AN:hey guys...so another update for you been a rough week in my house but things are improving. There are going to be a few filler chapters while I set up the next part of the story...and smut chapters ;p I'm mildly embarrassed to say I actually researched post operative positions ***blushes**** this is more for a hip replacement in this chapter but I envision his injury being high up on his leg lol

Alright enough about smut let me know what you think:)

I do not own or profit from The Walking Dead

SHELTER

Chapter 25

The next three weeks went by relatively quickly.

Daryl's stay in ICU had only been for a night and his recovery in the hospital had gone off without a hitch. He'd been glad to go home, relieved to be in his own bed, with Carol lying next to him instead of across the room on a cot.

She'd stayed with him every night, sometimes heading back to the rental house, to shower or grab a bite to eat, but always returning. When he'd mentioned to her that she should get a nights rest at the house, he was sure that cot wasn't comfortable, she'd looked at him like he'd grown three heads and shook her head saying "no". Truthfully he'd been relieved he hadn't wanted her to leave, but had felt selfish when he saw how restlessly she slept on that cot.

Merle and Glenn and Maggie had moved Carol into his apartment while they'd been gone. Their hadn't been much to move as the apartment had been furnished.

"Don't worry I kept Merle away from your underwear drawer Carol" Maggie had quipped when they had arrived at the apartment to welcome them home.

His leg seemed to be getting better everyday and it was amazing to discover that he could bend his knee. After the initial swelling had gone down, the pain had been manageable. He'd had a few rough patches in the hospital, Carol seemed to help more than the pain meds, little things she did like rubbing his shoulders, or pressing her forehead to his. She'd even taken to whispering suggestive comments in his ear, and then would grin that mischievous grin saying "Hey I distracted you didn't I?"

Milton and Amy seemed nice, Amy was friendly and bubbly and seemed a little young to him, while Milton was shy and nervous. Carol had taken to them immediately especially Amy and Daryl was glad that she had a friend next door. He knew she missed Lori.

Lori seemed to be calling more and more, Carol said there was stuff and things going on in her Lori's life and she needed someone to talk to. Apparently getting pregnant was still a problem and the stress was causing some friction in her marriage. Carol would listen sympathetically for hours it seemed as Lori would prattle on, on end. This woman needed to suck it up and talk to her husband, in Daryl's opinion.

Their first night back he discovered delightedly that he could sleep on his side with a pillow between his legs. Not the side of his operation but anything was an improvement from his back. Carol was curled into his front and he was enjoying the feeling of having both arms around her even though she seemed to be squirming a little restlessly. The pillow was soon kicked away and replaced as he put his leg across hers. Who needed a pillow when he had Carol. She started to slowly rub her hand up and down his healing leg, her fingertips brushing gently along his scar.

"Ya alright?" he said hoarsely pressing a kiss to her shoulder.

She giggled softly. "You're not going to believe this but I think I got used to that hard cot. This bed is so soft it's killing my back."

"Here" he said leaning back and pulling her tank top off then groaning when he realized she wasn't wearing a bra as he starting to knead and rub her back. Her skin was so soft he found himself soon running his hands all over her back even when he felt all the tension leave her.

"You've become quite the romantic.." She moaned.

"That's only cause I wanna screw around" he said sliding one arm around her waist to pull her flush to his chest. The other slid up to palm her breast, while nipping at her neck.

"Don't stop" she whispered as his hands felt her nipples pebble under his palm.

"I don't intend to...I can't believe we can finally screw around when I ain't standing up or flat on my back" he grunted

She laughed as he sucked on her neck "I like you flat on your back...then I can have my way with you."

"Well in a couple of weeks I'll be having my way with you" he said as he hooked his finger in the waistband of her underwear, the only thing she'd been wearing other than her tank top and pulled them down."I just might keep you flat on your back in this bed for a few days" he whispered into her ear as his fingers slid down in between her legs, groaning at the feel.

She lolled her head back lazily on his shoulder as he circled her clit with his fingers then switching to his thumb as he slid his fingers inside her. Pumping his fingers in and out of her repeatedly. She clutched his thigh still scissored on her own as he fingered her then felt her tense and called out his name.

When her breathing slowed she turned in his arms watching as he sucked at his fingers.

Pulling her close to him he pulled her leg between his thighs as he molded her body to his she reached down and brought his dick to her entrance. He banded his arms tightly around her waist splaying his hands across her ribs and back, she hooked her arm around his leg still slung over her thigh stabilizing it as for the first time he watched her eyes as he pushed inside of her. He was totally in awe of the love in her eyes, he was such a lucky son of a bitch. He could stay there like that connected forever he thought just staring into her eyes, until she tilted her pelvis seeking friction and he realized he needed to move inside of her, bad.

It was slow, his hands roaming non stop in his effort to touch her everywhere, and his eyes held her gaze as he slowly thrust inside of her. Her hand settled on his hip, she possessively pulled him closer as though she couldn't pull him close enough. He'd never seen anything more beautiful than her face as she threw her head back and went over the edge. Her buried his face in her throat as soon followed.

"Fuck" he said a few minutes later his face still in her neck "Merle was right, those pamphlets are good reading material"