I'm sorry it's took me so long to update. I feel terrible about that. Between getting hurt, my internet messing up, and this terrible Hoth like weather here I haven't been able to get on and post. Though i have worked on upcoming chapters, so there is that. My updates still will be a little sporadic, but hang in there.

Daryl walked into his bedroom and started emptying his pockets getting ready for bed. He was wore the fuck out and was going to be getting up early to go hunting with Merle. His brother was holding something back when he stopped earlier today, he could see it in his eyes. Daryl shook his head, they weren't going to get any actual hunting done. He knew what Merle really wanted. He was about to be the soundboard for whatever was bothering him.

"What are you shaking your head for?" Carol smiled from his side of the bed.

Daryl looked up at her, "Merle."

"What about him?"

"Isn't that enough?" He chuckled.

He pulled his shirt off over his head and was about to toss it when he heard Carol cluck her tongue at him. Looking up she held her hand out to him eyes roaming over his bare chest. Daryl tilted his head walking towards the bed. "What is it with you and sleeping in my dirty shirts?"

Carol beamed at him her face flushing slightly. She pulled her tank top off and pulled his much larger shirt over her small frame. It swallowed her. "It's comfortable...plus you smell good."

"I'm pretty sure you sleep in a bed that smells like me, not to mention I'm in the bed with you." He gave her a lop sided smile, "But to each his own...just don't expect me to start wearing your shit."

"Oh no, I prefer you in nothing Mr. Dixon." She purred setting up on her knees and grabbing the waist band of his jeans. Daryl walked readily to where she wanted and wrapped his arms around her immediately. She grabbed him by the back of the neck pulling him down to her, she smiled at him right before kissing him.

Daryl leaned further into her causing her to fall back on the bed, he laughed at her when she yelped. Kicking his pants off leaving him in just his boxers he climbed in the bed over top of her. Daryl rucked up her shirt exposing her smooth stomach. Running his hands across her skin her breathing increased, hitching slightly. Sliding his hand higher he grazed her right breast. She whined at him arching towards him encouraging him to touch her.

"You know Carol..." He kissed her again quickly and just as quickly leaning back looking down at her. "We still need to get your stuff for you."

She nodded at him running her hand down his strong stomach towards his boxers and slipping her hand in them gripping him. He held back the groan that wanted to escape. Instead grabbing her hips and quickly flipping them around to where she was straddling him and he was on his back. Setting up Daryl quickly jerked her shirt over head exposing her perfect breast to him.

He looked up at Carol, "Beautiful." He kissed the column of her neck and she leaned her head back still working him with her hand. Daryl massaged her breast loving the feel of her smooth skin and hard nipples in his rough hands.

Kissing down the side of her neck and across her collar bones and up the other side Daryl nipped and licked a hot trail that had her panting.

Carol pulled her hand from inside his boxers grabbing the waist band and pulling. He lifted his hips to aid her efforts. Daryl pulled out of the kiss and looked at her, "Carol what the fuck is that noise?"

She leaned in trying to kiss him again, he stalled her motions. They both listened for a minute before he seen a smile break across her face followed by confusion. She jumped from his lap and moved across the room to the dresser. Daryl watched her grab her cell phone and frown."Something wrong?"

Carol looked up still frowning and held a finger up to him. Leaning back against the head board Daryl watched her. She was different than when they first started hanging out, she was a lot more shy about stuff then. Now she was standing in the middle of their bedroom completely naked except for the tiny pair of underwear. That he honestly wasn't sure could be considered underwear to begin with. No shame. He wasn't complaining though, he thoroughly enjoyed watching her prance around like that.

Daryl looked at the clock and then back to her, shaking his head he leaned over and set his alarm for in the morning. When he set back up she was walking slowly to the bed typing on her phone still not talking or looking up. "You say you were going with Merle tomorrow?" Her voice was soft, not a sign of the fevered passion from earlier.

Daryl leaned his head back and closed his eyes. If she wasn't feeling it anymore he needed to get himself under control or suffer through a long painful night. Coughing some, "Yeah...hunting."

"Mmm." Was her response. He felt her side of the bed dip as she settled next to him.

Daryl cracked an eye open and looked at her. Still typing on her phone, growling he snapped his eyes closed again. Daryl was contemplating how mad she was going to get if he slung her phone into the wall. How much exactly it'd cost him in the long run. Right now he wasn't sure he'd give a fuck either way.

Looking back at the clock it was already ten thirty. Sighing he dropped down in the bed and laid down. Looking back up at her she was completely oblivious to his movements. Daryl growled and jerked his boxers back on that were somehow still in the bed.

He wasn't sure id he nodded off or just dazed out, but when he cracked his eyes open the light was out and she was climbing in the bed again.

"You asleep on me now?" She purred.

"Thinkin' bout it."His voice came out low and terse. His balls were already starting to hurt and he just wanted to sleep now. The ache was setting in his muscles from his first full week back at work since being shot.

"It was Stacey by the way..." He could hear the confusion in her voice from his tone but didn't have the energy to feel bad right now.

She had left him setting there for an hour after getting him worked up with a painful hard on to text someone and completely ignore him. Even when he did speak. He just nodded at her and worked his arms under his pillows shifting off his that had been hurt.

"It was about Merle..." She was trying to bait him.

"She put him in the hospital?"

"No."

"He dead?"

"NO!"

"Then I'm sure if he wants me to know he'll tell me tomorrow."

He heard her huff out a frustrated breath and flop down next to him. " Do you have to be difficult? I mean really..." Her voice was below a whisper and he wasn't sure she meant for him to hear her.

He chuckled and heard her growl,"I'm going out tomorrow with her while your hunting." Her voice came out like a challenge and he wanted to laugh. He wasn't her fucking keeper if she wanted to do something then fuck, do it. Shaking his head some he moved to get more comfortable.

"Have fun." He grabbed her around the waist and pulled her back into his chest when she growled at his words."Why are you growling at me?" He husked into her ear. The feeling of her bare back hitting his bare chest made fire scorch straight into his groin.

He heard her breath hitch and smirked, "I'm not."

"Liar." He slid hand around to her stomach. "You know that was really rude Carol...and painful." Pulling her more into his body and sliding his hand up around her ribs just below her breast. He leaned down and kissed her neck then just below her jaw.

Daryl kept her pulled into him firmly. The arm that Carol was resting her head on he snaked further around her, his forearm between her breast. She was trying to control her breathing and he was fighting laughing. Daryl kissed the nape of her neck letting his tongue trace her skin lightly before laying his head down. "Goodnight Carol."

She remained quiet for all of thirty seconds before he heard her growl again. He was still holding back a laugh and wasn't sure if he could donit much longer. She was pairing now, it was easy to get her worked up sometimes.

"Daryl." She turned her head back towards him looking for his face. He pressed his face more firmly into her back. "Daryl." Her voice qas a little louder.

"I'm right here don't have to yell at me woman." His voice was low. He felt her jerk when his breath brushed over her shoulder and neck.

She didn't say anything choosing instead to rock her hips back into his and grind against him. He felt her arm come back and grab his hair pulling him towards her. When their mouthes met it wasn't the rushed kissing like before but slower. It was more of a deep burn instead of a scorching fire rushing through him. No this was more like a deep burn that was starting in his bones and working its way out like it was gonna burn him from the inside out.

He broke the kiss panting, her grip in his hair was almost painful but he welcomed it. She jerked him to her again and she took control of the kiss. He had the thoughts that she was likely going to have heard burn and the thought alone made him groan.

She rocked her hips harder into him and had to put a hand on her to stop her motions. "Please Daryl..." She panted into his mouth. He nodded and she quickly started working her panties down her legs, jerking on his boxers in the process.

She went to roll over on her back but he stopped her,"Stay." He pulled her back to his chest again and grabbed her at the knee. Pulling her right leg back over his and made her hips line up with him perfectly. Daryl slid into her slowly, savoring the feeling of her.

Daryl buried his head in the crook of her neck breathing in her sweet scent, it was almost maddening. He felt her hand come back to his hair, lightly scratching over his scalp. She was trying to urge him to move but he needed a second or this entire thing was going to be over. She was tight anyways, but this position had her like a vice.

Kissing her neck Daryl and moving his arm that she was still laying on around he started kneading her breast. Moving with a slow languid pace Daryl pulled out, repeating the process. Daryl released his hold on her hip and brought it around to her stomach just above her sex and pushed down.

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Carol was sure Daryl was mad at her, thinking about thoughshe couldn't say she didn't blame him. She just wanted to salvage the mood, she was telling Stacey not to text so late anymore. By the way he was acting now she couldn't tell. She did feel bad now thinking about it, she did kind of leave him hanging then completely ignore him.

"Stay." His voice was commanding. She easily complied to him choosing to stay still and see where he went with this. When he grabbed her leg and pulled it back angling her the way he did she felt a rush of adrenaline and anticipation spark through her body. They hadn't done anything this way yet, she always wanted to be able to see hi face so they ended up in some of the same positions time and time again.

It was what she was comfortable with only having been with Ed. She knew he had more experience and that thought alone aggravated her. She couldn't fault him though they weren't together and she didn't even really know him then. She felt apprehension flicker through her, what if she wasn't any good at this like some of the other girls he had been with.

"Stop." His voice was right next to her ear. "What's the matter?"

"Nothing." She wanted to pat herself on the back from the way she kept voice under control.

"You're terrible liar Carol."

"I told you nothing..." She whined as his hand stopped moving against her while the other kept her pinned against him ina iron like vice.

"Then why are you so tense all of the sudden?" He questioned.

Fuck. Coughing some she didn't wanna talk about this. "It's nothing Daryl, really." She felt him loosening his hold on her like he was going to pull away. Fuck he thought he done something. He was going to think it was the stuff about Ed again. Sighing to herself she really hoped this didn't kill his mood anymore then she had managed to do already tonight.

"You really want to know?" He kept quiet but she felt his head nod between her shoulder blades. "It's...we've not done anything like this. It might not seem like a big deal to you but...it is to me. I just worry that I might be.." She broke off.

"You might be what Carol Ann?" His voice was low and had a edge to it.

She swallowed, "I might not enough for you, I might be boring..."

He cut her off with a growl she felt vibrate against her back while his arms tightened around her. "Carol you're the only woman I've let in my house, my bed, fuck my entire life. You're the only woman that I've even let touch me. I can't stand the thought of someone else touching me. You're it for me."

She felt his breathing picking up and felt bad all of the sudden for bringing it up. Before she could say anything he started speaking again, his voice lower.

"You could never be boring to me. You're everything to me." His voice was pained, "If this is what's causing you to worry then we don't do this." Gesturing to how they were positioned. "We'll do what you want."

Carol shook her head at him, "No. I want to do this with you. I do." she turned her head looking over her shoulder for him. When she didn't see his face she felt behind her and found his hair. Pulling some she got his attention and he looked up at her. Licking her lips she claimed his mouth in a heated kiss hoping to clear the air of the tension.

Tightening her grip in his hair and pulling while she rocked her hips back to him. She felt his arms tighten back around her and she smiled, "I need you Daryl." She moaned.

When he slid into her at a slow teasing pace she felt her breath hitch and him groan. If he didn't start moving soon she was sure that she was gonna burn alive with need. Rocking her hips as much as his hold on her hips would allow Carol tried to urge him to move.

When he finally started moving Carol released a ragged breath and rocked back meeting his thrusts. Between his hand working her breast and rolling her nipples she knew she wasn't going to last long. She felt the beginnings of that fire coiling low in her stomach and spreading out through her body.

Carol renewed her grip in his hair pulling him more towards her, she wanted to feel him all of him up against her. Jerking his hair harder his bare chest slammed back and she moaned at the feeling of him. His sweat slick skin moving against her over sensitized skin had her panting even harder.

"Daryl...oh god!" Carol moaned out when his hand came back around and pushed down on her stomach just above her sex. His large hand spanned her stomach and was able to reach down between her legs and work her. The feeling it sent racing through her was almost to much and she felt like she couldn't breath. His movements never faltered when hers altogether quit, she felt like she couldn't breath. His stride never faltered when hers all togeher quit, she let him take te reigns completely to lost in all the feeling and sensations he was producing in her.

She wasn't sure how long he had been murmurring in her war but when she finally focused on it she felt her heart go into over drive and wished she had been listening all along. He had quit talking and was instead kissinv just below her ear. The feeling of his silky hair in her hand and his slick body moving behind her was sensory overload mixed in with everything else.

Daryl flipped her over never moving from her body. Her eyes widened and the position he had her in and again she shuddered. Looking up into his eyes when he didn't start moving , he was looking down at her from his braced position above her.

"You okay?" Tilting his head to side and panting.

She nodded at him trying to gather her breath and thoughts. She looked ar her feet almost braced against his shoulders and her knees against her chest quizically then back to his steady blue eyes. He grinned at her and shrugged, the movement causing her to jerk against him. He looked down to where they were still connected and when his eyes came back up to hers she could barely see the blue anymore.

Leaning further down he caught hee mouth ina searing kiss that had her nails sinking into his forearms. She felt him smirk and dug her nails in harder, he bit her bottom lip in response just as he started to move.

Sucking in a harsh breath Carol let out a low guttural moan, it was supposed to be his name but the sound she produced was nowhere near it. He grunted and picked up his pace hitting her harder and deeper the he had ever before. She knew she was going to be sore tomorrow. She couldn't really reach him with the way he had her positioned so she sunk her nails into his hips, knowing she was marking him and loving every second of it.

He growled and sped up as her nails left tracks down his skin. She felt herself tensing up and couldn't help it when her eyes slammed shut. She felt everything amped up and started swallowing, when her orgasm washed over her she arched so far Daryl had to bring his arms around to hold her to keep her from hurting herself. She felt him tensing and knee he was likely cussing but couldn't hear him over the roar of blood in her ears.

She didn't remember him letting her legs down, but he wasn't moving instead he was laying next to her chest heaving. She looked over at him and he had his eyes closed with one arm behind his head.

"Did you..." Gathering her breath, "Did you fall asleep?" Her voice was hushed and breathless.

She heard his light chuckle and smiled, she loved hearing his laughter. No matter how small it was at the time it always managed to make her smile.

"Fuck no." She felt his hand grab onto her and pull her onto his chest. Laying there she listened to the sound of heavy beating heart. "I think i'm going to have scars you know."

Carol hummed in the back of her throat. She bit his chest lightly and snuggled closer to him. "Love you Daryl." Her voice was readh growing heavy with sleep.

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