A/N: This wasn't meant to take this long to do, but I wanted to be careful with it. I hope either way it was worth the wait because you guys are awesome. I love the reviews you all give, they make me smile every time, so thank you.


As soon as they were past the front door Daryl had Carol flush against him, his lips descending on hers before she could even utter a word. He grinned down at her as he pulled away. She bit her lip, curious as to what he might do next. The second he pulled her in the direction of the bedroom her breath caught. She pulled him, stopping his intent with a press of her lips against hers.

He groaned, pulling them instead to the couch. It didn't bother either of them, they both knew now that they would never make it to the bedroom. He got to the couch first, sitting down and pulling her with him as they kissed. He made to lie down and she clumsily climbed on top of him. They kissed for a long time before she felt Daryl shifting and then he was pulling away and biting his bottom lip.

"What's the matter?" she questioned.

"Wonderin'if this has burnt a hole in my pocket yet."

Carol giggled as he pulled the condom out of his pocket. "How long have you had that? And where did you get it?"

"God, I forget," he admitted. "Stole it from Glenn though, kids got enough for this apocalypse, the next apocalypse and then some. He ain't gonna be repopulating the world for a long time."

Carol hit his chest but she was stilling laughing. "Well, actually, if you keep stealing them from him…"

A grin split across Daryl's face. "Are you sayin' what I think?"

"I'm saying if you don't hurry up we won't even have a use for this one."

He leaned up to kiss her once more. "Impatient."

"Oh really? Give me five seconds." She pecked his lips before standing, extracting a groan from Daryl. "See, who's being impatient now?"

She slipped into the bedroom before he could throw a response back. As soon as the door was shut she ran to the chest of drawers where her things were. She fiddled through them, pleading with God to present her with something decent. Daryl could look good in anything. She'd seen him covered in blood, guts, sweat, muck, and stuff she didn't even want to think about, but he still managed to look good. She definitely didn't feel the same about herself and her ability to pull anything off.

Finally she was presented with a set of underwear that looked decent enough. They were black with a very subtle pattern through it. They were in one piece and any other problems with them went unnoticed with the colour. She slipped out of her clothes before pulling on the new underwear. One she had them on she pulled on a slightly comfier top and a pair of cotton shorts. Her legs weren't exactly the greatest in her opinion but she felt much better about them after hygiene products were found on the last run.

With a deep breath she headed outside. Daryl was lounged up on the couch, fiddling with the foil thoughtfully. She smiled, making her way over to him. He smirked the second he saw her.

"I know I'm new to this, but you're making it a bit too easy."

She looked down at herself with a blush. "I was thinking more on comfort."

"Make no difference," he shrugged. "They'll be off ya in a second anyway."

It was her turn to smirk. "Oh, is that right?"

He nodded, watching her like a hawk. She went to take a step back but the second she lifted her foot, he was moving. Daryl grabbed her hand and pulled her forward. They tumbled backwards onto the couch.

Daryl kissed her hard, showing absolutely no mercy. She situated herself so that she was straddling him, her hands resting on his chest as she leaned down to kiss him. As they kissed she trailed her hands down his chest till she reached his belt. She kept her hands there for a moment, enjoying the feel of his tongue against hers before she slowly stated to unbuckle it. Together they worked to get his jeans unbutton and pulled completely off of him.

The two of them smiled slightly as Daryl went to pull off Carol's shirt at the same time as Carol went to pull of Daryl's shirt. They pulled apart from each other long enough to pull their own tops off. They both marvelled in the look of each other for a bit, both running their tongues over their bottom lips. Carol's hands were slowly massaging his shoulders, her hands running up and down his neck every so often, in an attempt to keep him calm. It didn't matter how much she knew or how often he had his top off in front of her, she could tell that his scars still bothered him.

As she worked to keep him calm, his hands trailed up her back slowly. He fiddled with her clasp but not for half as long as he used to. It sprung lose and the second her bra dropped to the floor he had them flipped. Carol looked down between them with a smile, a blush growing softly. Daryl kissed down her neck slowly till he reached her chest, where his tongue flicked over each nipple until both were harden peaks. Daryl continued to tug, nibble and suck at them with his mouth and teeth.

"No more of that," Carol said breathlessly as she carefully pushed him away. "I don't want any time to chicken out."

Daryl nodded his head, short and a little stiff. They pulled away from each other long enough to slowly rid themselves of their clothes. Each movement was careful but still a little clumsy. Carol closed her eyes softly as she heard the rip of foil. All coherent thoughts were out of the question as she felt Daryl situate himself between her legs. The skin on skin contact sent a shockwave through her. Usually when they were together they would be in a half-dress state or only one of them would be moderately naked.

She gasped as the tip of him pressed against her entrance. He made to move away but her hands quickly came up to his neck, keeping him where he was. Her nails scratched softly at the base of his neck. She shivered and slowly pushed into her. Carol's back arched and she bit her lip, almost to the point of drawing blood.

"I'm sorry," Daryl whispered, stilling all movement the second he was completely inside of her.

"It's okay," she told him, revealing in the fact that her body was adjusting to him. "It's just been a while. Are you okay?"

"Trying not to lose it," he admitted through gritted teeth.

"Don't worry about that, just move."

She lifted her hips as a form of encouragement. He pulled out of her at a painfully slow speed before pushing ever so gently into her again. His rhythm was a little off and unsteady but neither of them complained. Carol's back arched slightly as his thrusts became a lot stronger and more in time. Daryl was kissing every bit of her that he could reach as he tried to concentrate on what he was doing.

"Carol, I-"

Carol's hands were on the back of her neck, pulling him to her, effectively cutting him off as she kissed him. He groaned as she nibbled at his bottom lip. His movements became a little more feral. Both were moaning loudly now, gasping whenever there was an unexpected shift in movement. Daryl buried his head in the crook of Carol's neck as her nails raked up and down his back lightly.

Carol clenching softly around him and Daryl biting her neck in response had them both tumbling over the edge. He groaned as she gasped. Both of them came hard and fast, feeling a high that compared to nothing either of them had felt before. Both kept very still until Daryl finally lost all of his strength and collapsed beside her.

"Well that was…"

"Short?" Daryl suggested.

"Not what I was going to say at all."

"Good, 'cause I think you about killed me," he admitted. "So I ain't gonna be able to redeem myself tonight."

"You might want to stop doing that then." She shuddered, trying to ignore the way he was running the tip of his tongue up and down her neck. "Otherwise you're not going to get a chance to recharge."

"Does this mean I have to steal from Glenn more often?" he asked with a slightly chuckle, but when she started to giggle he frowned. "What?"

"I feel like such a kid, I've never been this happy, at least not for a long time," she admitted. "This, you, is the best decision I've made since having Sophia. I just- God, everything just feels so good again."

"I'll make you feel good whenever you want."

She rolled over so that they were nose to nose. "I'm all yours, Daryl."

His arm wrapped around her, holding her close. "Like I'd have it any other way."

"I'll take that as a, 'yes Carol, I'm all yours too'."

He chuckled, resting his forehead against hers. "Like I said, I wouldn't have it any other way."


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