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If you read chapter 9, I warned that chapter 10 would contain explicit sex and language.

TO AVOID THE SMUT STOP READING AT THE DOUBLE LINES.

Everything before is crucial before the double lines, but does have dirty language and sexual suggestions.

Chapter 10: The Claiming

Carol's injury had healed. After leaving the campsite, they had traveled for days. Those times had been trying. They had run across a herd, which had delayed them by a whole day. Sarah was still being rude to Carol, but for every rude comment, Carol was sure to stand her ground and stand up for herself. The less intimidated that Carol seemed the more frustrated Sarah had become.

Once, during their trek to the cabin, Jackson had pulled Carol aside, and asked her if she was interested in furthering her friendship with him. Carol had been kind, but told him that she didn't feel that way about him. Jackson had accepted her decision. He told her that if she changed her mind the offer stood. Carol had smiled at him.

They finally arrived at Jackson's family cabin. It wasn't as average as he had described it. It faced a lake, and had five bedrooms. It even had a small pontoon. Each of them had their own room and privacy, which they hadn't had in months. Jackson's family had installed solar panels. This allowed warm water and the ability to have electricity. Though limited. Luxuries they hadn't had in a long time.

In the storage bunker, there had been canned foods, and multiple guns and lots of ammunition. When Jackson had shown Daryl. Daryl had actually given him a pleasant nod. There seemed to be a truce between Daryl and Jackson. Jackson figured it was really do to the fact that Jackson had lessened his attention and touches towards Carol. Plus, Jackson had shown Daryl he had some skills in the wilderness. They had both grown to respect one another.

The relationship between Carol and Daryl seemed complicated. Jackson had seen them that one morning back at the camp. She'd been curled up in Daryl's lap asleep. Daryl had softly nudged to wake her after Jackson had come to take over the watch. They had both returned to campsite, Carol to her tent, and Daryl laid a sleeping bag close to her. Over the next few days, there was a peace that settled in the small group.

As Jackson looked back and had gotten to know Daryl better, he realized that morning, seeing Carol and him so close, had been a very intimate moment for him. Besides Carol turning down Jackson's offer, he now recognized the bond that was between Daryl and Carol. He wasn't sure where their relationship stood, but he knew they were both pretty much off the market. Jackson wondered if they knew they loved each other, and cared about each other in more than in a "just friends" way. The only person who didn't seem to know or accept this was Sarah.

One evening Daryl finally took Sarah aside.

"Sarah, I don't know what's going on, but you have to stop treating Carol like shit." He bluntly told her.

"I don't know what you're talking about?" Sarah had responded. Batting her eyelashes.

"Bullshit Sarah, you talk over her, ignore her, or make snide comments towards Carol." Daryl told her.

"I'm not doing anything..." Sarah started.

"Don't bother." Daryl told her. "You treat her like shit, and I have a serious problem with it."

"What are you talking about?" Sarah asked innocently. Daryl took a step towards her to emphasize his message.

"I don't know what your problem is, but WE are not going to happen." Daryl told her.

Sarah was stunned at his bluntness and harshness.

"Daryl, baby..." she started as she began walking towards him. Her lips pressed into a pout.

Daryl suddenly felt like the prey instead of the hunter he was naturally.

"I can do so many things for you." she told him. She pushed her body up against his..."I can fulfill every sexual fantasy you can dream of..." she whispered to Daryl. "I will let you fuck me anyway you want. ANY way you want." Daryl just started backing up, astounded at her brazen attitude.

Sarah began to rub her hands up and down Daryl's body. Her hand had even wandered down the front of his pants. Daryl grabbed her wrist, pulled it out, and shoved her away. She stumbled back, but regained her footing. Daryl felt he couldn't react as he instinctively wanted to because she was a girl. Daryl was somewhat stuck. The woman refused to accept he wanted nothing to do with her. She was definitely delusional.

Carol was walking out in the yard when she saw them. She saw Daryl and Sarah talking. As she watched Daryl, she noticed that he seemed to be angry at Sarah. That's when she saw Sarah start rubbing and put her hand down his pants. Just as Carol started to turn away from Daryl and Sarah's public displays of affection, she saw Daryl remove her hand from his pants, and push her away causing her to stumble. Sarah kept advancing on Daryl. Carol realized that Daryl was rejecting Sarah, and she wasn't taking 'no' for an answer.

Carol was done. This woman had not only been hostile to her, she was now pushing into Daryl's personal space and touching him in ways he didn't seem happy about.

Carol walked straight up to them. She her hand on the hilt of her favorite knife. Carol heard her tell him, "You can keep denying it, but I know you want to fuck me." Sarah had told Daryl. Daryl looked panicked. The man could take on hordes of zombies, crazy people and survive massive wounds, but he didn't seem to have any idea on how to handle this woman's obvious disregard for his rejections.

Something surfaced inside her. Her hand had rested on the hilt of her knife. She was walking up behind Sarah, and Sarah didn't hear her. Daryl's eyes looked over towards her for a split second, but quickly turned his attention back to Sarah.

Before Carol knew it, she had grabbed Sarah's ponytail, pulled her head back, and had the knife up to Sarah's throat. Sarah yelped in shock, and Daryl just stood there not sure what to do. He was stunned.

"Daryl, can you leave Sarah and me alone for a bit. We need to have a little chat." Carol told him. Daryl wasn't sure what to do. He didn't know if Carol knew how fucked up Sarah was and how dangerous she was really. Then again, Carol wasn't exactly looking meek and mild right now. Daryl walked away to give them space. Then he took a position where they couldn't see him. He then pulled out his crossbow and fixed a bolt on Sarah just incase she went to hurt Carol.

"Look, you need to know something." Carol told Sarah as she held her knife to Sarah's throat. Sarah didn't say anything.

"You need to understand how much Daryl means to me. It's also obvious he's not interested in you." Carol told her whispering her words into Sarah's ear.

"Well, he's definitely not interested in you. How could he be?" Sarah told her. Sarah was angry. Yet, she found herself a little intimidated by the woman she had so readily dismissed as meek and not threatening. In both physical ways and concerning Daryl

Carol ignored her. Stupid woman didn't know when to stop.

"The thing is...he's not interested in YOU! It's obvious and you seem to have a hard time accepting it. So, let me help you. If I see you putting your hands on him again, I swear I will cut those hands off. I don't want to have to worry about Daryl being uncomfortable and tense because of you." Carol told her.

Sarah was starting to take Carol seriously, the knife helped, but it was the body language and cold tone Carol had that was getting the message through. Seemed this bitch was going to do anything to protect Daryl.

"I'm going to release you, but remember what I told you." Carol said. Carol removed her knife from her neck and released Sarah. Sarah then turned around.

"Daryl's my best friend. I'm just as protective of him as he is of me." Carol told Sarah, and they both took a step away from one another is distrust. Carol put her knife back in its sheath. A few seconds later, Sarah and Carol looked at each other and finished sizing each other up...Eventually, Sarah nodded in acceptance. Then they both turned and began walking away.

TWD

Watching Carol go all aggressive was the hottest thing Daryl had ever seen in his life. He watched as both women walked away with a type of understanding and respect.

That night, as Daryl was laying in his room. He had visions of Carol's hard stance and protective attitude towards him...he began rubbing himself. He began to imagine that aggression transferring to how she would or could be in bed with him. Her legs holding on tight around his waist, while he fucked her hard up against a wall. Her inside hot and slick as he pounded into her. Carol asking for him to go harder and deeper and faster. He would then sensually bite her shoulder. Enough to bring pleasurable pain, but not hurt her or break the skin. Then when she peaked, he would come hard inside her. Listening to her whimpers of pleasure.

As Daryl came in his imagination, he came in real life. His semen exploding into the air. Luckily, he was only in his boxers, and was in the privacy in his room. He cleaned himself up and relaxed into the bed. He'd fantasized about Carol before, but this time...he'd went into it fully accepting his attraction to her. Before, he had always tried to visualize someone else before allowing his mind to focus on Carol. He always felt guilty, because she was just supposed to be his best friend.

Daryl sighed. Something had changed. Someone was changing him. That person was asleep across the hall. Carol.

To be continued...