Just a kinda smutty little thing I needed to get out of my head after I saw the Season 4 trailer. I couldn't write on my AU 'Country' until I released some of my Season 4 feels. I can write a part two to this if you guys want, to finish it out. Review and let me know!

WARNING: At this point do I have to post warnings? Guys, it's BDSM. Somebody's gonna be in charge, people are gonna inflict pain. As usual, both are obviously consenting with the sub urging the dominant on verbally.

Carol lifted the blanket of their cell, throwing her set of gate keys on Daryl's chest where he slept on the top bunk.

"Wake up, sunshine!" she crowed cheerily.

His only answer was a crude hand gesture, not even opening his eyes. She just chuckled and went over to the bunk, shaking it with her shoulder against the metal next to where his head lay.

"Dammit, why ya gotta be all cheery and shit?" he grumbled, sitting up and running a hand over his face. He motioned for his cigarettes but Carol already had them and his lighter in her hand. She tossed them to him and he caught them deftly despite still seeming half asleep. He lit one before sliding down from his bunk and then headed straight for Carol where she bent over, rummaging through their shared clean clothes basket. Daryl hesitated, cocking his head to the the side for a second, making sure he didn't hear anyone else up and about. He and Carol were always the first ones up but it didn't hurt to check. He didn't hear anything so he proceeded to hook one arm around her waist, pulling her up against him. He took the cig from his mouth with the other hand, holding it away from them just in case she jumped.

She didn't, just relaxing against him as he ground his morning wood against her ass. An ass that had grown even more lovely over the past winter, as had her titties with the addition of the Woodbury supplies.

"Down boy. You're due at tower one in ten minutes."

"Fuck." Daryl grunted, still not stopping his motions.

"Nope, not right now sorry." Carol reached up and tugged on his now longer hair. Daryl brought his mouth to her neck nipping her before licking a trail up to her ear. "Bet I can make ya come and still make the tower on time."

Carol wiggled against him and he groaned. "Eight minutes now Dixon. And that includes me and you walking the fence so I can report off all of last nights activities."

He let her go at that. "What fuckin activities? Ya know if shit goes down ya 'sposed ta come get me."

She turned around and shook her head. "Just more walkers. Groups. I'll explain down there. Get changed." Carol thrust his day clothes into his hands. He began to change out of his sleep clothes, a wife beater and an old pair of pants, into his day clothes. Carol just stood, propped on the corner of the cell. He griped as he changed, despite knowing she was watching him.

"This goddamn new watch schedule is fuckin ridiculous." Daryl hissed, careful to keep his voice down. "We ain't fucked in over two days."

Carol made a pouty face and walked over to him. "Aw, poor baby. Is the equipment going to dry up and fall off?" Daryl finished buttoning his shirt and grabbed her, turning to pin her against the wall, his hips grinding into hers.

"This feel like it's dryin up, woman?" He ducked his head to kiss her searingly. When he finally pulled back she was flushed and it made him feel smug.

"I think you're fine for now." Carol held up her arm and looked at the watch he had gotten her on the last run. "Six minutes, now you have to eat breakfast while we walk the fence." He let her go and ran his hand through his hair. Carol slipped from between him and the wall, snagging the leather jacket he'd been wearing all winter and throwing it to him. He slipped it on with a scowl while she grinned.

"I think Rick has us fuckin figured out. That's why he did that damn rotation like that."

Carol shook her head and giggled. "You really think he has?"

They had been sleeping together for over eight months now, since right after Woodbury moved in. The, well, really dirty stuff had started a couple months after that. Daryl looked down at the marks on his wrists from the rope they had used last time. It had taken him forty some odd years to figure out he was a dirty fucker. And Carol was up for any damn thing he suggested. They were still hiding their relationship right now and that was just fine for both of them. Neither was big on public displays of affection. He told her he cared by the kills he brought her in the kitchen, by cleaning her gun and sharpening her knife. She washed his clothes and worried over every little cut and bruise he acquired. Every bruise except the ones she made, she didn't worry about those at all. She had matching ones on her body. They both had been forged in pain in the old world, now they found their release in it, just a little, enough to magnify the pleasure into ecstasy.

Here he was thinking about fucking ecstasy and he had to go sit in damn Tower One for eight hours with nothing but his right hand to keep him company.

"Fuck yeah he knows. Why else would he have us on opposite shifts over half the time. Thinks he's all funny and shit." Daryl grabbed the bow and slid it over his shoulder.

"If that's so, maybe he thinks you fight better when you're sexually frustrated."

"Then I'm the best goddamn walker killer in America right now. Come on." He slapped her ass as he passed her, picking up the blanket to step out. They made their way down to the kitchen side by side, not touching or belying their true relationship. Daryl grabbed one of the bowls off the counter and gave it a look before meeting Carol's eyes. Her being on night watch meant someone from Woodbury had made the food.

"Daryl," she leaned over and whispered. "It's just roast tenderloin. Hard to mess up."

"Still ain't as good as yores." he whispered back before pinching a chunk off and shoving it in his mouth. He grimaced, yep, definitely not as good as hers. It would keep his belly from growling before lunch though. He followed her along the fence line, eating as she gave him the report.

It was getting worse, just like it had been all month. There were dozens at tower three, and they didn't come as stragglers anymore. Always herds, sometimes big ones sometimes smaller, but always herds. She stopped and they stood side by side as she finished up. Daryl looked around, making sure they were alone in the secluded corner of the yard before tearing off a piece of the meat and holding it up in front of her. Carol raised an eyebrow and leaned over, taking it with her mouth, pausing to suck the tip of his finger hard. Before she let go she bit him, not hard but not soft either, just the way she knew he liked it elsewhere. Daryl took in a breathe sharply but didn't pull away until she released him.

"You'll pay for that bite." he husked deeply.

Carol just smirked up at him. "Promises promises."

"Promises my ass. I got a length a fuckin rope with your name all over it."

"I'll believe it when I see it Dixon. You're getting brave though, letting me suck on your finger in the yard."

"Ain't brave, I'm just fuckin horny." he groused.

Carol laughed then and took the bowl after he finished with the food. She looked around for a second before returning the swat on the ass he gave her in their cell before she made her way inside to sleep.

Daryl stalked to Tower One. This was going to be one long ass day.

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Daryl really tried not to roll his eyes as Karen asked him another stupid question. He had reported off already. Walkers, walkers, and, oh yeah, some more fuckin walkers. She smiled up at him and stepped a little too closely into his personal space. He leaned back and scowled at her, hoping she would take the hint. She had been trying to push up on him for the last two months and he had done everything except tell her outright he wasn't interested. Wasn't but one woman in this prison who was into the same shit he was.

Hell, if Karen knew half the stuff he liked in bed (and in the tombs, the showers, the motorpool, and everyone of the watch towers) she'd run screaming. Carol just begged for more. Maybe they should leave some of their stuff for Karen to find, wouldn't that be a pisser. Most of it couldn't be identified as sex stuff, though, by itself. A length of good strong rope, a pair of hand cuffs, a couple of strong eye bolts he drilled into one wall of a solitary cell a couple months ago when he got a free minute. He could always leave the rope hooked up in the bolts though. And the whip. That mother fuckin whip. He had made that two months ago, out of some buckskin. Carol had looked at him like he was crazy, even after he had told her he worked on it for a week during his time in the guard tower.

Daryl had tested it over and over, making it small so it would be balanced for Carol's hand. He had worked the buckskin strips, getting them just soft enough so they wouldn't leave permanent marks while still being stiff enough that it had a good sting to it when used properly. He had tested it over and over on his own forearm as he worked to make sure it was perfect. Then he knotted the strips randomly, to give it a little extra bite. And bite it did, holy fuck, the first time he convinced Carol to use it on him, Daryl came so hard he screamed himself hoarse down in that solitary cell they used. Actually, it really wasn't a whip, it was a cat o'nine tails, if they wanted to use the correct term. Daryl knew that much. He didn't care, they just called it the whip.

"What?"

Daryl's head snapped up. "Huh?"

"You said something? Sounded like cattails or something?" Karen asked, still in his personal space.

Daryl felt the blush coming. He might be a dirty fucker in private, but he was still painfully shy. "Nothing. Just tired I guess. I need ta go in and get to bed." He pushed past her, going in, but sure as shit wasn't about to go to bed. Carol should have woke up an hour ago.

Daryl walked into the kitchen and Beth was washing dishes while Lil' Asskicker slept in her playpen. He looked down at her as he passed. The little thing was growing every day and that was something in this fucked up world they lived in now.

"Ya seen Carol?"

Beth looked over her shoulder at the battery operated clock Herschel had insisted they put up on the wall. "Yeah. She's teaching the girl's knife class in the library. Should be done in about an hour."

Shit, he had forgot about that. She had been all excited about it last night. Carol was the best one to be teaching it, that's for sure. She had become the best one in close quarters with a blade, besides him. And that was close, she had almost bested him a time or two during practice. He had more power but she was nimble, flexible. Daryl nearly lost his train of thought again as he remembered just how flexible she could be.

An hour, a goddamn hour. What was he supposed to do till then? Daryl thought as he climbed the steps to their cell. He could always get everything ready, make it so once he had her they were good to go. If someone had seen the smirk Daryl had on his face as he headed down into the tombs with a coil of rope, they would have thought he had been possessed by the devil himself.

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Carol hummed to herself as she stowed the box of knives with the rest of the school supplies. The girls had done really well, especially with the safety portion, which had been the major part of today's lesson since it was the first one on those weapons. She took one last look around the library before she closed the blinds to the natural day light to leave. The prison was truly becoming a home now. If only they could figure out why the walkers were getting worse and how to stop it. Also, several people had gotten ill, enough that Herschel had decided it would be best to quarantine the sick.

Carol tried to push those thoughts out of her head as she headed back to the cell block. Daryl should have gotten off an hour ago, would be waiting and ...

She didn't have time to finish the thought before she was jerked into a side hallway. A arm was like an iron band around her waist while a rough hand clamped down over her mouth to silence her scream of surprise. She found herself thrust against a cinder block wall with what felt like another wall of granite pushing against her back and a rough voice growling in her ear.

"Told ya I'd pay ya back for that fuckin bite."

Carol grinned under Daryl's hand a second before he pulled it away from her mouth. "Took you long enough, I thought you'd grab me in the library."

"Nah. Figured there'd be some pissed parents if a little kid saw what the teacher was like when she wasn't teachin."

Carol giggled and twisted in Daryl's hands as he swept his scruff along her neck, giving her chill bumps. "If that's payback, then you're getting soft."

Suddenly his hard cock was grinding into her ass, even more insistent than that morning. "That feel soft ta you?" he hissed. "You've been gettin sassy lately. I'm gonna have ta find somethin ta fill that pretty mouth of yours."

"Better be careful, I bite."

Daryl slapped her ass hard then and Carol moaned. No fair, that was cheating. She knew the odds were she had gotten him tickled, and he smacked her ass to keep from having to talk. True to form, even during dirty sex, Daryl Dixon preferred action to words. She was swept away from the wall and then hitched up over his shoulder without even a grunt. They might have gained a few pounds with the additions to their stores, but all his had been pure muscle, he was stronger now than ever. Her head hung down his back, bobbing, as he stalked off down the dark hallway. She didn't mind at all, having learned after the first couple of times he carried her like this that it gave her wonderful access to his glorious ass.

Carol snaked her hand down between his waistband and skin and laughed.

"Daryl, you had underwear on this morning, what happened?" she teased.

"Got rid of it 'fore I came down here. Now shut the fuck up."

She let her hand continue on and slide down over his ass. God, the way those muscles bunched and moved when he walked. If she wasn't mistaken, she should have left a pretty good bite mark on the left cheek, the last time they were together, right about THERE. Carol pinched the spot hard and Daryl's step faltered.

"Fuckin HELL WOMAN!"

He didn't set her down, just turned his head and bit down on nearly the same spot on her. Even through her jeans it hurt enough to make her yelp.

"OW!"

"Serves ya right, ya goddamn hellcat."

He took a few more steps before she asked. "We headed to the playroom?"

"Yep."