AN: hey guys. I am in a major writer'sblock. I am trying to work through. This chapter isn't the best just trying to get back in a groove. :)

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Chapter 17

"Just Breathe." She whispered from behind him, her palm flat on his back as he took steadying breaths.

He had his hands against the window sill. Watching the two cars, trailing up his long driveway. It was late, close to ten pm, but when Daryl had explained to Rick what his dream had encompassed, he'd gone silent. For a long moment then said he would call him back in a few moments.

A few moments ended up being three hours and in the meantime Carol had woken and he had explained what he had saw, and what he had done.

She had beckoned him back to the couch, her grin was filled with a seductive ease that she didn't even know she possessed. Everything about Carol was natural, unforced. There was no show or putting on airs.

She was still naked curled under a throw he kept in the office more for show. She sat up holding the throw to her breast. He loved the fact that after everything that had passed between she was still a little bit shy.

He sat down on the couch and she straddled his lap with the blanket wrapped around her.

She'd pressed her forehead to his and stared into his eyes. "I'm so proud of you."

"They are gonna say I'm a freak...or worse." He sighed. "Once my mama, she told me a story about her Daddy. He saw in his dreams... a man being murdered. He knew all the details. He knew who did it. He went to the police, and they arrested her daddy. He went to jail. Her family lost everything. They became dirt poor. That's why.." He paused.

"That's why she married your daddy." Carol whispered.

"Yeah"

She cupped both her hands on his cheeks. "You're a good man Daryl, and what happened to your grandpa was a shame. But it won't happen to you. There's all kinds of advancement in DNA and evidence and stuff." She grinned and bite her lip "And if worse comes to worst I'm your very own iron clad alibi." She paused for dramatic effect. "They'll never break me." She hissed in a high pitch whisper.

He let out a snort and lowered his face to her neck as he chuckled. His hands and sliding along her bare back.

He nipped at her neck "I don't want to start something I can't finish. Waiting on that call." He groaned.

"Ok" she made a move to get up, but he stopped her.

"Can we just stay here though?" He whispered.

"Sure"

She wrapped her legs around his waist, and lay her head along on his chest with the blanket wrapped around the two of them. The sat skin to skin for an hour, as his fingers trailed up and down her back waiting for the phone to ring.

Rick had called back and asked to meet, he knew it was serious when he had asked if they could drive out tonight.

Carol walked even closer. Pressing her cheek to his back. "I'm very proud of you." She said her voice soft and hoarse. "Do you want me to leave, while you talk to them?" She asked.

He grabbed her hand pulling it up to his chest. She still doubted her own worth sometimes. It had been ingrained in her mind, by that bastard.

"If you don't mind...stay. I want you're opinion on all of this and ..." He paused.

"And.." She prodded and he brought his face back down to her neck.

"And it helps...when you're near. "