Prompt Fill. I hope you like it.

The heat was blistering already and the sun wasn't even all the way up. It was just starting to peek through the trees and wash away the shadows left over from the night. It was personally her favorite part of the day. It had all the potential to be great beyond belief if you allowed it. Of course she had another reason for enjoying early mornings. If her timing was right, and it always was, then that reason would be stepping outside in just a few minutes.

"Carol."

Looking over her shoulder and meeting the boorish eyes of her husband. "Yes?"

"I'm going to be late at work tonight. Don't wait up." He waved his hand dismissively and walked out the front door.

Just as the his car started Carol heard the slap of a screen door. Grabbing her glass of lemonade she walked outside. The misty morning fog was still lingering over the yard and flowing into the woods that were right at the edge of her yard. Her sunglasses shielded her eyes from the early sun and allowed her to watch the young man that lived next to her. He jogged down his back porch steps and coming to a halt when he seen her. Their yards were connected. It was all once a larger property that was once owned by his uncle but the man had sold the house she now lived in. Leaving the one next to her to his nephew.

Carol hadn't wanted to move to this sleepy little town. The fight between her husband and her was horrid when it'd come up. In the end they'd moved. She had to admit the house was beautiful but it was with that first week that she really appreciated it here. Her husband blustered and scoffed at the knowledge that a mere eighteen year old had a house bigger than his own and was likely to inherit a company. In the two years they lived here, it just got worse. Daryl Dixon was as shy as they came but his eyes gave him away.

It was his eyes that caused her to start watching him closer. Just as close as she'd caught him watching her at times. His uncle was a charmer that was for sure. Again her husband despised the man. Not many who met her husband didn't hate him. There was times when she was sure she hated him. Another of her favorite pass times was lying to herself apparently because that was what she'd done since moving here. She told herself often enough she loved her husband even though she knew the marriage was done. She told herself she wasn't lusting after someone ten years younger than her. With the way her body heated and her thighs tightened when she seen him, it was a blatant lie too.

Carol waved at him and she watched his face redden. He ducked his head and hurriedly walked away. Carol laughed and she knew he heard when his shoulders tightened. Carol sipped her lemonade and watched eagerly as he started to work.

A few hours later Carol looked outside and scowled. The heat was even worse now and the sun was overheard. Daryl was still outside. He'd long since gut done cutting his grass. He'd ended up cutting her own even though she'd told him he didn't need too. He'd waved her away saying that he'd done it for so long that it didn't make a difference. Her husband surely never bothered to do it.

Carol poured two glasses of lemonade. A few quick steps had her out the door just as he was stepping into the barn at the back of his property. Striding towards him she couldn't help but to smile. Stepping into the barn she pushed her sunglasses off and looked for him.

"Daryl?"

A noise further in had her walking forward. She came to a stop and swallowed. The back barn doors were swinging wide in the faint breeze. He was standing there soaked to the bone. This wasn't just from the sweat. No, with the water hose that was in his hand as he drank greedily from it told her exactly how his clothes looked like they were plastered onto him.

Her eyes slid over his torso and hungrily drank in the sight. He throat was moving with his quick swallows and she was sure she was going to faint right there. He really had no clue how handsome he really was.

Carol cleared her throat and he looked up sharply. The movement caused the water to instead cascade down his chest and over his jeans. He flushed deeply and cut the water off. He swiped at his soaked jaw and ran his hand through his hair.

Carol grinned at him. "I came over here to offer you..." She held the glass of lemonade up, "but I guess you beat me to it."

His eyes shot to her hand and he flushed again. He shifted on his feet and nodded slowly at her. Carol fought smiling. It wasn't often she had him cornered alone. He always found a quick escape. If she didn't know any better she would have assumed he was gay with the way he reacted to advanced from not just her but any woman. But she seen the look in his eyes at times when he thought she couldn't see.

Carol walked forward and held the glass out to him. The sun was backlighting him. The wind picked up and whipped through the barn making the stall doors slap and him suck in a breath as it hit his soaked body. Carol laughed and he scowled at her.

"Got any plans?" Carol leaned against a stall.

He took a deep drink of the lemonade as she sipped her own. He gave her a look that told her thought she was foolish for asking.

"No." He cleared his throat.

Carol shook her head and shrugged. "You sure you aren't my age Daryl?"

She turned her head in time to catch his eyes lingering on her bare legs. "I'm sure." His voice was rough.

Carol looked at her watch and made a decision. Her heart started racing but she ignored it. Stepping forward she watched the widening of his eyes when he realized exactly what she was doing. Before he could react she had him backed into the wall. He was staring down at her from his superior height. Something about him not trying to assert control over the situation thrilled her. He was bigger than her and could have easily reversed positions. Instead he looked skittish but his eyes kept lingering on her more and more.

Carol took the glass from his hand and he exhaled at the brief contact of her fingers with his hand. Carol smiled up at him before pushing forward. Her lips were light against his own. She barely brushed against him and waited. He was breathing harshly and staring at her like he wasn't sure what to do. Carol started to deflate. He'd not reacted.

He swallowed thickly and his tongue darted out wetting his lips. She stared up at him and thought over what she knew of him. He was shy. She knew that much but thinking on it she'd never seen him with many people. Never girls. The few times she'd seen him with his family it'd just been his uncle. She knew he had a brother but he was in the military.

Taking a chance she wrapped her hand around the side of his throat and pulled him to her. Her lips weren't light this time. He groaned and it was all she needed. Pressing forward she felt the wetness of his shirt bite through her own and her nipples hardened. He moved then. His hand was tangled in her short wild curls. The rough scratch of his beard making her cry out as his kiss grew rougher.

Carol caught his wrist and broke the kiss. Looking around she quickly drug him with her. Her back met the low table and he hauled her. Carol gasped but he was kissing her again. Still holding onto his wrist she spread her legs and drug him between her thighs. Her dress was hiked up and he let her lead him. Sliding his hand up her thigh she guiding him to the apex of her thighs.

He tore his mouth from hers. Carol smiled up at him leaning back slightly. He was panting and she spread her legs further. The slight scrap of material between her thighs done little to hide her from his eyes. He let out a slow breath and looked up at her.

"What are you doing?"

Carol released his wrist once she was sure he wasn't going to pull away. Instead she caught the side of her panties and quickly recaptured his hand with her fingers, guiding him to exactly where she needed him. He sucked in a breath. She was soaking wet.

"I think that's fairly obvious." Her own voice breathy.

He chewed his lip his eyes locked on their hands. "What about Ed?"

Carol cried out when she guided his fingers to circled her clit. His chest heaved and Carol rocked her hips into his exploring fingers. His thumb circled her clit just the way she'd been guiding him but now he was intent on exploring the rest of her just as thoroughly. Carol was panting watching him. The focus and hunger on his face had her thighs shaking.

"Wha..." Carol cleared her throat and tried again. "What?"

He looked up at her at the same time he sunk two fingers into her. Carol cried out and lunged forward. Her hands locked onto his bicep and shoulder. She jerked him forward and their mouths crashed. He grunted while his fingers kept that same deliberate pace.

Carol scrabbled at his soaked jeans and belt. He shifted enough to let her jerk them down as her hand closed around his cock. His hand caught the back of her thigh and she was unceremoniously jerked to the edge of the table. Carol slid his cock against her as his fingers traced back up her soaked pussy and splayed up over her stomach, his thumb still teasing her.

Using her legs she locked them around his hips and jerked him forward, pushing him into her. Carol let her head fall back. A cry tore from her throat and he groaned. He let a breath before finally moving. It didn't take long for him to send her over the edge. He didn't stop moving though and kept fucking her through her orgasm. Using her heels she forced him closer to her and leaned back more arching her back.

Her eyes were wide and watched every detail about him. The way his fringe hung into his eyes just enough to shield them. How his throat was flushed and his body was tight like a bow string. He groaned and Carol smiled knowing he was close. His hands slapped down on the table next to her and she gave a lazy cat like smile as each jerk of his cock sent delicious shivers through her. He was panting heavily and had his forehead resting on her chest.

He looked up at her and she smiled. Pushing his hair back she let her legs fall open. He stepped back and she let her eyes run over him. He really was beautiful. He adjusted his clothes. When he looked back up at her his eyes shot to the apex of her thighs. Her legs were still spread and she ran her hand between them. He let out a slow breath watching as she smeared his cum.

When she finally had her breath back and clothes adjusted she laughed. He gave her a look. "Stop. Ed isn't home."

Part of her thought maybe she should feel bad. Another part of her just didn't care. She hadn't two years ago when they moved here and she'd first had sex with him. She didn't care when she realized she'd taken his virginity. He was still shy and awkward but he knew just how to push her buttons.

He shook his head at her and started shutting the doors. Carol followed him with her eyes. He kept shooting her questioning looks and she just smiled. After three years of marriage to Ed her self esteem wasn't very high. He was a bastard and knew just how to tear someone down. Maybe that was why she was so attracted to Daryl at first. He was shit at hiding everything behind a mask. Sure his face could remain passive but the way his eyes would devour her when she first met him had set a wild fire in her blood. It still did and Ed was a idiot. There was times he was right there and never noticed the way Daryl eye fucked her. If anything it just made her wetter.

He tossed some tools on a work bench and looked over at her. "Are you planning on staying out here all night?"

Carol slid off the low table. His eyes locked on the swing of her hips.

"Are you inviting me in?"

Daryl looked up meeting her eyes and that same roguish smile she'd seen a few times danced across his face before turning shy. He nodded and shrugged at her. She laughed delightedly and caught his hand leading the way.

"Need to get you out of these wet clothes." Carol winked at him.