Wow! I am so overwhelmed by the response to this series! You all are pretty boss awesome, so I shall continue!
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"There's a new herd of walkers on the fences," Glenn announced as he and Maggie returned from their rounds in the yard.
"Lots of them." Maggie backed him up, "We should probably take a team and get as many through the fence as we can so they don't all pile up and wear on the fence."
Rick's face was void of emotion or even concern.
"Daryl," he called, and Daryl was at his side in a matter of seconds, ready to do what was asked of him. The unspoken trust and understanding between those two men was amazing to Carol as she watched them nod almost imperceptibly at eachother. "I need you to get a party together and go cut down those numbers along the fence. I don't have to explain how to do it."
"You got it," Daryl replied gruffly.
"Carl, T-Dog and I are going to check on the prisoners and see that they're holding up their end of the bargain," Rick continued, "Lori, Hershel and Carl are staying here to hold down our cell block. So the rest are all yours."
Carol smirked at that. She was all his. Oh, how she wished it was true. She glanced at Daryl and her breath caught when she realized he was looking hard at her, a small smirk in the corner of his lips.
"Glenn, Maggie, Beth, Carol," he muttered, "C'mon, let's go kill some walkers."
Carol felt that familiar sick feeling in the pit of her stomach as she picked up her usual crowbar from the table of weapons but she walked purposely alongside Beth as they made their way out of the prison and into the yard, Daryl carefully leading the way with his crossbow up and ready. They made it to the fence with no trouble and Carol's eyes widened as she took in the very large group of walkers that had accumulated on the other side. Upon seeing the small party of humans, they began to lean into the fence, clawing at it in an effort to reach their "food".
Daryl shouldered his crossbow and pulled his hunting knife from its sheath on his hip.
"Nobody waste no ammo," he stated grimly, "But ya'll ain't dumb and I assume ya already know that much. Have at 'em."
Maggie was the first to attack, jabbing one of the walkers in the face with her ever present machete and watching in morbid satisfaction as it fell over backwards. It sparked something among the others and they were soon all against the fence, jabbing and stabbing. Carol shuddered as a particularly thick stream of blood splattered her front as she shoved the crowbar into its skull and she backed up for a second to get her bearings. She glanced around and found she had ended up right next to Daryl in their defensive line and she watched in sick amazement as he dispatched walker after walker with smooth, yet fearfully aggressive, attacks. His hunting knife, hand, wrist and forearm were covered in blood and she saw specks of it on his face as well, adding to the ferocity of his appearance. Good Lord this should NOT be turning her on as much as it was...
She took out her sexual frustration on the next walker to approach her area of fence with loud growl and a crowbar through the eye socket. Soon, all thoughts of a bloody, growling Daryl Dixon were pushed out of her brain and she fell into a fierce rhythm of stab, pull, stab pull.
"Carol!" Daryl's voice cut into her rhythm and she looked up in surprise when she felt his hand close firmly on her forearm. He was looking at her with trepidation and she realized that everyone was staring at her. Carol mentally appraised herself then and realized she was gripping her crowbar tightly in both hands, her legs wide in an aggressive stance, her teeth gritted angrily and her lips pulled back in a snarl...she assumed she had actually BEEN snarling. She glanced at the fence and realized her walker pile was the largest of them all, surpassed only by Glenn's down at the opposite end...goodness, had she really killed that many?
"Are we done?" she asked softly.
"I think you've done enough, yeah," Daryl replied, eyeing her suspiciously, concerned. "C'mon, ya'll, let's get back inside. Anyone got a head count?"
"Forty," Beth claimed quietly, "And still more wandering the edge of the woods."
Daryl nodded and pulled Carol's arm to turn her towards the buildings, giving her a push on her back to propel her forward. Carol walked, feeling almost like she'd blacked out for a while before Daryl had said her name in that demanding, brusque way he had. When they reached the cell block, Carol headed straight for her toiletry bag, grabbing the small thing of shampoo and shower gel she'd been using sparingly, but she felt so filthy and disgusting that she determined now was an excellent time to use it.
"Heading for a shower," she told Lori as she passed her, so no one would freak out if they couldn't find her. Lori gave her a funny look and then nodded with a smile.
"Have fun," she stated, her eyes glinted oddly and Carol vaguely wondered what her deal was as she walked through the infirmary on the way to the showers. The way had been cleared and declared safe a few days ago and it had been the best thing to Carol besides the discovery of the food stores.
Carol laid her change of clothes on the bench outside the door and then stepped in to the community shower room. It was a large room with two square stalls separated by a cement wall, each stall contained several showerheads and a bench or two. Crude, dirty...but the water was warmed by underground springs and it was a blessing that Carol would never look down at. Carol stepped into the nearest stall and pulled the curtain behind her, the clinking of the rings on the pole echoed in the large room, then she set her washrag and soaps on the bench next to her and turned on one of the many showerheads. She let out a heavy sigh as the cool water warmed quickly and cascaded over her shoulders and down the rest of her body, causing the water at her feet to run a sickly dark red from the walker blood that was being removed from her skin. With a heavy sigh, she rested her forehead against the cement of the wall, letting the water hit her back as she breathed, trying to relax and get her mind off the image of Daryl's ruthless, calculated takedowns, trying to forget the look on his face and the way his arm muscles rippled with each movement...oh gosh...not working at all.
Carol was suddenly struck with an undeniable need, a warm pooling in the deepest part of her and she tensed up for a moment at the thought that she finally DID have some time alone in a relatively secluded place. Yeah, she owed this to herself, like Daryl had said the other day...it's been a long time.
So, with another moment's hesitation, she started to run her hands down her body, washing away the last traces of blood from her arms and face before she relaxed and let herself enjoy the moment. She slid her hands down her sides and over the bumps of her hips, letting her eyes close as she imagined her hands as calloused, firm, tan and strong like Daryl's and when she moved her hand into the junction of her thighs she released all inhibitions.
She began working herself into a frenzy with her fingers, her imagination running wild as the water washed over her, washing away the evidence of what she was doing to herself. She let her head drop back as the tension inside her grew with every push and curl of her fingers and rub of her thumb and palm. She let out a whimper and the realization that that sound had only increased the pleasure made her full out groan. By the time she finally worked herself to a climax, she was moaning loudly and bucking her hips into her hand, fully abandoned to the feelings coursing through her and, forgetting completely that this WAS a bathroom shared by the entire group, let a single word slip from her lips. Daryl.
Little did she know that, in the course of her self-pleasuring endeavor, someone else had decided to use the shower room.
Daryl stood in the stall on the other side of the wall, frozen in shock at the sounds coming from the other stall. He wondered who it was over there, moaning and gasping like an expert porn star, sounds he remembered from the videos his daddy and brother would watch every night, hands down their pants shamelessly. Daryl remembered ducking out of the room, the sounds alone following him throughout the small house.
He felt little jolts of hot fire shoot to his crotch at each little sound coming from the woman in the stall next to him and he fought the urge to grip himself and play along with them. He leaned his head against the cold cement wall and closed his eyes tightly. Hell, they needed to hurry and get out of here before he gave in, because he knew he was prone to being a bit loud when it came to this. He pushed his palms into the wall as the sounds got faster and louder and finally ended in a loud moaning shriek.
But the icing on the proverbial cake came in the silent whisper not seconds later: "Daryl."
Shit! Shit, shit, shit! Had he done something to make some sort of noise? How'd they know he was in here!? He waited for someone to start yelling at his from behind the wall, telling him to get the fuck out and quit being a creep...but nothing happened, the water on the other side continued to run for a while and then it stopped and he heard the curtain being pulled back, which made him back further into his stall because he'd forgotten to pull his curtain when he came in. Shit. He did the only thing he could and backed up into the shower as far as he could, hoping whoever it was would just let him off the hook.
Daryl forgot all about being embarrassed or contrite when he saw who it was in the shower next to him. She walked out stark naked, her back to him as she walked to the sinks and leaned over one with her eyes closed. His eyes scanned every inch of her he could see, from the gentle column of her neck, down her entire spine to the hollow of her back and lower, to the soft roundness of her ass, then further to her well-muscled thighs and calves to her very heel, every inch he scanned the worse he felt for standing there silently doing so.
Almost as if some divine power seemed fit to punish him for his appreciative stare, Carol's eyes snapped open and met his in the mirror over the sink. He watched her expression go from shocked, to embarrassed to absolutely furious in a matter of a split second and he flinched slightly when she spun around to face him, revealing so much more than he even dared to imagine seeing. She stomped forward and right into the shower with him, her eyes blazing.
"What are you doing in here!?" she shrieked.
"I...I...was..." Daryl stuttered, not really sure what to do. "Gonna...take a shower..."
"Yeah? Well then why are you just standing in here watching me then?!" clearly Carol was absolutely mortified and Daryl wasn't feeling much better, his cheeks flared red as he looked off to the side, trying to focus on ANYTHING beside her chest which was mere inches from his own.
"I didn't know it was you!" he defended himself, calling on anger to cover up for his discomfort. "I didn't mean to...I had no idea..."
"Well you should have said something, damn it!" Carol moaned, feeling like a complete fool. "Or were you getting a kick out of it, you sicko!?"
She glanced down and then looked up at him, squinting angrily. Daryl automatically attempted to cover his obvious erection and turned slightly away from her.
"It ain't like that!" he snapped, "I wasn't..."
"Oh you weren't, huh?" Carol cut him off, she eyed him distrustfully.
"Carol, you're really starting to piss me off!" Daryl growled, forgetting about modesty. He turned and stepped forward to try and intimidate her into backing off...but it didn't work. "I. Didn't. Mean. To. Hear. You."
Carol stared at him in silence, her eyes still squinted. Finally she sighed heavily and she seemed to deflate a bit.
"So...you heard all that?" she whispered.
"Yeah..." Daryl looked down at the shower floor and swallowed hard as he remembered that last little whimpering whisper of his name.
"So you know...I was...I was thinking of you while I...?" Carol ventured, knowing she was on the verge of spooking him. It was like dealing with a wild stallion.
Daryl just stood there and stared at her, disbelief and skepticism in his expression.
"Why?"
Carol hadn't expected that. She had expected him to freak out and run or something, but not this.
"What do you mean, why?" she asked nervously.
""Why me?" Daryl seemed exasperated, "Can't understand ya! I ain't no expert when it comes to this. I ain't even good at bein' friends."
Carol considered him for a while, studying his face. Then she reached out and gripped his bicep just above his left elbow and met his eyes seriously.
"Because of that," she whispered, "You're not some macho, over-confident asshole and you don't pretend to be an expert. I like you because you're the way you are, simple, quiet, careful...dirty you. And don't sell yourself short, you're the best friend I ever had."
"I...don't..." whatever he had been about to say was cut off when Carol pushed herself up and kissed him. It was a simple kiss, questioning if he was willing to reciprocate, and he considered it for a moment before he bent his head down, not quite sure exactly what he was doing, and caught her lips with his. He'd never really kissed anyone like this, he'd never cared to, to be honest. None of the girls he'd ever been with had mattered a lick to him, they were just ways to get his rocks off and then move on, never seeing them again. But Carol...Carol was different, he wanted to make her feel good too, not just himself. But it occurred to him that he really had no idea how to do that.
Carol pulled back almost as soon as that very thought flickered into his mind and he bit his bottom lip, worried he'd done something wrong.
"Was that...bad?" he asked nervously.
Carol shook her head with a small smile.
"No, no," she assured him gently, "That was...pretty good for your first try. Don't worry, we have plenty of time to practice. I'm going to touch you, ok? Try to...relax."
Daryl swallowed the terrified lump in his throat and stared at her in disbelief as her hand slid slowly down his chest and stomach, leaving an almost burning trail behind her fingertips as they went lower and lower, till they finally reached their intended destination and wrapped gently around him, causing his eyes to drop closed and a moan to escape his throat.
"Alright?" Carol questioned, remaining still as he collected himself.
"Mhm," Daryl replied heavily, "We shouldn't do this here."
"If it were up to you, we wouldn't do this anywhere," Carol giggled, she was feeling giddy and so very lucky. She finally had her hands on Daryl Dixon. Literally. She wasn't going to let a little thing like location ruin this for her.
Daryl gave her a weak smile and Carol realized how very unsure he looked right now, like he had no idea what to do with himself.
"Put your hands on my waist," Carol whispered, trying to get him started and hopefully spur him into discovering these things on his own. He followed her request and she smiled at the feel of his rough, dirty hands against her skin as his palms rested on her hipbones. "Perfect."
Daryl groaned in reply as Carol finally started to move her hand along his hardened length between them, and she could tell he wasn't use to holding himself back, he'd never experienced sex as anything but a release, nothing meaningful at all...she was going to change that, show him just how amazing it could be.
"Feel good?" she whispered.
Daryl laughed lightly and nodded.
"Yeah," he breathed, "Yeah, does."
"You know, the longer you hold on, the better it is, right?" Carol encouraged.
"That so?" Daryl grunted as she ran her thumb over the tip of him slowly, "Fuck!"
"Don't," Carol demanded, feeling that tell-tale tightening under her hand, she loosened her hold and went still again.
Before Daryl could reply with any sort of snarky remark, the door of the shower room flung open with a loud smack against the wall and they both jumped apart in shock. Maggie was standing there, looking equal parts surprised and afraid.
"Carol! Sorry to...interrupt," she stated urgently, "But Lori, she's having contractions! The baby's coming."
Carol's eyes widened and she gave Daryl an apologetic look before she ran out and grabbed her clothes from the bench, throwing them on as fast as she could to get out to the cellblock. She took the time to put on her shoes because she knew it was foolish to run around this place barefoot and then she trotted down the hall, through the infirmary and into their cellblock where she found Lori sitting on the bottom bunk in their room, clutching her belly and looking very nervous.
"Lori, how do you feel?" she asked immediately.
"I'm ok, Carol, the contractions feel normal," Lori stated, her voice tinged with discomfort. "Mmmm, just hurts like usual."
"No tearing sensations? Everything feels like it should?" Carol asked again.
"Yes," Lori squeaked as another contraction started. Carol felt a presence at her side and she looked up to see Daryl standing there, he gave her a small nod.
"Daryl, can you help me get her onto a mattress on the floor?" Carol asked him. He nodded and immediately put his arm around Lori and lifted her to her feet when the contraction had ended. Carol pulled the mattress onto the floor and they eased Lori onto it.
"No, no, I want to sit," Lori stated weakly, so Daryl walked her gently to a chair where she sat in a tripod position and leaned forward. "Oh, that's better."
It wasn't much better in a couple of minutes when another contraction hit her. After a few rounds of those, Daryl gave Carol a look and backed out of the room. Carol understood, he was uncomfortable in there and she respected that. Maggie and Beth came in to help and Carol rolled up her sleeves.
"I need clean towels, a few of them need to be warm to wrap the baby in when it comes out, I also need clean scissors, a clamp or a strong piece of clean string, boiling water, blankets...NOW, PEOPLE!"
And so Carol's day ended in assisting in the successful birth of a lovely baby girl that Lori named Judith. Not at all how she'd planned it to end at all, but not bad...not bad.
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Aw, cockblocked by a baby...lol :D
