Hi guys! Two updates in as many days! Makes me a little nostalgic for the good ol days when I updated every single day! *sigh* Anyway, some of you are upset that Ed is back. I'm so sorry! But Ed gets off easy with how us writers usually kill him quickly. I want to see him suffer emotionally. I want him to watch his wife get treated like she deserves by a real man and I want him to know his own daughter has turned into quite the young Dixon. He won't be around forever and I am NOT going to let him redeem himself and turn him into some sort of hero. A few of you asked if Ed was the mysterious person that Sophia sees coming. He is not that person!

Things get a tad bit creepy in this chapter. Hope that don't totally turn you guys off! Definite smut warning but lets face it, my stuff is soft core compared to the fanfiction smut pros ;) I hope you enjoy this one and I hope I answered most of your questions! Thanks for reading!

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Daryl sent Glenn off to relieve Merle. Since they were insisting on having someone on watch already then that was fine but Daryl needed Merle in the house in case Ed tried anything stupid. When shit got bad, two Dixons were always better than one.

Carol waited with him in the hallway. Neither of them even heard Merle until he was right behind them. He had taken the back stairs up to the second floor.

Daryl sighed. "We thought it'd be best if you kept close tonight. With you on one side of him and us on the other I don't think he'd be stupid enough to try anything."

Merle nodded. "My fault he's here to begin with. I 'spose I'm the one that needs to keep a watch on him."

Daryl opened his mouth to say something but Carol beat him to it. She put her hand on Merle's arm lightly and offered him a small smile. "Merle, you told him where we were, sure. But how hard do you think we would have been to find? He would have shown up here on his own. He isn't one to give up easily. You helped him find this place quicker than he would have otherwise but this isn't your fault. None of it is."

Merle eyed her skeptically and then his eyes slid down to the hand that she still had on his arm. She removed it quickly, thinking that she may have overstepped her bounds with him. Daryl was worried himself. When it came to his brother he was never sure what his reaction to certain things would be. Luckily Merle just nudged her lightly with his elbow. "You prolly wouldn't be so forgivin' if I wasn't so damn sexy," he winked.

Daryl rolled his eyes but Carol laughed merrily.

They made their way back to their room. Daryl was a bit pissed off. He'd been looking forward to being the only two people up there on the top floor and now all his plans were messed up. Not that he would say anything about it to her. She didn't need to know that since meeting her, his mind usually strayed to the gutter any time he got a free minute.

He turned around to face her as soon as the door was closed. She didn't look as pissed off as he thought she would. She seemed pretty calm despite the fact that her ex husband was in the room right next door. He knew that he was pissed off about it himself.

He was about to open his mouth and say something when suddenly her fingers started quickly undoing the buttons on his shirt. He didn't say anything. He just watched her as her lips turned up, her eyes focused on the task at hand. He kept his arms to his side, watching her curiously.

Once the shirt was unbuttoned she quickly pushed it, and the vest, off his shoulders. Without looking up to meet his eyes her lips met the exposed skin of his chest, causing him to suck in a sharp breath. She left a wet trail from his chest up to his throat, causing his heart to go into overdrive. He wasn't sure what the hell had gotten into her but he was damn sure not going to question it.

Her lips closed over his earlobe, her tongue running over the skin there, he couldn't keep his arms at his sides anymore. Instantly his arms went around her, pulling her closer. The tips of his fingers barely grazed the skin at the small of her back and once again, in his minds eye, he saw the bruises Ed had left on her back at the quarry. At the feel of her skin, soft and smooth under his touch, he couldn't understand how anyone, especially a man that was lucky enough to actually have her, could ever do anything to damage her.

With more force then he thought she possessed she started walking him backwards towards the bed. He sat down on it heavily when he felt the mattress hit the back of his legs. She kept coming closer until she was straddling his lap there on the edge of the bed. When her mouth finally found his she bit his bottom lip greedily, pulling back slightly. It hurt but it was the kind of hurt that set his blood on fire.

Her eyes finally met his, blazing with a hunger he could almost smell. He tightened his grip around her with one arm and then scooted them both back with his other. He laid back, curious as to what her plans were. He felt like he had that first night he had actually been with her. He wasn't sure what to do so he would let her do what she pleased.

She was grinding her hips down onto him, causing him to groan into her neck. She pulled away from him quickly, rising up and bracing her hands against his chest. There was a wild look in her eye, her face flushed and her chest heaving with every frantic breath she took in. She looked amazing.

"Do you trust me?" She breathed, searching his eyes.

He nodded, not sure why she would ask him something like that. She was about the only person in the world that he trusted completely.

She bit her lip and he saw her eyes shift to the nightstand on her side of the bed before meeting his once more. "I wanna try something," she said with a nervous smile.

He nodded again, more than willing to let her try whatever the hell she felt like trying. She didn't climb off of him, instead she reached over, opening the drawer quickly. He frowned when he heard the clinking of metal on metal and then she sat back up in a flash, her hands behind her back and the most evil smile on her face he had ever seen. "What the hell you got back there?" There was a nervous edge to his voice that caused her to quirk an eyebrow at him.

She sighed and then finally brought her hands in front of her so he could see what she had. He felt his eyes go wide and he swallowed hard. "Where the hell did you get those?" He asked huskily as he eyed the handcuffs. He felt his heartbeat pick up even more, sending more blood south until his groin was actually aching. He didn't want to feel that way. The last thing that should turn him on was the thought of being completely defenseless.

"Merle stole them from Rick," she said quietly, she bit her lip again and he groaned loudly.

"I shoulda known."

"Well?" The excitement in her eyes was enough to drive him crazy. The fact that she was almost shy about it was sexy in itself.

He wasn't sure why he did it but he found his arms moving up over his head and then he gripped the wooden slats of the headboard. He couldn't believe he was letting her do this. Hell, he couldn't believe that she would want too. Again his thoughts went back to the quarry and how she had been treated. Of course this idea would appeal to her. Why wouldn't it. He understood that for a long time she had been under someone elses control. Why wouldn't she want to feel like she was the one with the power over someone else? And since it was her, the thought of letting her take complete control of the situation was pretty damn hot.

She slid up a little and then leaned over him, securing his hands to the headboard. He looked up, starting to feel a little more nervous, despite how turned on he was. On her way back down she dragged her nails down his bare arms, causing his breath to hitch.

Her mouth met his viciously and instantly his hands jerked down, needing to feel her. She chuckled darkly. "At least I was nice enough to get your permission first," she whispered against his lips.

Her head made a slow decent down his neck, her teeth meeting his skin on her way down. He glanced down, meeting her eyes. "You gonna turn me loose when I tell ya too?"

She smiled and then, like an evil asshole, she bit his nipple.

"Ouch!" He nearly yelled, jerking against the cuffs. He growled when her eyes came up to meet his, her tongue licking the sting away.

"Sorry," she whispered. She didn't sound very sorry at all.

He should have told her to uncuff him right then but he didn't. He wouldn't admit it to her, he didn't want to admit it to himself, but he could actually really get into this. Fuck. He didn't want to be a freak.

She slid down further, being much more gentle with her frequent nips at his skin. He was having a hard time keeping his breathing slow and even the further down she went. She needed to take her damn clothes off but he wasn't going to tell her that. He didn't want this whole control thing to go to her head. Maybe if he asked her to take them off she wouldn't. He remembered how much of a thrill he had gotten by toying with her while she was pretty much at his mercy. He knew that payback could be a real bitch.

It was no secret that he was enjoying himself quite a bit when she moved down to straddle his thighs while she worked on the button on his pants. They were pretty loose and there was a sizable tent there now. She didn't look up at him while she tugged on his zipper. He watched her silently. Why the hell wasn't she taking her damn clothes off?

All thoughts of that flew right out of his mind when suddenly he was free from his pants for all of two seconds before her mouth was on him. He licked his lips and watched her slow decent, her eyes flashing up and meeting his. Something about her watching him as he watched her turned him on even more. Yep. Freak. He was definitely Merle Dixon's baby brother. Just fucking great.

She suddenly raised her head and he instantly mourned the loss of the heat of her mouth. She tugged roughly on his pants until he raised up slightly so she could hurriedly take them off. When she did she scurried off the bed.

"What the hell?" He croaked loudly, swallowing hard.

When she shimmied her jeans down her legs he shut his mouth. This was what he had been wanting. The tank top she was wearing was a little on the short side so he got a full view of her in just that and her underwear, those fucking lacy silky bastards that he thought should be illegal because a man couldn't look at them at all without thinking of all sorts of nasty things to do with a woman. Jesus, where the hell had that thought come from? Dirty fucking Dixon minds. He almost shook his head at himself until he noticed that she had hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her panties and hadn't done anything else.

"What the hell are you doin'? He asked, unable to keep the impatience out of his voice.

That wicked fucking smile returned and she shook her head.

"Take'em off!" He croaked a little too loudly. What the hell was she doing?

Instead of listening to him she crawled back onto the bed and before he could object to her not removing enough of her clothing he felt her lips wrap around him again. He raised his head again, watching as she slowly worked her magic over him. She took her time, like she savored every second of it and he was growing close. Very close. But she must have had other plans because she abruptly stopped and slid herself up until her lips were hovering right above his. He tried to kiss her but she pulled back, shaking her head again.

"This is bullshit. You know that right?" He growled, his jaw clenching.

She didn't answer him, instead she swiveled her hips fluidly, grinding against his painful erection. She sat up then, looking down at him, her smile turning evil again right before she pulled the shirt over her head. No bra.

He jerked against the cuffs, his palms itching to touch her. They held firm. Of course they did. He wrapped his fingers around the slats that the cuffs were threaded through. He gave a light jerk and felt the wood give just a bit. He grinned. He knew he could get out of this, but he would let her have her fun for a little while longer before he ruined her little play at revenge.

She tilted her head to the side, watching him through narrowed eyes before she reached behind her with one hand and cupped him firmly.

He groaned, nostrils flaring and teeth snapping together. He hadn't ever seen her like this before and as her hand massaged him her hips rolled out a torturous rhythm. He didn't want to beg her to do something but this was exactly what he had done to her. He deserved all of this and he knew it.

"Take'em off..." He growled. She had to stop. She hadn't ever acted this way before and he was on the verge of exploding as it was. He knew that she could feel it. Every beat of his racing heart seemed to cause him to ache, his need was so intense.

She was quick, he had to give her that. One second she was tormenting him and the next she was actually standing over him. His eyes widened as she finally got rid of the last of her clothing before settling over him again. The heat coming off of her was insane.

"Better?" She asked, her voice coming out smooth and filled with lust.

He nodded and smiled slightly, keeping in mind that if he wanted to be free then he could be but keeping a small semblance of control. He was curious to see what she had planned. He found out, thankfully, sooner than he thought he would. She adjusted herself over him and was about to lower herself onto him when he couldn't take it anymore. She had tormented him enough in his own opinion. He didn't give her a chance to take it slow. One swift thrust and he was buried inside of her.

She cried out in shock, bracing herself with her hands pressed flat against his chest. He groaned at the feel of her, raising his head up so he could watch as she started moving on him, no longer in the mood to take it slow and easy anymore. He was getting really tired of not being able to touch her. His grip on the wood tightened as she picked up her pace.

Without breaking pace she leaned down and devoured his mouth with her own, her lips greedily working over his, her tongue sliding along his own. He wanted to wrap his arms around her. He wanted to flip her over and take her all the way to the edge himself. But he let her keep going. He would hold back as long as he could. The sounds she was making were driving him crazy and he vaguely remembered that they had company right on the other side of the wall that was probably listening to everything. Listening to Daryl's name coming out of her mouth. He smiled against her lips, for once he didn't care how loud she got.

~H~

Ed glared at the ceiling. He couldn't believe what he was hearing. The soft thump of what was most likely a headboard banging against the wall. She was fucking Daryl Dixon right on the other side of the wall. He heard her cry out. She had never uttered a word when he had been with her. She had barely moved.

He swung his legs over the edge of the bed and stood up, pacing angrily. How dare she! Visions of him hitting her danced in his mind but it didn't bring him the same pleasure that it used too. How could he take any pleasure from reliving the days that he had ruled over when he could hear her next door. Hear her giving herself over to another man. He slipped out of the room before he even realized what he was doing.

The hallway was dark and deserted so he ventured out further, leaving his door cracked. He could see a soft glow coming from the crack at the bottom of the door leading into the room that Carol now shared with that piece of shit redneck. His feet seemed to have a mind of their own as he made his way silently towards their door. His jaw was clenched so tight that it actually hurt. With a shaking hand he reached for the doorknob, only hesitating for a second before turning it and opening the door just a crack.

His mouth dropped open at the sight before him. The way the bed was positioned in the room all he could really see was Carol's back and a partial side view. His eyes raked over her from her bare shoulders down to her slender waist and then rested on the soft flare of her hips. Hips that were moving in a way he never imagined they could.

His mouth was suddenly very dry as he watched in angry silence. His hands were shaking horribly and he had to summon every ounce of willpower in him not to barge right into the room, drag her off of the man and beat her to death. That's what he should have done before. Before she was in that accident and lost her mind. He should have killed her. Thrown her down the stairs and stomped the life right out of her.

She was his.

He jumped at the sound of splintering wood. He glanced up and down the hallway but it was still empty. The sound had come from the bedroom. His eyes went back to where they had been before.

"Damn it, Daryl," she gasped as the redneck sat up, causing her to readjust her legs so they were now wrapped around the man's waist.

"Keys," Daryl growled in a low voice.

Carol reached for something on the bed next to her and then Ed couldn't tell what the hell she was doing. Daryl tossed something that hit the floor with a metalic clang and then his arms went around Carol.

"That's cheating," Carol whimpered right before Daryl lifted her up and then shifted until he was now on top of her. Carol's legs wrapped around his waist as he grinned down at her. Now Ed's view was of Daryl's face as he gazed down. He couldn't see Carol's face and he was glad of it. He didn't want to imagine her enjoying this, even though he could hear her soft moans of pleasure. It was like razorblades digging into his chest.

Ed thought he was going to be sick when he saw Daryl kiss her. Her arms wrapped around his neck as he started moving. He drove into her, her voice drowned out because he was still kissing her. Ed had to think hard about when the last time he had kissed her was but he couldn't remember. Something about that offended him.

He found himself closer to the crack in the door when suddenly, without warning Daryl's head came up. Ed stepped back quickly but he knew it was too late. For a few seconds Daryl's face looked furious but then, to Ed's astonishment, Daryl narrowed his eyes and then smiled as he looked back down, his pace slowing.

He ducked his head, kissing her once more, slow and deep, just like his movements now were.

"Daryl..." Carol muttered, her voice growing frantic.

Ed moved closer to the door.

"Hmmm."

"I love you." Her voice was so soft that Ed could barely hear it at all. But he did and he clenched his fists. When had she said that to him? He wasn't able to hear the other man's reply because suddenly she cried out, her legs tightening around his waist, her back arching off the bed.

"Baby brother has some skill, huh? Don't believe I ever made a woman shake that hard, myself. How bout you, Ed?"

Ed pushed himself away from the door at the sound of Merle's low voice. He could still hear the sound of Carol coming from the room. Merle was leaning against the wall casually with his arms crossed over his bare chest. His muscles flexed menacingly.

"I wasn't..."

"You wasn't out here watchin' my brother fuck you ex-wife?" Merle gave him a humorless smile. "Looks to me like that's exactly what you was doin'. And from the look ya had on your face you didn't like what you seen."

Ed glared but didn't try to deny it again.

Merle's eyes flicked over to the door and then he reached out and shut it quietly. The hallway was plunged into darkness. Ed didn't have time to let his eyes adjust to the darkness before he felt Merle's hand go around his throat and shove him back down the hallway towards the room that they had given him.

"Ain't very polite, what'cha did, Ed. The way I see it, you had your shot," Merle growled. "You had yourself a goddamn good woman. A woman that other men dream of havin'. Ya fucked up. Ya knocked her around. Ya beat her down. Ya did all that in front of her little girl."

Merle tossed him through the doorway. Ed's heart was beating hard in his chest. He was a strong man. He knew it. But Merle was crazy. That was why Ed was so afraid. At least that was what he tried telling himself as Merle flipped the light switch.

"What went on in my marriage is my business. And you are the one that sent me here in the first place..."

The sound of the back of Merle's hand hitting the side of Ed's face echoed through the room. Ed was knocked back a few feet.

"I called that off and you damn well know it. And it ain't your marriage no more." Merle hissed, his finger pointed just a few inches from Ed's face.

"She was my wife and that's my daughter..."

Merle hit him again, this time he nearly hit the floor but he steadied himself with the dresser. "That little girl belongs to my brother now, Ed. She knows it. Her mama knows it. You best learn to accept that."

"Everything all right in here?" Daryl asked from the doorway.

Ed glared towards the sound of the voice, his hand going to wipe the blood he could feel running down the corner of his mouth. Daryl was standing in the doorway wearing nothing but a pair of jeans, the button undone and his feet crossed at the ankles.

Merle glanced over his shoulder. "Just fine, little brother. Ol Ed was enjoyin' himself a show out there. Might wanna remember to lock that door next time you decide to take Carol for a ride."

Daryl's narrowed eyes met Ed's. "I thought so," he growled.

Merle barked out a laugh, looking at his brother like he had three heads. "You knew he was out there?"

Daryl nodded, never taking his eyes off Ed's. "You understand now? Mine," he growled.

Ed kept on glaring as Daryl backed out of the room and disappeared down the dark hallway. He knew then that he had messed up big time. Merle tossed him a grin over his shoulder and then left him standing alone in the room. He had to keep himself in check or they were going to send him packing. He wasn't going to risk dying out there. He wiped at his mouth one more time before he turned off the light and returned to bed.

He could hear a muffled conversation through the wall but he couldn't make out there words. His hands balled into fists at his sides as he tried to will his mind to slow down and sleep. He had a sinking feeling that this was going to be the beginning of many long nights to come. If the Dixon's didn't decide to kill him.