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I Know Im evil, but here I over some Caryl as a peace offering!

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TWD isn't Mine

After a long break down, Carol got Daryl to leave the tombs.

First thing was first, he had to get all of Alyssa's blood of him and change into clean clothes.

"Come on, you smell awful.. hand them over." Carol put out her hand for him to hand over his clothes, but Daryl just scoffed. Standing there with his arms crossed over his chest, there was no was he was gonna strip with her right there. "Daryl don't make me strip you myself..!"

Daryl let his eyes wander off towards the wall. "I ain't showerin'. Not with ye here starin' at me.."

Carol raised an eye brow. "Why not?"

"I just ain't.."

Daryl knew how gross he looked under his shirt, all cut up and scarred. There was no way he was gonna shower with her right there, no way in hell.

Carol shook her head, a small smile on her face. "Fine, your such a pain. I'll be outside." Carol walked away and waited outside like she said. Once he knew she was gone, Daryl stripped out of his bloody clothes till he had nothing on but his boxers.

He placed them down on the bench in front of him, and took a deep breath.

That's Alyssa's blood on that shirt.

Daryl felt a shiver go down his spine. He left the clothes there and went over to the shower head. Once he was hidden by the small shower walls he removed his boxers and threw them next to the rest of his clothes. He turned on the shower, letting out another sigh and the hot water hit his back. He was lucky Axel had fixed the generators before he died and that Connor had been so handy as well, because now they had running water again.

Letting the water drip down his naked body, he tried to clear his mind and set his head straight. So much had happen in the last month, the last day had been a whole nightmare. Daryl wasn't sure how he let this girl change him, this now dead girl..

No. He wasn't going to cry, not anymore. He was sick of crying, of being scared and of being hurt. Daryl hated how much this killed him, he wished Alyssa was still there to tell him that no matter what, they would figure every thing together.

"No matter what happens. We'll figure it out together."

Her voice ran in his ears. He could still feel her soft hands holding his, her long hair held in a braid by that little blue bow, those deep dark brown eyes that could stare through someone's damn soul.

Daryl couldn't take it, he punched the concrete wall in front of him. His fist started to bleed.

"Daryl are you okay?" Shit. Carol had heard the sound of his fist hitting the wall. He ducked down as she walked back into the room, his eyes staring at the wall, praying she wouldn't walk his way.

"M'fine, go away." Daryl's voice was ragged. He was obviously not fine.

Something strange happened, the sound of clothes dropping had startled him. What in the world is this woman doin' now? Daryl stood up, scared to turn around.

Carol had walked into the room. Her breathing was loud enough to hear, her food steps getting louder as they made their way closer to him. Daryl started to panic. His heart raced as he could hear her footsteps stop. She was right behind him.

Then the unthinkable happen. Daryl could feel a pair of skinny arms move around his body, hand placing themselves on his chest. He froze, becoming instantly paralyzed as he realized what was going on.

Carol's in the damn shower with me.. naked. Holy shit she's naked.

She inched in closer, hugging him tighter until he could feel her naked body against his. Daryl had no idea what to do, or what to say.

And to make to whole thing worse, this whole situation made him as hard as a rock.

Ya got to be fuckin' kiddin' me... What is she thinkin'? She go crazy or somethin' she don' want me like this, she's too good for me..

"It's just me Daryl, it's okay." He could hear her whisper softly. She let go of his body, and very slowly she started turning him around.

There she was in all her glory, standing naked in front of him and damn she was gorgeous. Daryl could of sworn he had never seen a more perfect body in his whole life. From her breasts down to her small waist. Her sexy waist down to her legs. God those legs. Daryl was mesmerized by how damn perfect she was.

The mere sight of her was almost enough to make him let himself go.

He had almost forgotten that he was standing in front of her, all hard and naked liked, and suddenly he was flushed with embarrassment.

Carol giggled, "What's wrong, not happy to see me?"

"Wh-what are ye doin' in here?" He was so embarrassed he started to stutter. What's wrong with ya? Get a hold of yerself, Dixon! Don' ya pussy out now!

Carol reached out for his chest, and he flinched back, but she stood persistent letting her fingers run across a tattoo he had on his chest. "Who's Norman?"

"He was the ol' lady's pops." He answered quietly, "Nicest man I ever knew, didn't know him for long tho, he died when I was a kid."

"Your tattoo's are beautiful.." She moved closer to him, until he could feel her body pressed up his. He could feel her hips slowly grind up against him. Daryl bit his lip. What is she doin'?! God damn she's sexy as hell.. "I thought that maybe.. you didn't want to be alone.." He could feel his hardness up against her, a warm wet sensation between her thighs.

Holy hell he wanted her, and he wanted her bad.

Carol leaned closer to his face, moving her hands behind his head so he wouldn't pull away and started to kiss him. Daryl kissed her back, trying to urge the rest of his body to move but he was still stuck. He could feel her hands move from behind his head and move down his chest. Working their way down ever so slowly. Going lower and lower. Eventually he could feel her hand wrap around his hardness, and he hissed.

She quickly let go, starting to step away. "I'm sorry.. I didn't realize .. I thought that.."

Fuck do something before ya miss yer damn chance! "No it-it's not you, I... uh it's been a long time.. and.." He stuttered, feeling like a total idiot.

"I know Daryl, but it's just me. There's nothing to be worried about." Carol moved closer again, and grabbed hold of him once more. He let out a shaky moan, and her lip curled up. "Let me help you..." Slowly she ran her hand up and down his hardness.

"I.. I ain't gon' last." He whispered. Fuck. Way to kill the damn moment, fuckin' idiot.

Carol let go, moving closer to him again. A devious smile on her face that made his heart jump. "Then let's not take our time." He couldn't help but smirk as well.

Now's yer chance, dumb ass, take it!

So he did. Daryl swooped her up in her arms, holding her up against the wall. Water running down their bodies, the heat making it all so much more intense. He wanted so badly to know what it felt like to be inside her, and he sure as hell wasn't gonna wait till next time to find out. Now was his moment to be brave, to take the first step and he wasn't going to let it slide.

He thrusted himself in side her, make her moan. Damn, did I do that?

This intrigued him. Daryl wasn't one for pleasing girls, sex was just sex. It wasn't a big deal to him, but this was Carol he was talking about. Carol wasn't any woman. She was his woman. He made his woman moan, and boy did that excite him.

So Daryl did it again, moving himself in and out of her, harder and harder each time with the sheer intentions of getting her to moan. Every noise she let escape louder than the one before. He could feel her hands on his back, her nails digging into his back with ever push inside her.

"Oh Daryl..." Wait, did she just cry my name name out? God damn she's just too much.

This really made him excited. Daryl picked up the pace, wanting her more and more. The way he felt inside of her wetness making him throb like a maniac. Soon his breathing got even heavier, and just like he said he didn't last. He let out a grunt as he released inside her. "God damn." He let them both slide down to the floor. The hot water slowly getting colder as it trickled down their bodies.

Daryl sat there with Carol in his lap, trying to catch their breath. His head down on her shoulder as her's rested back on the wall.

"I love you, Daryl.."

He lifted his head up slowly, a smile on his face. A part of him was so embarrassed and wanted to run away, but the rest of him was grateful. Grateful this was Carol. Grateful she didn't laugh, or tease him. No. Not Carol. Carol loved him.

"I love ya too."