Here We Go Again

Chapter 13

A/N: All I can say is, hope you enjoy this chapter.
McBrideReedusLover.~

Carol crossed her arms as she stood with the guys, waiting for Lori and Andrea. It was their last day in Vegas. Tomorrow they had to start the long trip back. Lori insisted they go shopping again. This time, Carol bought a few more things, but was finished way before Lori and Andrea. Those two might as well just take the whole store. Now she knew how the guys felt a few days ago. After standing there for another fifteen minutes, the two finally walked out of the store. They had about ten bags, five each, while Carol had only two bags.

"Hope we have enough room in the trunk tomorrow..." Rick rubbed the back of his head as they started to walk to the food court.

"Don't worry hun, we'll still have room." Lori smiled at Rick.

"What did you two do, buy the whole store?" Carol asked.

"No! Not the whole store!" Andrea tried to hit Carol's shoulder, but she couldn't because of the bags. "Remind me to hit you later."

"Yeah, not going to happen." Carol stuck her tongue out at Andrea. They set the bags down while the guys went to get them all lunch.

"So, have you and Daryl...?" Lori nudged Carol with a smirk.

"For the last time, no!" Carol groaned and put her head down on the table.

"Well, when are you?" Andrea asked.

Carol looked up. "Never. N-E-V-E-R, never!"

"You shouldn't say never. It could happen." Lori shrugged. She turned around to see the guys walking over, each of them with a tray. They had told them what they wanted, and quickly grabbed the food off the trays.

"You could've waited until we set the things down." Shane sat beside Andrea.

"Well, shopping works up an appetite." Andrea responded, taking a bite of her sub.

"Yeah, so does standing there for an hour." Rick laughed as Lori punched him in the side.

"He has a very good point." Carol stole one of Daryl's fries.

"What the hell?" He glared at her.

"What?" Carol asked innocently.

"If ya wanted fries ya coulda got some instead of stealin' mine!" Daryl growled, moving the fries away from her before she could grab another.

"Well I didn't want fries, until I saw how yummy they looked." Carol pouted. Daryl rolled his eyes and moved the fries back. "Yay!" Carol smiled and took another one.

"Don't eat em all woman, ya still got a salad to eat." Daryl took one of his fries and popped it in his mouth.

"You can have some of my salad if you want." Carol held up a fork full of lettuce.

"No thanks..." Daryl took another fry, and then took a bite out of his burger. "I'll stick to MY fries."

Carol shrugged, and ate the small salad quickly. She reached for another fry when he pulled it away. "You just ate your salad, you don't get no more!" Daryl glared at her and ate another fry. "Real shame too, cause they're fuckin' good." He smiled and waved a fry infront of her before putting it in his mouth.

"Jerk." Carol crossed her arms. Daryl just laughed. She turned to him, and moved her finger up and down his arm. "Please... Just one more..."

Daryl glanced down at her hand. That wasn't very fair, using her seduction to get more fries. "Fine." He growled, and held the cup infront of her. He took it away as she grabbed a handful. "The fuck? You said one!"

"I lied." Carol winked.

"Damn it." Daryl growled, and ate the rest of his fries before she had a chance to steal them.

Carol looked at herself in the mirror. They were all going to the bar to spend their last night in Vegas. Carol had put on a low cut emerald top and a pair of jeans. She put her cross necklace and hoop earrings on as well. She thought she looked pretty good. When she stepped out of the bathroom, she saw Daryl quickly look away. Was she wrong, did she look bad?

Daryl had to look away as soon as he saw Carol. If he hadn't when he did, he probably wouldn't be able to stop staring, and that would make the situation way too awkward. "Ya ready to go?" He asked, still looking elsewhere.

"Yeah, let's go." Carol grabbed her purse and headed for the door. She met up with Lori and the other's in the hallway.

"Damn Carol, that outfit is awesome!" Andrea smiled.

"She's right!" Daryl walked walked towards them. "I've never seen you look this sexy before, nice job girl!" Lori patted Carol on the back. Daryl completely agreed with Lori, but of course he wouldn't say that. "Well, lets go!" Lori headed for the elevator, and the others quickly followed her.

"I love this song!" Lori screamed and headed onto the dance floor. Andrea followed her, and they both started to dance.

"Wow." Carol said as she watched her friends. "Alcohol sure turns into a crazy person." She shook her head. When she had alcohol, she never really turned crazy like that, mostly because she never had a whole lot, maybe three glasses at the most. She turned to Daryl. "If I ever get drunk like them, promise me, you won't let me humiliate myself."

"Don't worry, don't want ya makin' me look bad anyway." He smirked, and she hit him on the shoulder. "I was kiddin', I wouldn't let ya do somethin' that stupid."

"Good." Carol laughed and took a sip of her drink. "Why don't guys ever get crazy when they drink?"

Daryl looked at her. "They do." He knew from experience. Merle was drunk half the time, and he always got crazy. "Believe me, they do."

Carol looked at him, but decided not to ask any questions. She finished off her drink, and then ordered another one. This was her fifth drink of the night, and she was pretty surprised at herself. She never had more than three.

"Sure ya can handle another one?" Daryl asked, eyeing her.

"Sure I can." Carol smiled, and sipped her drink.

Daryl grabbed her arm before she walked onto the dance floor. "Carol, maybe you should go back to the room and get some sleep. Or atleast get away from the bar seen and relax." Carol had one too many drinks, and she was beginning to act like Lori and Andrea.

"Oh fine, party pooper!" Carol rolled her eyes, and followed him out of the bar. They walked back up to their room. Daryl opened the door, and led her to the bed.

"Just sit down, I'll go get ya some water." Daryl held up his hand, telling her to stay. She wasn't exactly full on drunk like Lori and Andrea were, but she was starting to get there. She probably knew what she was doing, but he didn't want to risk her passing out from too much alcohol. The last thing he wanted to do was carry all the way back to their room. He put a coin in the vending machine and punched in the code for the water. He picked the bottle up and headed back to the room. When he opened the door, she was still sitting on the bed, waiting for him. "Here." He handed her the water. He sat beside her as she chugged the bottle. "Slow down woman!" He grabbed the bottle from her and set it on the bedside table.

"You told me to drink it, that's what I was doing!" Carol crossed her arms.

"I told ya to drink it, not chug it." Daryl growled.

"Whatever." Carol sighed, and started to play with her necklace. "Hey Daryl?"

"What?" Daryl looked at her.

"Have you ever had a girlfriend?" Her question made Daryl freeze. A girlfriend? Was she serious, or was that a joke? Of course he never had a girlfriend, hell, he never had a friend until she came along.

"Course not." Daryl wanted to know why she asked that.

"Have you ever liked anyone?" She turned to look at him. Daryl didn't know how to answer that question.

"Yeah... I guess." That was all he could say without giving it away that it was her.

"Oh, who was she?" Carol pressed on. Daryl really didn't want to answer these questions.

"Why does it matter woman?" He growled.

"Just curious. I never had a boyfriend, except for Ed. That didn't go too well, as you know." Carol went back to playing with her necklace. "Do I know the girl?"

"Probably." Daryl muttered and handed her the bottle of water. "Here, you can drink it again, as long as you don't chug the rest of it." He watched Carol slowly drink the water. He waited until she was finished. "Good." He grabbed the bottle and threw it in the trash from the bed.

"Ten point for Daryl Dixon!" Carol giggled. She turned and looked him in the eyes. "What did she look like?"

Daryl rolled his eyes. "It don't matter what she looked like. Don't matter what her name was either."

"Can't you just tell me, I won't tell anyone, I swear." Carol pleaded.

"No." Daryl grumbled and laid down, his back facing her. "I ain't tellin' ya nothin'."

Carol rested her chin on his shoulder and looked down at him. "Please..."

Daryl looked back at, and gently pushed her away. "No. End of discussion."

Carol sighed, and laid on her back, her arms crossed over her chest.

It was probably around two in the morning when Carol woke up. She saw Daryl leaned against the wall, flipping through the channels. He made sure the volume was low, so he wouldn't wake her. The dim light the television cast on his face made him look very attractive. She noticed he wasn't wearing a shirt, which made it worse. She shifted around to look away from him. "Carol?" He asked quietly, not sure if she was awake or not.

"Yeah?" She glanced back at him.

"I didn't wake ya, did I?" He asked, hoping he hadn't. Afterall, he had tried so hard not to.

"No, it wasn't you." Carol moved into the same position he was in. She looked at the television. "What are you watching?"

"Nothin' really. Can't find anythin' interestin'." Daryl shrugged, and left it on a random music channel.

Carol was finding it very hard not to look at him. He looked too damn good. She probably looked like a mess. "Oh." She cleared her throat. She needed to get her mind off of him.

"Yeah. So, have a good enough sleep, or ya need me to turn off the tv?" Daryl asked.

"No no, I'm fine, don't worry." Carol smiled.

"Alright, just checkin'." Daryl turned his attention back to the television. Carol but her bottom lip as she looked at him. She felt a very strong urge to just kiss him right there, but she knew that wouldn't end well. He would probably push her off, and they'd never speak again. He turned to see her staring off into space. "You alright?"

Carol looked at him. "Oh yeah, fine." She said. He continued to look at her, wondering if she really was alright. She seemed to be thinking real hard about something.

"You sure?" He asked again.

"Yes." Carol nodded, and looked back at the television. Her heart was beating very fast right now as her mind flooded with different thoughts, all related to the same topic. She glanced at him, and he seemed to notice her, and he quickly looked away. Her heart was about to burst out of her chest. "Daryl."

"Yeah?" Daryl looked over at her.

Carol bit her lip. What was she doing? He continued to stare at her, and couldn't stop herself. She moved over to him and crashed her lips against his. She was an idiot, she knew. She felt him tense up with surprise, and waited for him to push her off, but instead, he started to kiss her back. She couldn't believe it. She kissed him more, and his hands slid around her waist, pulling her closer. Was this actually happening, or was she dreaming again? She pulled him so that he was ontop of her. She definately wasn't dreaming. Her hands moved around to his back. She didn't how this was happening, if it was the alcohol, or something else. All she knew, was that he wasn't pushing her away, but kissing her back with just as much passion. She broke the kiss and stared up at him. Both of them were out of breath as they stared into each others eyes. All she had wanted since her dream was this, and now, it was happening. Both of them looked to the right as her phone started to buzz. They looked back at each other, and Carol pulled him down for another kiss. It was Lori who was calling her, but she didn't care. Let it ring. She felt his hands slide around to her waist. A few moments later, her shirt was thrown onto the floor. He trailed kisses down her neck and stopped just above her chest. Carol's heart was racing. Within minutes, their clothes were scattered on the floor, and the two of them were a tangled mess in the blankets. Her phone rang again, but they ignored it. This time, Lori would've been interrupting something. Something very important. Right now, Carol didn't care about anything else in the world, or what would become of the two of them, all she cared about, was how they were now. Right now, all that mattered, was the sweet love that was being made.

A/N: Wow, damn who saw that one coming? I had this idea for a while. Damn good one too, if I say so myself. Tell me what you think! R&R lovelies!
McBrideReedusLover.~