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Game On...

Chapter 4

Daryl made his way quickly down the staircase and into the living room nearly stumbling over T-Dog in the process. In the last two weeks, they had decided to move everyone inside the house for safety and the living room had become like an ill planned slumber party.

"What the hell, man?" T-Dog grumbled as Daryl's foot connected with his stomach.

"Sorry, man. I need to get Herschel." Daryl explained over his shoulder as he navigated through the bodies sprawled on the floor. "Herschel," Daryl said as reached the couch and shook the older man's shoulder.

Herschel opened his eyes, sitting up quickly. "What's wrong?"

"Carol's sick," Daryl said. "She's throwin' up."

Herschel rubbed his eyes as he swung his feet from the couch to the cold wood floor. "How long?"

"A couple of minutes," Daryl answered, worry evident in his face. "She's actin' a little weird, too."

Herschel looked over at him. "What do you mean weird?"

Daryl's face reddened. "I...I dunno like she's a little drunk or somethin'."

Andrea leaned up on her elbows from the corner of the room. "Is Carol okay?"

"What kinda pills did you give her?" Daryl asked as he ignored Andrea.

Shane stirred. "What's going on? Why are we yelling in the middle of the night?"

"Is everyone okay?" Glenn asked as he sat up. Beside him, Maggie groaned pulling the blanket over her head.

"Everything is fine," Herschel assured. "I am sure Carol will be fine, too. I think she may have gotten the wrong medicine."

Daryl followed Hershel to the dining room. Hershel studied the bottle on the right and left. He sighed. "Apparently, Shane doesn't know his left from his right. He gave Carol a rather strong narcotic."

Daryl's face reddened a second time though for an altogether different reason this time. "Could it hurt her?"

Herschel weighed his answer carefully given the look on Daryl face. "That narcotic is way to heavy for her especially at her weight and two of them is entirely too much. I use that on my horses. It certainly would explain the behavior and the vomiting. I will check on her and we will just need to keep a closer eye on her for next couple of hours."

Daryl turned on his heel and strode into the living room. He went straight to Shane's sleeping bag with Hershel following fast on his heels.

"Daryl!" Herschel yelled, trying to stop the angry man.

Rick joined them in the living room, waking up after hearing all the communication. "What's going on?" Rick asked.

Daryl grabbed Shane by the collar of his tee-shirt lifting him up out of the sleeping bag. "You fuckin' idiot! Are you so stupid that you don't know ya fuckin' left from ya right or did ya mean to give her a fuckin' horse tranquilizer."

Shane was now wide awake and pissed. He shoved Daryl backwards. "What are you fucking talking about?"

Daryl glared at him, fists coiled at his sides. His face was purple. He enunciated his words carefully and slowly as they came out from gritted teeth. "You gave her fucking horse tranquilizers!"

Shane looked at him, shocked. "What?"

Andrea had jumped up out of her sleeping bag to join them. She stood beside Shane. "Daryl, I am sure it was an accident." Andria reasoned.

Rick looked at Shane. "I'm sure it was."

Shane looked at Rick. "Are you sure, man cause you don't sound like it."

"Shane..." Rick started before Daryl interrupted him.

"I really don't care if it was an accident, I should kick ya ass, anyway." Daryl growled.

Shane looked at him and narrowed his eyes. "Bring it on man."

"Shane!" Andrea barked as she grabbed his arm.

Rick stepped between them. "It's late and everybody is tired. Herschel, Carol is going to be okay?"

Herschel nodded. "I think she will be fine. I am going to go up and check on her."

Rick looked at Daryl. "I know that you're upset but it was an accident. I need you to let this go."

Daryl glared Shane before turning to Rick. He nodded at him then looked back at Shane. "Stay the fuck away from her."

Shane smirked as Daryl headed upstairs with Herschel. "Fucking redneck," he muttered under his breath. Shane rubbed the back of neck avoiding the looks both Rick and Andrea were giving him.

Daryl walked into the room upstairs and stopped short just inside the door. Carol had made her way back to the bed and promptly fell back asleep but that wasn't what stopped him in his tracks. She was lying there in the middle of that big bed in nothing but his old brown ripped off sleeveless shirt and those damn pink lace panties which because of her positioning were currently on display. Fuck. He instinctively grabbed the quilt from the edge of the bed hastily throwing it over her just before Herschel walked in.

Herschel gave him a strange look.

"She is sleepin'." Daryl said as he leaned back against the wall his arms folded. "Are we gonna have to wake her?"

Herschel nodded as he walked over to the bed. He rubbed Carol's shoulder lightly. "Carol?"

Her eyes opened. "Mmmm..."

Herschel smiled down at her. "I just need to check on you."

Carol nodded as Herschel flashed the penlight in her eyes. She squinted against the sudden light.

Herschel patted her arm. "Everything looks fine. Daryl said you got sick earlier."

Carol nodded. "A little. I feel better now."

"Good," Herschel said. "Daryl's going to keep an eye on you which means waking you up every couple of hours. Not exactly pleasant but I want to make sure that you're okay."

"I understand," Carol said softly.

Herschel nodded and looked over at an anxious Daryl. "Let me know if she needs anything. She will be fine, son." Herschel patted his arm reassuringly.

Daryl nodded back as Herschel walked out. He looked over at Carol who's gaze was now fixed on him. "That my shirt?" Daryl asked even though he knew it was.

Carol sat up the blanket dropping from her shoulders. Daryl's sleeveless brown shirt hung baggy on her tiny frame, the vee in the front dropping well below her cleavage. "It was on the dresser from before when you were hurt. I was so hot. I can take it off..."

Daryl lurched forward as her hands crossed in front of her reaching for the hem of the shirt. "No! Its fine." Daryl face flooded with color if she lost the top he wasn't so such he would be stayin' vertical. Shit. It wasn't like he had never seen a naked woman. Hell, he had seen plenty. Of course most of them were Merle's assortment of girlfriends. Not exactly the classiest bunch. The thought of Carol naked was different maybe because they had gotten so close lately but it would just mean more and he knew it.

Carol patted the spot beside her on the bed.

Daryl swallowed hard.

Carol bit her lower lip. "Please..."

Daryl closed his eyes and tried to count to ten. Ten...nine...eight...fuck.

"Please," Carol implored.

Daryl's eyes opened and he looked over at her, looking at him with those blue eyes, biting that lip. "God, stop doing that." Daryl groaned.

"What?" Carol asked, innocently.

"That fuckin' lip thing. I can't..." Daryl shook his head.

"Why?" Carol whispered.

This was it. She was trying to kill him with that lip thing and that low fuck me voice.

"Daryl?" Carol slipped her legs down from the bed and stood up. She walked over a little unsteady on her feet, his shirt just grazing the top of her thighs. She stumbled a little before he caught her and her hands fisted in his shirt. "Did I do something? Are you mad?"

"God, no."Daryl whispered. "Carol..."

"I like you, Daryl Dixon." Carol whispered. "You make me feel...safe...secure...so good..."

Daryl thought he just might pass out with her spouting that shit in that whispery voice. He really needed her to stop. "Carol..."

"I just wanted you to know that you make me feel these things...I can't even describe it..." Carol stumbled over her words her blue eyes locked on his and she bit down on her lower lip again.

"Jesus Christ," Daryl growled. "I can't..." Daryl eyes dropped to her mouth his right hand tightened on her hip and his left hand slid up her lower back pulling her flush against his body. He lowered his head and brushed his lips just barely against hers. Soft. Silk. So fuckin' good. His head was spinning as his mouth hovered millimeters over hers. He wanted her. Bad. "More," he whispered lowering his mouth, again.

"More," Carol whispered back, lifting her mouth to his.

Daryl captured her upper lip between his easing her mouth apart. His tongue slid inside without prelude, caressing, rubbing, and playing along the length of hers. He slanted his mouth for better, fuck that, deeper access.

Carols hands let go of his shirt sliding upward to wind around his neck as she pressed forward locking her mouth and body to his.

Daryl groaned into her mouth completely unwilling to break away from the heated, heady deliciousness. His hands slid further down as he bent just a little sliding his hands underneath the back of her thighs. He grasped her there and picked her right up off the floor. Carol crossed her ankles at his back, fusing herself to him. Daryl stumbled forward seeking the bed his grip on her tight. God, how he wanted this, wanted her. It was fuckin' nirvana.

A/N: Story took a little different turn. Hope you still like it. Just how far will Daryl let this go given that Carol is on medications? And what happens when she comes out of her medicated state?