~This was just a little something a few friends prompted me to try. I don't know if anyone will actually enjoy reading it but I hope a few of you will like it. This is just going to be a series of one shots. Mostly Caryl. I can take requests if you would like but I wont put either of them with anyone else as far as actual sex goes, regardless of how it may seem during certain parts of this little story. This one is an AU but not all of them will be. It's a little heavy on the smut but nothing disgusting. Thank you for giving it a shot! Read on!~
I do not own The Walking Dead!
~Threes Company~
Carol couldn't help but flinch a little bit. Ed was holding her hand in a very painful grip as he yanked open the door to the bar. They had been dating for exactly one month and she was beginning to realize that this was not going to work out. He was becoming a bit of a jerk and she was getting a little worried about his erratic behavior.
She hadn't heard anything from him in nearly a week due to an argument they had gotten into over the phone. He had demanded that she come to his house to see him but she had declined. She had already promised her mother that she would help out with a party that her mother had been planning for weeks. He had reacted badly, yelling at her and then hanging up on her. That wasn't the first time this had happened. He had been cruel to her on other occasions but she kept hoping that he would stop. They had so much fun at first. Now he mostly just scared her. But she had reluctantly agreed to come with him tonight. She thought that maybe he had already been drinking.
The bar was dimly lit and smelled heavily of stale beer and cigarette smoke. She had never been here before and wished she wasn't here now. It wasn't that she was some sort of prude because that wasn't the case at all. She simply wasn't used to places like this and as her eyes adjusted and she got a good look at some of the patrons she realized that she was most definitely not used to people like this. Ed had never struck her as the type of man that would enjoy a place like this. He was suppose to be a good man from an upper middle class family. The people in this bar looked scary to her. Men in leather jackets and women in barely there clothing were scattered about the large room.
She felt horribly out of place in her knee length white dress and simple sandals as Ed dragged her towards a table close to the jukebox. Her dark hair was pulled back from her face by a headband and barely fell to her shoulders. She glanced around, feeling even more self conscious when she realized that most of the women here had long blond hair. What was this place and why would he bring her here? She wanted to jerk her hand out of his grip and run out of this place but instead she sat down and glanced around with wide eyes. Ed let go of her hand and she rubbed it absently as she watched the people around her.
"You want a beer or somethin'?" He asked as he openly eyed one lady that was wearing a shirt cut so short that most of her breasts were exposed.
She shook her head and felt like crying when she realized how stupid she had been to let him talk her into this. After the way he had acted towards her on their last few dates she should have known better. He was obviously growing tired of her already and it hurt to think that two weeks ago she had let him talk her into having sex with him. She felt dirty for it now. She had never been with anyone before that and had only given in to him because he seemed so sincere when he told her that he really cared about her. It was just her luck that in church, sitting right next to her mother and father, their Pastor had started lecturing on sins of the flesh. As her parents nodded along she had shrank in her seat.
The whole experience had been miserable anyway. It hadn't been worth the guilt that she had felt after it was over. She had refused to do it again and he had been furious.
"What are you gonna do then? You just gonna sit there like your better than all these people and watch me drink?" He sneered, causing her to shrink back from him.
"Ed, I'm only nineteen. I shouldn't even be in here. They wont serve me alcohol." She said quietly causing him to glower at her. She was starting to feel afraid. He was acting more aggressive than he had ever acted before.
"I don't even know why I brought you here." he muttered as he looked at that same woman he had been looking at before.
She was usually a very calm person but she was getting angry. He didn't seem to be happy at all that he was here with her and she most definitely did not want to be in a place like this. She was about to stand up when he grabbed her wrists and forced her to settle back in her seat. He was hurting her as he glared into her eyes.
"You keep your ass right in that seat until I tell you otherwise, do you understand me?" He said in a voice so low only she could hear.
She winced at the grip that he had on her wrist but nodded. He let her wrist go and then looked up. He smiled widely at the waitress who winked at him and smiled back.
"What can I get for you, Ed?" She asked as she ignored Carol completely and leaned in on her arms so her cleavage was more visible.
"How about the usual?" He asked, still smiling.
She winked. "Sorry, sweetheart. I'm still on the clock. Ya want a drink instead?"
Carol felt sick to her stomach. How could she have fallen for his lies? Now she just had to sit here and watch as he made her look like an idiot in front of this woman. A woman that he seemed to know on a very personal level.
"Can't take a short break?" He asked the woman.
She glanced around for a few seconds and then nodded. She was still acting as though Carol were invisible. "I think I might be able to swing that. Give me five minutes."
He watched her walk away and then his cold eyes turned to Carol. "I'll be back. You don't move from this seat."
She swallowed hard. She had never seen that look in his eye before but it scared her. She nodded mutely so he hurried out of his seat and was heading towards the back of the bar. She had to blink away tears. She didn't think she had ever felt so stupid and betrayed in all her life. She considered leaving but from the way he was looking at her she thought he may come after her. It was dark and she was not very familiar with this part of town. What she did know of it, she was too afraid to walk the streets at night, completely alone.
She blinked back tears. The last thing she needed to do was get caught crying in this disgusting place. She was staring down at her hands when she felt eyes on her. She glanced up and her breath nearly caught in her throat when she saw a boy that looked to be around her age sitting a few tables away. When her eyes met his he looked away quickly, back towards the man that he was sitting with. She couldn't see the man's face since his back was to her. All she could see, other than the back of his head, was a leather vest and large sculpted arms.
She looked back down, feeling rather silly for the flush that she could feel coloring her cheeks. She glanced up once more and the boy was looking at her again, his blue eyes skittering away once more. He was beautiful. That was the only word that she could think of to describe him. She kept on studying his face while his attention was on the man across from him. When his gaze flashed back to her she was the one looking away, flushing even more at having been caught staring.
She silently wished that she had ordered herself a beer from the tramp that Ed was surely with right now. She had never drank before but she had also never been treated so badly by someone that she thought cared for her, at least a little bit, and she had never been in a place like this before.
She kept her head down but decided it wouldn't hurt to take one more peek at him. She raised her eyes, they met his again but this time he held hers. She couldn't look away. The corner of his mouth turned up slightly and then her view was obstructed by a blond waitress who leaned down, just like the girl Ed had ran off with, and sat two shots on the table. When the woman stepped away the boy was still looking right at her until he picked up the shot glass and turned it up.
All of a sudden the man across from him glanced over his shoulder and looked right at her. He grinned as his eyes raked over her. He was older than her by at least a few years. He may have been Ed's age. He was also extremely attractive, but in a much more rugged way than the boy. She felt ridiculous. Surely they were only looking at her because she was painfully out of place and didn't hold a candle to any of the other scantily clad women in the room. And she was sure that these two could have any one of them that they chose.
He turned back to face the boy, who was now wearing a frown and shaking his head. They were too far away for her to hear anything they were saying but, despite the boys obvious objections, the man stood up. He was tall and broad and smiling wickedly as he approached her table. With a shake of his head the boy followed after him.
Carol knew that her eyes had to have been terribly wide as she watched them. They stopped in front of the table, the mans eyebrows raised up a notch.
"Mind if we sit down?" He asked in a slow drawl.
She was about to tell them that she most certainly did mind. She was about to tell them that she was waiting on her boyfriend to return. "I don't mind." She said instead, in a voice so quiet that she was half surprised either of them had even heard her at all.
The boy, despite being the one that had kept staring at her, seemed as though he didn't want to be there at all but he pulled out a chair and sat down anyway, catching her eye briefly once more. He looked more curious than anything.
"You got a name, darlin'?" the man asked after a quick look at the boy.
She nodded. "Carol."
He studied her for a long moment, her eyes shifting between the two of them. "I'm Merle. Merle Dixon." He nodded towards the boy. "This is Daryl."
She took a deep calming breath, unsure why these two guys were talking to her. "It's nice to meet you." She said as politely as she could. She was getting nervous because if Ed came out and saw her talking to these men there would be hell to pay.
"I gotta ask. What the hell is a girl like you doin' in this dump?" Merle was giving her that same curious look that Daryl was giving her.
Of course that was why they were talking to her. Well, it was why Merle was talking to her. Daryl wasn't saying anything at all. She was just a curiosity to them. She should have realized that there was no genuine interest in her. She hadn't realized that she had actually wanted them to be interested in her in the first place. This thought startled her a little. She cleared her throat and looked down at her hands. "I came here with someone."
"Mind if I ask who?" Merle asked.
"Ed. Ed Peletier." She mumbled and then finally looked up to meet his eyes.
Suddenly Daryl's hand shot out and took hers, startling her into immobility. She wasn't sure what he was doing, not speaking a word to her and then grabbing her hand like that but she realized too late what he was looking at. There were angry red marks where Ed had gripped her wrists earlier. He brought her hand close to his face, so close that she could feel his breath caress her open palm. His face turned hard and he dropped her hand.
"So you're her." He muttered as he looked away. He almost looked embarrassed.
Merle was staring at the marks on her wrist now with an angry set to his lips.
"What do you mean by that?" She asked, feeling a frown forming between her brows.
Merle settled back in his seat. "You're Ed's latest conquest, sweetheart."
Daryl saw her confused expression and decided he would be the one to elaborate. "Ed likes to go after the young ones. Good girls, like you. Then he cons them into lettin' him fuck'em. Then he moves on."
"Goddamn, little brother. Ya coulda broke it to her a little easier than that." Merle rolled his eyes and then chewed on the inside of his lip.
Carol couldn't believe what Daryl had just said to her. She felt sick to her stomach once more. Surely these men were lying. She wasn't stupid enough to fall for something like that. Not her. She was a smart girl and she wouldn't have fallen for it. But then she remembered how much Ed had changed since she had let him talk her into sleeping with him. He was cold and distant and sometimes, like tonight, even cruel to her. He was nothing like he had been when she had first met him. She felt her eyes fill with tears and tried desperately to blink them back.
"Hey now. None of that." Merle reached out and brushed the very tips of his fingers across her cheekbone. "I'll be right back." he said and then he was out of his chair and walking towards the bar, leaving her alone with Daryl.
He kept looking at the marks on her wrist so she moved her hands to her lap. She wouldn't cry. Well, she most certainly would cry, but she would wait until she was home and in her room. Then she would cry.
"Are you even old enough to be in here?" He asked suddenly, catching her off guard.
She looked around to see if anyone was in hearing range and then shook her head slightly. "Are you?" She asked. He certainly didn't look old enough to be here.
His lips twitched and he answered her with a slow shake of his head.
"I didn't think so." She said as she stared at the tabletop.
"That all he's done to ya?" Daryl asked, nodding towards her lap where her hands were clenched.
She looked at her wrist and then back up to his eyes. "Yes."
"You're lucky then. Ya best stay away from him before he hurts ya bad. He's done shit like that before. Comes in here braggin' all the time, least that's what Merle tells me."
She took another deep breath to try to calm herself and then decided to change the subject. She already guessed that he was capable of hurting someone but she had ignored it. She hadn't wanted to believe it. She had wanted to believe that he cared about her. "So you come here often?"
That crooked smile lightened his face briefly. "I live here."
She was really frowning now. "You live in a bar?" She asked as disbelief saturated her words.
He raised his eyes to the ceiling. "We got an apartment upstairs."
"Oh." She said, that made a lot more sense.
Merle returned, somehow cupping six shots in his large hands. A waitress followed him holding a pitcher of beer. He sat the shots down in the center of the small round table and flashed the waitress a smile as she sat the pitcher down next to them. He scooted two shots in front of her and then two in front of Daryl.
"Drink up kids. This shit ain't cheap." He inclined his head towards the shots in front of them. "Chop chop goddamn it." he sat down and downed his own quickly.
"I've never drank before." She mumbled, her embarrassment was clear in her voice, even she could hear it.
Merle just stared at her like she had grown a third eye or something. "You might as well drink'em." Daryl said as he picked up one of his own shots. "Either that or leave cause he ain't gonna shut up till ya do."
Merle nodded. "It's true. Besides, we gotta celebrate." he grabbed the three mugs that were sitting next to the pitcher and filled all of them.
"Celebrating?" Carol asked, still not touching either of her own shots.
"My baby brother here is finally legal." He grinned at Daryl who shifted uncomfortably in his seat.
"I thought you weren't old enough to even be here." Carol asked in voice too low for anyone else to hear.
Merle laughed, a bit too loudly, several people turned to look towards the three of them. "He ain't." he winked. "But he's at least old enough to buy lottery tickets now."
Daryl just frowned and then downed a drink. He made a face and then slammed the glass down on the table.
"And we're celebratin' new friends. That's always good, right?" Merle held up the mug of beer.
She looked from Merle back to Daryl and then squared her shoulders. "You're right. I got dragged in here by a complete jerk and was left alone. You two at least saved me from looking like an idiot all this time." She held up the small glass and then mimicked what Daryl had done. And then she nearly spit it out. She coughed and sputtered something awful as the amber liquid set fire to her insides.
Merle actually looked worried for a second but eventually he just chuckled. "First time's always the hardest, darlin'."
Her eyes were watering by the time she was able to catch her breath again. She picked up the other shot, figuring that she may as well get it over with. She held it up and looked at Daryl. "Happy Birthday, Daryl Dixon." He smirked and then touched his own shot glass to hers. They both swallowed back the whiskey.
Merle had been right. It hadn't been as bad as the first. She felt the warmth in her stomach spread throughout her body. She wondered if that was normal. She did make a face that both men found to be quite hilarious. Merle scooted the mug of beer towards her.
"Should I maybe slow down?" She asked as she looked at the mug. She felt a little light headed.
Merle shrugged. "If ya want."
"Wont we get in trouble? Me and him, I mean?" She gestured towards Daryl with her head. She was starting to feel much better.
"You really ain't never been to a place like this have ya?" Merle asked as he took several long gulps of his beer.
Shaking her head she took a tentative sip and realized that it wasn't too bad. It was nothing like the bitter burning drinks she had tried first. The beer soothed the burn. She took a larger sip.
"What the hells goin' on here?"
Carol jumped in her seat, sloshing beer onto the table. Ed was towering over her glaring down.
"You might wanna take a step back from the girl Ed. Unless ya just wanna get your ass kicked by me again." Merle said with a calm look on his face.
Carol wasn't used to confrontation. The thought of violence made her uneasy since she grew up in a home with parents that never even raised their voices. She had been too sheltered. But when she glanced at Daryl and saw him watching Ed with a strange gleam in his eye, like he was hoping Ed would give him a reason to hurt him, nervousness wasn't her first reaction. She felt excited and it filled her with confusion and something else that she couldn't even name.
"She came here with me, Dixon. And now we're leavin'." Ed said angrily.
"She can leave if she wants but it ain't gonna be with you." Merle stated flatly.
She looked up at Ed and shrank away at the rage in his face. She unconsciously moved closer to Daryl who hadn't taken his eyes off of the enraged Ed once, until now. He shifted his eyes until they met hers and then they flicked down to the marks on her wrists.
With one last hard look Ed turned and then stormed off. She couldn't believe that he was just going to walk away without saying anything to her.
"I'm an idiot." She mused as she watched him storm out the door. She hadn't meant to say that out loud. She had thought it in her head and then it had slipped out. She took a few gulps of beer ad was a little surprised to see that her mug was empty. She must have been drinking it without realizing it.
"You ain't an idiot." Daryl said sullenly. "You just don't know trouble when ya see it." He looked at Merle as Merle topped off Carol's mug.
"Three more, Janet." Merle called out to one of the waitresses that were walking by.
"Sure thing, Merle." She called back over her shoulder.
Carol was beginning to feel pretty giddy. Here she was sitting in a bar. An actual bar. Drinking alcohol with two men that looked like them. And they seemed to like her. Well, Merle seemed to like her anyway. Daryl was mostly just very quiet. She wondered if this was his first time here also. "Have you been here before?" She asked, once again saying exactly what she was thinking.
"Merle dragged me down here." his voice was a little slurred.
She forced herself to look at Merle. "What did you drag him down here for?" She asked as the waitress sat three more shots down in front of them. Without hesitation Carol drank hers, making a face once more but not coughing and sputtering. She was proud of that.
"Because he's always up there and I'm always down here. Can't leave him up there on his Birthday, it ain't right. And I had plans. I was gonna try to get him laid. He's a picky little mother fucker though."
Carol felt like she should be offended by Merle's brash statement but she felt herself finding it rather funny so she laughed. This was absolutely fun. She never thought she would have such a fun time in a place like this but she was.
"You ain't gotta be picky to not wanna fuck one of these women." Daryl argued.
"I've fucked'em all. Nothin' too wrong with any of them." Merle grinned at her as she laughed once more.
Carol was feeling warm. Not just her skin but she felt warm inside. All this alcohol was making her hot. "Are you two hot?" She asked as she fanned her face with her hand. "It's burning up in here."
Merle and Daryl looked at her and then each other before laughing. Daryl pulled her mug out of her hands and then took a long drink. "I think you're drunk. You should slow down."
Merle slid his full mug towards her. "Boy, she's had a bad night. If she wants to get drunk with us let her. Hell, you've had too much yourself, don't see me tryna cut you off, do ya?"
"No I ain't." he slurred.
Carol found herself giggling as she took a few sips of Merle's beer. "You really might be Daryl." She said with a smile.
He sighed and crossed his arms. "I might be. But you're drunker than I am and you ain't had as much as me. He's been feedin' me alcohol since we got here."
Carol still felt too warm so she drank deeper from the mug of cold beer. That didn't help very much though. "Does this place have any air conditioning? Really, it's too warm in here." She looked up sharply when she thought of something. "Oh no!"
Daryl frowned. "What?"
"He was my ride home." Now she wasn't having any fun at all. She was almost certain that she was at least a little drunk and it was getting late and she had no way to get home. She would have to sleep in the ally. She would have to try to walk. She had lived here her whole life and had never seen a taxi cab. "I don't want to sleep in the ally." She nearly wailed.
Daryl swiped a hand over his face. "That's awful."
Merle just shook his head at the two of them. "Finish up, you two. I'm gittin bored."
"You're leaving?" Carol asked as she felt her eyes fill with tears. "You can't chase my ride away and then leave me down here all by myself!" She finally shut up when she lifted her mug and drained the remainder of it before setting it back down on the table.
"We're all three leavin'." Merle grinned at her.
"Oh." There was a voice in the back of her head telling her that this wasn't a very good idea. That she should call her parents to come pick her up. But another voice was telling her that these men were interesting and she wasn't ready to cut the night short. And besides, she would never be able to live down the shame. Her parents would be so disappointed in her. She was sure she was, indeed, drunk and that would most likely give her parents both a heart attack.
She followed the two of them towards the back where Ed had disappeared. Ed Peletier was a jerk. She thought bitterly. Even through the delightful haze of alcohol she was still embarrassed. He had used her and she had been stupid enough to let him.
When they were outside she stumbled a bit but Merle steadied her with a hand at her waist. She wasn't dizzy but she wasn't much in control of her motor skills. "You two must think I'm a real idiot, don't you?" She asked out of the blue.
Merle and Daryl led her to a door not far from the bars back entrance. Once they were through the door Merle was the one that spoke. "Why? Cause you let two strangers get ya drunk and then lead ya off alone to their apartment to do god only knows what to ya?" He chuckled.
She frowned and shook her head. "I didn't even think of that." She followed them to another door at the end of a hallway and this one opened up to a set of stairs. She looked up, wondering if there was an end to them at all. "You two think I'm an idiot because I fell for Ed's crap and I slept with him. I let him use me. And now that I think about it this is a little stupid of me. You two aren't trying to get me up their to kill me or anything are you?" She sounded oddly petulant. Like she wasn't processing that they could indeed be the sort of people who would do just that. She didn't know them.
"Look, if ya want I can call somebody that can give ya a lift home. Or you can use the phone down in the bar and call a ride yourself. Ain't nobody gonna do anything to ya that you don't wan'em too, ya understand? We might be a couple redneck assholes but we ain't killers and we ain't rapists."
She nodded and then she looked past him at Daryl who was hanging back, chewing his nail. When his eyes met hers she felt warmth flood her lower body. There was something about him that made her feel strange. "Well, if I wont get murdered or raped then lets go."
Merle took the lead and she followed him. She tried to be careful, paying close attention to each step but she made a misstep anyway and watched in what seemed like slow motion as the stairs rushed up towards her face. She closed her eyes and waited for the pain but a strong arm went around her waist from behind and she was suddenly pressed up against the front of Daryl's body.
"Jesus, girl. Ya just about broke your face." His voice rumbled next to her ear as his hand pressed flat against her stomach.
She swallowed hard, unsure why her heart had started beating so fast. "Sorry." She breathed. He slid his hand around to her hip.
"Go. I gotcha." he mumbled, giving her hip a little shove.
She started moving up the stairs once more, Merle was no longer in front of her so he must have already made it to the top. She stumbled one more time but he jerked her back against him again. Every time she felt him behind her the blood pounding in her veins seemed to pump fire into her lower abdomen. The sensation was foreign but not unpleasant.
When they finally made it to the top Merle was down the hall standing in front of a door with his arms crossed and a smug smile on his face. She felt Daryl's hand drop from her hip. Merle opened the door for them and she was ushered into a small living room with a sagging couch sitting in the middle of it. The coffee table was littered with beer bottles and this made her brighten.
"Can I have a beer?" She asked with a smile. Beer was delicious and her mouth was so dry.
Merle looked between her and Daryl and then disappeared into the kitchen. Daryl glanced around nervously. "Ya wanna sit down or somethin'?" He asked.
She blinked and nodded slowly. "I really would." She whispered loudly. He laughed at her which caused her to frown as she sat down gracelessly on the couch. It was comfortable and she let her head sink back into the cushion. "Oh this is nice." She heard herself slur that time but she didn't care anymore.
"Hey!" Merle called from the kitchen.
She groaned. She really didn't want to get up. She wanted him to sit down with her but he didn't. He just stood there, looking around the room like he wasn't sure what to do.
"Y'all gonna come here, or what?" Merle called.
Carol groaned loudly and went to stand up but her legs weren't quite working. The couch was deep and she was having trouble. She felt ridiculous but there wasn't anything she could do about it. "I can't." She smiled up at Daryl and then laughed. "I'm stuck to your couch. You'll have to peel me off if you want me to go with you." She dissolved into a fit of giggles once more. She was having more fun being stuck to the couch than she had in a long time.
He laughed with her. Or maybe he was laughing at her, she wasn't sure. What she was suddenly sure of was how unbelievable he looked when he laughed. "You are incredibly good looking, Daryl." She blurted without thinking.
He blinked, still grinning and then ran a hand through his shaggy hair as he shook his head at her. "You don't need no more beer. Your drunk." He held out a hand and she took it. He was strong, pulling her right off the couch and almost making her stumbled into him. He caught her again. "Definitely drunk." he let her go and walked off towards the kitchen.
She followed, telling herself that she should not be staring at his ass as he walked away. But she couldn't not stare at his ass because it really was an incredible ass. She felt too warm again as she entered the kitchen.
"You gotta go on a beer run, little brother." Merle said as he shut the outdated fridge.
"The fuck do I gotta go on a beer run for?" Daryl grimaced.
"Cause." Merle grinned and then lifted up his pant leg. There was a black band strapped to his ankle with a black box attached with a green light blinking on it. "House arrest, remember?"
"Son of a bitch." Daryl groaned but held out his hand. Merle gave him some cash that he shoved into his front pocket.
"Wait a minute. How come you can buy beer when you only turned eighteen today?" Carol asked with a frown.
Merle smiled at her. "We got friends in low places, darlin'." he winked. "Daryl here can go on beer runs for me. The owner of the liquor store did some time with me a while back. No worries. He'll make it quick."
"I'll be back." Daryl muttered as he walked out.
She followed him with her eyes. She wished he hadn't had to leave. Surely they had beer around here somewhere. When he was out the door she finally looked back towards Merle. He was staring at her with a smile on his face and then he winked at her.
"You gotta thing for my baby brother, dontcha?" His smile turned into a large grin.
She snorted and then crossed her arms. "I don't even know him." She felt the floor tilt a little so she reached back and put her hands on the counter top to keep herself upright.
"He's got a bit of a thing for you." He said as he sat down in one of the padded kitchen chairs.
"He most certainly does not. Look at him. Look at those women down there and then look at me. Men like you two don't go for girls like me." She wasn't pouting or putting herself down. She was stating facts. She was pretty in a totally different way than those girls in the bar were pretty. She might very well have been drunk, however, that did not make her stupid or delusional.
"Oh, he's in to you, darlin'. I know my little brother. But he ain't gonna put the moves to ya. You gotta do that all on your own. And you," he blatantly raked his eyes over the entire length of her, "You're the type that men like me and him covet. Don't ever think any different."
She couldn't remember anyone ever looking at her the way he was looking at her now and it caused her heart to go into overdrive. Maybe she would be ashamed of herself in the morning when she remembered, but at the moment, she liked it. She liked the way he was looking at her and she liked that she could hear the honesty in his tone.
"You gonna go for him or what?" Merle asked once he looked back at her face.
She shook her head, feeling the blush creep up her cheeks. She couldn't begin to imagine ever doing something so bold.
"How come?" he narrowed his eyes a bit.
"I'm just..." She watched him stand up and walk towards her. He stopped only inches away.
"You're just what?" He asked, "Not that kind of girl? Not the type that would go after somethin' that she wants?" His voice was just a low rasp and something about it had her pressing herself further into the counter.
"I don't..." her voice trailed away once more.
He moved his body closer. "You don't? You never been with a man before, have ya?" with one finger he traced the line of her neck slowly.
"I've only been with Ed." She gasped a little when the finger ran down her neck to the top of the dress, running along the edge at the very top of her breasts.
"So, ya ain't never had a man." he stated. "You got used by some selfish child, darlin. And your too goddamn innocent to even know that your the one carryin' all the weapons. You gotta learn how to use'em. And once ya know how to use them weapons then you can be the one brakin' the hearts."
She held her breath when he dipped his head down and ran his tongue along the same line his finger had traced. This was insane! She didn't know this man and he was tasting her skin like he owned it. So why did she feel like her insides were melting?
He pulled his head away. "You want my brother. What are ya gonna do about it?" He whispered.
She shook her head but her eyes never left his.
"You want me to stop?" he asked.
She shook her head again, feeling ashamed of herself but it was true. She didn't know what he was trying to do to her but he could keep doing it if he wanted. He smirked and then, to her astonishment he leaned down a little until she felt his hand on her inner thigh running it all the way up as he straightened up to his full height once more. He didn't stop until he was cupping her.
When she felt the pressure of his large palm against the center of her her breath exploded from her lungs and her hands went to his shoulders. His head dipped once again, tongue running hot and wet over her throat until he got to her ear. He tugged her earlobe gently with his teeth and then sucked lightly at the same time he ran his finger back and forth across her panties.
"You're already soaked, little girl." he hummed against the side of her neck. "And I know I ain't really the one that's got'cha drippin. You know it too, so what are you gonna do about that?" He moved his fingers over her gently until her head fell onto his shoulder.
Her head was spinning now and her body was throbbing. This was nothing like what had happened with Ed. Nothing he had done had felt good. This felt beyond good. Especially when he started rubbing back and forth a little harder, the heel rubbing against a part of her that was causing her legs to trembled.
"Anybody ever made you come, darlin'?" He rasped against her shoulder. He was breathing heavily himself now.
"I don't think so." she whispered. She knew no one had ever done what he was doing to her.
He chuckled. "You ever made yourself come?"
This shocked her a little. "What? No."
He growled then and removed his hand. She was frantic, fearing that he was finished. That wasn't all there was to this and she knew it. But she didn't have to panic for very long. He slipped his hand under her panties so now he was touching her, sliding his finger over her bare flesh. This was even better, this was much much better and she heard herself moan.
"Fuck." Merle ground out the word between clenched teeth as he cupped her once more and then, to her complete delight, slipped his middle finger inside her. He groaned as he buried his finger all the way down to the knuckle. "Oh that lucky little bastard." he breathed as he withdrew the finger, only to enter her again, slowly.
Between the invading finger and the pressure of his palm she thought she might pass out.
"What do you want?" Merle asked breathlessly.
Carol couldn't answer. There was an edge that she was about to go over as his finger curved slightly and moved in slow circles.
"Tell me that you're gonna go after what'cha want." He commanded in a growl.
Carol didn't know what to say as she clung to his shoulders. What did he want her to say? She wanted his brother but she didn't want him to stop. She guessed she wanted them both but she wanted his brother more. "Both." She finally said after he stopped moving his hand. "I want you both."
Merle's eyes darkened and he stepped away. "Damn it! He wont go for that."
Carol felt completely empty now, aching inside for some kind of release. She felt disgusting for what she had said because what she said was the truth. When she looked at Merle he looked torn and then she noticed that he was more than torn. His black jeans looked like they were going to split from the size of the erection that was pressing against them.
"You stay here, wait for him to get back. He'll be here any minute."
She gaped at him. He couldn't be serious. He couldn't leave her like this! There was no way someone could be that cruel. "You cant leave me like this!" She nearly shrieked.
His eyes cleared and he glanced towards the doorway into the living room and then back to her. He actually smirked. She knew that she was gaping at him still, mouth hanging open in shock. Her body was still humming, throbbing, pulsing. Every beat of her heart sent an anguish all the way down to the center of her. And he was going to walk out. Leave her like that. There was no way he would do that.
They heard the front door slam shut and then footsteps cross the living room floor. Carol closed her mouth then and tried to control her breathing. When Daryl walked in that throbbing in the center of her only intensified. Merle looked at him with wide eyes.
"What the hell is wrong with you two?" Daryl asked as he sat a case of beer down on the table.
The sound of his voice ignited her blood even more. What the hell was going on with her body?
"Not a thing, little brother. I gotta go take care of somethin'. It's gonna take a while. You two have fun." He went to hurry out the kitchen doorway but he paused, flashing her an evil smile and glancing at Daryl. "Happy Birthday, Little brother." He winked at her and then was gone, leaving them both staring after him.
"The fuck was that all about? Why the hell did he have me go out for beer if the bastard was just gonna run off back to the bar?" he asked as he grabbed two beers and handed her one. Her breath caught as his fingers brushed hers.
She opened the can and then downed it, refusing to come up for air until it was empty. When she turned and sat the can down on the counter she felt his hand on her shoulder.
"You alright?" He asked, looking concerned. "Did Merle say somethin' to ya or somethin'? I can kick his ass if he gets drunk enough."
He dropped his hand when she looked down at it. He was standing close. Not quite as close as his brother had been but close enough. She could feel the heat rolling off of his body. Her eyes zeroed in on his fingers that were curled around the can, long, graceful... thick.
Her breath was coming to quick. She nodded and then stepped around him to get another beer.
He frowned and then took a long pull from the can before he said anything to her. "You sure?" He asked.
"Show me your room." She said quickly, not giving herself any time to contemplate the question.
He nearly spit out the drink he had just taken. "What?" He asked with a nervous laugh as he wiped the beer from his lips on the back of his hand.
She felt herself growing even more hot when she realized that he was nothing like his brother. He wasn't as self assured. Maybe he was as clueless as she was. "I want to see your room."
"Why?" He asked as his eyes darted away from hers.
"I just want to see it." she said in quiet voice.
He met her eyes again and she could have sworn he knew then. He could probably smell how bad she wanted him. He bit the inside of his lip and then finally he shrugged, finished off the beer and grabbed her hand. "Fuck it." he muttered.
He opened the door and was about to walk across the room where a lamp sat on a bed side table by the small bed. She took in the layout of the room from the light that came in from the living room. She stopped then and tightened her grip on his hand. He turned to face her, his expression unsure but she didn't give him anymore time to think than she gave herself. She placed one hand on the back of his head and then kissed him hungrily.
He grunted and took a step back but then he opened his mouth, his tongue meeting hers as his hands gripped her waist. Her shaking fingers were struggling with the top button of his shirt but then, with a frustrated sound she ripped his shirt open, her hands as greedy for him as Merle's had been for her.
"Jesus Christ." Daryl whispered as her mouth moved greedily to his chest, she could feel the hard length of him pressing between her hips and she squeezed her thighs together and shoved the shirt down his shoulders. He must have found this a good time to do something himself. He stepped away long enough to bunch up the hem of her skirt and then in one fluid motion, yanked it over her head and tossed it to the floor. It was the type of dress that you couldn't really pull off if you were wearing a bra so as soon as she was exposed his mouth went straight to her breasts, a growl rumbling low in his throat as his teeth grazed her nipple lightly. He was all tongue and teeth and she was gasping for breath. He slid her panties down her hips. She stepped out of them and was there, in a strangers room, completely naked.
She thought that he was going to be more hesitant than Merle but after he finally finished with his exploration of her breasts she gasped when he dropped to his knees on the floor in front of her and moved her back until the backs of her legs touched a low dresser. She had no idea what he was going to do until he pushed her until she was lifting herself onto the dresser with him still on his knees in front of her.
He opened her legs wide. Her body jerked when he actually slipped his tongue inside her. It was unbelievable. He kissed her there the exact same way he had kissed her mouth, tongue lashing in and out, hot wet and probing. With one long lick he traveled up further and then sucked greedily at the same spot Merle had been massaging with the heel of his hand. But this felt much different than what Merle had done with his hand. This was raw sensation, causing her body to jerk and twitch to the point where he was forcing her thighs from clamping around his head, holding them open by force as he sucked on that sensitive little bundle until she finally did explode, body and mind.
She clutched at his head, pulling it closer while she cried out, knowing she should try to quiet herself but finding it completely impossible to do so. He made a satisfied sound and the vibrations sent her even further over that edge he had brought her too.
With shaking hands she pushed his head away once she was spent. He nearly leapt up off the floor hands going straight to the button of his pants. That had been the most incredible thing that had ever happened to her but she needed more. Her whole body still screaming for more. Screaming for him.
She wasn't sure what to do. Did he want her on the bed or should she stay where she was. He answered for her when he grabbed her around the waist and pulled her forward pushing himself inside her right there on the edge of the dresser.
"Jesus Christ..." He groaned into her ear. He hooked his hands under the crook of her knees, keeping her legs open as far as they would go. He hips moved slowly back and forth, gliding in and out of her at first as her arms snaked around his neck.
She was flying high once more as she clung to him, his pace growing faster and faster. Once his lips found hers again she lost it, moaning brokenly into his mouth, nails digging into his skin. He was driving into her harder now gasping for breath.
"Oh fuck," He whispered and then wrapped one strong arm around her waist as he groaned into her neck. She could feel him coming inside her, the heat from him filling her up. Vaguely she realized that maybe she should have taken some sort of precaution but not able to panic over something like that at the moment, especially when his lips were seeking hers out once more.
He eventually stopped kissing her and pulled out of her, adjusting the pants that he had been too eager to even take all the way off.
She slid off the dresser as he handed her the dress. She put it back on wordlessly, feeling like he surely thought she was some sort of slut. The guilt that she knew would eat at her tomorrow was rearing it's ugly head already. He handed her her panties with a smirk.
"I...um... I don't normally do that. I've never done that before, is what I mean." She said quietly still panting slightly.
He shook his head as he studied his buttonless shirt. "I didn't figure ya did. Merle said it didn't matter if you were like that or not. He'd make sure that if you was what I wanted he'd make it happen. Merle's a fuckin' dick like that."
Carol's head snapped up. "What?" She felt sick. "The two of you planned on bringing me here to sleep with me?"
He glanced up and shook his head. "Actually I was planning on hangin' out. Drinkin' some beer. Findin' out if you was some sort of snobby asshole, and then seein' if ya wanted to do somethin' sometime." He shrugged and went back to zipping his fly as she pulled her underwear back in place.
"Really?" She asked, a bit surprised at that but not all the way over the fact that Merle had completely manipulated her.
He nodded. "Yep. So?"
"So what?" She asked as he walked out of the room, her following close on his heels.
"Since we're done past that awkward first fuck faze, ya wanna hang out sometime?" He didn't look at her and she was glad. She wasn't very drunk anymore after everything that had happened and she was so embarrassed by the way she had thrown herself at him that she could very well die right there.
"Do we have to hang out at that bar?" She asked.
He glanced back over his shoulder and then stopped. "Nope. I hate that shit hole. Kinda glad I let him drag me there tonight though." He smirked.
She shook her head at the ridiculous chain of events that had brought her here tonight. "I'd like that."