Hmmm, Daryl's well fed now and about to get off watch. Carol's got some plans but she forgot to factor in that Dixon's rarely follow the plans of others...

After leaving the tower, Carol busied herself cleaning her little kitchen area and setting out everything for breakfast the next morning. A 20 pound bucket of oats, several jars of jelly, and a can of coffee were stacked neatly next to the countertop. She smiled a little as she found the big bottle of honey she had used on Daryl's biscuits earlier and added it to the pile. It made her heart swell to be able to finally spoil him a little. She had forced herself to not dwell on how the Governor's men had acquired the supplies and focused on how she could use them for the man she loved. Daryl had put himself through so much just to keep the group fed, warm, and safe since they had left the farm. His pants had started to sag around his hips lately and his shirts had started to look too big. As far as she was concerned it was time to fix that. It was time he got to eat and sleep decently instead of going without both for the good of the group. Her mouth turned up in one corner as she finished her work, thinking of just what other ways she had of spoiling him.

Beth entered the room humming a tune to Judith in her arms, pulling Carol from her thoughts.

"Beth, honey, I can take Judith, I know you're tired. I'm almost finished in here." Carol offered as she set the last of the next mornings breakfast in place.

Beth smiled and shook her head. "No Carol, it's ok. I had Rick move her bed into mine and Daddy's cell for tonight. You and Daryl need your sleep." The girl ducked her head to blow kisses on the baby's belly as she tried to hide her reddened cheeks while she giggled out the last word.

Carol turned from the counter to face Beth fully and cross her arms across her chest. "Beth? What are you getting at?"

"Carol, everyone saw that Daryl had moved his things from the perch to your cell. And yesterday when he was crazy and you went out to the tower, Glenn started worrying that you had been up there so long. He and Maggie started out there and didn't get halfway before they heard you. Maggie told me they could hear you all the way down in the yard." The girl looked at the floor as she whispered, unable to meet the older woman's eye.

Carol dropped her face into her hands, totally embarrassed. After forcing her self to breathe normally she spoke. "Oh...My...God! Beth! Daryl would die if he knew that!"

"Well, he won't." the girl said, looking up. "Maggie told Glenn that if he dared to say something to him she would cut him off for a month. She did tell Rick and he made sure everyone knew to leave y'all alone."

Carol nodded, able to breathe a little easier. Beth added, "Maggie told me to let you know if you needed some of their..." she dropped her voice to a whisper for the rest "well...you know...to let her know. "

Carol sighed patted Beth's shoulder as she passed. "Tell her I said thank you, but that factory closed a long time ago."

Carol passed through the common area and up to their cell, now with renewed intent. Since she wouldn't have the baby tonight she would be able to make their first chance to share a bed special. Of course it couldn't be as athletic or passionate as their time in the tower had been. Their were just too many people in the cell block right now. But she could still make it memorable. She had work to do before midnight.

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Carol had finished up and slid under the covers about an hour before she heard Daryl making his way up the metal steps. She blew out the single candle she had been reading by and slipped her book under the bed a split second before he slid through the cell door and lifted the sheets she had hung across the whole front of the cell for privacy. For this to work it needed to be almost totally dark. Years of night time hunting and tracking had given him the ability to maneuver his way around in almost no light. She was counting on him not needing a candle to get ready for bed. She tried to relax and act like she was sleeping. Daryl slipped his bow off his back and then removed his vest, hanging it at the foot of the bunk. His leather sleeved shirt came next and then the bed shifted under her as he sat and removed his boots.

Carol knew she would never be able to convince him to sleep completely shirtless, no matter how much privacy they had. He would always feel like he had to be ready to jump up at a moments notice in case of danger to her or the group. There was no way he would ever risk anyone besides her seeing his scars. She was okay with that, just having him open up to her was more than she ever could have hoped for.

Daryl slid under the covers and began to murmur , "I know yer not asl..." he fell silent and his eyes narrowed as he touched her bare hip. He leaned over and hissed in her ear.

"What the HELL?!"

Her secret was out. She slid her naked body against his clothed one and bowed her head to his neck, tracing her tongue over the tender skin under his ear. Daryl stiffened and pulled her away just enough to bring her face back to see his. He made no move to speak this time, just giving his head a quick shake and jerked his chin at the door. No! Too many people too close!

She tried her best to give him a 'come hither' look while bringing her hand up to place her finger across his lips. She made a quiet "shhhhhhhh" sound and then moved her other hand to cup the growing hardness at the front of his pants. She was surprised the look Daryl leveled at her didn't peel the paint off the wall behind her head. He snatched the finger off his mouth and bent to her ear again.

"It ain't ME I'm fuckin worried about dammit! Your ass was loud the last time we did this."

Carol looked up at him pleadingly, pointed to her chest and then placed her finger over her own lips. I'll be quiet, I promise.

Carol quickly flicked open the button of his jeans and slid the zipper down. She slid her hand inside and gripped him firmly. He was already rock hard. Daryl stifled a groan and buried his head in her shoulder. He breathed "That's not fair, ya know I cain't think straight when you do that." That's exactly what she had been counting on. She had never taken charge like this before and was having fun. It was time to spoil her man a little more.

Carol scooted over to press herself against the wall and pushed Daryl to lie on his back next to her. She worked to unbutton his shirt and just pressed it open get herself access. Crawling over him to kneel between his legs in the darkness, she pressed wet kisses along his chest and then lower. She smiled to herself as she heard his breath grow faster as she neared his waistband. His hands were ghosting over her shoulders and upper back.

Carol knelt back a little and gripped the side of his waist band with her right hand and gave his leg a quick pat with the other. Lift up! He obliged her silent command with unsteady legs. It was clear he had realized what was about to happen. She stripped his jeans and under wear completely off to give herself room to work and dropped the clothes soundlessly into the floor. Continuing the path she had abandoned to deal with the barriers , Carol worked her way down to his throbbing member. She licked her lips and then slipped just the tip in her mouth.

Immediately Daryl's hand tightened in her hair almost painfully and she saw his other move above his head to grip the metal of the bunk frame. She didn't move knowing he needed some time to acclimate to the new sensation.

In a few seconds his hand loosened a little on her head and she dared to take more of him in her mouth. Carol already knew from her previous encounter with him that there was no way she was going to be able to take the whole thing but she took as much as she could and then circled her fist firmly around the base. She honestly had the same level of experience with this as he did, which was non-existant. Ed had always said only whores gave blow jobs. That was the last thing she felt like right now. This would be the only man she would ever do this for.

The taste of it surprised her. It was just like the rest of his body, just a little stronger and with a slight tang of salt. She loved it, just like she loved everything else about the man trembling beneath her. Carol tried to find a rhythm and soon Daryl was silently bucking up to meet her. She took her free hand and cupped his scrotum, then tugged gently. His hand tightened in her hair again and the click and then grind of his back teeth was evident in the darkness. His tell was already familiar to her. He was fighting not to come yet.

Suddenly she was being drug up the length of his hard body and she found herself nose to nose with a panting, sweaty, sexy mess of a man. She tried to twist out of his grip on her arms back down to what she had planned to finish but Daryl held her fast, his cock throbbing and bumping the inside of her thigh. After a few moments he swallowed hard, opened his eyes, and shook his head at her. She nodded back emphatically, disagreeing, and tried to twist back down again but he cupped her face to force her look at him and mouthed silently, "Not this time, ok?"

She nodded and would have pouted a little. But his expression changed. He had gained a bit of control again and was determined to use it. Daryl smirked up at her evilly. She could practically see the wheels moving in his head. Carol's stomach started to quiver. The plans she had for tonight were about to get deliciously derailed.