This chapter may be a challenge...I have MAJOR writer's block! So I went out and got a bunch of prompts...one of which was "incest" which I immediately shot down. We're going with a better one, so don't worry xD
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"DADDY!"
Daryl's eyes popped open as the shriek invaded his ears, he looked over in time to see Sophia charge through the door with Carol right behind her, smiling brightly. Sophia flung herself onto the bed and Daryl found himself pulled into a hug that couldn't quite make it around his shoulders, he grinned and wrapped his arms around the squealing body of Sophia.
"Hey there, peaches!" he said, pressing a kiss to Sophia's head and then resting his chin there as he closed his eyes to just savor the feeling of holding her close.
"Dad, I was so scared," Sophia claimed as she leaned back to look at him, "We thought you were..."
Daryl cut her off with a small smile and a shake of his head.
"Didn't I tell you both, I always come back?" he asked softly, something about these two girls brought out this side of him, the side he never let show to anyone else. "What's done is done, I'm home."
Sophia nodded and buried her face in his chest, curling her arms up between them. Daryl held her while his eyes focused on Carol who was standing next to the bed watching them with a smile on her face.
"C'mere," he whispered softly, and his heart skipped a beat when she focused that brilliant smile on him and him only then she stepped forward and slid onto the bed next to him. He pulled her to his side and kissed her lightly on the forehead and he squeezed Sophia's shoulder at the same time. "God, what have you two done to me?"
"What do you mean?" Carol asked, looking at him questioningly.
"You're turnin' me soft," Daryl muttered, rubbing his nose into her hair as he took in her scent. "I'm losin' my mean, racist redneck image 'cause of ya both."
"Naw, dad," Sophia stated, "You're still mean to everyone else."
He and Carol burst into uncontrollable laughter while Sophia looked at them like they were crazy.
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To say an injured Daryl Dixon was difficult would be a major understatement. He reminded Carol of a wolf with his paw caught in a trap, he snapped angrily at anyone who offered to do something for him, griped loudly when Herschel checked on him to see how he was healing, he cussed loudly whenever someone even hinted at bringing something TO him, he ALWAYS demanded he could get it himself and had hobbled down for breakfast, lunch and dinner every day. Once he had even snapped at Carol when she offered to bring him up dinner that first night, but she could tell he was very sorry for it from the way his face scrunched up pathetically and he mumbled his apology with his head hung in shame.
Carol decided after three days of him being cooped up in the house that it was time for him to get out. His fever had gone down, his color was coming back, the stitches were staying tightly closed and the infection was almost gone, but his spirits weren't any better. So that evening, before supper, she slipped into the room and slid on top of him with a grin, earning her a surprised but pleased smile in return.
"Well, hey there," he said quietly, lifting his shoulders to reach her lips with his.
"Hey," Carol replied softly, "How are you feeling tonight?"
"Up for anything," Daryl replied, rubbing into her hips with his.
Carol laughed and pushed off of him, standing up and grabbing his clothes off the dresser and tossing them to him.
"Get up, get dressed, we're getting you out of this sardine can!" she announced, pulling on her own coat.
Daryl wasted no time in complying, he stood quickly with a wince and very, VERY carefully pulled his cargos on over the bandages on his thigh then threw his shirt and jacket on with ease. Carol was at his side to support his weaker left leg and they wasted no more time before hobbling down to the first level of the house.
Carol stopped in the kitchen and grabbed the picnic basket full of dinner she and Beth had prepared then bid everyone goodnight as she gently tugged Daryl towards the door. He followed with a limp and a smile.
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Daryl watched Carol flitting around like a nervous hummingbird with a crooked smile on his face. He had no clue what she had planned, but he had an idea he wasn't going to be disappointed.
"Stay here," she announced, leaving him on the porch. She went around the side of the house and he heard the rumble of an engine he knew very well a few moments before his truck rounded the corner and pulled to a stop in front of him. Carol was behind the driver's seat, beaming at him. "C'mon, slowpoke, get in!"
Daryl grinned widely at her before hobbling over and pulling himself into the cab.
"Where to?" he asked as she headed down the driveway.
How about that hayfield?" Carol asked. Daryl noticed that, before she pulled out of the driveway, she looked both ways and somehow that made him laugh. "What? Not a good idea?"
"No, no, it fine! I just...you're funny," Daryl explained lamely. You are one smooth son of a bitch.
"Funny?" Carol cocked an eyebrow at him.
"Just...checkin' both ways 'fore ya pull out," Daryl tried to explain the humor. Carol smiled.
"I guess that IS pretty pointless these days," she agreed with a giddy giggle.
She's giggling like teenager going parkin' for the first time. Daryl mused in silence as he watched her out of the corner of his eye. Her hands had a tight grip on the steering wheel and she was biting her lower lip...did she have a clue what she did to him even when she didn't mean to? That lip biting was driving him crazy!
"So..." he ventured, looking out the window to avoid watching her maul that damn lip. "What's yer plan?"
She just giggled again and Daryl rolled his eyes with a smile. She wasn't going to tell him anything, he could tell.
Finally, she pulled off into the hayfield Daryl remembered well. He smiled at the memory of her face when he'd asked that question that had scared him shitless and he smiled lightly when he remembered her answer. She cut the engine before he even realized they'd stopped and he jerked slightly and turned his head to look at her but she was already halfway out of the door so he slipped out of his side carefully to follow. Not that he had to go far, just the back of the truck.
"Come on," she said happily as she lowered the tailgate. Inside was a setup much like his had been last time he brought her out here, a makeshift bed of sleeping bags and blankets with thermoses and the picnic basket off to the side. Daryl considered for a moment how to get up there with his leg in this condition and then settled for sitting and pulling legs up after him. As soon as he'd settled back, Carol's mouth was covering his and he sucked in a sharp, surprised breath.
"Good Lord, woman," he said when she broke the kiss, "What are ya doin' t' me?"
"I just assumed you wanted out of the house," Carol explained, "I know you hate being stuck inside."
"Well yer damn right," he assured her, pressing a light kiss to her lips. "I was goin' crazy."
"I could tell," Carol said with a wink, "You were getting pretty cranky."
"I'm sorry I snapped atcha t' other day," Daryl whispered as he began littering her face with quick, gentle kisses. "I felt like a complete ass, just so ya know."
"I know, I forgive you," Carol whispered back, lifting her chin to give him access to her throat which he immediately claimed with lips, tongue and teeth. He felt her shiver in his arms and he wondered again, for the hundredth time, what the Hell an angel like this was doing with him.
"Stop it," Carol giggled and leaned away from him, moving to the side and out of his arms. She grabbed the thermoses and basket of food and moved to sit cross legged next to him. Daryl smiled and sat up with a wince as pain jolted up his leg, but he didn't let it show for fear Carol would change her mind and take him back for more fuckin' rest! She handed him a plate and started piling it with mashed potatoes, cattail roots and a piece of pork that Daryl assumed came from the boar he'd killed months ago as well as a thermos of...good Lord in Heaven, hot chocolate.
They ate in relative silence, Carol's eyes fixed on the horizon as she watched the sun setting behind the trees that surrounded the field and Daryl's eyes focused on her face as the sunset bathed her skin in shades of gold and pink. He thought maybe, just maybe, he'd never seen her look more beautiful as that moment and he cringed inwardly when he felt himself go slightly hard. God, why could he not just admire her without wanting to jump her? It made him feel like total ass!
"Penny for your thoughts," Carol said quietly, cutting into his self reprimand.
"Penny's are worthless now, babes," Daryl chuckled darkly.
"Then...a kiss for your thoughts?" she tried to sweeten the deal.
Daryl looked down at where his hands were twisting and fidgeting in front of him and cleared his throat. He wasn't going to lie...but he didn't want to sound like an asshole either.
"C'mon, Daryl," Carol whispered, leaning forward to lessen the space between them. Daryl gulped and forced himself to stop fidgeting and looked up at her nervously.
"I was just thinkin'..." he started slowly, "Does it...bother you that I can't keep my hands off you? I just wonder if I ever make you feel...cheap?"
Carol's eyes widened and Daryl dropped his eyes and his head in embarrassment, he ran a hand over his face and sighed heavily. That was it...she was going to think he was an ass.
"Daryl," Carol's voice was soft and he felt her fingers slip under his chin, lifting it to make him meet her eyes. "Where did you EVER get an idea like that?"
"Just...I can't even...everything you do just make me wanna..." he tried to put it into words without sounding vulgar, but it just wasn't working.
"Wanna what?" Carol pressed.
"Wanna..." he wracked his brains for something less...crude, but he finally gave up. "Fuck you!"
"Hey, what did I do?!" Carol jerked back, hurt flashing in her eyes.
It took Daryl a moment to register what that must have sounded like.
"No, no...I mean that's what I wanna do to ya!" he clarified desperately, "I can't look at ya hardly without wanting to jump ya!"
Carol burst out laughing and took his face between her hands and leaned in, pressing a kiss on the end of his nose. Well...that's different.
"Daryl Dixon!" she giggled, "You're ridiculous! That doesn't make me feel cheap at all, if anything it makes me feel...amazing! I've never had someone want me so bad...and I'm always surprised that you do!"
Daryl's eyes softened and he smiled, turning his head slightly to press a kiss to her wrist. She smiled back at him and released her hold on his face.
"Girl, how could I NOT want ya?" he whispered, locking his gaze with hers. "Yer...fuckin' beautiful for one thing, but yer smart and yer brave and yer wonderful. It ain't right that ya don't realize what I do about ya."
"Same goes for you," Carol stated firmly.
Daryl blushed and looked away, eyes focused on a haybale to his right side.
"I don't deserve ya," he said quietly.
"So what if you don't?" Carol stated firmly, Daryl looked back at her in surprise when she didn't flat out deny it. "You don't get to make that decision, it's MY choice and I decided you're damn well good enough for me. Stop putting yourself down and fuckin' kiss me!"
Daryl was taken by surprise at her use of "fuck", Carol wasn't a "fuck" kind of girl but he kind of liked the sound of that filthy word on her lips and the corner of his mouth lifted in a smirk.
"Alright, geez!" he joked as he leaned over to reach her mouth, she accommodated for his injury by climbing onto his hips and pulling him close by the material of his jacket. Daryl felt a spark jump from his lips to his crotch as soon as they connected and he unashamedly bucked into her slightly, ignoring the pain in his leg when he did. Their tongues began dancing that familiar tango and Daryl let her lead for quite a while before he gripped her by the hair and tilted her head back to begin his exploration of her neck. He felt her shudder under his lips and he smiled into her skin as he made a painfully slow trail from the hollow of her throat to the boney prominence behind her right ear, his tongue snaked out to trace the edge of her earlobe and he felt her fingers press into his chest as she sucked in a gasp. God, he loved those little sounds she made and, even more, he loved that HE was the one to make them come out of her.
"How long did Herschel say it would take for your leg to heal?" Carol whispered suddenly, Daryl didn't stop his nips and licks but mumbled the answer of "'bout another week" into the base of her neck as he began moving down to her chest.
Carol suddenly gripped him by the hair and pulled him back to meet her eyes.
"That's too damn long..." she moaned sadly, her hips moved back and forth purposely as she said it and Daryl had to close his eyes for a moment to regain his focus on what she was saying to him. "As soon as Herschel gives the ok, you better take me harder than you've ever dared before."
Those words hit Daryl like a wave of awesomeness and he claimed her mouth again, this time almost painfully as he bit down on her bottom lip and pulled it as he backed off, letting it go and then returning to delve his tongue forcefully into her mouth. He felt like he was losing his mind.
Carol suddenly pushed against his chest hard and he backed off to look at her questioningly. She giggled and pressed a finger to his lips, he looked guiltily at her bottom lip where he'd bit her because it looked a bit swollen...
"Not yet, crazy boy!" she said with a smile, "I said WHEN you're healed."
"Just...practicing..." Daryl replied lamely, he leaned back on his palms.
Carol's grin made him catch his breath for a moment and the next thing he knew her hands were sliding purposely down his chest, her eyes were locked on his and were filled with intention. Daryl gulped audibly as her fingers began tracing the line of hair leading into his pants and he let his eyes fall closed as he savored the sensation that seemed to branch out over his skin from her fingertips and pool deep inside.
"Look at me, Daryl," Carol's voice was stern and Daryl opened his eyes in surprise at her tone and found her only inches from his face, her green eyes bored into his. "Don't close them again."
She accentuated her words by undoing his belt and yanking it quickly out of the loops, the leather made a slick sound as it came off easily and she grinned down at him, her eyes glittering in the gathering darkness.
"Fuck me..." Daryl breathed in disbelief, more of a swear than a request.
"I intend to...as soon as possible," Carol's voice was teasing as she popped the button of his pants open and slid the zipper down without hesitation and Daryl swallowed hard as she slid her hand under the material tantalizingly slow. He kept his eyes locked with hers, afraid of what she would do if he looked away or let them drop closed like they so wanted to do.
It seemed to Daryl that a lifetime passed before her fingers finally wrapped around his length and he sucked a hissing breath in between his clenched teeth and let it out slowly in a low whistle as that white hot jolt of first connection shot through every single nerve ending he possessed. His eyelids fluttered closed for a brief second before he forced them open to meet her fierce gaze.
"Do you have a single, tiny doubt about how I feel about you?" he heard her whisper and he blinked rapidly as his brain tried to decipher the meaning of the seemingly pointless words, finally they clicked.
"Carol...no, I don't doubt it," he mumbled huskily, "I just don't always understand why you do."
Carol sighed heavily and growled a little and Daryl regretted his words immediately. Nice job, you idiot! Way to kill the moment!
"I'm sorry..." Daryl whispered apologetically, praying silently she would forget he'd said anything and move on.
"Daryl..." Carol seemed to be searching for the right words, but her grip on him didn't lesson...thankfully. "I know how you feel. It's hard for me to accept how much you love me too...neither of us have much experience with it, do we?"
Daryl had to agree with that logic...he wasn't even sure where the ability for him to love came from to be honest. He didn't realize he was capable of so much emotion until this woman came along and changed his entire world.
"No, I guess we don't," he agreed quietly, bringing his right hand up to cup her chin. He gave her a twitchy smile. "But...we're learnin'."
"Yes we are," Carol whispered softly, her fingers slid slowly up him and he bit down on his bottom lip to keep the moan he felt rise in his throat from coming out too loudly, he noticed Carol's mouth twitched in the corner and he suddenly felt self conscious about the noises that were threatening to issue from his mouth.
Carol seemed to notice his discomfort.
"You look nervous," she observed, "Daryl...come on, what's up?"
"I don't have a clue..." Daryl admitted.
Carol giggled and leaned forward to press a soft kiss to his cheek and then she unstraddled him, pulling the material of his cargos quickly, but carefully down his legs and tossed them to the side. She gently nudged his knees apart to make room to slide in between them. Her green gaze flitted back up to his face and Daryl felt his lips twitch into a small smile automatically as she smiled softly up at him. There was just something about the wicked contrast of her beautiful, sweet face and the very dirty deed she was about to do that created a deep boiling sensation in the lowest part of his insides and made his mind go fuzzy.
When Carols' tongue flicked out Daryl thought his brain was going to explode and his eyes closed automatically until he remembered he was suppose to keep them open. He blinked firmly once, twice and then looked up at the sky where the stars were just starting to pop out of the twilight as Carol's lips wrapped around him and slid slowly down as she took him in. Daryl fought his breathing into submission for a moment until he felt the pressure of her tongue and the roof of her mouth constrict around him and his lungs seemed to stop working along with all rational thought as his jaw dropped open and his eyes lost the fight to remain open. He let his head roll back as the pressure released and then returned just as quickly, not giving a flying fuck at how many sounds he let out at this point.
The familiar dull burn started to build up like a coiled spring inside him as Carol's mouth worked some sort of unholy magic around him and, as his mind sparked in and out, he was vaguely aware that he was panting heavily like some sort of heat stroked lion and he almost laughed until another jolt of unbelievable goodness shot through him and he let his upper half lay back completely and reached down to twist the fingers of his left hand in Carol's shaggy, graying hair while his right hand clutched the blankets in a death grip.
The best thing about this damn leg was that...there was no point in holding back because he knew this was all he was gonna get. This is why only moments later he felt that warm tightening in his balls and that tingly sensation along the entire length of him as the initial wave of what promised to be a very strong orgasm washed over him. He sucked in a quivering breath released it with a shuddering whimper before it crashed into him and every single thought and sense left him and all there was were the crushing waves pounded him repeatedly.
When they faded and his brain started getting back it's blood supply, he found Carol was already curled up on his chest, smiling.
"You swear a lot," she said simply, "That was a pretty long string of cussing there, Mr. Dixon."
"Sorry," Daryl muttered, not truly sorry at all, "Didn't even know I was."
"That good, huh?" Carol looked pleased as punch.
"Oh fuck yeah," Daryl breathed out quietly, "That was...exceptionally good."
Carol's grin would have given the Cheshire Cat a run for his money and Daryl felt like it was about to time to wipe that smirk of her face.
"Get off," he said firmly, locking eyes with her so she could see he wasn't joking. Her expression changed to one of confusion but she rolled off of him anyway. Daryl very carefully shifted onto his right side and then pushed himself up on his palms as he swung his right leg over her left, pinning her with his weight but not enough to hurt her at all.
"Daryl..." Carol looked unsure, "We can't, you know that Herschel..."
"Hush," Daryl covered her mouth with his to cut her off because his hands were still holding his weight, then he pulled back and looked down at her with a look that clearly said Shut up and let me explain. "I know my limits, ok? Don't worry, I ain't gonna overdo anything."
"Anythang?" Carol giggled under him, he rolled his eyes at her obvious butchering of his drawl.
"You ain't gonna be so cocky soon enough," he promised just before he pressed his lips to her collarbone, his left hand sliding up under her shirt. He then stopped and rolled back onto his right side to give her space to peel the top off and unhook her bra, she went the extra mile by shimmying out of her jeans to save him the trouble. Daryl's eyes raked unashamedly over her bare form and he smiled as he rolled back on top of her. His mouth started making a purposeful trail down her chest and stomach, his eyes locked on hers as he worked his way down.
Carol had told him once that she was amazed at the things he could do with his tongue and he grinned into her skin as he reached her hips, she hadn't seen nothin' yet! Something about that thought made him bite her hip firmly as he passed over the bone and she yelped slightly before he pressed a soft, soothing kiss to the red mark he'd left. She wasn't fooling him though, she loved it, she'd told him. He loved that about her, he never had to second guess himself because she fuckin' told him exactly what she liked! Every girl should do that...makes a guy feel like he's not a complete idiot when it comes to pleasin' his woman.
By the time all this had run though his mind he had reached his destination and he smiled at her from his spot between her thighs and pressed a kiss to the inside of her right one. She was staring down at him with dilated eyes and she was biting that damn lip again, hell if he didn't feel a twitch between his legs. So much for that recovery period...
Finally, he decided to stop the teasing and he flicked his tongue out experimentally against her. Her reaction was priceless, she jerked violently and let out a sharp little gasp as her eyes widened and Daryl was greatly encouraged by it. Throwing slow and easy to the wind, Daryl moved forward and clamped his lips down on that mysterious little nub that drove her absolutely insane and sucked hard, earning him a buck of her hips that only brought him closer to her so he grinned before sliding his tongue inside her, twisting it like some sort of freaking expert.
After a bit of this, Daryl's ears were filled with the sweet sounds of Carol's moans and squeaks that he absolutely loved. She had threaded her hands into his hair at one point and he felt the sting of her tugging on it so he growled into her as he raised his head slightly, looking up at her with a glare.
"Fuckin' hurts, Carol..." he reminded her. Yeah, truth be told he loved when she tugged his hair and would be fine if she did that all day long but, damn, the woman got t' downright pulling it and it lost the good feel and started getting painful.
"Sorry," Carol's response was breathy and quiet, but her grip relaxed and he went back to work. He wondered vaguely what she ate so much of to make her taste like she did...he'd heard once that whatever women ate a lot of effected their taste. But that though was cut short when Carol let out a particularly loud moan and he saw her stomach muscles twitch. He backed off and moved up her stomach to lean over her as he slipped two fingers inside her, wasting no time in teasing.
"Shit, Daryl!" Carol squealed as her hand slipped down to his neck, trying to pull him to her. He shook his head and pulled back, keeping his eyes locked on hers as he curled his fingers toward her bellybutton, watching the way her face twisted and her mouth opened slightly to suck in more air as her breathing quickened. Hell...it was almost as satisfying to just watch her going over the edge as it was to join her...almost.
It didn't take long for Carol to start bucking wildly against his hand, her choked voice begging him not to stop...like he had any intention of fuckin' stopping! He smiled at her as she started gasping his name quietly, then increasingly louder as she reached the edge. Finally, he felt her muscles clench on his fingers and spasm and he ducked his head to capture her lips to quiet the scream he knew was coming, Carol was a damn screamer...
Daryl pumped his fingers slowly until she ridden out the entirety of her release and then removed them slowly. She looked up at him with a dreamy expression and he winked at her as he sucked his fingers clean.
"You're gross," she giggled, smacking his hand away from his mouth.
"You taste like apples," Daryl replied with a grin.
Carol blushed, he wasn't sure how she could still blush after everything they'd done since they got together the first time but she did.
"Well...they're pretty abundant back on the farm," she reasoned, "I've been eating them all week. Can't seem to get enough of them, you know? I mean I'm not going to look a gift horse in the mouth..."
Daryl rolled his eyes as she went on and on about the apples she, Maggie, Beth and Jimmy had picked last week and let her have her say. She always got really nervously gabby after sex...
"Woman, hush yer mouth," he finally laughed, pressing his hand over her mouth.
He felt the wet warmth of her tongue slip over his palm and he pulled it away with a smile.
"You know somethin'?" he whispered as he rolled off to the side to look up at the stars, Carol scooted over and rested her head in the crook of his arm.
"Hmm?" she mumbled.
"I'm damn glad ya decided to get me outta the house."
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So...this was meant to be a filler chapter but...dang this was a fun write once I got over the writer's block! Shoot me some reviews my awesome readers!