through all the pleasantries and small talk before she could take him down to the fence to see the damage. As much as she joked about it she had to admit it was seriously cute seeing Daryl as the center of attention. She was pretty sure he would never get used to it as he continued to blush at every person who talked to him. At one point he sought out her eyes and silently begged for help.
Carol came to the rescue and said their goodbyes, quickly moving them out of the Woodbury dominated crowd towards Rick, Michonne, and others who would be too busy at the fence to make much small talk. When they were out of earshot Carol leaned in and whispered, "You've come a long way from the loner who was going to take off on his own from the farm." She couldn't resist adding, "um like maybe later I could, like, get your autograph or somethin'?"
Daryl shot a glare over his shoulder, "I could still leave."
Carol laughed, "not for another 5 weeks at least. And by that point you'll love me too much to leave." She was only teasing him, like she always had, but there was a possible truth to the statement they both recognized. Carol knew that another 5 weeks wasn't going to make a difference for her, she couldn't leave him, or the others, even if she tried. This was home now, and for a long time, she hoped.
Carol was surprised at how much had been accomplished in her short absence. They had the fence back up, supported with braces, and were working on straightening out and reattaching the chain link that had been damaged. Beth, Maggie and Sasha had attracted the remaining walkers to another area and were killing them at the fence. Carol noticed Glenn making his way over, likely to try and convince Maggie to rest. "Good luck," she thought, with a grin.
Rick noticed they had arrived. "what can I do?" Carol called out. She was standing beside Daryl and all of a sudden felt him try to take her knife. "What are you doing?" she hissed.
"I can go kill walkers, at the fence," he said, tugging at the knife.
Rick saw the exchange and made his way over as Carol stepped back, retaining her knife. "We're almost done," Rick said. "A few more minutes and we can all take a break."
Daryl made some sort of irritated snorting noise that caused Rick and Carol to exchange a quick look of amusement. But Rick realized Daryl's need to feel useful and honored it. "Daryl, we could use a hand down at the fence. It'll be easier for Michonne and I to get the chain link tight if we have someone pulling it."
Carol mouthed Rick a silent 'thank you' as she pushed the wheelchair into place. Once she was certain he was in position and settled she headed over to help Karen and Tyreese.
In less than an hour they were done. Sasha and Bob offered to take the next guard shift and everyone else headed back to have lunch, get cleaned up, and many were ready for a nap.
Carol noticed that Daryl's mood had improved greatly, just being able to help out a bit. She made a mental note to think of things he could do in the future so they both might survive another 5 weeks in the cast.
The rest of the day flew by. Around 7pm Michonne came by Daryl's cell. "There's a group of kids in the library hoping you'll show up," she said to Carol.
Carol gasped, "Oh my God, it's Monday. Story hour." Both Daryl and Michonne knew how much it meant to her.
"Go," he urged her.
Carol hesitated. Michonne nodded, "I'll stay."
"Thank you," she replied and took off with a smile.
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Michonne had been gone for a few minutes before Carol returned. She had to leave for guard duty. Daryl had already removed his shirt and was making an attempt at getting his pants off when Carol entered.
"I'm so sorry I'm late. I'm reading them The Hobbit and they always seem to talk me into one more chapter." Carol smiled, "tonight it was 3 more chapters." She came over to help him as she spoke. "Then I had to find Hershel and the other council members."
Carol sighed, "I've called a council meeting for tomorrow. You up for that?" Daryl nodded but gave her a questioning look. "There were too many people who weren't prepared for what happened today, myself included. Too many people who weren't carrying weapons." Carol took a deep breath, "we got lucky that we didn't lose anyone. What happened today just proves that we can't let out guard down. Not even for a second."
She looked tired and stressed, so Daryl motioned for her to sit down in front of him. The second his hands touched her shoulders Carol relaxed. He kneaded her sore muscles gently, enjoying not only the feel of her but the way it was making her feel, the pleasurable sighs and the way she moved her head when he did something that felt really good.
Carol tilted her head back, slightly to one side, exposing her neck. Daryl stared, he was almost positive he could see her pulse beating. He gently touched the spot with his fingers and felt the steady beat of her heart. Before he could stop himself he replaced his finger tips with his mouth. Carol gasped in response, leaning her head back against his shoulder to allow him greater access. Daryl licked at her pulse point, then sucked gently. Carol moaned and arched her body, leaning back into him even more.
Daryl moved from her neck to her shoulder, trailing soft kisses along the way. He had one hand around her body, splayed over her firm stomach. The other was free momentarily, until it found its way to her breast. He cupped it through her clothes but it only frustrated him, Daryl needed to touch it, skin on skin. He slid the hand up under her shirt, found her bra and shoved it up, releasing her tit below into his waiting hand. He felt her body shudder against him as he touched her nipple. Suddenly just touching her wasn't enough, he wanted to see her too.
Daryl tugged her shirt off over her head and tossed it. Then he undid her bra and let it fall off. He felt her stiffen against him and knew she was feeling self conscious and exposed. "Shh, it's ok," he whispered gently in her ear. "You're beautiful."
Daryl leaned his chin on her shoulder and Carol nuzzled her head against his. From his new vantage point he could see her gorgeous breasts and decided at that moment that they were perfect. He started both hands low on her stomach and slowly slid them up her body until he was holding one in each hand. Then he started to gently circle her nipples with his thumbs, watching with a smile as they grew stiff, much like his cock was doing inside his underwear.
After a few minutes Carol broke away and stood up. He had a full on view of the top half of her, perfectly naked, and his body responded with a rush. He watched, heart pounding as she took off her boots, socks, and started to remove her pants. "You're wearing only your underwear, it's only fair I join you," she said, with a shy smile. Daryl rarely seen her shy about anything and it drove him crazy to see the vulnerability she was demonstrating.
Carol stripped down to nothing but a cute pair of light green panties. They were really nothing special, cotton fruit of the looms likely, but Daryl thought they were the sexiest panties he had ever seen.
She hesitated for a moment suddenly unsure of her decision and made a move to cover herself. "Don't," he said gently. "C'mere." She stepped closer and he took her hand urging her to join him in the bed. When she stepped the first leg over his body he pulled down on her hand, suggesting for her to straddle him.
She didn't move, "But your leg?"
Daryl shook his head, "stay high enough and it won't be a problem."
Carol gently eased her self down. Daryl watched her eyes widen as she settled directly on top of his bulging erection. He didn't give her a chance to think about anything taking a nipple into his mouth as soon as she was close enough. Carol slid forward slightly as he sucked, then eased back. She did it a few more times and he felt his cock throbbing with enjoyment.
Daryl settled his hands lightly on her hips. She continued to grind against him, slowly at first, then harder and faster. He was right on the edge when Carol suddenly shuddered and collapsed into his arms.
When she finally pulled back and looked at him there were tears in her eyes. "I'm sorry," she said, cheeks flushing light pink.
"Oh my God, don't be," Daryl replied. It took him a minute to even understand why she was apologizing but when he did Daryl realized that he needed to show her that she was the only one that mattered.
He touched a damp cheek, "it's been a long day, let's call it a night." Daryl wanted to let her know he was ok with stopping. He didn't need anything more from her than she had already given him. He realized that when they did finally make love the decision may not even be his, but right then it was his decision, and once again it just didn't feel like the right time. He was actually, in some masochistic way, enjoying being driven to the edge and left dangling.
Carol reached for a tissue and settled into a comfortable position beside him as Daryl lay back on his pillow. He quickly realized that the tissue was not to wipe her face when he felt her hand on his penis. "Fuck being a masochist," he thought, "this is going to be way better." Daryl immediately felt guilty for the thought and spoke gently, "you don't have to."
"I want to," Carol replied in a husky tone that sent a wave of heat straight to his cock.
A few gentle strokes and Daryl knew it wasn't going to take long. He closed his eyes and focused on how incredible it felt to have such soft, smooth hands touching him. The only thing that had been down there for some time was his own calloused hands. Carol slid her hand from the tip of his penis slowly down to the base, then lightly fondled his sac. Daryl groaned in pleasure. She slid her hand back to the top and focused on the head with a few short strokes. "Holy fuck," he groaned, getting even closer to his peak.
Carol tightened her grip slightly and gradually started to stroke faster. Daryl felt dizzy in the seconds before he came and when the moment finally arrived the world went black with waves of satisfying pleasure.
They both lay still for a few moments, before putting the tissue to use. Daryl couldn't think of anything to say, he was still lost in the memories of what had just happened. He felt Carol place a light kiss on his chest and settle back into her comfortable sleeping position. He kissed the top of her head in response then Daryl quickly drifted off to dreamland into that easy slumber that often follows such incredible release.