Author's Note: I'm back! And I bring smut! This one is for Bluemoonsandpinksuns that wanted Daryl to take Carol on a run. Let's just say it gives the would be couple a chance to get to know each other a little better! A big shout out to Peta2 and AtoIzzard for being my cheerleaders for this. Please keep submitting prompts. I only have a couple to write so I'd love some inspiration. Thanks for reading and let me know what you think!
XOXO Pamela
5. On the Run
Carol stirred from her slumber as she became aware of her name being quietly called. She groaned and flipped over onto her stomach, burying her face into her flat pillow. The calling became louder and then she felt a gentle nudge against her shoulder blade. "Go away," she mumbled, "I don't have breakfast duty this morning." The intruder then lightly massaged her shoulder. "Beth. Seriously. I have the day off. Just because you have magic fingers doesn't mean I'm going to help you with breakfast."
"Wow, magic fingers, huh? Maybe that's why I have such luck with farming then?" Carol scrambled to right herself and sit up when it was Rick's deep drawl that responded to her. Rick was perched on her bunk grinning at her obvious embarrassment.
Carol decided to take a new tactic and ignore his shit eating grin. "May I ask why I have the honor of a personal Rick Grimes wake up this morning? On my day off?" She said pointedly. She became even more aggravated by him when he wouldn't stop smiling. She had a mind to find a heavy object and bludgeon him with it.
"Well, I know you have been itching to go on a run and I finally got Daryl to agree to it." Carol's aggravation switched to pure joy. She had been dying to get out of the confines of the prison and prove her worth more than just as the group's domestic goddess. The realization that Daryl, the council member in charge of all the runs, agreed to let her participate frankly surprised her. Anytime she had broached the subject with the hunter, he would pitch a fit. She couldn't count how many arguments they had about it. One council meeting he had kicked a chair across the room and Hershel had chewed him out royally for his egregious display of temper. Carol refused to speak to him about it ever again and resigned herself to the fact she would never see past the outside of the fences.
"How in the hell did you get him to say yes? I've been trying for months and all I get is a migraine for my troubles." She got off of the bed to start getting on her clothes. She saw Rick eyeing her as she started to pull up her sleep tank. "Eyes on the wall, officer." He gave her a once over and took his sweet time in turning towards the wall. What that man could do with just his eyes. She waited until he complied before continuing. She got on her shirt and had kicked off her pajama bottoms and was reaching for her cargos when a shadow crossed the doorway.
"Oh shit, I'm sorry!" Daryl sputtered as he took in a half naked Carol bent over as she tried to slip into her pants. His eyes landed on Rick still dutifully facing the wall. "What in the motherfucking fuck? Rick! What the fuck are you doing in here while she's bare assed to the whole fucking world?" Carol's eyes widened as she took in the rage that flared across Daryl's face and she scrambled the rest of the way into her pants. She stepped in his way as he had started storming towards Rick, who had now turned and had his hands out in a placating gesture.
"Now Daryl, I was just telling Carol about the run today. I figured she and I will take the Hyundai and go to that little gated neighborhood you found near the river. We'll get what medical supplies and food we can and be back before sundown." Rick picked up Carol's jacket and motioned for her to stand in front of him so he could help her into it.
Daryl was stoic as he watched their little interchange. Then he sucked his teeth and looked Rick in the eye. "About that. I'm gonna go instead of you, Rick. Since you're kinda rusty with the whole supply run thing and all. I'll take Carol and the pickup. We'll get everything we can stuff into the truck. It'll take all day and I think it's best we lay low there for the night and just head back in the morning. That okay, Carol?" He shot her a look that bordered on possessive and all the moisture left her mouth and went directly to her pussy. She just nodded and started picturing serene, non erotic images so her body would stop throbbing. She was suddenly very horny and very ready to get out of the prison to distract herself from begging Daryl to take her right there in front of Rick.
She had come to terms with the depths of her feelings for Daryl. She loved him, she wanted him, she dreamt of him on top of her, inside of her all of the time. She spent nights alone in her cell touching herself quietly with his face, his smell, his body as her carnal inspiration. She was an expert at suppressing her emotions after long tortuous years with Ed so she pushed everything down and ignored her desires as best as she could. She wished she could just erase every needless emotion. The additions to the group helped distract her but Daryl was always still close and when he was close, her emotions would try to claw their way to the surface.
"Carol?" Rick's voice in her ear snapped her back to her present circumstance. "Do you feel comfortable enough for an overnight trip? It's up to you." She looked over her shoulder at him and narrowed her eyes at the hint of amusement on his face. "I'll make sure we get mealtimes covered."
"Sure. I'd do just about anything to get out of this place for a while. It'll be like a vacation to not have to deal with the hungry masses for once." She grabbed her backpack and shoved some necessities into it and then bent down to tug her shit kickers on. She slugged on her pack and turned to Rick and impulsively pecked him on the cheek. "Thank you for making this happen for me… and for the massage." She bit down a smile as she brushed past a dumbstruck Daryl and out the door. She heard him hiss something along the lines of a "fucking massage" and Rick's unintelligible calming tones responding to him. She let the smile she was holding in break free as she walked to where the truck was parked in the courtyard.
She sat patiently in the passenger seat as she heard Daryl heading to the truck, cursing under his breath. He wrenched the door open and flung himself behind the wheel, setting his crossbow in the space between them with a little more force than necessary. He rolled down the window and whistled to Carl and Glenn, who were manning the gate and the truck roared to life. He didn't acknowledge her as he drove through the gates and down the road, away from the prison. Carol watched the prison grow smaller and smaller in the sideview mirror. She leaned her head against the cool glass and just reveled in the scenery as it whizzed by. She could see Daryl sneaking glances at her often but chose not to engage with him at the moment. She knew he was not pleased that this run was happening at all and surmised the only reason he overrode Rick was so he could be in complete control of what she did on the run.
They rode in silence for close to an hour and Carol could see him fidgeting around, tapping his fingers on the steering wheel, fiddling with the CD changer, huffing loudly once in a while. He finally spoke up, breaking the silence with his gruff voice. "Hope you're happy now that you got your way. Seems like you've got Rick wrapped around your finger. He was determined to get you out of the prison."
Carol laughed loudly at his surly tone. "Got my way? I've been fighting with you for months to go on a run like most everyone has had an opportunity to do. I can't sit up in my ivory tower forever. I am strong and more than capable of contributing to this group and I damn well don't have to listen to you assuming I am only going because I batted my eyelashes at Rick so he'd fight my battles for me. If you'd get your head out of your ass and see that I am a valuable member to our group maybe you'd finally get it like Rick does." She kicked the floorboard with her boot. "Screw you, Daryl! I'm so tired of your shit!"
Daryl slammed on the brakes, causing Carol's seatbelt to lock up on her. They were right outside of a gated community that had a sign proclaiming it to be voted "Top 10 Friendliest Planned Communities". The gate was locked and in place and there were just two walkers milling around on the other side. Daryl put the truck in park and turned in his seat to face her. "Dammit, Carol, why do you have to be so fucking stubborn?"
She glared at him and unlatched her seatbelt, jumping down to the pavement. "That's ironic coming from you. Let's just get this done with and try to get back tonight, shall we?" She took out her knife and waited for one of the walkers to stumble towards the fence, where she took it out easily. She then unlatched the gate so Daryl could pull the truck through. The other walker came towards her before she could get the gate shut so she kicked it back with her foot and Daryl shot it with his crossbow. She got the gate secured and leaned against it, breathing heavily.
Daryl's frantic face appeared in her line of vision directly in front of her. He grabbed her arms and got nose to nose with her. "You okay?" She nodded at him, still trying to suck air into her lungs and he gave a snort of frustration. "This is why I don't want you on runs. You think you're some kind of superwoman. You scare the shit out of me." She wiggled out of his grasp and headed off for the first house, mentally going over what supplies she should concentrate on going after.
Several hours and a truck bed full of supplies later, they had finished scavenging from a half a dozen houses. It had been a successful hunt. They had found medicines, non-perishable foodstuffs, clothes, clean bedding, toiletries, a cornucopia of necessary items. They even brought back things that weren't so urgent. One house had bags of unopened candy and enough alcohol to drown a battleship full of sailors. Carol even found several boxes of unexpired condoms. When she walked out of the house towards the truck with her latex bounty, Daryl's eyebrows shot up to his hairline. "Somebody's going to be a very happy fellow. Got anyone special in mind? Gonna put Mr. Magic Fingers to the test?"
Carol couldn't fight the blush that swept across her face. "Very funny. I think I'm the last person that needs these. Condoms imply there's a man in my life that wants to have sex with me. These are going to all the others that are humping like rabbits at the prison. Although, I could save a couple and make balloons out of them. Judith could always use new toys to play with." She rolled her eyes and opened the truck door, shoving the boxes in her pack. She shut the door back and turned around to see Daryl just standing in front of the open door to the house, staring at her.
He set his crossbow into the foyer and strode straight to the truck. She moved to the side as he opened the door and yanked her pack out and started rifling through it. She began to protest, but words failed her when she watched him pull a single box of condoms out and shove it in his jacket pocket. He then slammed the door and swung around to face her. "Come with me." He growled at her and grabbed her hand and practically dragged her back to the house. Once they got inside the house he shut the door and locked it, never letting go of her hand. As soon as she heard the lock click she found herself up against the door with Daryl's hands now gripping her hips tightly. He slid his knee between her legs and the denim brushed her crotch. Carol's eyes nearly rolled completely backwards as the sensation rocked her literally to her core.
Her eyelids were fluttering as his knee made a maddeningly slow course back and forth between her legs. His large hands were fanned out over her small hips and his fingers spanned across to the small of her back. Her hands were flat against the smooth wood of the front door. She wanted to reach out, to touch him, to slide her hand under his shirt and feel his warm skin under her fingertips. She didn't dare move a muscle or say a word for fear he would disappear into a puff of smoke. She had to be hallucinating, the Daryl she knew would never push his hard body against hers and touch her so intimately. But it felt so real. She could feel him pressing into her belly, large and rock hard. Hot puffs of his breath warmed her face as he leaned into her. Her eyes were still closed when she realized his hands were no longer on her hips. He slid her jacket off of her slowly, his hands traveling a sensual course down her arms. His fingers started fiddling with the buttons on her shirt and Carol was overcome with the knowledge that this was not a figment of her imagination. It spurred her into action and suddenly she was all hands, shucking his jacket off unceremoniously and yanking at his belt buckle, eliciting a grunt from him when her palm pressed against his crotch for leverage.
"You're taking my pants off and I haven't even had the chance to kiss you yet." Daryl had managed to get Carol's shirt unbuttoned and it lay gaping open, her sensible bra exposed to his roaming fingers. Carol's hands stilled on his unzipped fly and it prevented his jeans from sliding off of his hips. She was gobsmacked at the thought of Daryl wanting to kiss her. She was certain this was simply going to be a quick release for both of them.
Carol tried to calm her shaking limbs as she finally looked Daryl in the eye. "What is this, Daryl? You feeling sorry for me? We are going from fighting to practically screwing against a door." She began to zip him back up but he reached down with one hand and stopped her.
He backed away from her two steps, zipping himself back into place. His swiped his face with his hands and gave a bark of frustration. "Fuck, this was wrong. I don't know what the hell I was thinking." He avoided her eyes, finding his boots suddenly the most fascinating thing in the room.
Anger and resentfulness boiled up in her. With a total lack of regard for her state of undress, she rifled through his jacket pocket and produced the box of condoms. She waved them around as she ranted. "So, we're not doing this then? I mean, why were we about to have sex in the first place? Do I look that stressed to you so you're throwing me a bone by getting me laid? Or are you afraid I may actually have my sights set on Rick and you can't stand the thought that you may not be the center of my fucking universe anymore?"
Daryl turned red and he snarled at her. "You really are a piece of work! I swear you are being thick on purpose just to piss me the fuck off. I'm not throwing you a bone. I finally nutted up and tried to do something about all this damn tension between us. I thought that was what we both wanted. To fucking stop all this tap dancing around what we've got going on and just do something about it."
Carol stomped over to him and took his hand and slammed the box into his palm. "I'm not clairvoyant, Daryl. Maybe instead of slamming me against a door and ripping my clothes off without a word exchanged, you could start with "Hey, Carol, remember when you asked me to screw around? Well, I'm ready, willing and able. I've got some condoms and a big ass erection. Let's do this shit." She exaggeratedly imitated him and then gripped her open shirt together when she realized it he was staring at her chest. He looked up at her and they both awkwardly laughed at the same time.
She began to button her shirt back up when Daryl interrupted. "Don't," he said in a low voice. He approached her once more and unbuttoned the two buttons she managed to get to. He laid his calloused hands on her stomach and moved them over her chest, grazing her nipples until he reached her shoulders. He slipped her shirt off and his fingers fiddled with her bra straps. She bit her lip as she looked at him standing in front of her, desire painted on his face. His lips twitched as he finally spoke again. "So, Carol, remember that night on top of the bus when you asked me to screw around? I'd really like to right now. I've got some condoms and kind of a semi hard on right now, but I figured you could help me out with that." He bent down and captured her lips in a sizzling kiss, his fingers pulling down her straps and then moving around to her back to unhook her bra. He didn't break the kiss as he took her bra off and flicked it onto the floor. His thumbs immediately found her hardening nipples, caressing them until she felt like she would melt into a puddle of ooze on the floor. Every nerve in her body was singing with rapture.
He dropped to his knees and his mouth went immediately to her breasts. He licked and sucked her while he worked on getting her pants off. She toed her boots off so he could pull off her cargos, her panties caught along with them. As soon as she lifted her leg to get the pants all the way off, he hooked it over his shoulder and one of his long digits discovered her slit. She moaned loudly and tangled her fingers in his shaggy mane, tugging slightly, causing him to grunt as he sucked her nipple. "Daryl, please, I need you in me now." She threw her head back and practically screamed as his mouth went from her breast to her pussy. There was nothing tentative in the way he tongued and sucked her. He gripped her thigh tightly as his tongue dipped inside of her, thrusting in and out, causing tremors to envelope Carol from head to toe. Her orgasm hit her like a nuclear blast, she was embarrassed at the sounds that spilled from her mouth as she came. She could feel Daryl smiling against her core as he lapped at her, causing her to squirm with the sensory overload.
Daryl drew his head back, placing a quick kiss on the inside of her thigh. His face was shiny with her wetness and she blushed. "You're blushing now?" he said as he licked his lips and stood up, steadying her still trembling body with a gentle hand. "You would think that would have happen before I made you scream my name. By the way, that was the hottest thing ever." He swooped in and kissed her and she felt an ache for him again as she tasted herself on his tongue. "I think it's time to use one of those condoms you found." His hands roamed all down her naked body and he scooped her up so her legs wrapped around his waist. He started walking them to the downstairs bedroom, kicking the door open with his foot. He dropped her on the bed, his body covering hers instantly, kicking off his shoes while removing his pants at the same time.
His prominent arousal was finally bared to her and her mouth watered and her pussy quivered at the sight of it jutting out hard and proud. She wrapped one small hand around it, marveling at its girth while simultaneously calculating just how she was going to fit him in. He was much larger than Ed and it had been years since she had felt male penetration. He was going to have to go so slow. She started to stroke his cock and Daryl groaned and bit her bottom lip. He fumbled with the condom box and she took her other hand and stilled his. "You don't need them."
His eyes widened in understanding and then darkened with pure desire as he captured her mouth for a deep kiss, growling into her mouth as he shifted them further back on the bed. She still had her hand wrapped around him and she could feel his precum dripping on her thumb as she brushed it against the tip. He pushed his hips forward and the head of his cock bumped her slick folds. His breathing had picked up significantly and his tongue was insistent in her mouth, exploring every inch. The crown pushed in past her lips and Daryl pulled back to stare her in the eyes. "I've gotta be inside of you. I can't wait any longer. I feel like I've been waiting for this forever." He slid the crown of his penis back out and then pushed in slightly further. His arms were shaking as he held himself above her. "I'm gonna go slow and try to make it good for you." He kissed her softly as he inched inside her. They both moaned into each other's mouth as he finally bottomed out, Daryl whispering out a passionate, "Fuck, Carol, you feel so good."
Carol had tears biting her eyes as she was overtaken by the intense feel of Daryl deep inside of her body. He wasn't moving yet, his hard cock just completely sheathed inside of her. She made a few moves up and down his hardness and he groaned loudly and his mouth found her shoulder and he began licking and sucking it. She cupped his ass and pushed him into her as far as he could go and her mouth brushed against his ear. "Fuck me, Daryl. I want to feel you come inside of me."
Those words were the catalyst for Daryl to unleash all of his pent up desire and passion. He began thrusting, tentatively at first, but as Carol's cries increased, he built up a strong rhythm. He would pull his cock almost all the way out before slamming back into her wetness again. The bed rocked and the headboard made a steady thumping sound against the wall, creating a staccato drumbeat for Carol's screams and Daryl groans and grunts.
Carol had her legs wrapped tightly around him as he rode her. The coiling heat was swirling through her and she could feel another climax approaching. "Oh God, I'm so close." She couldn't hold back the tear that slid down her face as the feeling of ultimate ecstasy ripped through her. She screamed his name and her hands dug into his hard ass.
Daryl pushed himself all the way in and began pumping inside of her with short, erratic thrusts. "Shit, I'm gonna come." He growled and she could feel jets of his hot seed bursting inside of her several times over. He kissed her hard, his sweat slicked forehead against hers. He cupped her face and the kiss went from bruising to soft and passionate as their heartbeats steadied and breathing evened out. He made no attempt to pull out of her, instead propping himself up on one elbow and smirked at her. "How was that?"
Carol was flushed from head to toe and she traced his cheekbone with one finger as she gazed up at him. "I think I am dead and am now in heaven. I never knew anything could feel like that. You are amazing." His smirk grew into a full out grin. She could feel him softening inside of her until he slipped out. They laid there together like that for close to an hour, kissing and stroking each other's skin wordlessly.
They must have dozed off for a while because when they stirred, it was pitch black outside. Daryl had his head on Carol's bare stomach and was caressing her thighs again. "I guess we are going to have to hunker down for the night." He pressed a kiss to her belly. "I can think of something we could do entertain ourselves." He rolled on top of her and she could feel the evidence of his tool of entertainment.
She opened her thighs so he could settle himself between her legs again and gasped as he slid right into her with no preamble. "You have brilliant ideas, Mr. Dixon." She grabbed his hair and tugged him down to her face so she could kiss him. The second time they had sex lasted much longer than the first. Carol discovered her new favorite position was when they were both on their knees, her back to his chest, with Daryl fucking her from behind. It gave him access to touch her clit while thrusting into her, and they climaxed together spectacularly. They took a break only to fully secure the house, go to the bathroom and eat a quick bite. They spent the rest of the night exploring every inch and orifice of their bodies and pleasuring each other in ways neither had experienced in their life.
When dawn broke, they were exhausted and utterly sated. They quickly washed with some jugs of water and ridiculously flowery body wash. Carol surprised Daryl by getting on her knees to wash him and their bath turned into an impromptu blow job, which Daryl enjoyed greatly if his vocalizations were any indication.
They secured the gate to the neighborhood before heading back to the prison. After all the intimate interaction the night before, daylight brought out the awkwardness once more. Carol bit her lip as she stared at the road ahead. The insecurity that would rear its ugly head every so often began to creep up. She swallowed hard and nervously looked over to Daryl. The doubt and insecurity melted in an instant when she saw the look of happiness and adoration on his face as their eyes met. She breathed out a sigh of relief and he reached out and clasped her hand in his. "I could see your mind working in overdrive, woman. No regrets." He intoned seriously.
Tears swam in her eyes for a moment as she nodded back at his, bringing his hand up and kissing the back of it. "No regrets. I've wanted this with you for as long as I can remember."
He gave her a soft smile. "I think I've wanted it longer. It's you and me now. I expect a repeat of that taste of heaven you gave me on a regular basis." He pulled the car over and shifted the gear into park. He turned his body to face her. "I'm in love with you." He said it bluntly and Carol's heart swelled.
She slid over to him and wrapped her arms around his neck. "It's about time you figured that out." Her smile was smothered by his mouth. The truck sat parked on the side of the road, windows steamed up and gently rocking, as the two lovers inside decided they could head back to their home a little later than planned.