AN: Well, it's a little long, but I hope you'll forgive me for that.

I'm not the same caliber smut queen as some of my fellow writers on here…I'm much more the fluffy variety…but I hope I did the honeymoon justice enough that you won't be too disappointed. I tried to make it as good as I could for you.

I hope you enjoy!

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Daryl wasn't really sure what was going on. He and Rick had gone to talk with the remaining four people to the new group they'd brought in, and they'd allowed them freedom into the prison, though the two men decided to stay in D block while the women wanted to move to C to be closer to the larger group. After he'd left there, he'd been outside, minding his own business, and smoking his cigarette when he'd been overtaken by Maggie who seemed a little too enthusiastic for a dull and somewhat cloudy day like the one they were having. She'd commanded that he stay out of the way until she found him and told him to go take a shower, but he was forbidden to near the bathroom or back to his cell until further notice.

He'd accepted, not really understanding what was happening, but not really caring either. He'd taken his crossbow and decided to go hunting, promising to stay in the area so that someone could find him easily enough when Maggie thought it appropriate for him to be clean.

Just beyond the fences, hunting, or at least pretending to hunt since much of the game was already in hiding because of the weather, Daryl felt relaxed. Things were a lot more complicated inside the fences right now than they were just in the woods.

Daryl hadn't seen Carol since she'd flown out of the cell that morning after demanding that he talk to Rick. He was sure that everything was fine with her, otherwise he would have heard something, but she had a way of vanishing sometimes, even a space so confined.

Daryl lit a cigarette and leaned back against a tree. All he could see around him was one Walker, and the thing hadn't even smelled him yet. He would normally go after it and kill it, but for the moment he decided he'd just keep an eye on it and wait for the nasty asshole to come sauntering over.

Realistically he wasn't hunting. He wasn't going to bring back a single thing, and he was fine with that. Maggie wanted him to disappear for some reason, and so he had disappeared. He was close enough to the fence line, just inside the wooded area, that he could easily see Tyreese walking the fences and clearing out Walkers with what looked to be a large pipe. Normally he did his rounds with Michonne, but the woman wasn't anywhere to be seen. Daryl figured she'd been pretty sick when the mold came through because she hadn't graced the prison with her presence since then.

Daryl stayed, leaning against his tree, glancing back and forth between the prison yard and his drooling dead companion, thankful for a moment for the escape.

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Carol peeked around the shower curtain at her audience. Maggie sat on the soggy shower benches with her feet drawn up, hugging her knees. Melodye leaned against the concrete wall and Alice sat tentatively perched on one of the sinks.

"You're all just going to stare at me?" She asked.

She had shaved, and even when she thought she was done shaving they'd demanded she hadn't been in the shower long enough so she'd shaved again. She was pretty sure that there were Olympic swimmers who had never been so hairless in their lifetimes. And now she was dressed in one of the apparently many sets of lingerie that Alice and Melodye had talked Maggie into letting her try out for the night.

"They're my clothes," Maggie said. "I stole them so I get to see them."

"I picked out the ones I thought were best," Melodye offered.

"And I just likes ta see the ladies in their underbritches," Alice drawled out in a fake accent. "Besides, that's the real reason I became a doctor. It was all so I could tell pretty women to take off their clothes without them throwing around nasty little words like 'restraining order'. So get out here and shake it for us, hot stuff!"

Carol realized she wasn't going to get out of this. She'd argued every reason she could think of not to come out of the shower and they'd shot every single reason down. They expected a fashion show, and she wasn't used to that sort of thing. She'd never even worn anything remotely like the lingerie they'd brought. Ed would have killed her just for thinking about it.

"It doesn't look good," Carol called from behind the curtain.

"We're going to judge that," Melodye said.

"I'm serious," Carol said. "I don't think this was meant to be worn when you're pregnant."

"Carol, as proud of it as you are, that baby bump is barely noticeable," Alice said. "You should have thought of that shit before you brought a baby on a honeymoon. Now we want to see some sexy, get the hell out here before I come in after you."

"She'll do it," Melodye called. "I swear she will."

Carol sighed. She wasn't getting out of this. She pulled the shower curtain back, covered her face with her hands and stepped forward. After the initial wave of hoots and whistles, she peeked through her hands.

"Turn!" Alice commanded.

"What?" Carol asked.

"Turn the fuck around," Alice said, illustrating a turning motion with her hand. "We want to see the whole package."

Carol turned awkwardly around. She wanted to cover herself, but she really wasn't sure what felt most exposed.

"Mine next," Alice said.

Apparently each of them had picked out what they thought was best from the pile. The one that Carol was currently on display in was Maggie's favorite. It was essentially a lace bikini in Carol's opinion. It was mint green and about the most uncomfortable thing that Carol had ever worn, and that was only partially owing to the fact that she'd have probably only felt slightly more exposed if she were naked.

Maggie got up from her spot, dug in a bag and came up with another number. She crossed over, handing it Carol and motioning for her to go back in her stall. Carol took it, sighing.

"You can pass me that one when you've got it off," Maggie said. "We'll make a decision when we're done."

Carol was out of the thing in a matter of minutes. It wasn't like there was much there to take off. She passed it through the curtain and examined the one that Alice had apparently picked out. It was a one piece number that was heavy black lace. Up both sides it was laced up with pink ribbon that tied at the bottom with bows.

"And don't you dare tell me that shit doesn't fit," Alice called suddenly. "Those ribbons aren't just for decoration, you can let it out a little to give the bean some breathing room."

Carol felt like the woman could read her mind. She slipped into the thing, feeling ridiculous. She loosened the sides and did her best to get the bows at the bottom to tie again.

"I don't want to come out in this one," she said. It covered far more than what Maggie had chosen, but for whatever reason she felt even more ridiculous in this one than she had the first.

"You have to," Maggie said. "That's the deal."

Carol sighed and pulled the curtain open. She walked out, standing there, feeling the heat rising in her face.

"See, that one's nice," Alice said. "It's not slutty. It's sexy and it's feminine."

"I think mine was better," Maggie offered.

"You might have," Alice said, "but you wouldn't take it off with your teeth so you wouldn't be thinking about things clearly."

Melodye smacked Alice and Carol laughed.

"I like that one better too, actually," Melodye said. "You look more comfortable in it. Are you?"

"No," Carol said. "I'm not comfortable in either of them."

"Do a little dance for us," Alice said. "You know, just a little shaky shaky…"

Melodye smacked her again and she slid off the sink, laughing.

"She's giving you hell because she wouldn't do that shit either," Melodye said.

"I'm lucky," Alice said. "Mel likes me for my stellar personality. She liked me back when I had pimples, braces, and no boobs at all…" She walked over and circled around Carol. "Seriously, though, this looks good." She pushed Carol's shoulder a little and Carol froze, unsure of what she was supposed to do. Alice laughed at her. "Are you this stiff all the time or is it just the lingerie?"

"I'm not used to this," Carol said.

"Try the babydoll, then," Melodye said. "It's a little looser and it might make you more comfortable."

"Mine has accessories, though," Alice said. "Extra treat for that one time effect."

"But if she won't inhale or exhale while she's wearing it then it's not going to work anyway," Melodye said. "We're going for sexy yet…alive."

"OK," Maggie said, pulling another out of the bag. "Try this one on, last one."

Carol took the garment reluctantly and slipped back into the stall. She passed the one she was wearing out to Maggie and looked at the new torture device. It wasn't as bad. It still wasn't something she really wanted to put on, but it did look a little more inviting than the other two. It was two pieces. She stepped into the underwear first. They were dark blue and silky instead of being the uncomfortable lace. She slipped the top of the ensemble off. It was black lace and the same dark blue silk.

"Better?" Melodye called.

"A little bit," Carol responded. She had no idea what Daryl's reaction to any of these things might be. He was probably going to think she looked totally ridiculous and he'd be right. It was fine that Maggie had them, they were made for people like her. Carol's cheeks ran hot again. She could almost hear Ed's voice taunting her. It was like putting a fresh coat of paint on a broken down car. It just didn't make any sense to be doing this.

"Are you coming out?" Maggie called after a minute.

Carol shook her head. She tried to hold back the tears that wanted to come out. Suddenly she started to feel claustrophobic about the tiny bathroom stall, but she didn't want to come out of it either.

"Hey," Melodye called. "Are you alright in there?"

Carol waited, trying to get control of herself.

"I changed my mind," Carol said. "I'm not doing this."

"Carol," Melodye called back, "come on out. We won't tease you. I promise. We'll just pick the one that's best and you don't have to try anymore on."

Carol pulled the curtain open and came out wiping at her eyes.

"OK," she said, "I'm done now."

Melodye came over, wrapping her arms around her.

"Actually, I think you are done," Maggie said. "I like that one the best."

"Me too, actually," Alice said.

"Alright," Melodye said. "You two losers get out of here. We're going to finish up here. You two get the rest of everything set up. I think Carol and I may need to have a little chat."

Carol didn't respond, but she did notice that Alice and Maggie gathered everything up and slipped out of the bathroom leaving her with Melodye.

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Daryl didn't know what to expect when Maggie told him to shower and get dressed up for his honeymoon. Carol was either missing or they had her hid somewhere because he hadn't seen her anywhere. He wasn't exactly sure what Maggie meant by get dressed up. He didn't get dressed up…ever…and he didn't know what he was supposed to wear to honeymoon. As far as he knew all that was supposed to mean was the he was going to spend the night with Carol, but she wasn't in the cell.

Finally he'd showered and put on clean clothes and presented himself outside the cell where Maggie was waiting with Glenn nearby. Glenn was smirking and Daryl was sure the kid knew something that he didn't know.

"What's goin' on anyway?" Daryl asked.

"Are you ready?" Maggie asked him.

"For what?" Daryl asked. "Ya ain't told me what the hell I'm s'posed ta be ready for."

"Your honeymoon," Maggie responded, grinning.

Daryl shot a look at Glenn who was grinning at him. He narrowed his eyes at him.

"Fuck, I guess so," Daryl said. "Where's Carol? Ain't she s'posed ta be with me?"

"She's already there, silly," Maggie said. "She got the VIP treatment already. You're the slowpoke."

Daryl huffed and rolled his eyes. Maggie started through the prison and he followed behind her. He kept shooting looks over his shoulder at Glenn who was following him. He wasn't sure if they were supposed to have an audience or what.

Maggie led him through D block, all the way to some offices they'd cleared out. He saw Alice and Melodye slip out of one of the offices.

"All set?" Maggie asked them.

"All set," Melodye said.

"Then this is where we leave you," Maggie said. "Go right through that door."

Daryl looked at all of them. Everyone was grinning. He was beginning to feel like this was some kind of really bad trick and he was about to fall for it.

"Go on, get in there," Melodye urged. "We'll see you two in the morning."

Melodye started forward, then, urging everyone else to go with her, leaving Daryl standing there, watching them all walking off. The women were giggling and Glenn was just sauntering behind them like he was just along for the ride.

Daryl turned and faced the door to the office. It looked mostly dark inside and he couldn't imagine that Carol was just sitting in there waiting on him, but apparently she was. He suddenly got nervous.

He sighed, though, and started toward the door. If she was in there alone, she'd probably get anxious if he didn't go in soon. When he opened the door, he was surprised. All the desks and things that had been in the room were shoved against the far wall and the room was empty except for two mattresses stacked on top of one another and one desk that had food and candles on it.

Carol was sitting across the room, far outside of the candlelight, and the only reason Daryl even knew she was there was because he was expecting her to be there.

"What the hell is all this?" He asked.

"Alice and Mel set it up," Carol said. "It's our honeymoon."

Daryl walked into the room and closed the door. Carol didn't move and he wasn't really sure what he was supposed to be doing.

"Ya stayin' over there?" He asked. "Or am I s'posed ta come over there too?"

Carol got up from the chair she was in, but she hesitated a few minutes.

"It's too damn dark in here," Daryl said. He started to look around for more candles or a lantern or something. He felt like he could hardly see a thing and it was bothering him.

"It's supposed to be dark," Carol said. "It makes it more romantic."

"How fuckin' romantic is it ta feel like ya blind?" Daryl asked. "I can't even see ya."

"You'll see me," Carol said. "But before you do, you have to promise that you're not going to laugh."

Daryl was confused. He wasn't really sure what was happening that he was supposed to be laughing.

"Why am I gonna laugh?" He asked.

"Sit down," Carol said. Daryl looked around, but most of the chairs were piled up.

"There's a chair in that corner over there," Carol said. "Drag it over and sit down."

Daryl sighed to himself. He didn't understand a damn thing about all this, but if it made her happy, he'd drag the chair over and sit. He got close enough to the table so that he could at least see his own surroundings in the flickering candlelight.

"You're not going to laugh?" Carol asked again.

"I don't think so," Daryl said, "unless ya gonna do somethin' that's gonna make me laugh…"

Carol came around the back of the table then and started toward him. As she got closer, Daryl couldn't believe what he saw. He wasn't exactly sure why he'd laugh, but he almost couldn't breathe. He tried to take in everything about her in the candlelight.

She was wearing a silky type of top that dipped down and hugged her breasts, pushing them up, and then from right in the middle of her breasts there was a split that opened down the rest of the top. She wasn't wearing anything else except for a pair of panties that were made out of the same dark material. Daryl's eyes trailed all the way down her to the floor where she was standing, barefoot.

Daryl wasn't sure what he was supposed to say or do, but she stepped forward, almost straddling one of his legs. He was surprised when he looked up and his eyes met hers. She looked almost like she was scared of him or like she was on the verge of breaking into tears and he had no idea why she would cry.

"What's wrong with ya?" He asked, noticing her chin start to quiver, a telltale sign that she would cry soon enough if whatever was wrong wasn't fixed quickly.

"Is it terrible?" She asked.

"Is what terrible?" Daryl asked.

"This," Carol said. "They made me wear it."

Daryl was sure now that he didn't understand Carol at all.

"I like it," he said. He suddenly wondered, though, if he was supposed to like it. She didn't look like she liked it very much. "Ya don't like it?"

Carol walked away from him then, pacing around the table. Daryl felt like there was a right answer to this, but he didn't feel like he knew it. He wished he had that damn notebook with him to see if there might be some kind of letter about this kind of thing in there.

"It's ridiculous," Carol said. "I'm too old to be wearing this…and I'm too fat." She went back to the chair in the dark corner that she'd been sitting in and Daryl lost sight of her in the darkness. He picked up one of the candles and carried it with him, at least hoping to shine some light on that corner of the room. He crossed over there and rested the candle on the edge of the table so that it least lit the corner up a little.

"Ain't ridiculous," he said. "An' ya ain't too damn old ta be wearin' it an' ya ain't fat," Daryl said. "I think ya look real pretty in it." He reached his hands out and took her hands that were resting in her lap. He pulled her up and she wrapped her arms around him.

"You don't have to say that, Daryl," she said, resting her face against his chest. He couldn't understand why it was that she apparently couldn't see what he saw, but it was clear that she didn't. He wanted her too, though. "Come here," he said, pulling away from her and picking the candle up. He went around the table and put the candle back where it was before.

"What is it?" She asked, not moving from her spot in the dark again.

"Come here," Daryl said with a little more force behind his words than before. She reluctantly came toward him and he put his hand out, pushing against her back a little. "Sit down," he said, pointing toward the bed that they'd made up. Carol sighed and sat down. He came over and sat down next to her. He took off his shirt and tossed it on the floor. He leaned in, kissing her. She kissed him back. When they pulled apart, he kissed her neck, placing soft kisses on her collarbone and trailing down to the swell of her breasts, just above where the garment that seemed to bother her so much rested. He pulled back a moment, taking a second to take in what she looked like in the garment. She didn't like it, though, and he wasn't going to make her keep it on if it made her uncomfortable. "Help me get this off," he said, tugging at hit.

Carol reached down and caught the bottom of the silky top, pulling it over her head. Her breasts spilled free from it and Daryl pushed her back a little on the mattress. He dipped his head, twirling his tongue in a circle around her nipple, and then he sucked her nipple. She moaned and pulled away from him a little. He sat back and looked at her. The expression she was wearing earlier was gone.

"Ya feelin' better?" He asked.

Carol nodded her head. He smiled. She had the sleepy look on her face that she got when she wanted to have sex with him, and he was happy to see it instead of the worried look she'd been wearing. Daryl leaned down, kissing her, and let his hands slide down her sides. He laughed into her mouth a little and broke loose from the kiss when she jerked at his hands trailing over a particularly ticklish spot just below her ribcage…the same spot the spider web of scars decorated.

"Why didn't'cha wanna wear the clothes?" Daryl asked, pinching the fabric of the panties that she was still wearing and rubbing it between his fingertips. She shivered a little at the touch combined with the chill in the room.

Carol sighed and reached up to him, trailing her fingers lazily around his chest and over the muscles of his arms.

"Those kinds of things," she said, "are made for younger women…pretty women…the kind of women that should be wearing them."

Daryl narrowed his eyes at her.

"Damn it, woman, those kinds a' things are made for women ta look sexy, an' ya looked sexy in it…ya look sexy now too," Daryl said, dipping his head again and kissing her neck, massaging her breasts in his hands. He wanted her, but he felt like this was supposed to be something special, something different, and right now not much was different except the fact that they were in some office in another part of the prison except their own bed. Daryl looked around the room in what he could see of the candlelight and he got an idea. "Ain't this s'posed ta be like the sexiest night we get together?" He asked.

Carol leaned up on her elbows then, looking at him like she didn't know how to answer him.

"It's technically supposed to be the first night we have sex together at all," Carol said. Daryl snickered.

"I reckon we fucked that one up," he said. Carol laughed at him.

"Most women aren't supposed to be pregnant on their honeymoons, so you're right, Daryl. We did it a little wrong," she said.

"Ain't wrong," Daryl said finally. "Just different. So we gonna do somethin' different."

Daryl had never done anything like this, but he wanted to do it and he knew other people did it. Carol looked at him like she was unsure, and he knew he was going to have to do something about the way she was looking at him or he was going to lose his nerve. He grabbed the end of one of the old blankets that was piled on the mattress and started tugging at it, until it finally ripped in his hands.

"What are you doing?" Carol asked.

"Shush, woman," Daryl said. "Ya said it was my honeymoon, didn't'cha?"

"Well, yeah…" Carol responded, watching him.

Daryl picked up the ripped part of the blanket and covered Carol's eyes with it. He tried to tie it around her, but she started to fight with him a little.

"Stop fightin' me, damn it," Daryl said. "I ain't gon' hurt ya."

"What are you doing?" She repeated, but she did stop fighting.

Daryl smiled. Once her eyes were covered it was a lot easier to ignore whatever facial expression she was making. It also made him feel better because she wasn't judging him quietly. He got up and her hands went out, touching him on the legs. His response was simply to toe off his shoes and shimmy out of his pants, realizing how cold it was in the office. He shivered a little.

"Ya cold?" He asked. Carol nodded, her hand resting against his leg.

"Well I'm 'bout ta warm ya up, but don't'cha take that damn thing off or I'm gonna fix ya hands too," he said.

Daryl left then and Carol started with a wave of questions from the mattress.

"Just sit there an' wait," Daryl said. "I ain't gone nowhere."

He moved the candles off of the table and put them to the side on the floor. If his plan worked out, he figured they might tip them over and he didn't exactly want to be naked and running from a fire. He came back and took Carol's hand, nearly lifting her off the mattress. She was reluctant at first, but finally she went with him. He wrapped his arm around her, trying to make her feel safe and let her know that she wasn't going to fall over anything. He wasn't going to let her get hurt, that wasn't his intention at all. He walked her over to the table and put one hand on one side of the table and one hand on the other. She turned like she was going to look at him over her shoulder and then sighed.

"What are you doing?" She repeated. Daryl snickered.

"Ya know, if ya don't stop askin' that I'm gonna do somethin' that's gonna earn that question," Daryl said. He kissed the back of her neck and her shoulder, letting his tongue draw a line between the two. She gasped a little and moved back against him. He reached out and put his hand over hers, pressing her fingers to the edge of the table again. Then he ran his arms under hers and squeezed her breasts, kissing the back of her neck again. He ran his hands down her, slipping one inside the panties she was wearing and stopping to rub at the nub that always seemed to get her attention and she gasped again, bucking into his hand.

"Ya 'bout ain't got no hair," Daryl said, smiling against her shoulder and continuing to rub her. She threw her head back, her face next to his, and he kissed the side of it.

"Their idea," she panted out.

"I like their damn ideas," Daryl said. He brought his hands around and slid the panties down. She stepped out of them. Then he slipped a hand down to her core, this time pushing one of his fingers inside of her and teasing her. She spread her legs, giving him more access. That was exactly what he was hoping would happen. "Spread ya legs some more," he said. She did, a little, and he slipped two fingers inside her, his other hand around her waist, holding her as she bucked into him. "Ya think ya can do this?" He asked, his hand going to ready himself now.

"Mmm hmmm…" she moaned out. Daryl entered her and for a moment they both adjusted themselves. Finally, he set the pace for both of them, his hands going around to pinch at her nipples. "Harder…" Carol said, bucking herself into him.

Daryl was caught off guard for a moment.

"What?" He asked, moving his hands down to her hips to jerk her harder against him. She made a mewling sound that he hadn't heard before and he almost lost his concentration for a second.

"Harder!" She repeated.

Daryl tried to comply with her wishes, surprised that she was spurring him on the way that she was. When she finally came he caught her hard around the hips, burying his fingers into her as he pulled her back the last few times and then he let himself join her. Exhausted, she leaned against the table and he leaned against her, only realizing after he came down from his high that he was crushing her into the old table. He backed off, still panting, but she didn't move for a moment longer.

"Ya OK?" He asked when he could finally speak. She was somewhat lying on the table, still gripping the edges.

"Mmm hmm," she moaned. She was panting as hard as he had been. "My knees are a little shaky," she said, snickering.

Daryl came over and pulled her up off the table, pulling her against him and kissing and sucking at her neck. She turned around, feeling him as she went and almost collapsed into him, moaning and nuzzling his chest with her face. He felt a swell of pride.

"Got'cha good, huh?" He asked, trying not to laugh.

"Sure did," she said.

Daryl guided her back to the mattress, easing her down. He left the blindfold on, deciding for the moment that he liked it. It gave her a confidence that she hadn't had since the whole escapade with the Governor.

Daryl lie next to her and put his head to her chest. She ran her fingers through his hair.

"Thank you," she said.

"Ain't no problem," Daryl said, grinning. She smiled at him.

"Can I take this off now?" She asked.

"No," Daryl said. "They got more stuff for us, an' I reckon ya play nicer when ya wearin' that thing."

Carol huffed at him, but he leaned up and nipped at her neck. She wasn't mad, not really. Daryl got up. He was hungry, but the food that was there wasn't exactly a nice steak dinner, which was what he'd really like to eat. They'd given them a large bowl of canned peaches and a bottle of chocolate syrup.

"We got dessert," he said, "but we ain't got no dinner."

In response he heard Carol's stomach growl. Her hand immediately went to it like she was embarrassed by the noise.

"Damn girl! That mean ya hungry?" Daryl said, picking up what they did have and making his way back to the mattress.

"I think the idea was that we'd eat before we came in here," Carol said. "I forgot about it."

"Yeah, well, I didn't know what the hell was goin' on," Daryl said, "but I'll sacrifice dinner for the night. Open ya mouth."

Carol opened her mouth and Daryl slipped one of the peach slices into it. She closed her lips around it, sucking the juice from his fingertips.

She groaned as she chewed the peach slice. Daryl smiled at her. He reasoned there was at least one can, if not two, of peach slices there. He reasoned, though, that he could go without a meal if he had to, but he remembered that Alice called the baby a parasite, and he figured Carol could split the peaches with the baby, even if it wasn't much of a meal. She seemed to like them at least. He took another slice and rubbed it across her lips and she opened her mouth, accepting it. He licked the sweet juice that ran down her chin.

Daryl opened the chocolate and squirted some of the sweet syrup on his tongue, he pulled her mouth to him in a kiss and flavors combined as their tongues battled. Carol moaned into his mouth and squirmed a little under where he was leaned against her.

"I don't think that's what they had in mind for the chocolate," she said, but it's good.

"What'cha reckon they had in mind for it?" Daryl asked, slipping another peach slice in her mouth. After she swallowed, she continued speaking.

"I think they thought we might…well…lick it off of each other," she said. Daryl smiled. He liked the idea. Without waiting for more, he offered her another piece of the peaches and squirted some of the chocolate on her nipples, sucking and licking it off of one and then the other. She moaned and bucked her hips in response.

"Gettin' all lathered up over some food, ain't'cha?" Daryl said, teasing and going to the other nipple.

"What about you?" She asked.

"What about me?" Daryl responded. He dribbled the chocolate on her stomach and licked and sucked it off. She responded with another moan and Daryl felt himself going hard again.

"If you let me take this off, I could lick it off of you," Carol said.

Daryl squirted the chocolate on the nub, lapping it off enthusiastically and holding her hips so that she couldn't involuntarily wiggle away from him. He grinned, realizing that she was gripping the sides of the mattress now.

"My honeymoon…my chocolate," Daryl said. Daryl went back to lapping at her and she bucked at him, crying out. He knew she'd come soon if he continued, and he wanted to be back inside her again. He moved, positioning himself. He didn't give her any warning as to what he was doing, but when he buried himself inside of her, she wrapped her legs around him and her hands dug deeper into the mattress. Daryl thrust a few times and then shifted a little, freeing one of his arms enough to slip the blindfold off her face. Her eyes were closed as he resettled his weight and thrust again. "Ain't gonna last," he said. "Open ya eyes, I wanna see ya."

Carol opened her eyes and kept them locked on him until she came. Daryl followed right after her. She was still panting when he rolled to the side and offered her another slice of the peaches.

"I can feed myself," she panted out.

"Ya could," Daryl said, kissing her jaw and then letting his tongue trail over to lick at the sticky sweetness on her chin, "but I ain't lettin' ya."

She turned her head, chewing a little, and smiled at him.

"This alright for a honeymoon?" He asked.

"I think it's about the best we could have," Carol said. Daryl leaned in and kissed her. She let him feed her another slice of the peach and she nuzzled into him for a minute as she chewed it, tangling her fingers with his. "I'm sticky now," she said, "from the chocolate."

Daryl grinned at her.

"We can't have that shit," Daryl said. "Dixons are a lotta things, but they don't run around sticky, an' ya a Dixon now."

Carol smiled.

"It's too late, I'm already sticky," she said.

"I reckon I'm just gonna have ta lick ya clean then," Daryl said. He leaned up and poured more of the chocolate onto her and she laughed at him.

"Well now that's going to take a while," she teased.

"Got all damn night," Daryl said.

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AN: There you go, I hope you enjoyed! Show me some love if you did!