YAY I'm back! My business trip was very successful but really stressful too, I have been back a few days but been so drained and worn out that I just haven't been able to write but finally I got some rest and now I'm back and writing thank goodness. Well I hope you all enjoy and will review with your thoughts.

Chapter 11

Lost in you.

Daryl couldn't think, he couldn't breathe all he knew was that the woman he loved the woman he had been pining for, for months, was standing before him giving herself to him because she felt the same for him.

He felt warmth and heat over take him, the undeniable urge to take her then and there. He needed her, wanted her and had to have her and before he could stop himself he had dropped his bow from his grasp and stepped forward smashing his lips down onto hers.

Their kiss was soft at first, gentle but it was quickly replaced with one full of hunger and the need to be close to each other. Their hands were everywhere all at once, pushing and pulling at each other's clothes, desperate to feel their bare skin pressed to each other with no clothes separating them.

Daryl ran his hands down her side and cupped her bottom as he lifted her up, Carol wrapped her legs around his waist feeling his erection pressing into her. They moved across the room never breaking the kiss. Daryl stopped at a desk that sat along the far bedroom wall, with one swift motion he swept the contents that sat on the table onto the floor, neither reacting to the sound of glass shattering, their kiss never broke.

He felt her rip open his top, he couldn't help but be surprised by her strength as he heard buttons fly around the room. Carol pushed the shirt off his shoulders. He moved to do the same lifting the hem of her shirt breaking their kiss momentarily. After it was completely removed, he tossed the shirt on the floor.

"Carol..." he whispered his voice desperate and needy.

"Sshhh…please. Daryl, I need you," she moaned.

Pulling her back into a heated kiss, he unclasped her bra throwing it to the floor with the rest of their clothes. She fumbled with his pants for a moment before unzipping them and pushing them down with the aid of her feet.

He stepped back for a moment slipping off his boots and stepping out of his pants, leaving him completely naked before her. She bit her lip at the sight of him. She had never imagined just how beautiful he was, she had always fantasized about what it would be like to be with him, how he would touch her, kiss her, how he would feel under her touch, what he would look like naked and exposed before her and she had to admit this was so much better than any fantasy she'd had or could ever have.

Grasping the back of his neck, she pulled him back to her smashing their lips together. Lifting her hips, she felt him reach for and pull down her pants and underwear down, raising her hips he moved them past her bum and down her legs tossing them to the floor.

Her skin was hot under his hands as they ran down her body cupping her wet mound he thrusted two fingers inside of her, smiling when he heard her breathy moans as she arched her back trying to press further into his hand. He had never thought this would happen, he thought for sure he had lost her to that asshole Tyrese but here she was naked before him, wet and tight, moaning and whimpering begging him for more, he knew now he would never let her go.

Too turned on for any more teasing, she wrapped her hand around his hard cock placing him at her entrance in a silent welcome. Removing his hand from her pussy he slipped his cock up and down her wet slit, teasing her clit hearing her whimper. He couldn't help the cocky smirk that formed on his lips.

"Daryl, please, no more teasing… I need you inside me," she begged and he happily obliged, sliding into her warm heat. He groaned loudly at finally being inside her. She was his heaven.

"Oh, god. Daryl," she moaned feeling him stretch and fill her for the first time.

"Oh, god. Carol, you feel so good... so hot and wet for me," he moaned thrusting in and out of her slowly before starting to pick up the pace. "So goddamn tight."

He pulled out of her almost completely before slamming back into her, hitting just the right spot inside her that made her eyes roll up and her toes curl. Daryl couldn't stop himself from looking down to where they were so intently joined, groaning at the sight of him slipping in and out of her wet pussy.

Carol followed his eyes seeing his cock slick with her juices disappear and reappear from her hot quim. Her eyes rolled back in her head. She had never seen anything so hot in her whole life. She was so close she could feel the burn starting to grow.

"Fuck. Daryl, harder... please," she groaned throwing her head back in pleasure. He could see she was close. His own orgasm was building fast, but he wanted to make this so good for her.

"God can't believe I'm here with you, like this, that you want me, never thought an angel like you would ever want me" She groaned deeply at his words moments from falling over the edge. "Fuck, I love you."

"Oh god!" she wailed in release his words sending her spiralling out of control. Daryl thrust into her hard feeling her clench and unclench around him before falling over the edge with her shooting his milky seed inside her welcoming body.

Both breathing heavily, Carol could feel his heart beat pounding against her bare chest almost as hard and fast as her own. Finally looking at each other, Daryl smiled cupping her cheek but she could see guilt in his eyes.

"What's wrong?" she asked panting still out of breath.

"Fuck Carol… you're just an angel and here I am a redneck who doesn't deserve yah and I take you on a desk" he sighed. "I should have done this right, slower more romantic or some shit like that." She couldn't help but smile at his sweetness.

"Daryl firstly I'm no angel and you are no redneck… it's sweet that you wanted this to be more romantic but I can't think of anything more romantic than us confessing our attraction to each other and then falling into a mind blowing, passionate sexual embrace and it doesn't matter if it's in a bed, on a desk or even in the middle of the woods as long as it's us, together… that's all that matters," he smiled as she cupped his cheeks. "And for your information Daryl Dixon you deserve happiness and someone to love and love you, if anything it's me that doesn't deserve you" she whispered looking down letting her hands drop from his face. He looked at her stunned before lifting her chin to look at him.

"You deserve everything," he spoke so clear and strong that she felt tears burn her eyes, moving forward she placed a soft kiss on his lips before moving back.

"I meant it Carol, when I said I loved you… I don't expect you to say it back but you should know I love you and I promise I'll never let anything or anyone come between us again." She nodded almost crying again at his admission.

"I love you too," she whispered "and I'm not just saying it because you did, I truly love you Daryl," she smiled shyly blushing under his intense gaze, he was looking at her hungrily again as he smashed his lips back down onto hers lifted her up from her table and walked them to the bed. She felt him getting hard again as they tumbled onto the bed together.

Tyrese had been standing outside the room they were in for a while, he listened as they made love for the second time and felt rage and rejection burn through him. Carol was meant to be his, he had taken time being kind and gentle with her not wanting to push to quickly in fear of chasing her away only to have that piece of crap redneck come in and spoil it all, he had stolen his woman from him and he would make him pay.

"Tyrese?" he turned at the sound of Michonne's voice. "What are you doing outside Daryl and Merle's room?" she asked concerned moving to stand in front of him. She had seen what had happened in the dining room and she was worried about him.

"Nothing," he snapped at her but she could hear the joined moans coming from the room.

"Tyrese I know you're hurt but she made her choice, you need to respect it."

"She wants the stupid redneck she can have him," he hissed as he started to walk off.

"Tyrese," she spoke loudly; he stopped but didn't turn to face her. "Let it go." He said nothing as he stormed down the hall. Let it go, he couldn't let it go, Carol was his, he had taken them in, provided them with shelter and safety and this was the thanks they gave?

They would both pay for this.

Michonne watched as her childhood friend disappeared from her sight sighing. She had always been close to Tyrese; truth was he had no friends growing up aside from her. His father had left at a young age and his mother was a drunk who had beaten him for years. When he was fourteen he had been put into a mental hospital after beating a neighbourhood kid almost to death but because he was young when he turned eighteen his record had been wiped and he had been released.

After that he had left town and Michonne had always written to him, but he never said much just that he was working and keeping busy and then he had announced he was a prison guard. She had been surprised but hopeful that this would keep his life on the right track but truth was as much as she loved Tyrese she knew there was a darkness inside him and she worried that Carol choosing Daryl would set him off.

Deciding the best thing was to keep a close eye on him, she sighed moving down the hall, she would stay close to him and that way if he did snap she could be there to stop it. She just hoped he didn't try to hurt Daryl or Carol because she knew it would end badly for everyone.