Ch. 30

Daryl was now seven months pregnant.

And he was miserable.

Bored. Moody.

He wanted the baby out ASAP, but he still had two months to go.

The worst part of it all was being stuck in the nurses station.

Sure, it was nice there. The mattress was comfortable and there was a lot of fresh air. He was given fresh food and water and three meals a day and even snacks if he wanted, but he missed his freedom.

He also missed being able to see his fricking feet. His stomach was huge now.

"I feel like a fucking cow," he said to Carol, one day.

She visited him constantly, bringing news of how she was setting up their home. Two of the men from Fe had helped to build a bassinet, and she'd stitched together a nice quilt for the baby.

Carol had also met another woman who had taught her how to crochet, and so she had begun making baby outfits as well.

"You're not that big," Carol replied.

Daryl frowned.

"Come on. I look like I swallowed a… a beach ball, or somethin'. And there's still two more months to go! This kid's gonna be huge. At least, I hope it's mostly from the baby." Daryl wasn't overly vain, but having been fit his entire life, being big made him nervous. He wondered if he would be able to lose the weight he'd gained once the baby was born.

"You do not," Carol said, leaning in to peck him on the lips. "You look just fine to me."

Right then, Marco called out to them.

"Do you need anything else, Daryl?"

"I'm good," Daryl called back. He was the sole permanent resident of the nurses station, and was left to sleep alone at night. The sun was setting, so Marco and the others were about to leave.

"Okay then. Just holler if you need anything."

By that, Marco meant literally holler. He lived directly next door to the nurses station.

"Will do. G'night, doc."

"Good night!"

Daryl and Carol heard the door to the station close. They were alone now.

00

Daryl and Carol had never consummated their relationship.

There'd been the whole thing at the college, with him finishing prematurely, then with the Governor attacking, and then with Rick being sick. And then, Daryl was put on bed rest.

Much of those were excuses though. Had they wanted to, they could've gotten in some 'sexy time' somewhere along the line.

The truth was that Daryl was still afraid. Especially now, with his body the way it was.

The stars came out in the sky and Carol laid her head upon Daryl's chest, hand resting on his belly.

"I love you, you know."

Daryl nodded.

"I love you too."

The two shared a quiet, romantic moment. Then Carol began to kiss Daryl's neck. He groaned as her lips touched his skin, feeling warm and soft. He groaned even louder when she reached down between his legs and took hold of his cock, which was already half hard.

"You think you're ready?" Carol asked, before biting his lower lip.

"Mmm…" Daryl sighed.

He wasn't exactly feeling sexy, but it was clear enough that Carol still found him attractive.

"I think so," he replied, arching his back as Carol lowered herself down.

She pulled off the scrub pants he was wearing and wrapped her lips around his cock, starting off with a blow job in much the same way she had before. Only this time, when he was fully hard, she stopped.

She quickly undressed herself and moved back on top of him, straddling him. With one hand, she guided his cock to her hole.

"Ohh," Daryl moaned, as he felt himself enter her. It was so warm and tight. He told himself not to come. He wanted to enjoy this, at least for a few minutes.

"I'll go slow," she whispered.

She tugged at his shirt - it was a large tshirt that someone in the village had donated to him - hoping to pull it off, but he stopped her.

Rolling her eyes, she gently pushed his hand down.

"I love you and I want to see you," was all she said, before proceeding to take his shirt off.

Daryl closed his eyes as she did this, some small part of his mind still terrified that she might find him disgusting. He only opened them when he felt her hands on his sides, and her lips planting kisses on top of his stomach.

"You look fine," she told him, smiling when he finally made eye contact with her.

"Thanks," Daryl mumbled.

Carol sat back and began to slowly move up and down, occasionally leaning in to kiss her lover.

To Daryl's surprise, he ended up lasting a couple of minutes. It was only when Carol squeezed her muscles tightly around him that he came.

In the end, he was panting, muscles tensed but in a good way. Carol climbed off of him in search of a towel or something to clean herself up with.

When she returned to Daryl's side, he was once again wearing his scrubs, but he had a smile on his face. While the act had physically felt wonderful, he also felt like he and Carol had connected on a deeper level.

"So that's what making love feels like?" He asked, as she sat back down near him.

Carol grinned.

"Yes. Did you like it?"

"I did."

"Good," she kissed him on the lips, "Because I liked it too."