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Daryl walked down the stairs and rubbed at his face. He'd slept longer than he wanted too. He always did when Carol was in the bed with him. Usually he woke up at the same time. His internal clock screaming at him that it was time to wake his ass up. Yet when she was there the fucker was quiet, making him late for work more than a few times. It was like his body decided on it's own that'd he would start waking up at her usual time. Which also had her NOT late for work.
He paused in the kitchen door way. His dad and Mac were playing poker. He looked out the bay window by the table and was greeted with the evening sun. He grunted a hello at them but otherwise said nothing. He was drinking water slowly watching the pair. They were quiet at the moment and that never boded well. Either someone was dead or he was going to get some smart ass shit said to him.
"Sleep good?" Will asked. Daryl glared but nodded. Will looked him over and seemed satisfied after a few minutes. "You still feeling like shit? You've been working too many hours. I think you should take a day or two off."
Daryl yawned despite how much he'd slept. He scrubbed at his face roughly. He finished his water at the same time Mac looked up. His eyes glowed and Daryl cringed. He felt his eye twitch and a fuzzy memory of Carol talking about going somewhere earlier but he wasn't sure what she'd been saying. It made him shift and try to sort his half awake memories out. He'd not really woke up until she'd started crawling over him and stripped her towel off. He'd definitely been awake for that but not really before.
"Where's Carol?" Mac questioned. "I've been waiting….hours for her."
Daryl held back his grimace at his brothers knowing look. Daryl suddenly felt the urge to hit him. His knuckles burned with the need but instead he just looked towards the stairs. Mac grinned at him but it left his face quickly when Will looked at him. Daryl smiled then. IF there was one thing Daryl got from his father was that you didn't disrespect women. Will wouldn't listen to Mac saying anything crude. He'd hit him. Especially over Carol. For some reason before Daryl even could tolerate her Will fucking adored her.
"You shut the fuck up before you even start." Will glowered. "Should we go see where Harley is?"
"Fuck no." Mac hissed. "She's finally stopped yelling at me and crying. Why the fuck she was crying was a mystery but she was holding a bottle and mumbling."
Will smiled faintly at him and shook his head. "I gotta head home. Mac how long are you staying or is she wanting to head home tonight?"
"I think she wants to get home. Something about her doctor and mom." Mac shivered and grimaced. "The fire breathing harpy is going to rant at me for knocking up her princess again."
Daryl chuckled and Mac glared at him. "Where's Merle?"
"Took Andrea home." Will answered offhandedly.
Mac disappeared looking for Harley and Daryl slumped into a chair. Will looked up at him as he shuffled the cards. Daryl ignored his look as he fought yawning again. He knew he looked like shit. He needed to shower and probably put some clean clothes on. Will smiled at him for a second before he shuffled again.
"Is she sleeping?"
Daryl nodded at him. "I forgot Andrea was even here. I actually don't remember her even being here."
"You've been tired." Will frowned. "Sorry bout that. I didn't think it'd get that busy while I was gone."
Daryl stretched and groaned when his back popped. He looked at the fridge and debated if there was anything to eat. Will seeming to read his mind shook his head.
"She wanted to go to the store earlier but never came back down." Will drummed his fingers. "I still think she shouldn't go out alone for a bit. I asked around and no one has seen an Ed or anyone else associated with her father."
Daryl sneered and Will mirrored it. "From what she's told me of Ed he-"
"She's not seen him in years." Will's voice was menacing. "He's a man that thinks something has been taken from him. Like a spoiled little boy on a playground bullying the other kids. He won't take it well that he didn't get her."
Daryl felt his blood pressure rising. His dad was telling the truth. It wasn't something he didn't know himself but it was different hearing it said aloud. It made him sick to his stomach at the way the man thought of Carol. She was more than just something be owned. A fierce protectiveness welled up in him. It had him seeing red. He released a slow breath. He didn't want to think about what he'd do to Ed if he ever hurt Carol. He knew that the man wouldn't survive it.
"Keep her close." Will stood up and met his son's eyes. "I got this feeling."
"I do too."
Daryl bit his lip and chewed at his roughly. His dad was staring at him but his mind was somewhere else. It was with the woman he'd left in his bed. Wrapped in his comforters and nothing more. He was the only man to ever touch her. But it was more than that. She'd picked him. Carol was beautiful. She was kind and despite the bad situation she'd found herself in he knew that she'd eventually got it situated if he hadn't intervened. He seen the way men looked at her. Daryl didn't think he was exactly a catch. He worked long hours, wasn't a people person, and had a bad temper. He was terrible with women and despite all that and her past she still picked him. It made his chest tighten around the warm feeling expanding there.
"Keep our girl safe, Daryl." Will's voice was quiet. "Call me if you need me."
Daryl looked up as his dad slid his coat on. "Are you and Travis heading up to the cabin tonight?"
"No, he finished the rest of that up today. Merle was there with him most of the day. Me and Mac hung around here while you slept the work week off and Carol was home."
Will was gone and it wasn't long before Harley waddled into the room. Her face was splotchy from crying. Daryl suddenly felt bad for Mac. Harley leaked, a lot. Mac seemed to handle and knew what to say but all Daryl ever did with crying women was panic. It made him anxious.
"WE're leaving." Harley was quiet. "I'll miss Carol." She hiccuped.
Daryl stared at her wide eyed. "Okay..."
Harley scoffed at his reply. "You will bring her to see me Daryl Dixon."
"Okay..."
Harley's face darkened. "Agree right this second."
Daryl's eyes widened at her threatening tone. "Are you this friendly to Mac?"
Harley smiled slowly. "They can't get me with spousal abuse if I don't marry his ass."
Daryl barked a laugh and both looked over to see a scowling Mac. He glared at Daryl but glared even more darker at Harley. "You say that like I'd marry your ass."
"Oh please." Harley chuckled. "If I said jump you'd say how high."
"I fucking hate you."
"Sure you do. Now have you finished with what I asked you to do?" Her voice was condescending.
He glared but sighed. "Yes."
"Good boy, now agree Daryl."
He leaned back balancing on his chair legs. "You know I'll be go to there I don't see why you're threatening me."
"Because I'm hormonal and the size of that damn table." Harley stared at him.
Daryl tried to not smile but nodded at her.
"Good. I knew you'd could listen. Now come on Mac. I already told my mom when to expect us."
He grimaced and followed her. "Fucking yay."
"Say that again and I'll make sure you'll never have kids again." Harley hissed.
"Threaten me again and I'll ask you to marry me in front of your parents." Mac shot back. "I'll even buy a fucking ring and get down on one knee."
"You better not." Harley stared at him wide eyed. "She'd never shut up!"
"Exactly." He pursed his lips and sucked in a breath. "Harley you have to marry him! He's the father of your child and you can't have a kid out of wedlock. What would Jesus and your grandmother think?" He mimicked in a shrill voice.
Daryl watched them argue all the way to the vehicle. Harley was pointing at Mac. HE seemed more amused than anything. They'd always confused him. Then too the foreplay was arguing for them. He shut the door with a sharp snap and walked back to the kitchen. HE considered looking for something to eat but remembered he needed to go to the store or just order something. Neither idea was appealing.
Instead he jogged up the steps. It the first time he'd been alone in his house with just Carol in what felt like months. Rock was knocked out at the top of the stairs and Catrick was on his side. Daryl shook his head and walked on down the hall. Stepping into his room he was greeted with Carol still sleeping.
His eyes ran over her hungrily. The blanket was pulled up to her stomach but that was it. She was on her back sprawled out with one hand clutching his pillow while the other cupped her own breast. He walked closer and pulled his shirt off. She had one leg out of the blanket and the blanket was barely covering her. He could easily see wasn't wearing panties. His hands were on his belt buckle and he slid it free and his jeans followed just as quickly. He crawled back into bed and Carol rolled into him the second the bed dipped.
Her warm body pressed into his chest and he sucked in a breath. Her breathing was deep and even. He closed his eyes and rolled to his side. He drug her in tighter against himself. Her leg slid between his own and he grunted at the pressure against his groin. Carol buried her face in his chest and he wrapped his arm around her. Her arm was tight around him while the other was between them.
He took a deep breath and was greeted with the smell of him all over her. The smell of his shower stuff and sex was thick on her skin and hair. A flair of male pride and possessiveness washed over him. He smiled into her hair as he pressed his face closer to her breathing in deeply again. Carol moaned softly and pressed into his chest more. Her hand tensed against his lower back and her nails bit slightly into him.
He laid there for a while, unsure how long, but long enough that the sun dipped lower in the sky. His own eyes starting to get heavy. He was just on the cusp of sleep when he felt her nails scoring his hip. He grunted at the sting and cracked an eye open. She was looking up at him from beneath her thick lashes and he swallowed.
If you'd told him that the women who threw a drink into his face and blacked his eyes would look at him the way Carol was right now all that time ago he'd call you a fucking liar. It still stunned him. When he first caught her eyes lingering on him those first few times he wasn't even sure she realized she was doing it. It was when she was lingering and then blushing when caught that had him watching her more closely. Of course he had no plans to do shit about it. He was sure she'd hit him if he'd even looked at her cross ways. So he'd kept his mouth shut. Of course you'd have to be fucking blind to not know she was fucking beautiful but that didn't mean he wanted to get a black eye again.
He'd fought against his attraction to her. He'd tried. Fuck did he try. Yet Carol just crushed every wall he'd put between them. She didn't ask and she took no prisoners. She'd had him coming around like a dog for scraps and it'd rubbed him the wrong way at first. It was part of the reason he wasn't able to be around her without fighting. Yet he'd fixed her car and went out of his fucking way for her, because it was her. He would have told any other girl to go fuck herself and he knew that. It was only Carol that had him acting like this.
"Are you wearing boxers?" Carol's voice was rough and husky from overuse.
He swallowed and fought the goofy smile that wanted to spread over his face. "Yes."
Carol pouted. Her bottom lip pushing out more than necessary. It was bruised. Her eyes were darker than usual and he watched the play of emotions on her face. He wanted to ask if she was okay. If she was sore or if he'd hurt her. She'd not said shit during the whole time they'd been having sex and he doubted she'd say shit now even if she was.
Carol looked down at where their hips were under the blanket. A scowl was on her face and she looked back up. "I remember you falling asleep naked."
"I did." Daryl snorted.
Carol's hand slid from the back of his hip and around. He felt her catch the waistband of his boxers. They snapped against his skin harshly when she pulled them out. He hissed through his teeth. She pushed then and he was flat on his back. Carol was still pressed into him but now pushing at his boxers. He got the hint and let her tear them down his legs.
Carol slid onto his lap easily. He felt his breathing picking up. He had more light now to admire her. He could also see faint bruising on her thighs and hips. He grimaced. He hadn't meant to be so rough with her. Carol followed his eyes and traced over the marks.
"Don't." Carol admonished. "You've never treated me like I was a little china doll, fragile. It's one of the things I love about you."
Daryl met her eyes and Carol lifted slightly and he sucked in a breath when she slid further up into his lap. Carol smiled and he watched a faint blush spread over her face and down her throat. His eyes followed it until it met her chest. He set up quickly and Carol met him. Her mouth was on his demanding and he groaned. If she loved that he didn't treat her like a fragile little doll then he loved that she'd never been scared of him.
Her hand was on his throat and jaw. She forced his head back and angled him the way she wanted. She was in the dominant position and he knew something about it stroke her ego. He growled when she rolled her hips over his erection. He smiled though when her breathing hitched as his cock caught against her clit.
"Shit." Daryl hissed through his teeth.
Carol rolled her hips more urgently. Daryl caught her steadying her and Carol whined. Her head was thrown back and he pushed his hips when she ground down into him. He sucked in a breath at the tightness that gripped. Carol moaned loudly and her hands clutched his shoulders tightly.
Carol wrapped her legs around his hips and pressed as close to him as she could. Daryl slowed his breathing willing himself to stay in control. Carol's arms were wrapping tightly around his neck and shoulders. Her breath hot against his skin and his name falling from her mouth softly.
He swallowed again and rested his head against her shoulder. Carol nudged him with her chin. When he met her eyes his control snapped. He rolled quickly and Carol's legs fell from him. Before she could react he flipped her and drug her to the edge of the bed. His feet hit the ground and he jerked her hips up and forced her to her knees. Carol keened low her throat and arched her back pressing back instinctively searching for him.
He gripped her hip roughly and lined himself back up with her. He took a second to appreciate the sight of her bent of with her ass in the air and her head turned sideways on the bed watching him with glazed over eyes. He slid his hand from her hip over her ass reverently. His fingers dipped between her thighs and smiled at how wet she was. She was dripping down her thighs and her legs were shaking. He'd barely touched her and she was a mess.
When he pushed two fingers into her teasingly Carol pushed back meeting him. He clenched his jaw. Her hands tightened on the blankets as she tightened her muscles around those two fingers. He wrapped his free hand around his cock and Carol blinked owlishly at him the same time he pulled his fingers away. She whined but it was quickly replaced with a low moan as he finally pushed into her.
Her eyes widened at the new position and how deep he was. He grit his teeth and gave her a second to adjust. When she opened her eyes again he pulled away and snapped his hips forward forcefully. He gripped her hip and thigh keep her at the edge of the bed and on her knees. Each thrust was jarring her forward and tearing noises from her that set his blood on fire.
Her mouth was hanging open and eyes glazed, slightly rolling. He leaned over her more. His hands coming down on each side of her. His weight pressed into her and Carol whined low in her throat approvingly. Everything with her was so new that it was a struggle to be easy and take his time. He would...he would but right now there was no hope.
When he felt everything her start to flutter around him he slowed his pace down but not the depth. Carol thrust back roughly into him meeting him. When the tension snapped in her body he had to support her hips or be dragged down with her. He braced them both. With a groan he followed her unable to make it through her climax. He stood straight again and slid his hand over her lower back watched as the sweat there shine slightly in the fading light from outside. When he stepped back that same male pride and possessiveness decided to read it's head again. He slid his hand to the meat of her ass and gripped her tightly. He pulled out of and watched as his cum slid down her thighs, marking her.
His breathing was ragged and he was starving even more now. He barely managed to roll to the side before hitting the bed. Carol rolled her head towards him and smile lazily. Stretching like a cat in the sun. He watched her while trying to get his breathing under control. Again if you'd told him that same girl who thought he was gay and also didn't mind to assault him would have liked getting fucked through his mattress he'd call you a fucking liar. Because he was sure he was going to wake up and find out this was some weird ass dream where he didn't get the girl.
Carol crawled more towards him as he leaned back into his pillows. She was sprawled over his chest. Her fingers tracing patterns.
"Sleep Daryl." She purred.
He didn't argue. Instead he ignored the need to eat or piss. He wrapped an arm around her and her laughter was soft and puffing against his throat. He ignored that he was getting his own semen on him because she was laying on top of him. He instead focused on the very real and very warm body that was there, focused on her. His arms tightened around her and he buried his face in her neck. It wasn't long before sleep was there dragging him under.
