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Warning: Carol and Daryl Smut ahead...plus other stuff...and thangs...:)

Chapter 14

Carol POV

Carol woke early before sunrise. It was still dark out, but their was a little light that came from the moon, and low glow of the fire helped her see. Carol rolled over and stretched. Her body was sore in many places, and she was sure she had bruises. Some them good and some of them bad. Between the running, fighting and best sex she'd ever had in her life, her body had gotten a hell of a work out. Carol looked around and saw Michonne and Tyresse lying next to the fire. She looked over in the opposite direction, and could see Daryl leaning up against a tree standing guard.

She stood up, grabbed the light blanket, wrapping it tight around her body, and casually wandered over to him.

"Mornin'" Daryl greeted her. His voice low and gravely from not speaking for a few hours.

'"Good morning." Carol said with a smile, then stepped close to him. He took his arms, and encircled her waist pulling her in close to him. She felt her body quickly respond at his nearness and touch. 'Good grief Carol...get yourself together'... she thought to herself.

She'd never had such sexual chemistry with anyone before. It seemed, that once Daryl and she had let go of their fears and inhibitions, their long time ignored strong physical attraction could hardly be contained.

They stood there enjoying each others nearness and the quiet. It was still dark out, but it would be light soon. Then they would be heading off to meet up with Rick and the others. Carol was excited to see Lizzie and Mika. She wanted to hold baby Judith in her arms. She wondered if Rick would let her?

Carol didn't realize it, but her entire body became rigid at the thought of Rick.

Daryl POV

Sensing Carol's discomfort, Daryl leaned down and kissed the top of her head. She sighed contentedly. He loved the softness and femininity of Carol's hair. It was much longer now than it had been when they first arrived at the prison. Daryl liked her long curls. He liked running his fingers through them. He also liked how Carol reacted to him holding her hair firmly when they were being intimate. He found it made her whimper as he entered her, and when he was drove into her from behind.

"Just remember that no matter what...I'm not leaving you." Daryl whispered to her. When Daryl looked at Carol he saw perfection. She was self-sacrificing, loving, empathetic and patient. She put everyone before herself. If she hadn't been patient with him, he didn't think he'd be the man he was now. Carol had seen 'a man of worth' in him. He hadn't believed it or seen it, but as time went by...he slowly started to see himself as she say him.

Yeah, Rick depended on him. He often sought out Daryl's opinion on defensive matters. Rick needed Daryl, because Daryl had natural instincts, survivor skills, hunting abilities, efficiency with use of weapons, and tracking abilities. Ultimately, these all helped the others survive.

Carol, however, believed in him and cared for him, and not for what he provided to the group. She was Daryl's first real friend. The kind of friend that genuinely cared about him and his well-being. Carol cared when he tried to blow off medical attention for some random injury. She cared if she found out no one had cleaned his clothes in awhile. Carol made sure to always put food aside for him, even if he wasn't there right then...she was the one reason he hadn't left the group back at the farm. Carol was the reason he'd stayed, she'd always been the reason. After runs, Carol always made sure to greet him when he returned. Daryl had come to look forward to it.

It was the first time, someone loved him for him...and not for what he could do for them.

Carol POV

Daryl looked into her eyes, and suddenly, desire and want went through her. The urge to feel him inside her, to be connected to him, was overwhelming. Looking over at Tyreese and Michonne's still sleeping figures, Carol led Daryl by the hand to the side of the tree line.

This area was darker and hid them well. Laying the blanket down on the ground, Carol popped her shoes off, pulled her top off, then undid her belt and pants and slid them and her panties off. She crooked her finger to him, encouraging him to come to her. It was a blatant invitation.

Daryl POV

Daryl stood there staring at Carol. He would have never guessed that Carol, HIS Carol, was so fearless, sexually confident as a lover. Reaching down she undid Daryl's jeans, and helped wiggle them down to his knees. Then she leaned up and kissed him. Vaguely, he became aware that Tyreese and Michonne were close by, and would probably hear them, but at that moment he...couldn't care less. He needed to be with his woman. Each time they made love, he felt the primal part of him claiming her as his own.

Carol POV

"Lay down." Carol whispered to him, and he found himself obeying. Standing over him, Carol stradled Daryl and lowered herself down, until her center nestled against Daryl's firm cock. She gasped at how strong and unyeilding it was...Carol needed to have him in her right then... Carol took her hand, and grasped onto he cock. Carol slowly and gently placed the tip at her opening. Daryl held her hips tightly. It was taking everything he had to not push into her.

She teased him mercilessly, she kept rubbing the hood of his dick against her wet hot center. Finally, teasing became too much for him, and with one swift thrust, he moved up and hard inside of her. Carol gasped in pleasure and Daryl moaned. Then he felt her begin to rock. Carol moved her hips sensually. Letting his penis hit her G-spot. As she got closer, she became louder, and Daryl decided it was time for him to take charge. In one swift move, he flipped her over onto her back, and eagerly pushed harder and deeper inside of her.

Of all the different sexual positions, only the missionary allowed for a eye to eye connection. Carol cried out in joy. This was them making love. Tears filled her eyes. Her love for him flooding her body. Daryl and Carol looked deeply in each others eyes, they watched each other with every thrust and grind. As they came closer to the edge...Daryl put his head in the nook of Carol's neck. His breathing became more desperate and harder.

"I love you Carol." he whispered and when she whispered it back...they fell over the edge together.

They came out of the shadows, and were greeted by an irritated Michonne and Tyreese.

"Next time, can you guys be a little quieter? I'm surprised that we don't have walkers all over us." Michonne grumbled. Carol noticed the small smile Michonne had tried to hide on her face though. Tyreese didn't have the same smile.

Carol knew she was going to have to talk to Tyreese about Daryl.

"Well, since we're all up, let's just eat some breakfast and take off?" Michonne added.

Carol and Daryl sat next to each other, letting the side of their bodies touch, while they ate their breakfast. When they were all done, they prepared head out.

To be continued...LAST CHAPTER AHEAD