~Chapter 2~
Somehow they ended on the floor, limbs entangled, naked on a makeshift bed of blankets and cushions. The sweat on their bodies was slowly drying. Carol sighed and smiled in Daryls skin. It was so good to feel something.
Gentle fingers were stroking her hair and she looked up.
His face held a serious expression.
" Why did you go?" he asked with a crackling voice. He looked so sad.
Like a lost boy.
It nearly broke her heart.
How deeply she wished, she could avoid this conversation.
How could she made him understand, when she still had difficulties to explain it to herself.
There were so many reasons.
How could she explain the emtiness inside of her, since Sophia was ripped away from her.
The hollow feeling inside of her, since Mika was killed and she had to kill Lizzie.
All her precious girls, precious lifes.
She couldn't protect them and that was eating her alive.
No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't keep them safe.
She failed.
"I had to. Because I love you. All of you. You are my family. And I just couldn't do it anymore. Hide... Kill... Run... Kill. No matter, where we are, what we do, what we feel. In the end, it's always killing. Killing the mad men. Killing the sick. Killing men, women, children. Take lifes, to protect what is ours. I once was a meek housewife, too scared to leave an abusive husband. Than I became a fighter, a killer, a survivor. I killed everyone, who was a threat to the ones, I love. I had to loose my beloved daughter to become the woman, who could have protect her.
But every act of killing killed a part of my soul, too. I felt, like my humanity was ripped away from me, piece by piece, with every dead body on my way.
And all those deads weight heavy on my soul.
I was lost, like in a labyrinth. I didn't know, where to go. What to do.
I tried.
And I can't do it anymore. I can't cope with all the hate, the constant fear. I can't kill anymore, and I won't do it anymore. Not for me. Not for you. Not for the ones, I love."
Tears shone in her beautiful, soulful eyes.
He snorted. "Bullshit! Your humanity is still there. You are still the caring, loving woman I've known since the quarry."
"I've changed so much!"
" We all changed so much. Hell, the world changed. And we had to adapt to this new world. You grew stronger every day. It was amazing to watch your transformance from the battered, weak housewife to the warrior queen, dealing with the Wolves in Alexandria, taking out those cannibals at Terminus. Hell, these days you would castrate Ed without hesitation if he put his abusive hands on you."
"That's true. But not funny. I don't want to kill. I need a break. Room to breath. Time to heal. I don't know, what I need exactly. But I do know, I can't continue like that. I was about to reach my breaking point. And this is my place of retreat. Kind of safe harbour."
"I came back and you were gone! You just disappeared. Left. Me. Alone. I always thought, we had this 'special thing' friendship."
"Oh, Pookie, we'll always have this 'special thing' . Look at us." Carol teased and threw her naked, long leg over his, pressing her hot pussy against his tigh.
Daryl groaned " Don't distract me! We have a serious talk here."
They kissed, deep and passionate.
" The Saviours? Did they come back? Is everybody ok at home?" Carol asked in a small voice, afraid of the answer but detemined to know.
Daryl lowered his eyes in shame. She had been so vulnerable when she talked about her breaking point. The news about Glenn and Abraham surely would break her. And he couldn't do that, he had to protect her, and so he decided to lie to her.
"They came back, Rick and Negan made a deal, just like the Kingdom. And yes, everybody is ok."
Her smile was absolutely breathtaking. He craved to see it every single day of his miserable life. He wanted to be with her everyday, making love to her from now to eternity.
War sucks! he thought and started to kiss her again.
Carol was lost in his kiss. The way Daryls tongue caressed hers made her breathless. It was tender and soft and she wanted more. The kiss deepend, he ecclected a whimper from her as he started to kiss a way down her neck. Her fingers gently fondled Daryls chest, she smiled in the kiss, when she heard him groaning.
She felt scars under her fingertips, old and faded, reminders of his dad's cruelty. At his side, a mark of one of his own bolts. Carol began to kiss this scar, this was a scar of hope and love.
" I'm so sorry, I couldn't find her for you" he softly whispered
"You didn't give up on her. And that meant the world for me. You did more for her (and for me) in a few days than her daddy did in her life." was her reply.
There were more marks on Daryls body, angry, red and new ones. Unfamiliar to her.
" What happened?" she asked coriously.
" Some fights", he answered casually and a small voice inside of him screamed 'lie!'. But what could he do? All he wanted was to keep her safe. And when she knew what happened to him, she would join the war and that was not an option! She would want to kill Negan and Dwight and all the others. The war would become her path of revange. That was too dangerous.
He was responsible for the death of Beth, for the death of Denise and of course for the death of Glenn. Damn, he didn't want to be responsible for the death of Carol. No way!
She was the one good thing in his shitty life and he would die to protect her. So...who cares for some lies!
He leaned on his elbows and smirked "What about dinner. Do I have to be a king or something to get some food here?"
And again she smiled at him.
"I'll cook you something. But first, I'm in the mood for an appetizer!" With that, she trailed kisses over his body, lapping his nipples, watching him shiver, kissing around his belly button, following his happy trail with hot, open mouth kisses, feeling his abs quivering. His dick stood hard, proud and beautiful, begging for attention.
"Carol, you don't have to ..." he began as she arrived at her destination. She placed a small, chaste kiss on the top of his head and he was beyond words. He was reduced to a whimpering, struggling, sweating mess. And he loved every second of it.
She caressed the tip of Daryls cock with kitten~like licks, trailed small kisses all across his shaft, clearly enjoying the smooth, velvety texture of him. Carol started at the base, running her tongue along the underside , made one long, slow lick from the balls to the tip, before sucking the head fully in her mouth. Daryl groaned in pleasure. She teased him, nuzzled his groin, letting her fingernails rail across the flesh of his tighs. Finally Carol sucked as much of him into her mouth as she could manage, lapping him, swirling her tongue around his tip. She wrapped one hand around his base to make sure his entire length was stimulated. Her other hand caressed his balls.
Daryl made small, helpless noises and tried to push her away, but Carol held him in place, softly humming around him. Daryls hot cum hit the back of her throat. Carol swallowed it down untill Daryl laid sprawled and spent on the blankets of their makeshift bed, eyes closed. Carol loved the stunned expression on his face. He ran a shaky hand across his face and tried to catch his breath.
"You're good?" she asked gingerly.
"Never better" he answered, placing a thumb under Carols chin as he leaned down to give her a deep kiss, hungry for more. But not for food...