Author's Note: EEK! I am so excited about the overwhelming response I got for part 1! The new follows, favorites and reviews make me smile. I am working on one prompt, but I still am open to ideas, so if anyone wants to see anything, message me! We all need Caryl in our lives right now since the show has been so cruel.

Without further ado, the second part of our story begins and let the lovin' begin...THIS CHAPTER IS RATED M

Thank you for reading!

XOXO Pamela

3. Gossip Part 2

She slid her palm into his and with a yank, he pulled her off the bed and into his chest. He chuckled as he wrapped his other arm around her and her breasts rubbed against him. "Sorry, I got a little enthusiastic." He smiled at her then and it warmed her from the inside out. He let go of her hand and cupped her cheek as he pulled her to his lips. Their second kiss blew the first one out of the water. It wasn't long before he licked her bottom lip and she moaned in response. He took the opportunity to slide his tongue into her waiting mouth and the warm feeling bloomed to an all consuming fire.

Her hands went to his shirt buttons and she struggled with the tiny objects. She started tugging at his shirt, hoping the garment would open by sheer will. Daryl laughed against her mouth as he broke their connection long enough to yank his shirt off and toss it over his shoulder. He then took her hands and slid them slowly down his bare chest to his belt buckle and even lower. "Oh, God." She groaned lustfully as she felt for herself just what she was in store for.

"Fuck," Daryl growled, "why do you still have clothes on?" She pulled her cardigan off and when her hand got caught in a sleeve, they both laughed as she unsexily yanked it off. He grabbed her face and cut off her giggles with a searing kiss. She was momentarily distracted, but went back to the task of peeling off her clothing. She kicked off her shoes and Daryl lifted her blouse up and over her head. She was left in a bra and her khakis. He kissed his way to the valley between her breasts and Carol felt the throbbing between her thighs amplify. She weaved her delicate fingers through his hair and tugged a little. Daryl hissed in response and then pulled a cup down and his mouth found her nipple. His hands fumbled with her bra strap and he finally released her breasts from their confines. His mouth went back to work on her newly exposed nipple and Carol felt her knees shake.

Daryl walked them back towards her mattress and when the back of her knees hit her bunk, he softly pushed her onto it. He ran his hands all over her and she arched into his touch. "Still have clothes on." He huffed and trailed his fingers over each breast before running down her stomach to the button of her pants. He unbuttoned them and pulled them down slowly, making sure her panties went with them. Carol suddenly felt so exposed, even in the darkness of her cell, and attempted to close her legs. He shot one hand between them and the pressure of her shutting her thighs together put him right at her sweet spot. A loud moan escaped before she slapped her hand over her mouth to muffle it.

Daryl huffed a laugh as he moved his fingers up and down her center. "I see someone is an eager beaver." She squealed his name but it was still muffled behind her hand. "Why don't you take my pants off before those old biddies hear us and try to come in here and give their commentary." Her hand came off of her mouth and he took it and directed it to his fly. "Touch me." He growled at her and she was certain she would have an orgasm before she could even get his dick inside her. She unzipped him and slid his pants off of him, her hands sliding over his muscular ass before running down the backs of his thighs. She came face to face with the object of her desire and it was everything she could have hoped for and more. She unconsciously licked her lips and Daryl smiled. "Like what you see?"

She reached her hand up and her fingers brushed the shaft. "I love it." She purred. Where did this siren version of herself come from? She almost smiled at that thought but decided to put her money where he mouth was, or her mouth where the money shot was. She slid her mouth over him and almost wept with joy at the groan of pure pleasure that emanated from Daryl. It had been so long since she went down on someone but she knew with enough saliva, movement, enthusiasm and desire any blowjob is considered a great one. Daryl certainly seemed to think so as his hands clutched her hair and pulled her face closer to him so he slid deeper into her mouth. He was large and she calmed her gag reflex as he pressed all the way back, humming along his shaft, letting the vibrations help her performance. She could her his heavy breathing and his moaned curses as she moved him in and out.

She pulled him out with a sloppy pop and dared to move her mouth to his sac. She almost fell off the bunk when he let out a mumbled tirade of erotic vocabulary as her tongue caressed the silky skin. He stopped her oral explorations with his hands on her shoulders. "Carol…Jesus…so fucking good…can't wait." He kicked his pants off that had pooled at his ankles and lowered her body flush to the mattress. He was panting and his eyes were brimming with lust. He looked like it was taking everything in him to keep from pounding into her with everything he had. She prayed he failed. Every nerve in her body throbbed to feel him fill her up over and over. As he held himself over her, his cock rock hard against her belly, the pure lust in his eyes softened and filled with something warm and vulnerable. He brushed his nose against hers. "You know I have imagined this probably a thousand times? None of those fantasies can compare to the real thing." His adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed. "This is more than I could have hoped for." He kissed her softly as he slid into her. Her hand reflexively cupped his ass and urged him forward until he was sheathed inside her completely. He gasped into her mouth as her synapses fired wildly from the intense pleasure.

They didn't talk, just kissed frantically as they moved together, awkwardly at first and then found a toe curling rhythm. Daryl had one hand grasping her naked hip tightly and the other massaging her breast. He ceased his thrusts for a moment and shifted them so he was on his knees and she was straddling his lap, still impaled on him. "Daryl," Carol gasped as the change in angle hit all the right places, "I love you." She didn't mean to say it, she had been repeating it in her mind from the moment he entered her. Her hips stopped moving as the realization washed over her.

Daryl pressed her down on his cock while he rolled his hips up. She opened her eyes wide as her mouth gaped open in a silent scream. He grasped her face with both hands and looked her in the eye. "I love you, too." He started thrusting harder and harder until she couldn't hold back and she climaxed fiercely, smashing her open mouth to his so he could contain her orgasmic moans. He didn't relent, driving into her with wild abandon as she experienced a series of aftershocks in her pussy. He then gave one final deep thrust and she felt his heat as he came inside of her. He was covered in sweat and as he struggled to catch his breath, he smiled. "We're doing that again as soon as I stop wheezing." He kissed her again as he laid them back down on the mattress so they could try to control their breathing. He pulled out of her and shifted so he was on his side next to her on the bunk while she was on her back. He brushed strands of her hair off of her sweaty brow.

Even after having mind blowing sex with the man she loved and hearing him say he loved her back, Carol felt nervous. She worried he had been in the throes of passion when he told her he loved her and would decide he wasn't ready for anything serious. She tried to keep her face impassive but something must have triggered his sharpened senses.

"Hey." He gently grabbed her chin and turned her face towards him. "Where are you running off to?" he moved his fingers and used one to tap her forehead softly to emphasize his point. "I thought we are supposed to bask in the afterglow of our lovemaking. Or so they say." He smiled, just the hint of teeth peeking out. "Love you, woman."

"You mean it?" Carol managed to get out. Daryl nodded his head and kissed her deeply. When he pulled back from the kiss, he frowned when he saw her tears. "No, Daryl, I'm fine. These are happy tears. You make me so happy." She rolled herself on top of him and showed him just how happy he made her, over and over, all night long.

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He never left her bunk that night and she woke up at dawn wrapped up in a very naked and very aroused Daryl Dixon. He peeked one sleep-filled eye open at her while he prodded her naked body with his erection, grasping it with his hand so he could slide it against her opening. She nodded at him and he slipped into her from behind. He let go of his cock and used both of his hands to knead her breasts as he lazily pushed in and out of her. She submitted to the carnal feeling and soon she was coming hard. He followed just seconds after, sucking on her neck so hard. As he softened inside of her, he nuzzled her and stroked her stomach with his fingers, occasionally brushing the light downy hair above her mound.

Carol was astounded at his extraordinary behavior. Who would have thought Daryl Dixon would be a cuddler? She had spent copious amounts of time alone in the dark of her cell imagining just how good being with Daryl could be, but the real flesh and blood man beat her masturbatory fantasies hands down. She simmered contentedly in the feeling for a few more minutes before the light filtering in under her makeshift curtain alerted her to the hour. "Daryl," she softly elbowed him as he had fallen back into a post-coital snooze, snoring lightly against her neck. "I need to get showered and go make breakfast or we'll have half of the prison in here within the hour." She attempted to free herself from her delectably naked captor but he just grunted and tightened his hold on her. She could feel his cock stirring against the globes of her ass and she rolled her eyes at his stamina. From her count, they had had sex five times last night and once more this morning. Although she adored the thought that he wanted her so much, her body was begging her for a break. "No way, Romeo. We are not teenagers. I'd like to see you explain to Hershel why you have friction burns on your man parts. Come shower with me and then I'll fix you a hearty breakfast. I know I worked up an appetite." She finally freed herself and kissed him sloppily before hopping out of the bed.

He watched her as she dressed, looking smug and naked as the day he was born. "Hershel would pat me on the back, tell me it was about damn time and then we'd smoke a celebratory cigar. Who needs little blue pills when I've got that damn fine ass inspiring me?" He grasped his hard on. She guffawed when his sexy squint turned into a grimace as he found out just how much activity his happy member had endured. "Don't fucking laugh. You're the one walking around your cell like you just rode a horse for a hundred miles straight."

"Well, you ARE a stallion, lover." She retorted and tossed his clothes at him so he could get dressed. "I'll go get showered now. You can sneak out after me and if you're nice enough, I might give you a therapeutic rubdown to certain body parts in the shower." She blew him a kiss and slipped out of the cell, her steps light as she headed for the showers. Blessedly, no one was in there at that time of the morning, and when Daryl joined her a few minutes later, she gave him the promised rub down and more.

They went their separate ways after the shower so Carol could get breakfast started and Daryl could go to his cell and get fresh clothes. She was standing in front of the grills of the outdoor kitchen, getting breakfast prepared for the masses, when the gossip queens of the group sat down at a nearby table. "Good morning, ladies!" Carol flashed them a brilliant smile.

"Well, aren't you a cheery beauty this morning," exclaimed Miss Effie, "Seeing you smile like that suits you, my dear." Mrs. McLeod and Mrs. Sawyer nodded enthusiastically in agreement and soon Carol could only hear murmurings as the ladies chatted with each other.

Carol was lost in getting the food together and didn't hear Daryl sneak up behind her. "Smells good. I'm starving. All that activity has me hungry as hell." He brushed up against her deliberately as he reached for the bowl she had prepared for him. "Say Carol, Rick wants me to clear out some of the admin building and I was wondering if you'd like to help. There's some things over there I'd like to show you." He cocked an eyebrow at her.

She couldn't contain the slight blush that tinged her cheeks at the thought of just what he wanted to show her. She imagined all sorts of dirty scenarios before she could stop herself. "Sure," she stuttered, "ummm, I'll be there after I clean up."

"No, Carol, you go on ahead. We'd be more than happy to clean up for you." Mrs. McLeod called over from her table, obviously as engrossed in the conversation as Carol was. "You go and help Daryl, dear." She smiled sweetly, Mrs. Sawyer and Miss Effie grinning conspiratorially behind her.

"Thank you!" Carol answered gratefully. "You ladies are wonderful. Aren't they, Daryl?" She nudged him and he grunted grumpily. "Give me ten minutes, okay?" She asked him, bumping her hand against his stealthily. He gave her a look that would melt steel, and as he walked away, he brushed her ass with his hand.

A chorus of gasps erupted from the trio at the table and as Daryl passed by, he stopped in front of them. "Just so you know, I got 20/20 vision. Best remember that." He shot a meaningful look towards Carol and left the ladies stunned, smiling and speechless, for once.