A/N:
-This chapter is somewhat informational and partially intertwined with the comic. Also, a bit of a lemony/lime treat at the end that still has me blushing...
-Thank you everyone so far that has been reviewing, and enjoying the story with me. Your feedback fuels me and is my drive to keep me going!
Disclaimer: The Walking Dead and its characters are sadly not mine to own. Only Clyde.
The day had come where Douglas called upon Rick and his team ready to finally discuss occupations for everyone.
He had them all meet at his home in the morning where they all shared a breakfast meal, where he then proceeded to meet individually with each of them in his makeshift office. As they would all go in one by one, Regina, his wife, would hand out refreshments to the others that sat waiting in the living room. Rick went in first, although his role in the community had already started coming into play more with each day.
In the days since their arrival, the sheriff would often be seen with Douglas randomly; usually the two would be in deep conversation. It was becoming apparent that Douglas had grown fond of Rick, and naturally took a respectable liking to him due to his praiseworthy leadership and political skills. The fact that Rick has been able to keep as much of the group alive through such harrowing conditions for as long as he has, was astounding to Douglas; and with a baby no less. He found himself gravitating heavily towards the ex-cop, often drawing forth courage and strength through his knowledge that seemed beyond his years, and level headed thinking.
Unbeknownst to others, Douglas was grimly aware of his control steadily slipping over his people even before the group's arrival, but was somehow comforted with the realization that if anything were to happen to him or he'd have to step down from his position, he'd be more than safe knowing it were Rick to pave the way for his people.
So that was how Rick found himself playing the part as Douglas' right-hand man. Second in command.
Abraham took a particular interest to the town's construction team, and offered great promise in helping strengthen their walls and keeping Alexandria a safe place. Surprisingly, he was joined by Tara, who wanted to show her potential in helping maintain the sanctuary, and together they joined the construction crew headed by a man named Tobin, seemingly one of the only hardened men in the ranks of the Washington community.
Father Gabriel will be practicing his ministry in the town's church offering light into the lives of those who have lost their way. Although he, himself, continues to struggle with guilt and cries praying to the Lord for guidance.
Tyreese and Sasha were dead-set on being placed together, and Douglas agreed not having the heart to separate family. Unfortunately though, Tyreese made a great asset to the supply run team and Douglas was unsure about putting Sasha in potential danger needlessly, but her perseverance was not to be underestimated and she was adamant about having just as much fortitude as the rest of them, forcing Douglas' hand.
Originally, Maggie was to be part of the produce and animal care division having been raised on a farm her entire life; her knowledge attained would be a substantial benefit to the town's food resources. Except she and Glenn got into an argument. Glenn, to Maggie's dismay, was also being placed on the supply run team in replacement of one of their members having been recently injured.
They took the longest with Douglas understandably, as Maggie's grief hindered the process making it difficult to determine their roles. Glenn was all she had left, and the thought of something bad happening to her only family member left had her clinging to him desperately. Glenn did his best trying to soothe and reassure his wife, but ultimately he was willing to be sanctioned as a member of the supply run team. Things were different now, and he carried himself with a great sense of commitment and responsibility to be able to provide for his loved ones, she especially. With a heavy heart, Maggie relented, accepting that she was needed more in her original selection and respected her husband's decision.
Eugene would be joining a team of engineers utilizing his scientific knowledge to help invent, design, build, maintain, research, and improve structures, machines, devices, systems, materials and processes. He would actually be playing an important role to the community's growth. Michonne and Rosita requested in on the rotated guard duties stationed along the gates. Both women needing to portray their finesse in competent safe-keeping.
Carol surprised herself by taking a step back from the front lines of fighting and tapping in to her more sensitive side. She remembered the day where she stood over that female corpse in the yellow sundress. How she had resorted to human dissection in this overwhelming need to help aid Lori's pregnancy in any way possible. Hershel would occasionally teach her a thing or two here and there regarding wound cleaning, proper bandaging and infection control and she would eagerly take in as much information as she could. She could clearly recall the feeling of accomplishment every time she did get to bandage a wound or lend a hand medically, and treasured its therapeutic hold it had over her person.
So when it was her turn, with a straightened backbone and squared shoulders, she volunteered herself in the infirmary which he gladly granted.
It was a long morning, and everyone was establishing their roles in the community.
There was just one person left.
Douglas had removed Daryl from detainment the day before having him join his family in their meeting today. After his display of violence back at the party days ago Douglas was forced to sit the two men down with a hard warning. There was an understanding from Douglas that things do happen that's beyond control especially when alcohol plays a big influence, but he was forced to take some form of action deciding to place the hunter in light detainment having him remain indoors for a period of time. It was assumed Clyde received similar punishment although he wasn't heard from or seen for a few days.
Once it was Daryl's turn, he sat down with Douglas a bit standoff-ish ready to get this over with when the man intrigued him, saying he had a special role for him. Much to his surprise, Douglas informed him that the residents had assembled a tiny association of hunters. A huntsman base was setup in town where the small league of men would meet and had stored all kinds of hunting paraphernalia; ammo, bows, traps, rope and more. Eagerness settled into Daryl at the prospect of being back out in his natural habitat and he let the man enlighten him of the things he could expect from joining the ranks of the other hunters. He was a bit skeptical however about being joined by others on hunts, having been primarily on his own for as long as he could remember, but figured they must have been doing something right for the place to be provided the kind of food that he had been seeing as of late. Daryl remembered fondly the turkey that made his belly happy the night of the party. Besides, it was about time he could get back into doing what he felt he was born to do.
However, before Douglas could allow him to join his first hunt with their band of huntsmen he needed merit from Daryl after his recent act of violence, and asked him to prove himself for the community first.
There was a very special supply run coming up that the supply team had been preparing for in advance. Normally they would just have the customary assigned people for it, but this being a significant operation; he had to extend the lineup for this estimated big haul.
Daryl wanting nothing more than to get back into his habitat hunting, agreed.
The meeting was complete, and everyone was dismissed to do with the rest of the day as they pleased. The group went on to prepare themselves for the new missions they were each set to do just a couple hours away, all with renewed vigor.
Sleep had been touch and go that night, the excitement causing bodies to toss and turn relentlessly and eyelids from closing more than a few minutes at a time. The dawning of this new day held promise that the group would finally be establishing their parts in the Alexandria community; the starting of their new lives. So as the sun peeked over the horizon, everyone had made committed effort to get up extra early.
It was the first day of their shifts.
Hugs were distributed, good lucks were wished, and smiles were broad as they all went off in different directions.
The day was going by faster than they all prepared for and before long, it was nearing dusk.
By the time Carol finished her first shift at the infirmary it was early evening. Sunset was casting the community in its beautiful array of pinks, oranges, and yellows painted across the sky, and she yawned exhausted after such a long day. She was learning the basics of the medical field from the resident doctor, Denise. Today, she was training in taking vital signs properly, such as pulse, reparations, blood pressure and temperature. Next shift would be drawing blood, nutrition, infection control, and anatomy. They also had lots of informational books collected from runs to draw even more knowledge from whenever needed. Carol was learning a lot from Denise and loving every minute of her time spent in the infirmary. She felt a bit of herself stabilizing more with this new path in life she was walking, and had to mentally give herself a pat on the back for such a rewarding decision.
Nurse Carol...
She chuckled inwardly at the sound of it, and pushed the ridiculous images of her in a scantily clad outfit tending to a foul-mouthed, dirty redneck hunter aside.
That's not what this was about.
The main streets at this time were becoming pretty deserted, everyone having retired to their homes for the night to start dinner and such, really only leaving the nightly patrol who had switched shifts alleviating the day patrols.
So she found it odd when she came across a solitary petite figure crouched low to the ground in front of a bush in one of the many gardens.
Daryl was coming off the huntsmen base, a slight sense of achievement flooding through him.
He had made friends today.
The other hunters weren't much like him in the sense of hunting style as they all marveled at his crossbow dazzled by its beauty, but they had all welcomed him into their brother ship bond putting him at ease. He felt like he belonged. Daryl actually couldn't wait to get this supply run out of the way so he could go on his first hunt with them.
Stepping onto the sidewalk he began his trek home when he spotted two wings etched into the back of a black leather jacket. Carol was walking a ways ahead of him and judging by the direction she was coming from, he figured she had just finished at the infirmary. He followed to fetch her figuring they could walk home together.
Carol looked around for any sign of the little girl's parents or anybody that may have been with her. Finding no one, her curiosity got the better of her as she inched closer to the lonesome girl from behind. Carol made sure to make noise stepping heavily so as not to startle her.
"Hello sweetie, whatch'a doin over here by yourself?" No response.
The little girl was so intent on what she was doing that she either didn't hear Carol, or just paid her no mind. Carol tried again.
"Ya know, it's getting kind of late sweetie, you should head on home. I can walk you if you need." Again, nothing.
Hmm...
Carol was about to try a third time when the child suddenly stood and turned around sending an icy pain that seized Carol rushing through her body from her lungs to her fingertips.
A dreadful gasp of mixed horror and fright ripped through her as she recoiled in disgust at the girl's face. Only it wasn't the random face of some adorable little girl like she expected.
It was Sophia's.
Sophia's...deceased face, looking even more decrepit than she last remembered.
A cry of horror escaped her mouth before she covered it taking in the image before her. What should have been chubby little cheeks filled with the color of life were ashen and sunken in, partially tattered open in shreds. Sophia's once bright and beautiful blue eyes were the same lifeless milky orbs surrounded by blackened rings of death that she remembered stumbling towards her that day that ended her hope of saving people. The stringy tendrils of hair were balding in spots from having been bereft of life so long revealing bloodied scabs, and rips in the scalp. Carol stepped back shaking her head in horrified disbelief and began shivering uncontrollably. This isn't happening...This isn't happening!
The little girl revealed to be holding a massive bouquet of flowers cradled in her boney arms explaining what she had been doing before. But they weren't just any flowers.
They were Cherokee Roses.
She held one out towards Carol in offering, and opened her mouth to speak.
Nausea swept over Carol when her horribly cracked and bloody gray lips devoid of life began to crumble as she spoke...In Lizzie's voice.
"I was looking at the flowers." The mutated voice of Lizzie uttered the haunted words rousing unwanted memories of a day so bleak.
Carol emitted a scream then that bellowed deep within her gut, violently slapping the Cherokee Rose out of the girl's hand with such force, its pedals tore apart, fluttering aimlessly around them. Without second thought, she sharply turned on her heel running as fast as she could back towards the house, unable to stop the tears that blurred her vision.
"Carol!" Daryl yelled her name trying to get her attention as she darted passed him. Confused beyond belief he looked between her rapidly retreating figure and the innocent little girl left behind who had her cute blonde head bowed, lip trembling and holding a beautiful bouquet of hydrangeas.
What the hell just happened?
One minute she was approaching the girl speaking in a soft hushed tone, but when the girl turned around she totally flipped out like she'd seen a ghost or something.
Wait...
...Shit.
Carol ran as fast as her legs were ever capable back to the house crying her eyes out along the way. She kept glancing behind her, positive that her demons were literally chasing her. A man had stepped down off his porch shouting if she was okay, but she didn't hear him, didn't even see him. Busting through the front door to their home she nearly ripped it off its hinges, and sprinted up the stairs slamming her bedroom door shut. Maggie and Glenn were still out and wouldn't be home for a couple of hours, thankfully. She wasn't sure she could face them right now.
Carol shrugged off her jacket and paced the room like a caged animal back and forth hands going behind her neck, pulling at her hair, running down her face. The adrenaline rushing through her had her moving all around unable to keep still. Completely wild eyed, she was still wheezing with how fast she ran, crazed at what she just saw.
It was just my imagination, it was just my imagination. She chanted trying desperately to get a hold of herself. Why had that happened? Did she finally crack? She began asking herself an endless stream of questions that raced through her mind.
She was so close to delirium at this point that she actually felt her feet inching towards the edge of that cliff fast.
Daryl hadn't even bothered to knock this time knowing in his heart that Carol needed him, anyone, to calm her down as he entered her room closing the door behind him with a soft click.
Carol snapped around, eyes jumping to his in mild hysteria. He could tell she was close to a mental breakdown so he approached with the caution of cornering an injured, frightened animal.
"Carol..." he held his hands in the air in peaceful offering speaking softly.
Unable to handle it, she broke at seeing his familiar face through her cloud of grief, running to him and throwing her arms around his neck. Her body slammed into his, her weight pushing him back against the door and he fell against it supporting them both. Broken sobs racked her body filling every corner of the room with her sorrow as she cried hard against his shoulder. She grabbed fistfuls of his shirt letting the wails rip through her so powerful it rocked both their bodies.
Not knowing what else to do he ran his hands in a soothing gesture up and down her back trying in any way to console the hysterical woman.
Carol wasn't entirely sure what was happening to her, but once she saw the concern on Daryl's face, the tight coil of madness that had been wound tight around her unraveled. She collapsed against him, letting the anguish crush her withered state of mind.
She felt so haunted. Would it ever go away? The guilt of the things she has done, the regret of not doing more for her daughter finally caught up to her manifesting itself into the face of an innocent little girl and pushing her to her limit.
Nuzzled into his shoulder she shook her head speaking faintly, "I'-rry.. -hic-..m so sorry-hic-" She wasn't entirely sure who she was apologizing to, but the need to say it was overcoming. Between her hiccups and muffling into him he was struggling to piece together her broken sentences. Why was she apologizing?
"S'okay...Hey, it's okay. There's nothin' to be sorry for."
He dropped his cheek to the top of her head just letting her be, listening to her cries and waiting for this storm to pass. Her sobs were penetrating every crevasse of his bleeding heart and he wanted nothing more than to take this pain from her. He just wanted so badly to end her mental suffering, but settled with patiently riding out this storm with her for as long as she needed. He would wait forever if she needed him to.
After a considerable amount of time, her sobs were lessening to light sniffles as she started to come down. She felt disoriented and her hands were gripping his shoulders, squeezing and releasing not sure if he was real or not. But his steady soft breaths against her hair confirmed that he was present and had just experienced that with her. She suddenly wanted to cry again. She was so thankful for this man. After all the pain she's had to endure in this lifetime, he was like an angel sent to deliver her some form of peace in this wretched world. He had become her solid reason to breathe.
Suddenly, her feelings for him began to overwhelm the painful memories coaxed out of her moments earlier. Lost in her grief, Carol placed a stray wet kiss to his neck and felt him stiffen at the contact.
The fog lifted and clarity at what she had just done shocked her system. She pulled away abruptly, her hand flying over her mouth. There hadn't been any alcohol this time to influence that action.
"Daryl! I... I'm so sorry, I-I didn't mean to!"
Embarrassed beyond belief, she turned ready to bolt when his arm caught her around the waist pulling her back to him.
Stumbling, her back collided with his stone-hard chest. One arm fastened tight around her middle while the other tucked snugly between her breasts grasping her shoulder, effectively trapping her to him. His head rested against her shoulder and her heart rate accelerated; she felt nervous and confused locked in his strong arms. What was he doing?
Her breath caught when he brought his mouth to the space where her neck and shoulder met, inhaling her scent. He ran his lips along the smooth skin of her neck caressing it with his mouth building the tension and anxiety in her body. She was immobile in his death grip, and found it strangely satisfying. Her body was coming alive being wound up by the light caressing of his lips, and wanted nothing more than for him to kiss where he teased.
His breath was fanning along her neck heating her skin to the bone with each puff of warm air. The position was intimate as their bodies were pressed back to front, and her breathing quickened as her mind conjured images of the night of the party. They both had liquid courage running freely through their veins then, but now...this was just them.
He moved his lips behind her ear, and pressed a delicate kiss there with reserved intensity.
Her eyes fluttered closed as a thrill pulsed through her with the contact. Was he comforting her? ...Seducing her? Either way, she was being driven to sweet madness with his slow torment.
She wanted more.
As if reading her mind he kissed her skin with more emphasis now adorning all along her neck with light pecks. The arm pressing around her middle which held her tight loosened, as his hand toyed with the end of her shirt pulling it slightly away with his fingers and letting it snap back to her body teasingly. She remained still not daring to sever the complete control he had over her. After rubbing tentatively from the outside, his hand slid under her shirt finally, and ran delicately along the expanse of her stomach, his thumb dipping into her belly button.
His mind became muddled at the feel of her skin.
Soft...so fucking soft.
He exhaled a deep husky breath next to her ear losing sense of himself temporarily, and she shivered in response locking the sound in her memory at once, throwing away the key.
Carol sighed at the feel of him stroking her stomach and placed a hand over top his feeling him feel her. He pushed her shirt up further exposing her heated skin to the cool air, bunching it just under her breasts.
Daryl was struggling to gain control over his rising appetite as he caressed the exposed skin of her taut stomach and ribcage.
She still wasn't entirely sure how they had gotten here, but found that there was a significant lack of control over her emotions as her grief-stricken mind blended into a mind numbing haze filled with sexual desire. She wasn't about to stop.
Daryl's other arm had unwrapped itself from her shoulder and joined in exploring the newly uncovered skin of her belly. Using both hands he gripped her firmly on her hips, fingertips digging in as he panted softly against her ear. She craned her neck to the side lifting her hand to the back of his head wanting him to place more kisses on her and he obliged enthusiastically bringing his mouth back down to the creamy skin. His tongue came out to play, and she sighed blissfully as it dragged from her neck to her shoulder where he bit down nipping it playfully. She threaded her fingers through his hair pulling firmly at the scalp. A low growl rumbled through him warming her core and she gasped at the feral sound.
Carol couldn't place her finger on it, but she was feeling extra sensitized right now. Just his mild actions were short circuiting her brain and creating intense ripples of pleasure through her body. His hands were working magic on her heightened nerves, and when he placed his tongue against her neck she felt herself moisten considerably between her legs. She was confused by what was happening, and contemplated for a moment that whatever it was they were building up to wouldn't last very long with how tightly wound up she was, but wasn't about to have him stop.
His hands moved from her hips running down her legs caressing the outsides of her thighs and back up again. Carol froze when on his way back up, he boldly rubbed along her inner thighs fingertips actually brushing the apex between her legs before moving to rest on her ribcage. That was probably by mistake, she thought.
But then one hand traveled back down with even more purpose as it moved to her belt pausing there, then continued...and she knew then that it was no mistake.
Her eyes flew wide open as his hand slid lower finally cupping her middle from the outside of her jeans.
Her lips parted in a soundless cry. She couldn't believe it that his hand was resting in her most intimate of places. That final wall that was held between them for so long was one crack away from being a crumbled pile of dust. How many times she had dreamt of him touching her, doing things to her body that would only ever remain in her dreams. Part of her questioned if she were, in fact, currently dreaming. But then his hand moved again cupping her warmth firmer and she threw her head back crying out completely immersed in feeling as his finger experimentally rubbed over her center through the jeans.
Jesus Christ Daryl was touching her!
Her thoughts were slowing to a halt as Daryl brought both hands to her belt making quick work of it and moved slipping the button of her pants through the hole. He was moving with determination, her mind wanting to explode from the clear direction he was propelling them to, and she didn't dare breathe as he grabbed hold of her zipper, but then he stopped.
No...No, don't stop now. Not now when he had successfully created this aching need in her to have his hands exploring every inch of her body. He was clearly running this show, and she was willing to comply to his every whim, but she needed him to continue.
Please... her mind whispered.
"-ase..."
Oh, my god.
She just said that out loud.
There was that exhale of breath again that she deemed was her favorite sound from him. Her slipped plea had the desired effect as he resumed, panting heavily against her, excitement thrumming through him.
The teeth of the zipper separated shattering the silence of the small bedroom, its sound ringing through both their heads with striking meaning. Her jeans hung loose against her hips.
Their chests rose and fell with strained breaths and she felt herself steadily morphing into this wanton ball of need.
He gave the waistband a little tug, and the pants fell to a crumbled heap at their feet. Out of habit, she stepped out of them along with her shoes kicking it with her foot to the side. Cheeks flushed red with sudden stifling indignity Carol covered her face with her hands at having her lower half bared. Daryl growled pulling her hands from her face.
"Don't" he snarled gripping her hard. "don't hide..."
His hands slid down her arms to rest on her hips as he resumed placing wet kisses along her neck trying to placate her nervous tension. She whimpered at the contact. It wasn't like she was afraid of him, actually quite the contrary. She trusted Daryl completely, knowing that he would never do anything to hurt her intentionally. It had just been so long since she stood half exposed before another human being. It was nerve wracking and she found her hands gripping his wrists tightly restricting any further movement.
"I won't hurt ya..." his voice lowered confirming what she already knew.
He then gathered both her wrists in one hand holding them in a tight grip and bringing them behind her back in-between their bodies. With her hands confined, he was free to continue his exploration of her body, uninterrupted. He resumed the previous trek the path of his hand had taken sliding it down her belly and over the top of her panties. She released a sultry moan as he traced the outline of her womanhood with his finger. She was so sensitive, her clit throbbing by now and she twitched hard when his finger brushed against the hardened nub of her pleasure. He pushed her panties to the side.
Daryl felt his cock stiffen at how wet she was. He was incredibly turned on to find she was mostly shaven, not that he would mind if she wasn't.
He plunged his finger into her heat using the wetness from her opening to run along her lips and then slid it to her overly sensitized clit, rubbing in circles. Sparks were jolting through her and she bucked her pelvis into his hand repeatedly desperate to create more friction. Her moans were climbing with the height of pleasure he was delivering, and she needed more. She was clawing at his jeans now.
Feeling overpowered with sexual need, Carol decided to use the position to her advantage turning the tables on him, and brushed her fingers against the bulge in his jeans. He automatically jerked into her caught off guard by the action, and she reached out curling her fingers around the outline of his dick through his pants. He released a deep grunt pushing his length hard into her hands, and she stroked him shamelessly wanting to reciprocate the pleasure he was bringing her.
They continued fondling each other, their grunts and moans filling the room before her legs began to tremble and she struggled with the effort to stand while being pleasured.
Recognizing her dilemma, he stooped low knees separating her closed thighs, and slid the two of them to the floor spreading her legs wide over the sides of his parted legs.
Her face burned brightly as he had her spread eagle on the floor pressed against her bedroom door.
His fingers immediately returned to her dripping wet cunt, and he rubbed between the inner folds of her lips teasing the opening. His other hand slipped beneath her bunched up shirt and cupped her left breast in the palm of his hand. She threw her head back as he pushed aside the bra and flicked her sensitive bud with the rough pad of his thumb sending a shock of pleasure straight to the nerves inside her womanhood. Carol cried out in pleasure as he pinched her nipple into a hardened peak distracting her while simultaneously lubricating his middle finger with her juices.
She momentarily saw stars as he pushed a digit into her moist heat.
"Shit..." he moaned appreciatively in her ear.
Her walls had clenched hard around his finger upon entry squeezing tight and he moaned at her body's response. Daryl began a slow rhythm pistoning his digit in and out. Eyes shut tight, she was moaning uncontrollably now as her pussy sucked hard at his finger massaging her canal. She was so wet that the suction released an erotic wet pop every time he pulled back. Carol couldn't believe she, and her body were making these noises and it only added to the height of pleasure. Daryl increased his pace and pushed in deep full-on fucking her with his finger now his arms straining with the effort.
Oh no... There was a familiar surge welling up inside her belly. She was getting close, and if he kept this up any longer she would explode. She didn't want him to see.
Carol was clawing at his arms now trying to pull him away, but he held fast pumping his finger in and out of her.
"Daryl! W-wait...I'm guna-"
"-Don't fight it," she trembled "just cum...just fucking cum."
Then he did this magic thing with his finger, hooking it up on the inside and pressing against this spot that had her seeing colors. The pressure of his finger continuously pounding against this bundle of nerves inside her did her in.
Carol whimpered turning her head away as her body released the coiled tension he built up tight in her and she felt embarrassed as the warm gush rushed out of her soaking his finger and hand.
Daryl watched perplexed as his hand became drenched in the sudden rush of her juices as she came hard, body twitching delightfully from the aftershocks.
Her cheeks flushed and she closed her eyes tight trying to ignore the fact that she just squirted all over him.
Daryl's breathing was so heavy as if he just ran for miles, and he pulled his hand away enchanted as it glistened and actually dripped with a bit of her essence. He brought his other hand to her cheek forcing her to face him. Daryl held eye contact with Carol as he then brought each finger into his mouth sucking each digit clean of her juices.
Jesus Christ...
Her eyes widened as he effectively annihilated her ability to even process the lewd, but incredibly hot action.
Daryl moaned at having had a tiny sample of her off his fingers, and was a bit stunned to find how much he wanted more. His mouth watered and it suddenly wasn't enough.
He needed to fully taste her.
Without warning, he gently guided her forward pushing her to the floor with a hand to the back of her neck. Carol's cheek pressed against the floor, and she panicked confused by his actions.
"Daryl?" she whispered.
He stayed silent, as his hand slid up the back of her thigh and felt her ass, pinching and kneading firmly. She hummed appreciatively, but remained still curious to see what he was going to do. She was still reeling from her orgasm, but slowly felt her body start to build that fire again from the position he held her in.
Daryl gave her backside a light slap to which she squealed, and then completely stripped her of her panties, pulling them off in one swift move. He gave her no time to react as he flipped her onto her back and spread her legs wide revealing all of her to him.
Carol shrieked trying quickly to shield herself from his eyes, but he pulled her hands away resting them against her legs keeping them forced open as she fought to close them. "Carol... you're fuckin' beautiful..." his low voice was heavy with need "just relax, let me do this."
Then he brought his tongue to her pussy ending all fight from her.
Carol threw her head back against the floor releasing a long moan. Her hips raised high off the ground at the first stroke of his tongue pushing towards his mouth. He held her thighs apart as his tongue dragged along the length of her moist opening savoring the first taste of her.
Glorious.
This woman was going to fucking end him without even touching him.
Carol was lost in sensation. Daryl Dixon's head was in between her legs after he had just made her cum with his fingers...good God!
She was so incredibly sensitive even before her orgasm, that just his wet tongue dragging along her lips was sending her into blinding spasming aftershocks.
Daryl heads back in taking another long lick, and her hands find their way to his head as she mewled out in pleasure. He touches her wetness spreading her nether lips further with his fingers and continues to flick his tongue against her.
Carol's eyes rolled in the back of her head and she gripped his hair tight between her fingers holding on as his mouth assaulted her. Just when she thought she couldn't take anymore, he then boldly dipped his tongue inside of her making her see double. "Fuuck!" she hissed. The room was starting to spin and Carol panted heavily bucking her hips into his mouth with reckless abandon. She was building up again and this one was feeling even more powerful than the first.
She felt near blacking out.
He noticed her clit still throbbing from her previous orgasm. Unable to resist, he brings his lips to the over sensitized nub sucking on it hard rolling his tongue back and forth against it.
She comes undone.
"AAahhnngghh Godddd!" Black spots dot her vision and her lids slam shut tight as stars explode behind her eyes. Her body quivers violently as more of her nectar spurts forth into Daryl's eager mouth.
Completely sapped of all energy Carol's spent body falls against the floor. He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand and sits up.
Before, Daryl had wanted so strongly to be of use to her in any way possible to help alleviate her pain. Looking down at her comatose state now, a large grin spread across his face and he felt an immense sense of satisfaction fill him.
He hadn't expected in actually succeeding.
-So years ago, when my dog passed away I had something strange happen to me. I was so overcome with grief that I actually ended up suddenly making love to my boyfriend at the time (currently husband) and it was so intense. I found that day that emotional sex can be the most fulfilling thus spurring this interaction between Daryl and Carol
-Yeeaa Daryl didn't reach his happy ending, but he was doing this mostly for Carol pushing aside his own needs to help her in her time of need. *sighs dreamily* what a gentleman
-The story from this point on is still being formed in my head and may take a bit longer to update between chapters, but Ch. 6 is coming along. I'm trying my best to finish this story or get as close to finishing before season 5b returns in febs. Suh excited!
