Ok, here is where we finally get the CARYL hookup. Warning**Sexually explicit***

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Three days into their stay at Herschel's farm, the group had settled in quite nicely. Rick and Daryl thought that this would be a pretty good place to hold up for a while. They had livestock, dairy cows, chickens, a vegetable garden and an orchard. The only thing that had Daryl surprised was that they hadn't had too much of a walker problem here. Granted, the farm was out in the boonies, but the fences were wooden, and some rotted, through, easy for walkers to get through.

Carol was still keeping her distance from Daryl. Hell the only time she came near him was to give him his food, and even then, she just plopped it down in front of him and walked away. Daryl sighed and rubbed a hand over his face looking towards where Carol, Sophia and Carl were helping Maggie and Beth in the garden. Carl had been sticking with Carol and Sophia like glue since his ma left, but Daryl couldn't blame him. He was still watching them, his bow on his back, when Andrea came out f the house.

"Hey Daryl."

"Hey."

"Was your brother always such an ass?"

"Pretty much, yep."

Andrea just chuckled. "Well he wants to see ya."

"Alright."

Daryl walked into the house as Andrea went to relieve Dale from watch.

Daryl walked into the bedroom where Merle was still recovering, but by the looks of it, Merle was going stir crazy. He was up and pacing in front of the large picture window.

"Merle?"

"Hey little brother, ya gotta do something for me. Tell that fuckin horse doc that I'm ok to get outta this room, I'm goin fuckin nuts."

Daryl grinned to himself. Merle never was one to stay put for too long. Even if it was for his own good.

"Everyone's driving me fuckin crazy. Blondie up here all the time fussin over me, Herschel poking and proddin, yer women always shoving food in my face."

"She aint my woman."

Merle turned to face his brother, his pacing stopped.

"What the fuck ya do"

"Fuck you, how ya know it was me?"

Merle just shot Daryl a look, calling his bluff.

"Fine, I told her I didn't need no distractions. Distractions get people killed."

"Yeah, ya told her that? What she say?"

"Well I didn't really tell her, just kind of, ya know"

"Yer fuckin scared of that woman, aint ya? Andrea heard what Carol said to ya that first night here. Ya know she's right dontcha?"

"Fuck you Merle."

"Don't ya think I'm worried too? Me and blondie still don't even know if we really even like each other. Hell, I threw her out of my room today. But this world is shit, little brother, ya get it? And it aint never gonna be like it was. So we can either find a fuckin silver lining, or we may as well opt out, get me?"

Daryl looked at the floor, biting his thumb. He was rewarded for his silence by Merle slapping the back of his head. Hard.

"I gotcha Merle, Jesus," he said rubbing the back of his head. Daryl walked towards the door, looking back at his brother.

"Oh Merle, about me talking to the doc?" Merle looked at him expectantly. Daryl simply smiled at his brother and gave him the middle finger as he slammed the door.

He could hear Merle yell "Goddammit Daryl!"

Daryl was still smiling when he walked toward the vegetable garden, nodding at Maggie."Watch them for a bit?" he asked indicating Carl and Sophia.

"Sure".

He looked at Carol, "Can I talk to you?"

She just continued planting seeds, so Daryl cleared his throat. "Please?"

"Daryl I can talk to you when I'm done here."

Daryl ran his hand through his hair. "Fine if that's how ya wanna do it." He bent forward and grabbed Carol, throwing her over his shoulder and started walking towards the empty RV.

Carol couldn't believe what he was doing, her small fists hit his back, but she wasn't hitting with all her strength. He walked her into the RV and dropped her down on the bed.

"Daryl, what do you think you're-" he cut her off by leaning down and crushing his lips to hers.

His mouth was greedy, straying from her lips to roam her neck. He moved back to her mouth and ran his tongue against her lips, seeking entrance. Carol opened mouth to him, kissing him back like she was a starving woman having her last meal. Carol began pulling at his shirt, trying to get it off of him. He pulled his shirt over his head and toed off his boots. He looked at Carol, struggling with her own shirt, and chuckled. He gripped the hem of her shirt and dragged it over her head. Daryl stopped and looked down at her. She wore a red lace bra, her chest heaving with each breath. She slowly reached around her back to undo the hook and her breasts tumbled from the lace cups. Daryl gasped. He couldn't get over how beautiful she was. He leaned down, trailing kisses along her neck. Carol moaned and wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer. Daryl kissed his way down to her breasts, where her nipples were hardening from the cool air. He traced the nipple with his tongue, and then took it into his mouth tugging at the hardened peak. Carol let out a groan and arched upwards, Daryl moaned and took in as much of her breast as he could, sucking and licking. He felt Carols hands go to the button of his jeans, trying to get them undone. He gently pushed her hands away and had his pants off in seconds.

Carol saw Daryl remove his pants; he wore no underwear of course. Even though she had seen Daryl that night in the tent when he thought she was sleeping, she was amazed at how large he was. She bit her lower lip, trying to figure out if he was going to fit. She pulled Daryl down on top of her and then rolled so he was on his back, completely naked in front of her. She moved her hands around on his chest, feeling his muscles and the flat planes of his stomach. She moved lower and looked up to find him watching her with lust in his eyes. Carol licked the tip of his cock, swirling her tongue around it. Daryl groaned, his hands gripping the blanket at his sides. Carol grew a little bolder and wrapped her hands around the bottom of his shaft, taking him in her mouth as far as she could.

Daryl couldn't believe what he was feeling. He bucked his hips off the bed when Carol gripped him and sank her mouth down. He wasn't sure how long he could last with her wet, hot mouth on him; damn this was incredible. As Carol moved her mouth up and down his cock, swirling her tongue around the tip, Daryl thought he was going to lose his mind. He quickly sat up and flipped Carol so she was on her back, his knees parting her legs. He kissed his way from her lips down to her flat belly. As he kissed lower, he could feel Carol tense up. "What's wrong?'

"Um, you don't have to do that."

"I want to."

"Uh, no ones ever done that to me before."

He could tell Carol was embarrassed. "Good, I'll be the first." He grinned up at her like a predator stalking his prey.

He gently touched his tongue to her and Carol felt like she was going to fly right off the bed. Daryl chuckled as he picked her legs up until they were over his shoulders. Carol buried her face in her arm, embarrassed by what he was doing, but not wanting him to stop either. Daryl ran his tongue up and down her slit, taking in her intoxicating scent. "God, he could die now and be a happy man," he thought. As he moved his tongue in and out of her tightness, Carol began bucking her hips against his mouth, whimpering. She reached down and grabbed him by his hair, pulling him up to meet her mouth.

"Damn woman," Daryl muttered.

"I need you inside me." Carol pleaded, breathless. She had never told anyone what she wanted in bed, figured it didn't matter much anyway; Ed was usually done with her in less than 5 minutes. She wondered if Daryl would think she was a slut for asking him. Daryl just growled and tucked his head into her neck, kissing and biting gently. Feeling bold, she reached down, and grabbed his cock, guiding towards her entrance. As soon as his cock touched her entrance, Daryl knew this wasn't going to last long. He pushed himself slowly into her, just a bit. Carol closed her eyes and moaned, reaching out for Daryl's shoulders. Daryl gritted his teeth and pushed a bit more into her, fuck she was tight!

Carol was amazed by the way her body felt. It felt like every inch of her was tingling. She never knew sex could be like this, gentle and slow. She wanted to savor every second, but she also wanted Daryl, now! She wanted him to know that she wasn't delicate and breakable. She hooked her legs around his waist and pulled him so he entered her fully. "Fuck!" Daryl swore as he stilled himself.

"Did I do something wrong?" Carol asked from beneath him.

He leaned down and kissed the tip of her nose, then laid his forehead against hers. He looked down at her worried eyes and chuckled hoarsely, "No woman, but you feel so hot and tight that if you don't want this to be over in one second better let me set the pace." She blushed at his remark about her body. Daryl held himself still for a few more seconds, trying to get himself under control. He leaned down to kiss her lips again, slowly pulling out of her and pushing back in harder and faster. Carol cried at his first complete thrust. She didn't know how long she could take it. As they moved together Carol kept her legs hooked around his waist, each motion stealing her breath. Daryl moaned at the way Carol was clenched tight around his cock. They moved together, find a rhythm together quickly. As their bodies moved together, Daryl realized he wanted to see her eyes. "Look at me, he pleaded. Carol looked up at him with big blue eyes, as their bodies danced together intimately. Daryl looked down at her, his eyes lustful and possessive. She had been made for him, he was sure of it. Only him. He grabbed her legs from around his waist and pushed her legs out to the side as far as possible, pounding into her. Carol let out a whimper and he could feel her walls spasm and grip him tighter. He reached out quickly and covered her mouth as she came, her legs shuddering, a loud cry coming from her lips, caught in his hand. As Carol came, Daryl could feel the heat surround his cock and he knew he was a goner. With one last thrust, he growled, emptying himself inside her, her walls milking him of everything he had.

Spent, both of them lay panting next to each other looking up at the ceiling. Daryl reached around Carol to draw a blanket over her just in case someone came in. Funny, he didn't even lock the door when he brought her in here. They lay there for a couple minutes, neither knowing quite what to say.

Carol was the first one to speak. "I guess this means you want me, huh?"

Daryl looked over at her, "Hell no woman, I was just bored." He smiled like a jackass and Carol hit him on the shoulder. "Course I do," he said, leaning over to kiss her mouth. Never didn't."

As the lay wrapped in each other's arms, they heard a loud pounding form the top of the RV.

"Next time you two want to do that could you give me some warning? You almost rocked me off the top of this damn thing!" Andrea yelled.

Carol and Daryl just looked at each other and laughed.