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Chapter 10:

DARYL AND CAROL

"What are you doing here?" Carol whispered angrily towards Daryl.

"We gotta talk." Daryl quietly replied. He stood there seeming to expect her to stand up and and go with him.

"I don't think there's anything left to be said." Carol told him and turned back to watch Terminus...blantanly ignoring Daryl. She was stunned he was here. Stunned that he looked happy as hell and that pissed Carol off.

Suddenly, Carol felt Daryl grab her ankles, and begin sliding her out from under the bush. Carol caught herself before she let out out a yelp. She started to kick her legs at him, but he refused to let go. Instead, Daryl held them firmer. Somewhere in her, Carol noticed he was wearing his sleeveless shirt and vest. Daryl's arms were sweaty and defined as he flexed them in an effort to wrangle her back to him.

Vivid memories of those sculpted arms holding her lovingly while they laid in bed...other images of those arms tightening above her as they made love. Yet another image of Daryl, was burned into her mind, it was of him using arms to hold her thighs up, and apart at the edge of the bed...using his tongue and lips to kiss her intimately between her legs. Heat ran through Carol's body, and then pure anger overcame it. Anger at her body's betrayal.

Standing over Carol, he said, "Look, you can fight me on this, but I'm gonna bet the termites will hear us. So, just come with me, and listen to what I gotta say...". He gave her a deadpan look.

Carol was still sitting on the ground, but now had her arms crossed in front of her. When Carol didn't respond quick enough for Daryl, he leaned down, swept her up and threw her over his shoulder. Then he had the nerve to smack her ass.

'The son of a bitch!' Carol thought.

Carol was in shock. Here she was dangling over Daryl Dixon's shoulder...like he was some caveman reclaiming his woman. She hit him a few times on the back, but stopped remembering his scars there. She knew it didn't hurt him, but Carol just couldn't hit him somewhere that had been such an intense source of pain from the past. So, she just hung there...feeling like an idiot. An extremely pissed off idiot.

When they were far enough away, to where there was no threat of being heard by Terminus...Daryl plopped her down on a log.

"I don't care what you have to say Dixon...nothing's going to..." Carol told him angrily. She hadn't been this close to him in weeks. They'd never really spoken since Daryl had told her about Beth and her pregnancy. It had taken everything in Carol not to scream and yell at Daryl.

Carol still had her pride, and she had fought hard to still function at the hospital...while Daryl and Beth went about creating their 'little family'. He'd shattered her heart so badly, she didn't know if it was possible for her to ever recover. It was as if half of her had died. So, having him here now, in her space, touching her...cracked her carefully built walls. Then she stood up to look Daryl straight in the eye. Carol angrily moved forward towards Daryl. Fire in her steps. Her finger-pointing at his chest.

"How DARE you Daryl Dixon! You have no right to even touch me. Especially, slinging me over your shoulder. I'm NOT YOURS anymore!" Carol told him furiously. To emphasis her words, she poked him twice in the chest with her finger.

Daryl never flinched. He could see the pain in her eyes. It was time to take that pain away.

"I never slept with Beth." Daryl told her. His face completely open and soft.

Carol stood there looking perplexed for a moment. Slowly, the finger she'd been pointing with lowered to her side.

"You're lying." Carol told him. Though he could tell she knew he wasn't.

"You know I don't lie to you." Daryl told her taking a step closer to her. He could smell the lotion she used now. It was vanilla scented. He wondered when she'd started using it. He didn't like not knowing the little things about her anymore. That was never going to happen again.

"What...what are you talking about? How did you find out? What do you mean you never slept with her?" Carol asked angrily. Instantly, she'd went from disbelief to confusion. Daryl gently touched her shoulder, and felt her pull away from him. Now, he was getting angry. Enough was enough. It was time this shit got figured out now.

"Beth went to Rick and told him the truth." Daryl told her. Chancing it, he reached out again, gently took her hands, and held them in his own. This time she didn't pull away.

"Why did she lie?" Carol asked him. Carol felt a spark of hope ignite. That spark turned into a flame as Daryl told her the story. He watched emotions play across Carol's face. Much like his had when Rick had told him. When Daryl was done telling her, Carol was looking down at their hands, and her grip tightened on his hands. When she looked up, tears were running down her cheeks.

"The baby isn't yours?" Carol asked. She needed him to tell her again. She still couldn't believe it.

"No, it's not mine." Daryl told her. Carol sat there for a few moments. She wanted to kill Beth! How could Beth have been so naïve? She almost ruined two lives with her lies. Carol couldn't wait to get a hold of the girl, and give her a piece of her mind. Right now, she was busy processing this new information and what it meant for her and Daryl.

Carol looked at Daryl again, and before he knew what had happened...Carol had launched herself at Daryl. She threw her arms around him and hugged him tightly. Daryl held her and closed his eyes. He'd been missing having her in his arms for over a month. Now that she was there again, he wanted to treasure the feeling and memorize everything about it.

"Oh god Daryl." Carol said into his vest. Her anguish obvious in her voice. Daryl took the tip of his fingers and gently lifted her chin up, then he placed his lips against her lips. They savored the reconnection. A connection that had never truly been broken. Daryl continued to hold her, and pulled her into his chest. Her hair smelled amazing. God, he'd missed this...something so simple that could be taken for granted.

Soon, their gentle kisses became more passionate. Carol began whimpering into his mouth. The kind of whimper that got his dick rock hard. Carol swung her legs over him, and got in a straddling position. He felt her center hot against his hard on. Carol rolled forward and leaned into him to kiss him deeper. Her touch was like fire to him. Carol pushed his vest off, and then ripped open his shirt. Carol rubbed her hands over his shoulders, back and then up his neck. Daryl was the most beautiful man she had ever seen. Growling Daryl stood up taking her with him. Looking around all he saw was a patch of soft grass they could use...it would have to do, because there was no way he was going to put off this...

Gently, he laid Carol down, and put their weapons within grabbing distance. Reaching down he began unbuttoning his pants. Carol started taking off her shoes. Daryl reached down and slowly undid and pulled down her pants. Then he leaned down and kissed her neck.

"Not gonna be gentle this time." Daryl told her. All he wanted was to drive into her until she cried out his name. He let his hand slip up under her shirt. Daryl realized Carol wasn't wearing a bra.

"Told ya' not to go out without a bra on..." Daryl told her as he squeezed her breast, and Carol whimpered against his ear. "Don't want any fuckers eyein' what's mine. You're mine aren't ya?" Daryl asked. He needed her to tell him she was...

"Yes." Carol responded. His fingers had slid between her legs, and were working gently between the folds. Oh god, she had missed his fingers.

"I didn't hear ya." Daryl told her as he took two fingers, and pushed them deep inside her. Carol cried out in pleasure.

"Yes. YES. I'm yours!" Carol told him. His fingers started to play with her little nub, and she whimpered against his mouth.

"Damn straight woman. No more shit about us. I'm yours and your mine." Daryl whispered into her ear.

Tears filled Carol's eyes. Between the pleasure he was bringing her, and the emotional healing that was happening...she hadn't felt this free in a long time.

"Always." Carol told him. Pulling her panties off, Daryl lined himself up with her core. He made sure to look into her eyes as he slowly entered her. Carol whimpered and closed her eyes. Daryl leaned his forehead against her shoulder.

"Like I told ya'..not gonna be gentle Carol." Daryl told her. He wanted to warn her. He'd never completely lost it with her, but he had a feeling that his need to claim her as his was going to go primal.

Carol nodded at him, then she wrapped her arms around his shoulders and prepared to hold on.

Carol's consent was all his needed. He thrust into her hard. He felt her shift under him from their intimate contact. If he wasn't careful, he'd scoot her across the ground, and he was sure that would scrape her back up. So, putting one arm at her shoulders and the other at her waist. He took the impact caused from his thrusts.

With each thrust, Carol would whimper against his ear. As she began to tighten around him, he felt her teeth softly bite into his shoulder. The pain mixed with the pleasure was too much.

"I can't hold on much longer." Daryl told Carol.

"Don't baby. Cum hard inside me." Carol told him.

Pumping faster, he thrust in and out of Carol. He loved the velvety wetness of her center. With each thrust he relished the slapping noises their bodies made as they came together.

Daryl felt her fingernails dig into his shoulders, and then he felt her teeth gently bite down to stay quiet. When he felt her tighten around him, and felt her body tensing ready to orgasm...his thrusts became more purposeful and intense. He felt her pulsating around him. When Carol did cum, Daryl wasn't far behind her.

As they rode out the aftereffects of their orgasms together. Carol took her hands and caressed Daryl's face. He gently kissed the bridge of her nose.

"Nothing will come in between us again Carol." Daryl told her as he ran the tips of his fingers through her beautiful short locks. It wasn't just a something he was saying...it was his forever promise to her.

Carol sighed and kissed him gently on the mouth.

To be continued...