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Chapter 14

Ready and waiting.

The day had progressed on. Everyone returned to their normal duties; all the excitement died down. Merle hadn't seen Daryl or Carol in a little while, after their talk in the yard they had disappeared inside and Merle knew that Daryl was moving his stuff up into the attic with her. Merle smiled, happy that his baby brother was finally happy, things were looking up. Standing on top of the lookout he heard someone coming up the ladder, turning he saw Beth. He didn't know how to act around her or what to say, since their kiss in the kitchen they hadn't really had two seconds alone.

"It's been a pretty full on few days," she sighed coming to stand beside him as he looked out into the woods for any trouble.

"You can say that again," he laughed softly.

"We haven't really had a chance to talk." Merle turned looking at her, uncertainty mirroring his face. "I don't like that look," she whispered.

"It's not like that sweetness," he sighed cupping her cheek with his one hand. "I need ya to be sure about this, once we decide to make this official you're mine, no one else's, I don't fucking share," he made it clear to her.

"There's no one else I want."

"I need ya to be sure, you have choices I see how those two fuckers from Woodbury look at ya," she looked at him confused.

"Who?"

"Tommy and Markus, it started when they arrived at the prison and ever since they got here it has started up again."

"Oh I hadn't noticed, my eyes have only been on you." Merle closed his eyes leaning his forehead on hers trying to fight the urge to take her there. He'd promised her pa he would wait until they married.

"I'm older than you, I have a past, a bad one, you deserve better," he whispered opening his eyes to look at her.

"I don't care what you have done in your past, when I look at you all I see is the good you have done here with us and I don't care what you think I deserve, you're a good man Merle Dixon all I need is you, all I want is you," she said her voice low and sensual her eyes looking at his lips as she moved forward kissing him softly.

Her lips were soft and gentle, he had never had anyone like this. Merle Dixon had had women, lots of women but it had always been a quick fuck in some filthy alley or pub bathroom. No, you didn't fuck a girl like Beth Greene, you made love to her and that scared him more than he cared to admit.

Groaning at the feel of her tongue massaging his, he grasped her hips thrusting into her. She moaned feeling his erection digging into her stomach but before they could take it any further they heard someone clearing their throat, pulling apart they looked down to see Hershel and Cheryl.

"Bethie, Carol would like your help in the kitchen please," he called out before turning and moving back inside clearly unimpressed.

"Coming daddy," she yelled turning and placing one last kiss on Merle's lips she moved down the ladder and back into the house. Merle saw his aunt trying to figure out how to climb up one handed and quickly stopped her.

"Oi don't be daft, I'll come to you," he yelled. She huffed placing her one hand on her hip as he climbed down.

"I'm not daft, cheeky," she huffed.

"You are if ya were going to try climbing that," he said standing in front of her.

"You climb it and you only have one hand."

"Yes but I have been practicing for awhile now and my stump is well and truly healed, give it time Aunt Cheryl you'll be able to do all this soon but ya need to heal first," she nodded knowing he was right.

"When did you get so wise?" she smirked.

"Oi I've always been wise, you're just to daft to see it," he laughed climbing back up the look out as she shook her head at him.

After dinner Carol cleaned the dishes before heading for a shower, she still couldn't get over the fact that they actually had hot water. Basking in it for five minters she shut it off, getting dressed she headed up to the attic. Looking around the room she saw a mixture of her stuff and Daryl's. He had said he was moving up to her room, that he wanted to stay close to her but she figured he would get halfway through and change his mind and move back in with Merle.

"Hey," she heard him, turning she smiled.

"Hi."

"You alright?"

"Yeah I just…" she started but stopped.

"Didn't think I would do it huh?" he smiled kicking his boots off and shutting the door.

"I don't know, maybe," she laughed softly before getting serious. "Are you sure about this?"

"What do you mean?" he asked confused hoping she wasn't talking about them being a couple cause he was damn sure of that.

"Us, moving into a room together, it's a pretty big step and we only just…"

"You're the one that sounds unsure," he said sounding a little hurt.

"No I'm sure I just want to make sure you are," she smiled wrapping her arms around his waist. "I want you here Daryl, remember those nights in the winter before we found the prison?" he smiled nodding.

"When we paired up for warmth," he smirked.

"Yeah well I never slept as good as I did in those nights with you," she said honestly.

"Me too," he smiled agreeing before moving to kiss her softly. The kiss quickly became more passionate and needy.

Daryl moved leading her towards the bed never breaking the kiss, when Carol felt the back of her knees hit the bed she couldn't stop them from tumbling back onto it, she giggled softly as they fell onto the bed but as Daryl trailed hot kisses down her neck her giggles turned to moans. His hands running from her hips up to her taut stomach he felt her tense and pulled back to look at her.

"If you're not ready, if ya wanna slow down, I understand," he would never force her into something she wasn't ready for but he was praying she didn't want to stop. He just wanted to be with her in every way.

"It's not that it's… I'm not young or beautiful…" she whispered looking down, he slipped a finger under her chin forcing her to look at him.

"You're wrong, you're the most beautiful person I know… I watched you go from someone scared of her own shadow to someone who will lead a herd of walkers away if it means getting someone what they need…. I love who you are, what you do, how you try, I've seen your goodness and your strength, you're a hell of a woman Carol, ya my woman and I won't have ya talking shit about yourself," he said looking into her eyes showing her how serious he was, she nodded tears burning her eyes at his words.

"I have scars Daryl, he left a lot of scars on me," she whispered. Daryl didn't like Ed the moment he laid eyes on him but right now he wished he was alive so he could kill the bastard.

"I have them too," he spoke softly standing up, taking a deep breath to calm himself he started to unbutton his shirt as she sat up on her elbows. He had never shown anyone his scars before except for his Aunt Cheryl and Merle, although Merle had only seen them by accident when he had torn his shirt on their brief time alone after Woodbury.

"Let me," she whispered standing to her feet, she moved close to him slowly pushing his shirt from his shoulders letting it pool on the floor.

She could feel his shaking under her touch, she knew Daryl had never been the sharing kind so the fact that he was standing there in front of her saying what he was saying, shirtless and exposed meant the world to her, it proved that he truly trusted and loved her.

She walked behind him touching the thick scars on his back, most of them were old and aged, long strips from a belt, others from a knife and she noticed a few were round like a cigarette burn. She couldn't stop herself from running her fingertips over them, she heard him moan as goose bumps erupted over his skin.

Moving back around to face him she kissed one on his chest before moving to remove her own top. She stood before him in her jeans and a bra, Daryl saw faint stretch marks from carrying a baby mostly faded, her tummy was taut and bore a few scars. He moved around behind her and saw her back was littered with scars.

He ran his fingers over them spraying her back in wet kisses before moving to unclasp her bra, she didn't stop it from falling as he moved to kiss her neck, both hands cupping her firm breasts as she groaned at the feel of his rough hands on her.

"Beautiful," he whispered in her ear and for the first time in a long time she truly felt beautiful, she would never understand what she did to deserve someone like Daryl but all she knew was that she wanted him.

Turning back around to face him, she pulled him into a hot and demanding kiss, hands moving lower she started undoing his pants. Never breaking the kiss, he kicked off his boots as she pushed his pants past his hips letting them fall to the floor, she wrapped her hand around his already hard member stroking it slowly.

"Fuck Carol," he hissed laying his forehead to hers, eyes closed as he tried to stay calm and not lose control. Daryl ran his hands down her side and cupped her bottom over her jeans as he lifted her up, Carol wrapped her legs around his waist feeling his erection pressing against her. Moving fast he laid her onto the bed roughly, he hovered over her, a lustful expression on his face as he begun unbuttoning her pants.

Carol felt Daryl hook his fingers through her belt loops and found herself lifting her hips so he could remove them more easily and tossing them aside along with her underwear.

Daryl sat back admiring the view below him, she was everything he imagined she would look like and so much more. Her skin was golden sun kissed, her eyes shined and her lips were red from their kisses. His eyes travelled down to her two firm mounds, taut belly, and clean shaved pussy "When the hell did she get time to shave?" he couldn't help but think.

Daryl kissed his way up her body before and he started to slowly part her legs, he felt himself getting harder at the sight of her glistening heat, she was so wet already and they had barely touched.

Parting her moist folds with his fingers, Daryl teased her clit, flicking a finger across it and then moving it to swirl around her opening. Carol moaned in pleasure, arching her hips off of the bed, bringing herself closer to his face, begging to be touched more. No one had ever made her feel this way before, she was so turned on she thought she might burst.

"Oh Daryl," she moaned at the feel on his hot tongue on her sensitive nub. Sucking and lapping at her hot flesh, Carol felt a burn start to build in her belly as he thrusted two fingers inside her hot core. Daryl couldn't help but notice just how tight she was; all he wanted was to be buried inside her. When he felt her walls start to clench around his fingers, he sucked on her clit hard, thrusting his fingers in faster.

"Oh fuck!" she wailed in release, Daryl couldn't stop the proud smirk from forming as she came on his face. Lapping up her juices he crawled up her body like a predator stalking its pray.

Kissing her hard she groaned tasting herself on his lips, she felt empowered and before she could even think she flipped them so she was straddling his hips. She felt his length slip between her wet folds, rocking her hips back and forth she teased him smiling at his deep groans.

"Minx," he growled at her, seeing her smile. She leant down kissing him softly, angling her hips she moved sliding down his hard member, they both groaned at finally being joined. He grasped her hips as she flung her head back in pleasure. Daryl's eyes rolled back into his head at the feel of her wrapped so snugly around him.

They stayed still for a moment taking a second to get used to the feel of one another; finally Carol started to move above him. She had never felt so full before, he stretched her to the point of pain but she decided it was a very good pain, with slow, long strokes he massaged her inner walls causing her to whimper.

Daryl sat up wrapping his arms around her as he leant forward kissing her lips, groaning in pleasure. He never knew it could feel this good, this right. They fitted each other perfectly. Carol wrapped her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck, sitting more comfortably she started to ride him.

He knew he wasn't going to last much longer, she felt too good, he was doing all he could to try and ignore her breathy moans, the way she ran her nails across his back, her breasts pressed against his chest, the feel of her tight walls fluttering around his cock.

"God Carol, fuck you feel so good," he groaned leaning his forehead against hers as he thrusted up into her hot quim. They stared into each other's eyes; neither of them had ever had a single experience quite like this. Carol felt trapped in his gaze as he thrust forcefully into her.

Turning them he flipped her down onto her back grasping one leg and flinging it over his shoulder he never broke contact but continued to thrust into her. His thrusts were slow allowing Carol to meet him thrust for thrust.

"Please Daryl harder," she groaned surprising herself, she had never been vocal in the bedroom before, ever. He obliged, thrusting into her harder.

Cupping her bottom and sliding his hand to her thigh and lifting her other leg out to the side. She felt him slide in deeper and couldn't stop herself as she arched her back, and let out a moan.

She was so close. His voice was hot against her skin, whispering sweet nothings in her ear, the feel of him pounding into her heat, slipping in and out of her sent her walls fluttering.

Feeling her beneath him, Daryl quickened his pace, growling when her hands cupped his bottom and pulled him in deeper, harder and faster. She was spiraling completely out of control. Carol felt herself let go for the first time in her life, her walls squeezing his cock like a vice grip as she wailed in release.

Daryl was panting, letting out a groan when she scraped her nails down his back, his hips thrusting hard and fast against hers. Feeling her clamp and flutter around him coating his cock with her juices sent him over the edge spilling his seed into her welcoming body.

He groaned out her name as he slumped down onto her body, spent. She smiled contentedly tracing lazy circles on his sweaty back; he reluctantly slipped from her heat. Nestling in next to her, he lifted the blanket over them both. Nether said a word, neither of them needed to as they fell into a blissful sleep.

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The Governor had finally called his men back, calling off the search. He had seen the younger Dixon brother and that bitch Michonne he was sure of it, it may have only been a glimpse but he knew for sure it had been them. He had trailed them for over a mile trying to get a better look at them before they had vanished around a street corner.

He had looked up and down the long road with his men but they had come up empty, there was just too many off streets they could have taken not to mention miles of thick woods to hide in, had they spotted his car trailing them? No they couldn't have, he had been so careful keeping a good distance between him and them. Unfortunately that is why he had also lost them too.

He growled in frustration smashing a glass bottle against the wall of his new room, it was an old high school. A tall metal fence surrounded the school and there had been next to no walkers around. They could fortify this; make it home, while he gathered more troops. He knew it was just a matter of time before the prison group showed themselves again and when they did he would be ready and waiting for them.