He was mouthy and hot blooded. Reacted quickly to people telling him what to do or making assumptions about him. He'd fought Rick more than once. He had no qualms about telling you to go fuck yourself since the moment he'd met them. His eyes spoke volumes when he'd otherwise just sneer at them all. He was everything your mother would tell you to avoid wrapped in a nice tight package.

Yet, he was none of these things at times. He was single handedly the reason they'd survived over the winter before they found the prison. He was the one who even found the prison. He'd countless lives on the farm and on the highway with his quick thinking. T-Dogg for one wouldn't have made it off that highway with him and even after that. Daryl Dixon was a conundrum and Carol always liked a good puzzle.

Part of it she thought was her insatiable need to understand everything around her. She was always questioning everything. And questioning Daryl? That never worked out. He never answered and if he actually chose to speak it was even more confusing. He'd talk circles around you while never answer what you originally asked. He had a way of making you balk at questioning him. Maybe she was out of her mind but he was driving her crazy.

Like a magnet her eyes were drawn to him. He stood off from her as he drank deeply from his water. He'd outright refused to teach Rick some time last week how to hunt. He'd told the man he was to loud and didn't like to listen. Rick of course proved him right when he snapped and started storming around. Daryl had an air of smug superiority around him. It wasn't often she seen him smile since his brother disappeared back in Atlanta but he did that day. That was how she found herself out here. He'd said she was light on her feet and he didn't want to strangle her when she around him.

He looked over quickly, his head tilted, and his eyes searching around them. Carol strained her hearing searching for what he heard. The woods were quiet. She watched him as he went from a young man to something else entirely. Her breathing hitched and her mouth watered. This was one of those moments she knew it wasn't just needing to understand him that drew her to him. She tossed and turned most nights unable to sleep, her mind lingering on thoughts of him, on her infatuation. It was more than that but she refused to name it. She'd thought about leaving the group. Running but she'd never been one to lie to herself.

His eyes shot to her and without needing to speak she moved to him. He no longer looked like he was twenty. He dwarfed her in height and in mere presence alone. He commanded a room as he walked into it and this moment was no different.

He raised his finger to his lips his eyes tracking something in the distance. "Shhh."

Carol shuddered and nodded. She stepped as close to him as she thought was passable. He looked down at her as she brushed against him. That was another thing. You didn't touch him. No one touched Daryl. He never reacted well to it. Of course she seen his brother touch him but that was different. They were family, Daryl love and trusted his brother, everyone else in the group was dead weight to him. Daryl could survive on his own. At times she wanted to ask why he stayed but she held her tongue.

Daryl blew out a breath and crouched. His hand shot out gripping her wrist and pulling her down to his level. Carol startled but managed to not make a noise. It was rare for Daryl to initiate contact. He jerked his head and Carol followed his line of sight. Her eyes widened. The amount of walkers that were just ahead of them was staggering. They'd not seen a group this large since the highway. Her hand shot out and gripped his arm tightly.

"We have to go." Carol whispered.

Daryl shook his head. "We're safe here."

"Daryl." Carol hissed.

He pivoted then and Carol found herself nearly between his legs. He was crouched and staring right at her. His breath was fanning along her throat slightly. He raised a single brow at her and she felt a flush start on her face and rush down her neck. How did he have this power over her?

"If we try to leave right now we'll find ourselves boxed in. As good as I am with a weapon – even I know I can't win that fight." He stated. "It rained last night. We're above them in the ravine. They can't get up this hill. I've seen others try when I've been out here."

Carol looked over at the walkers. Her heart was pounding a bruise against her ribs and she swallowed. She felt panic closing her throat off and she couldn't breathe. Her eyes burned and her eyes searched frantically for an escape. When she met his eyes again he was watching her closely. He seemed to make a decision.

"We're safe." He pressed, his voice rough.

Carol nodded and focused matching her breathing to his. His was slow and calm. He nodded at her when she started breathing easier. It didn't help with the heat she could feel coming from him or the fact that in her near panic attack she'd slumped into him. Now that she was calmer she realized just how close to him she'd moved in her distress. She was between his legs completely and on the ground. He was crouching on the balls of his feet and holding her steady.

She straightened but it didn't remove the fact that she was pressed into his body. He stared down at her and she watched his eyes. The sounds of the walkers faded. She trusted Daryl. If he said they'd not get up here then she believed him. He'd survived out here a week or more at a time when he'd scout for them.

He smirked at her like he could read her mind. Carol smiled back at him and felt her eyes dropping to his lips. His tongue was trapped between his teeth and he was scanning around them again. He sighed and looked down at her again.

"We need to move." His voice was quiet. "It's going to rain."

Carol was pulled up quickly as he stood. He didn't move and she found herself nearly flush with him. He scanned around them quickly before meeting her eyes again. He seemed to make sure she was alright before nodding to himself.

"You okay to move?"

With her nod of consent they started moving. He was quick in the woods, at home. Carol could see why he'd not waste his time with Rick. Rick was like a bull in a china shop. Daryl was quick and light on his feet. He'd told her that was why he picked her. It didn't take her long to start moving the way he did and while she wasn't as quiet she wasn't nearly as loud as before. He looked back making sure she was keeping up. They were moving along the ridge of of the valley. One slip would send either of them sliding down through mud and brush into the walkers below. It was like a tightrope but she felt alive. Her adrenaline was pumping now and she picked her pace up to catch up with him. He smiled back at her and slowed down enough for her to do just that.

When they burst through some brush she skidded to a stop slapping into his back. He steadied her but was already checking around the area. It was a small clearing that made no sense. It wasn't naturally occurring that was for sure.

"Where are we?" Carol whispered.

He looked down just as a loud crack of thunder tore through the area. He looked up and the flash of lightning lit the world on fire above them. He pushed her forward just as the bottom fell out of the sky and a downpour started. Carol shoved the door open and stumbled inside the tiny little cabin. Daryl was right behind her and slammed the door. He slid a bar across the door and made sure it locked in place as the storm raged.

He leaned against the door and blew out a breath. "Well fuck."

Carol snorted at him and he grinned. He was a lot more at ease out here away from the prison. "What now?"

"Wait the storm out." He shrugged. "Can't move in this."

Carol nodded and looked around the cabin. It was small. Almost comically so. What was the point in building something this small?

"It was a hunters." He seemed to read her mind. "No need for a bunch of clutter when you're only in here to sleep."

Carol nodded and wrapped her arms around herself. He shrugged his pack off and then some of his weapons. He moved through the cabin with a familiar ease. She shivered and realized just how soaked she'd gotten as she'd ran across the clearing. He was no better though and actually worse.

Carol looked around one more time and raised her brow pointedly at the tiny little stove in the corner. He looked over and pushed off the wall. His shirt was clinging to him and dripping. He looked down at himself and grimaced before he pulled it off. He bent and started working on building a fire with what they had in the cabin. It didn't take long and Carol moved closer to him.

He looked up and she watched his eyes for a brief second before he looked off. His pupils dilated and his eyes darkened. Even the firelight couldn't mask the way his eyes kept straying to her. He muttered to himself and Carol looked at herself to see if she had something on her. Her eyes widened when she realized her shirt was see through now. She snorted and he looked over at her.

She pulled her shirt off leaving her only in her bra. He made a noise in his throat. "What're you doing?"

"It's not like you can't see through it and i'm not sitting in a wet shirt." She retorted and hung her shirt close to the stove.

Daryl shook his head and looked around the cabin. He was motionless and seemed lost in thought. Carol swallowed and let her eyes run over his shirtless body. It was obvious he wasn't afraid of work but even more obvious he didn't have an ounce of fat on his bones.

He looked over suddenly and Carol's face reddened. He watched her for a minute before smiling. "Take the bed. I'll keep watch."

Carol looked out the small window. "It's barely eight."

He stared at her without saying anything but she didn't miss the flaring of his nostrils. She could feel his eyes running over her. It was making an unwanted ache start between her thighs. This was part of the reason she wanted to turn him down when he offered to teach her. She was a masochist though and agreed. Now here she was half naked with him soaking wet looking at her like she was something to eat. She was ten years older than him! She needed to stop this.

"You can't stay up all night." Carol said.

Daryl chuckled. "I'll be fine."

"Not if we plan to move in the morning." Carol interrupted.

He sighed and leaned against the wall looking down at her. She wanted to stand up at his sudden proximity. She was eye level with his groin and she didn't need added pressure. Instead she stared up at him.

"I doubt we'll be able to leave tomorrow morning. Unless you're okay to move in the storm."

Carol licked her lips and frowned at words. She pushed her hair back from her face. Despite it still being short it was long enough to hang into her eyes now. Daryl watched her for a second before pushing off the wall. Carol wasn't sure what caused her to do it. Maybe her horrible sense of control or that need to understand him. Or maybe she just fucking selfish. It was a combination of things that caused her to grab ahold of his arm and spin him.

His eyes shot wide at being manhandled. When he met her eyes she watched the blue fade and the black of his pupils bleed through his eyes. He breathed heavily but didn't pull away. Instead Carol was jerked forward. She crashed into his bare chest and his mouth was on hers. She started walking backwards towards the bed. When her legs hit he followed her down. His weight pressing her into the bed and his mouth devouring her own.

Carol's hands were every at once. Doing the one thing she'd wanted to do since seeing him at Atlanta. Even when Ed was alive she'd lusted after him. Maybe that was why Ed hated him so bad. He knew. Carol spread her legs wider and he shifted between them. Their groins flush. He groaned at the contact. Carol locked her legs around his hips and started trying to work his belt open.

She gasped as she heard something tear. When she looked down her bra was hanging open from the center. He growled as his mouth closed over her nipple. His eyes never leaving hers. The feeling of his teeth scraping against her sensitive skin causing her breathing to hitch. He smiled around her nipple. She fought harder against his jeans and he chuckled. His hand came down and she was distracted watching the ease he got his belt open one handed.

She shoved his hand away after his belt fell open and she had his jeans open quickly. Not bothering to pull them off of him as her hand plunged below the waist band. He growled as she gripped him. His forehead fell to the center of her chest as she stroked him from base to tip. He panted heavily against her. She watched the shudder ran through his body. She swallowed at his size and felt a mean smile spread over her face thinking about the difference in him and Ed.

"Carol." He said. HI voice was hoarse.

She didn't respond but raised her hips for him. He looked up at her and she just huffed. Carol raised her hips again and caught his wrist for his free hand. She brought it to her own jeans. He raised up on his knees and Carol was forced to remove her hands from his jeans. He caught her ankle and brought her foot up before stripping her boot off and tossing it over his shoulder. He repeated his actions and she smiled up at him.

The sun was down now leaving them with only the fire from the stove as light. He was backlit but it was enough for her. His hands caught the waist of her jeans and jerked them down her legs. Her panties were gone at the same time. He let out a slow breath as he stared down at her. His hand slid from her ankles up to her thighs as he pushed her legs obscenely open. His thumb slid over her folds and Carol made a noise in her throat.

His fingers traced her while still holding her legs in place. Carol just stared wide eyed up at him. He seemed so focused and intense. It wasn't something she was use to in a partner. Most men just wanted to get in and get off. His eyes shot up and met hers before a lewd smile spread over his face. Just as quickly his knees hit the ground and he drug her to the edge of the bed. Carol cried out at the sudden movement but nearly screamed when she felt his tongue trace up her slit. He wasted no time in being shy about what he was doing. Instead he buried his face between her thighs leaving her only to hold on for the ride.

Carol's eyes were wide as she felt her orgasm nearing. Chest heaving as she cried out and begged. It was a good thing there was a storm because the noise she was making would attract walkers, that was for sure. When she finally fell over the edge he didn't stop. Her scream and her back arching at the same time. When she fell flat against the bed she felt his laugh more than she heard it. Looking down his chin was resting just above her pubic bone. Her thighs over his shoulders and his hands tracing patterns on her hips.

Still panting Carol caught one of his hands and jerked him up towards her. He came easily and she started tearing at his jeans again.

"Off!" Carol ordered.

He stood up and started working them the rest of the way open. When he let them fall Carol felt that need in her stomach return. Something that hadn't really went away. Just kept getting worse and worse. Even since Atlanta. No matter how much she took care of herself it didn't help.

Daryl crawled up the bed and Carol back up until she was at the head of it. He didn't stop there as he kept coming towards her. Carol's eyes strayed down to his cock and she swallowed. He was definitely bigger than Ed or any many she'd ever been with if she was being honest.

He caught her around the hips and Carol yelped as she was flipped. The bra he destroyed pulled off the rest of the way. His hand slid down her back and landed on her ass. His grip was tight as his other hand went to her hips. He pulled her up to her knees but made her she kept her chest flat. He groaned at the image she presented. Carol looked over her shoulder and blushed watching him.

He looked up meeting her eyes. "You sure?"

Carol swallowed thickly and nodded. "Please." Her voice was rough.

She pressed herself back against him and spread her legs more. He didn't need any other encouragement. He lined himself up with her and Carol's eyes closed as he sunk into her completely for the first time. Her breath was shallow as just how full she felt made her whimper. His hands landed over her shoulders and his head fell forward.

"So fucking wet." He groaned.

Carol whined in her throat and needing him to move. And move he did. The first snap of his hips was unexpected. No time was wasted in setting a steady pace. Carol thrusting herself back meeting him. When his hand gripped her shoulder for leverage and his pace picked up Carol was lost. He was driving into her and hitting every little spot that was always neglected.

"Fuck." He panted.

Carol looked over her shoulder at him. When his eyes met hers she moved. He staggered back but she was already on him. She straddled his hips and sunk back down on him. His breathing was harsh and fast against her breast as he stared up at her. His back leaned into the rough cabin walls. Carol rolled her hips and watched him as he fought for control.

Leaning down she kissed him again as his hand came up cupping her breast. The other wrapping around her and holding her steady. Both of them close. Tightening her muscles around him caused him to make a noise in his throat she'd never heard. His chest heaved and she smiled triumphantly when he groaned through his release. His face buried in her throat.

His hand slipped down from her breast to between her thighs and he circled her clit. Picking her pace up had her flying high. She gasped as his teeth sunk into her shoulder. With that flash of pain she was crying out his name again. He held her against him and both of them stayed there, panting, and worn out.

When Carol finally moved it was just enough to lean back and look at him. His twenty year old face at times at that youthful innocence about him. Maybe that was part of the reason she found the package of Daryl Dixon so interesting. Because she knew he wasn't. But looking at him now he looked far from innocent. His face was smeared in her own juices with his lips looking bruised, his hair was soaked with sweat and mussed from her hands, his throat was bruised, and she could see the start of scratches on his shoulders as she looked him over. His chest glistened with sweat.

He flipped them over and fell onto his back. Carol yelped as she was jostled but didn't fall from his lap. He looked up at her where she was still sitting on him. He didn't look bothered but instead smug. He ran his eyes over her and that needy hungry feeling was still there. Of course it was nothing like it'd been. Now it was just waiting for the chance to jump him again.

"Plan on staying there all night?" He questioned. "Not that I'm complaining."

Carol snorted. She planted her hands on his chest and leaned forward. His eyes dropped to her breast and his nostrils flared. She rolled her hips experimentally and his breathing hitched. The tendons in his neck stood out as she teased him with slow movements. It wasn't long before she felt him getting hard again.

"Matter of fact I do." Carol purred.