Immediately picks up after the last chapter. I will address what happened between Daryl and Mary likely in the next chapter. I figured if I stepped back and went to that conversation I'd be hunted down instead of posting this one. I actually had it done the same time I posted the last chapter- it was actually a part of it. My husband came home though and I didn't have time to completely edit it so I broke it apart. He's watching baseball right now so I figured I'd edit and post real quick. Hope everyone has a great memorial weekend! Be safe!

He nodded and the sound of the lock clicking made her thighs pressed together. He looked back at her. That same dark wild look was in his eyes but the anger was gone. It'd changed. Something deep in his eyes had her breathing hitching as he moved towards her. He looked like he wanted to take a bite out of her. No devour her.

Backing towards the bed Carol made quick work of her clothes. Daryl looked like he'd rather tear them off her than deal with buttons. He licked his lips and tore his shirt over his head and his hands went straight to the thick leather belt holding his low slung jeans up. When the back of her thighs met the bed she fell backwards with him coming down immediately over top of her. He used her feet to hook them the rest of the way into the his jeans and push them off as he crawled up her body.

When he met her eyes she caught his jaw forcing him to meet her eyes. When he did Carol didn't hold back. She kissed him pouring every ounce of her emotion into it and gasped when he reciprocated. The feeling was overwhelming and her eyes prickled. Breaking apart and panting Carol blinked at the smile decorating his face.

"Mine." Carol's voice brook no argument.

Daryl dropped more over her. One of his hand slid down her thighs and caught behind her knee hoisting her knee up high around his body, spreading her. He shifted and she felt heat rush through her even more making her feel like she was going to melt right there. He was right at her entrance but not moving. The heat coming from him and the slight nudge the head of his cock kept giving to her clit was making her burn even more.

"Mine." Carol growled and caught his neck with her hand jerking him down to her. "Tell me Daryl."

He groaned and dropped the rest of his weight down the same time he thrust into her. Carol gasped and his forehead pressed into hers. He didn't look away as he rolled his hips. For all the dark heat that was there and anger she knew was simmering his movements were slow, calculated and the perfect counterpoint to her own.

"I'm yours as much as your are mine." His voice as rough and made shivers run over her body, her nipples pebbling and her core tighten. He groaned and slammed into her harder.

"Oh god." Carol moaned pushing her hips up into his more.

He buried his face into her throat and the brush of his rough stubble over her throat made her keen. His teeth traced a slow path the exact opposite of what his hips were doing. Picking up speed he pushed her other leg up high and braced both on his forearms. Carol wasn't sure what she was saying anymore as her eyes dropped watching their bodies come together. The slide of his over hers as he disappeared into her, where he felt like he was made for her. Hand sliding down her own body she moaned louder as she circled her clit.

"Fuck." Daryl's voice hoarse in her ear. "Fuck Carol."

He leaned back and Carol yelped when he suddenly flipped her. She looked over her shoulder when she landed on her stomach face down on the bed. Daryl was behind her and wasted no time in sinking back into her. Carol nodded and pushed back meeting his thrust. His hand clamped down over her at the juncture of her shoulder and neck as he pulled her hips up more. That was all it took to have Carol crying out as wave after wave of pleasure pierced every inch of her.

He wasn't far behind her and Carol caught his wrist pulling him down with her as her body gave out. He groaned into her shoulder as she panted. He was spent and trying to roll his weight off her but she wasn't ready for him to move. When she didn't release him he stopped trying to move off her but instead snaked his arms around her and rolled them both. Carol was suddenly on her back laying over his chest while he panted below her.

"Why the fuck did we wait so long to do that?" Daryl mumbled into her neck.

"Because we're stupid." Carol smiled tracing his forearm where it was locked over her breast. "And I don't think we could get away with it without Logan or Merle either hearing us or seeing us on the way here."

Daryl nodded against her and chuckled. He pinched her nipple and caused her to shift. The movement caused him to slide from her body and she mourned the loss. Rolling over on top of him she made no move to get off him. He looked up at her and she traced his lip and jaw with her fingers. She wasn't sure how long they stayed like that but the sun was set outside and faint moonlight was starting to leak into the room. His breathing was slow and relaxed but nowhere near sleep.

"If I see her grab you again I'll break her wrist." Carol shrugged. "Shit."

Daryl just arched a brow at her.

"They were right."

"Who?"

"Logan and Brian." Carol scowled. "They told me I was jealous and I denied it."

Daryl barked out a laugh and held her tighter. He set up and Carol was forced to move with him. Still not climbing off him she stayed in his lap. He leaned back bracing himself on his hands. Carol made no move to shield herself. Instead she shifted over his lap and smiled at him when she felt him jerk against her. Moving again she bit her lip to keep from smiling all the while sliding herself along his length but not moving to slide down it.

He didn't move to stop her but watched instead. His eyes were locked with hers. Carol leaned back much like him, bracing her hands against his legs and rolled her hips. He grunted at the sensation and Carol felt her body heat as he hardened against her. Rolling her hips again Carol's eyes widened when he suddenly pushed up into her. Not missing a beat she started to grind herself down into him as little shocks danced over her body as her clit drug along his groin.

He was breathing heavy and watching her closely. His eyes came up to hers and he set up completely. Her chest brushed his with each of her movements and the feeling was amazing. His hands dropped to her lower back and butt as he helped her movements. Carol leaned forward then catching his mouth. For all the control she had over the pace of their movements he took complete control of the kiss.

When they fell back to the bed in a spent heap Carol smiled tiredly. He shifted them both before dragging the duvet up over their bodies. His arm slung around her body as she curled into his. They fit together like matching puzzle pieces and it made the warmth in her chest expand till she wasn't sure that she could control it.

He caught her leg and pulled her closer to him while draping it over his waist. There wasn't a breath of space between them. Carol traced small patterns into his skin feeling his breathing slow finally. He was starting to drift off to sleep but her mind was racing. So much happened to today. It was like her world had finally started to right itself only to be flipped again almost shattering. Daryl caught it before it could quite crash to the ground to though and she felt safe in his arms. It was overwhelming and tears leaked out the sides of her eyes. She'd never had that before.

"I wish I'd found you years ago." Carol whispered, "I feel cheated."

Daryl's breath was still slow and deep. He shifted then and Carol wiped at her tears. When his breath ghosted over her hair she smiled.

"Cheated?" He mumbled tiredly.

Carol looked up sharply. She thought he'd been asleep. He stared down at her his eyes alert.

"I lost a lot of time I could have had before everything fell apart."

He nodded but shrugged, "I'm not going anywhere."

Carol smiled at that and leaned up. "If you do I'll follow."

"I have no doubt." He chuckled. "I've not been able to get rid of you since you stabbed me. Bossy thing that you are."

"You needed stitches! Far be it for me to try and help you. If that meant barging in on you then get over it."

He raised a brow. "Like I said."

Carol stretched slowly when she felt Daryl shift on the bed. Arching her back she rolled quickly to wrap around him before he could get up. The ache of long unused muscles felt delicious and had her body already heated. He grunted at the impact of her against his side but made no move to get away. He was still half asleep as the sun wasn't even up yet. Carol grinned and pushed herself up on her elbow looking down at him.

His hair was mussed up, his throat had a hickey, and his lips looked bruised. The rest of him looked completely at odds with such sexed up look. He looked like a little boy sleeping hard and without a care in the world. She wasn't sure when the last time he'd actually fell into a deep sleep was. Not on the road that was for sure. Maybe it was when she'd doped him up at the CDC. He'd been a mess then too but that was even different from this.

"Stop staring at me." Daryl mumbled.

Carol flushed but smiled and swung her leg up over his hips. Straddling him Carol leaned down over him not minding that her bare breast were pressing into his equally bare chest. The scratch of his chest hair against her nipples was almost too much at the moment but she ddin't pull away. Daryl's eyes cracked open and she grinned at him in the faint morning light.

"You're one of them." He sneered.

Carol raised a brow at him. "And what pray tell is one of them?"

Daryl gripped her hips hard before letting go seconds later and stretching them back and gripping the headboard. He groaned as he arched his back, stretching himself out and then relaxing. He didn't move to hold onto her again but instead crossed his arms behind his head and looked up at her. His eyes were dark, still so dark even after yesterday and lastnight. It had her pulse jumping in her throat and her heart thundering.

"A disgusting morning person." He said.

Carol blinked at him owlishly before throwing her head back and laughing. "You mean you the EARLIEST of us all to wake up ninety percent of the time hates mornings!"

Daryl nodded slowly but said nothing else. His eyes were starting to get that tired look again and he blinked at her slowly. That wouldn't do. Carol grinned and rolled her hips slowly along the length of his cock that was nestled against her. His eyes snapped back open and his breathing deepened. He still had morning wood and she just grinned at him.

"I think…." Carol pursed her lips. "I could persuade you to like mornings." Slow deliberate movements had his arms straining and tensing below his head but he still didn't move. His cock jerked against her slit but he just bit his lips. "Don't you agree?"

Daryl nodded at her just as slowly as her hips moved. He groaned when his cock caught at her entrance and his breathing hitched. Carol set up more and slid her hand between them, gripping him firmly she lined herself up with him and slid down his length slowly. His eyes were focused on where he was so deliciously sinking into her at. Carol moaned louder than she thought but just kept going. When he was seated in her hilt deep she stilled and smiled down at him.

He grit his teeth as she intentionally clenched her muslces against him. "Carol." He warned. When all she done was smile he pushed his hips up into her. "Move."

Heeding his warning Carol done just that. She knew they didn't have long before his brothers, mother, the girls, son and nephew were up. God forbid Mary come looking for him like Carol fucking knew she would. The thought had a malicious and slow smile spreading over her face but Daryl didn't say anything. He was just as lost as her and Carol could only hope that Mary really did try to come and find Daryl after their fight. With that in mind she really started move then.