-Uh...S-Strap yourselves in for this one everyone... *blushes* cuz it's a bit of a joy ride... XD Please heed the M warning...
-Sigh...please pardon the dumbass belt line used later on. I still shake my head at that ridiculous thought that just randomly popped into my drunken mind and being unable to replace it. I was on like my third full glass of wine so...anyways...
-Enjoy! Keep on Carylin on!


Daryl was furious.

Not only was he stuck bedridden hooked up every which way like a fucking recovering drug addict, but Carol was nowhere to be seen.

Every day, someone different came to visit him in the infirmary and each day he would ask the same question. "Where the fuck is Carol?" Without fail, they would all give him the same damned confused expression not really knowing for sure why she wouldn't be there; it only angered him further.

What the fuck was happening?

When he woke up, all he really wanted was to feel the warmth of her arms around him like he had dreamt about that whole damned time. But knowing that was an unlikely reality he would have gladly just settled for her face being the first thing that greeted him when he opened his eyes.

But it was clear as fucking day that she was ignoring him!

He tried escaping the infirmary before he was cleared, but Denise caught him giving him an earful about how he needed at least a day or more of bed rest to fully heal. He felt fucking fine and just wanted to track Carol down to find out what the hell was going on.

Once he was finally cleared of risk of infection by Denise, he shot out of there like a bat out of hell.

Carol was stepping into the barn grooming tools in hand, where she had been occupying her time while Daryl recovered. She wondered how he was doing and if he was recovering nicely. She was told he had woken up, and that he kept asking for her. She smiled sorrowfully, that he was so intent to see her, but she stuck true to her conviction and kept her distance once he was awake. The others were questioning her as to why she was avoiding Daryl to which she would just shake her head sadly not wanting to open the topic of conversation.

She closed the door stepping further into the stable. Carol chuckled inwardly as it reminded her of the one back on the Greene farm where she stopped injured Daryl from going back out to look for Sophia.

How far we've come.

"You mind tellin' me what the hell is goin' on with you?"

She swiveled around startled by his appearance dropping her tools. Daryl leaned on the wall to the side of the entrance, his body partially hidden by shadow. His demeanor exuded danger instantly putting her on high alert. "Jesus Daryl!" she placed her hand on her chest trying to push her startled heart back into the confines of her ribcage.

"Nothing's going on."

"Yeah, bullshit." He pushed away from the wall prowling towards her. "Only been avoidin' me like the god damn plague."

"How do you feel? Are you healing okay?"

"Don't change the fucking subject Carol."

She picked up the grooming tools hoping he didn't see her hands shaking and moved to the first stall stroking the horse's snout that came to sniff her curiously.

"Just forget it Daryl, nothing's wrong."

"Y'see that's just the thing. Exactly WHAT am I forgetting?" he hissed.

She stayed silent and looked away helplessly fighting the tears that were brewing. He was fuming, and she bit her lip in nervous tension. How could she make him understand? She wasn't even sure how to word it herself. He wasn't exactly her boyfriend, and they weren't exactly lovers. But there was no denying they had something going on. And that something was going to prove to be their downfall in the future as it always does, and she didn't want to be the cause of that. So with that in mind, she faced him forming her words carefully.

"You and I...I-I can't…We can't do this. It's better if we just remain...friends…" she regretted it the minute it left her lips, but there was no taking it back now.

His expression was frozen with a nameless emotion, and Carol felt cold fear plunge through her. He was rendered speechless. Stupefied really. It took him a long minute to process the words she just said, and he stood mouth agape as it reverberated over in his mind. Daryl was so thrown for a loop by this one statement he felt like he'd been punched in the gut.

"...What?" He whispered aghast.

But she held her gaze clearly stating what he struggled to fathom.

His eyes narrowed to tiny slits and they each stood caught in the heated glare of the other, neither backing down. He was flabbergasted. She was serious. She was dead-fuckin' serious.

Now he saw red.

"Friends." he snarled spitting the word back at her with disgust.

Daryl took a step back, then began to pace in front of her. She felt stray fearful tremors rack through her and she breathed hard through her nose. "So lemme get this straight. Once you get what you've gotten you decide we should just be friends."

"Daryl..."

He advanced on her their noses inches apart and growled in her face. "So what, found somewhere to get it better that what it is?" Clyde shot to the forefront of his mind enraging him, but he continued. "You jus guna decide to look me up or somethin when you feel a lil itch in your cooch you want scratched, that it?" her mouth fell open in shock.

"Think as your friend I'm jus gun'a come runnin to finger FUCK you whenever you damn well please!?"

Carol slapped him across the face.

"How dare you talk to me like that, you know it's not like that Daryl!" She was appalled at how he was addressing her. He was hurt. She knew this. But she also knew it was useless to make him see reason when he was like this. Carol backed away from him ready to put an end to this conversation. "You just don't understand..."

"Then MAKE me understand!" The authorative bite to his voice gave her pause, but then she turned walking away from him.

"Carol!" She opened the heavy barn door briskly walking away hoping he'd leave her be. "HEY!" He's calling after her and she dabs at the corners of her eyes ignoring him. She picks up the pace nearly trotting away from him frustrated that he's still following her.

In hopes of shaking him, she bolts into a full blown run unknowingly activating the hunter's predatorial instincts.

Big mistake.

Like a lion after his meal, Daryl chased.

He took off after her, and they ran at full speed passing store fronts and confused residents who stopped in their tracks baffled by the two figures darting past at breakneck speed. Carol ran from the prying eyes of civilization with Daryl hot on her heels and into one of Alexandria's beautiful massive orchards. It resembled the garden she and Michonne had walked by that first day around town, with foliage almost as tall as she. There's no one around as the two shatter the peaceful calm with their heavy breaths and thudding boots pounding the earth. She ran in between the many rows of foliage dodging various vegetation and shrubbery still hoping to shake him.

Daryl gains on her closing the distance and pounced. His body collided with hers knocking the air from her lungs and sending them both crashing harshly to the ground.

A cloud of floral debris sprung upward dislodged by their crash landing. He broke the fall with his back to the ground and had the wind temporarily knocked out of him when she landed on top him, but he quickly recovered rolling them over. They're both breathless as he pins her beneath him grabbing hold of her arms. She pushes against him as he holds down her wrists tight to the ground and she struggles to break free from his grasp, grunting with the effort.

"Daryl let me go!" Carol yells. He's holding her body to the ground pressing his weight into her effectively trapping her, but she puts up a fight trying hard to break free. Carol writhes beneath him on the flower bed they're perched upon twisting her body every which way crushing the plants beneath, trying to slip free of his iron tight grip. She's thrashing and he grunts as her body struggles against his rubbing along him in all the wrong ways, igniting a fire deep within his gut. Oh...but how it felt so right. He squeezes his eyes shut tight trying to force down his body's reaction to her squirming. His grip tightens even more around her wrists practically stopping the blood flow to her hands. Carol felt her fingers getting cold. "Daryl!"

He remains motionless holding her tight, and brings his head to her chest in the same fashion as the day they were reunited in the woods. His breathing is labored with the effort of their tussle.

"Tell me why…" he whispers against her neck.

Why were you ignoring me? Why are you still pulling away? What did I do? He held his tongue from bombarding her with all the detailed questions buried deep in his mind. He just needed to know why.

She continues to struggle against his grasp, growing frantic. "DARYL just let me go!" Tears are burning hot in her eyes and the rising panic alerted her that she couldn't do this. She knew what he was asking, and wanted desperately to escape the situation. Emotions are riding high from both ends and she cursed at the desperation in his voice. Carol felt the spider web cracks spreading across her heart, dismayed that this could be the end of them. "Daryl please let me go-" He snapped up sharply.

"TELL ME WHY!"

The boom in his voice was like a clap of thunder and it shocked her still. Her bottom lip trembled as her eyes shot upward unable to meet the dejection in his eyes. God, he thinks he's at fault…He's crazed and desperate for an answer and she's trying not to fall apart. "Because…" she trails off feeling it coming. It was coming, and she didn't want it to happen.

"Because what Carol? TELL me!" He's breathing fast now shouting at her waiting for her answer. Coiled tight with untamed rage, Daryl felt he might crack if she didn't explain herself soon. He shook her to regain her focus when she still remained silent. "Because WHAT CAROL?!"

"-BECAUSE I'M IN FUCKING LOVE WITH YOU!"

The air in the orchard stilled, and the world closed around the two figures lying in the flowerbed. Her declaration pierced the atmosphere disturbing nature's peace, and rang through both their heads. He stared wide eyed at the woman below him he had known for so long. The admission assaulting him, granting him new perspective as he was frozen looking at her with newborn eyes.

There. It was finally off her chest, and she wanted nothing more than just go and hide herself from the world forever. Carol whimpered turning her head away too embarrassed to take much more of the distress. She couldn't stop the tears that slid down her cheeks now, and the longer he stared at her the more she wanted to run.

She loved him? A part of him was telling him he already knew that. They all loved each other in the group. But this...this wasn't that...This was the love he had convinced himself he could never have. The love that had always been off limits for him; unattainable. He half expected dreaded visions of his past to come walking out from one of the bushes and calling him an unworthy idiot. But no one was here now to tell him he didn't deserve it. Daryl had now built a life for himself where love was entirely within his capabilities.

He turned her face back towards him holding her gaze searching her crystal blue eyes.

"Say it again..."

Is he crazy? Just having to say it the first time was enough to rip her to shreds and now he wanted her to repeat it?

"No."

"Please...just...say it again." He had to hear it again.

Her eyes softened, helpless against his pleading tone. "...I love you Daryl."

She barely had the words out before his mouth came crashing down on hers.

Oh...

For a few breaths they just stayed that way stealing each other's breaths through their noses. Carol heard something loudly cracking when she realized it was the wall held between them for so long.

She tried telling him to stop.

Nothing.

Tried to voice the many reasons why she had convinced herself this was wrong.

Nothing.

She even tried moving her hands to push him away.

Still nothing.

She tried to do all these things, but really she didn't try at all because he was kissing her. He was kissing her after she just stupidly blurted her love for him. Her subconscious had been going back and forth, fighting a vicious war. But why was she even adamant to stop the way she felt anyway? She should be moving closer to what was real. And right now, nothing was more real than his lips moving willingly against her own. She knew what side had won.

Carol's arms wound around his neck pulling him tighter against her, and she desecrated her resolve erasing any and all doubt from their minds.

He wouldn't let her go now. She had just sealed her fate with him. This god-forsaken perplexing woman he had ever allowed himself to dream about had just confirmed that he had made it. That his journey through the apocalypse had always held reason. And that reason was wholeheartedly returning his affection.

He pulled back slowly losing himself to the vision below him. Her parted lips were glistening, and her cheeks were flushed giving her the charm of innocence. Her eyelashes were long and rested beautifully against her closed lids. When she opened her beautiful blues there was a light reflected in them, and it told him he didn't have to be scared anymore.

Carol...

She pulls him back in and they wrap around each other. The tears are falling down her cheeks as they get lost in each other's lips finally giving in.

He moaned opening the floodgates of the emotions held at bay. He knew he sounded like a fuckin' pansy, but he didn't care anymore. Just didn't give a fuck. The feeling of her lips sliding across his obliterated everything else that mattered in the world.

Carol thought the day would never come where she would finally taste him. It was well worth the wait. They attacked each other's lips pushing and pulling on the other's mouth. She nibbled on his bottom lip making his eyes roll back into his head. He angled his head deepening the kiss. God, he could kiss her for hours alone.

"Daryl...Godammit I thought I lost you..." She spoke in between powerful kisses, her words ghosting across his own lips. Her thoughts of his disappearance pushed forward and nearly had her sobbing.

"I thought about ya every fucking day..."

His tongue dove into her mouth eagerly seeking out her own. When their tongues met, they moaned at first contact and then stroked against the other lovingly. The feeling of her tongue gliding across his set his body on fire. With each caress, he felt his cock twitch as it strained against the front of his jeans.

His need for her was growing and he wanted so much more. Would she let him have her? All of her? He had to know.

"Carol...I-I need you..."

Oh God yes...her eyes fell shut and her heart leapt with jubilance at his admittance. She wanted him so bad. Had wanted him so bad for years, and now he had just told her he wanted her too. Carol was more than willing to give him everything she had to offer, which in her damaged mind, wasn't much. "I'm yours, Daryl."

He took her hand in his and guided it down the length of his body to the front of his jeans showing her his need. She exhaled a sexy breath as her fingers grazed his length. He was so hard already. Daryl buried his neck into her shoulder breathing hard through his nose, as her hand worked his belt and pants open. She didn't waste time as her hand dove in freeing his aching cock from his boxers.

The first touch was magical. Her hand enclosed around him free of any barriers and she shivered at the feel of his velvety manhood against her palm. Daryl released an animalistic groan into her neck as her hand fully enclosed around him to which she moaned in return. The knowledge of the power she had over him was enough to throw her over the edge as he bucked weakly in her grasp. She had felt him through his jeans before, but holding him now she was in awe of what he kept hidden for so long. His girth was impressive...Carol rubbed her thumb over the tip of his member and delighted as he reacted, pushing his length firmly into her hand. She grew nervous wondering how exactly she was going to be able to handle all of him once it came time for the main event.

His movements were getting more desperate and she could tell he was steadily losing the battle of wills with each stroke of her hand.

Daryl pulled away sharply sitting back onto his knees and began working the buttons on his shirt. Time moved in slow motion as Carol watched entranced by the slow reveal of his robust chest. The same chest that tormented her waking mind, as she pictured it moving back and forth tellingly over her writhing figure. Once the shirt was pulled from his body she stared appreciatively with wanton eyes. The light of day illuminated him from behind making him appear like some damn sex God sent from heaven come to tear her apart. She drew a finger slowly down his chest feeling each dip of his ab muscles. Her eyes drifted lower to his gifted manhood that was partially revealed.

Good Lord was he beautiful. She felt so undeserving.

Daryl reached for her ripping her own shirt from her body in one swift upward motion. Urgency was driving him forth, and he needed her naked now. She struggled to work through her lust hazed mind trying to keep up with him, but he was moving fast and clothing was disappearing with startling speed. Before she knew it she laid before him in just her panties, and he in his boxers.

Daryl took a moment to appreciate her exposed form, as he stared. Here they were, lying in a flowerbed crushed underneath her half naked body; beautiful pert nipples hard with lust and cresting upward patiently waiting to be devoured by his mouth. Her skin glowed, reflecting the light of the afternoon sun and blinding him with imperceptible beauty. Daryl was momentarily crippled by her, but Carol needed to feel him.

She wrapped her arms around his neck bringing him back down to her. They moaned together at the contact of skin to skin; electric jolts shooting through their bodies and short circuiting their brains. "Your skin feels amazing..." he rasped. He still couldn't believe how incredibly smooth and soft she was. Was she this soft all over?

Carol moaned in response, and her body undulated naturally seeking his male physique.

Daryl kissed her long and hard forcing her lips apart so his tongue could taste every inch of the inside of her mouth. He effectively held her attention there as both his hands simultaneously palmed her soft breasts, his thumbs resting over each nipple. It was the first time he got to really feel her beautiful mounds and hold them in his hands, and he felt his cock jump in excitement. Daryl ripped his mouth from hers, bringing it down to the plump tits he longed to properly taste. His tongue flicked out teasing her left bud and Carol mewled at the pleasant sensation, running her fingers through his shaggy hair. Empowered by her response he engulfed her tit in his mouth sucking hard on her nipple, bringing his teeth down for added pressure. Carol held his head to her breast throwing her head back and moaning at his ministrations. He switched to her other breast repeating the same treatment and Carol found herself thrashing beneath him. The feeling of their skin sliding together was exhilarating, and added as a bonus to the steadily growing passion.

Carol pushed Daryl onto his back suddenly, realizing she couldn't let him be the only aggressor in this. They shifted positions and he lay on his back drinking in her entire body with hungry eyes. She peered down at the man that had given her so much, sucking her lip into her mouth seductively. "Daryl...my body is yours..." She hoped he wouldn't regret any of the things to come because she was moving full speed ahead now. Carol brazenly pulled his boxers from his body sliding them down his legs where he helped kick them off and away. She threw away any reserve held within her and also stripped herself of her panties. Daryl watched intently as the fabric of her panties peeled away from her creamy skin revealing what he desired most. He felt his mouth water remembering the taste of her nectar.

Fully nude, Carol straddled his equally naked form, her legs resting on either side of his hips; the position spreading her center over him teasingly. They stilled for a moment taking in the fact that they were outside, and bare to the world. The entirety of which they were still trying to process.

Daryl moved first, his hands grasping her thighs feeling the creamy skin fastened to his sides and stupidly thought she made the best damned belt he would ever wear in his life. His hands ran over her curves as he intensely admired the view of her bare form on full display.

"You're beautiful..." it blurted from his mouth faster than he could stop it, and his cheeks reddened with embarrassment.

He soon found the result would have him saying it until his lips fell off, as Carol granted him with the most gorgeous lust-filled smile, and then leaned down running her cat-like tongue over his lips. He exhaled that sexy breath she loved and she slid her tongue in between his parted lips. They kissed lazily, slowly drawing out the movement of their mouths moving against each other.

Her breasts flattened against his chest, nipples occasionally brushing against his, sending electric jolts of pleasure to course through them. She kissed along his jaw line and dragged her tongue down his neck nibbling at the juncture between his collarbone. Daryl panted heavily completely immersed in the feel of her naked body surrounding him and ran his hands up and down the smooth expanse of her back. He realized she was still hovered over him and he moved his hands to her lower back pressing her down slowly.

They moaned together as her moist center finally pressed against his stone-hard dick. It was the most erotic sensation he had ever felt. She sat up, overcome with lust. Her clit throbbed begging to be tended to, and she placed her hands on his chest, tentatively moving her hips dragging her opening along the base of his shaft. "FFuuckk!" Daryl nearly knocked himself out with how hard his head flew back against the dirt, groaning in pleasure. He hissed through clenched teeth as she rubbed her hot pussy against his dick lubricating him with her excitement.

New scents were floating around them, from her, from him, and from the sweat forming on their bodies. They were losing control as they grinded their sexes feverishly against each other.

Carol panted fast and heavy with how impossibly lewd she felt. She was riding him shamelessly and her heart fluttered as she felt herself already nearing her peak just by repeatedly rubbing herself against him. She slid down the base of his shaft, and the head of his penis would rub her clit teasingly pushing out such uncharacteristic moans, that she didn't even recognize herself. Using his precum, she slid deliciously against him further back and forth. He wasn't even inside her and she was blinded with indescribable pleasure. "Oh...oh god...that feels so...amazing..." If she kept this up just a little bit longer, she was going to cum.

Daryl sensed her building release and grabbed the back of her neck forcing her back down to his mouth kissing her so hard, their teeth met. He flipped them back over resuming his dominate position over her and smirked against her mouth when Carol whimpered in protest at having been so close before he reversed their positions.

Daryl parted her legs with his knees and settled into position between them. Her raised legs rested on either side of his hips and she placed her hands on his bent arms braced on either side of her.

She looked into his eyes, and he into hers, each bracing for the long awaited moment they knew would change their relationship forever. This was new territory for them and while she knew it had been ages for her, she wondered if it had been just as long for him.

None of it mattered as she raised her hips, needing him to fulfill her.

"Take me." her words came out breathy and she reached between them grabbing hold of his length guiding him to her opening.

Daryl kissed the corner of her mouth, pushing his hips forward; the tip of his cock slipping passed her entrance. Carol gasped sharply at the pain as Daryl grunted from the resistance. She winced at the intense pressure created by his rock hard member pushing into her. It had been so long.

He continued, pushing past her initial resistance and felt his dick sliding into her warm wet cavern, stretching her open. He looked down fascinated as his cock slowly disappeared between her lips, being engulfed as her walls gave way to the invasion of his pulsing member. Carol saw double as he pushed his way into her warmth and finally rested cocooned in her heat.

For a moment they don't even move, breathing so hard. Her body adjusting to his thighs which were spreading her legs wide. She felt him. Felt every pulse of his cock as it trembled against her insides sending rippling spasms of pleasure through her entire body. Her arms held tight around his neck and squeezed his body flush against her own. Daryl was stock-still as he let the moment wash over him. She was so fucking tight, and he had to picture dead kittens to keep from humiliating himself. Carol raised her hips to press against his, and nearly screamed out when the movement made him slide deeper, fully encasing him within her. Her mind reeled at finding that she was already so close; the tell-tale signs of an impending release thrumming through her...She needed a minute.

But then as he pulled back setting the first stroke, the pleasure gave way into pure ecstasy.

She unraveled.

Daryl was about to thrust back into her when he stilled, staring wide eyed at Carol's stiff posture. Her head was thrown back, eyes squeezed shut, mouth parted in a soundless scream and her figure trembled tellingly.

"Christ Carol did you just have an orgasm?"

Tears rolled down her cheek as her body twitched. She bit her lip mewling, incredibly embarrassed. It felt so fucking good...

She was trying to kill him he was sure. He was already struggling not to cum just from being fully sheathed in her. But then her wet canal tightened hard on him spasming and choking the very breath from his lungs. His head fell to her chest as he squeezed the base of his cock trying to prolong himself best he could and waited for her to settle down.

Fucking hell, that was the hottest thing that's ever happened to him.

Her breathy moans fanned out against his ear as she floated back down to earth, and he placed a kiss to the side of her neck. With the slightest push of her hips into his causing him to slide back deeper into her, she beckoned him to continue. "Don't stop..." she cried into his ear.

They begin to move to their own music.

Daryl set a steady pace and pushed through her orgasm trying his best to divert his mind away from the vice-like grip her walls had around him. Each time he pulled back, her pussy gripped him hard trying to end him prematurely. She was so unbelievably tight.

Carol's orgasm caught her off guard, rendering her submissive as he pumped slowly in and out of her. His mouth came back down on her sucking her bottom lip into his mouth.

Between his precum and her natural lubrication, Daryl's dick was sliding in and out of her easily now with how wet she was. Their sexes began making wet noises as their thighs slapped together, the sounds adding to their pleasure.

Carol was moaning, just saying Daryl's name and syllables he couldn't understand.

Daryl watched her fascinated by the pleasure he was bringing her. He was making her crazy as they came together repeatedly. She was so sexy lost in the sensation of raw passion.

His Carol. His Goddess.

Daryl moved his hips a bit faster, sweat trickling down his back. He lifted both her legs hooking them over the insides of his elbows. The action caused him to penetrate deeper inside her and Daryl was powerless to stop the slew of curses as he pounded into her. "Fuck...fuck...God...dammit..."

The pleasure was inconceivable.

His pace was getting frantic. He watched entranced as her beasts bounced with the force of his thrusts. Her carnal moans were driving him forth and Daryl was losing himself as he pounded his dick into her hard smacking his thighs into hers. He was suddenly angry. How long had they waited to get to this point? He wanted to shoot himself in the balls for not having discovered her sooner.

Carol was biting the backs of her fingers, mewling uncontrollably, her body being taken hard by her lover. She had never had it this intense before, never dreamed of having such a passionate encounter that nearly had her blacking out. Daryl was fucking her vigorously, and she dared a peek as he was in the throw of passion.

The sight he bestowed her with was beautiful and sure to be imprinted in her memory permanently.

His ab muscles bunched with each thrust forward, his right hand held her left leg tight into her body forcing deep penetration, and he was focused intently on her breasts; entranced as they danced before his eyes with the motion of their hips. Just the sight of him working over her alone, was enough to make her cum, and she fought hard to stave the familiar pull of release building once again within her gut. She wanted to stay lost within the pleasure as long as possible.

Daryl was close.

Her wet walls were sucking him in deep, milking him for what he was worth, and he avoided looking into the delirium of ecstasy he knew was etched into her face. Just knowing it was her. It wouldn't take long. He was going to cum.

His massive girth was mercilessly rubbing against the bundle of nerves that sent her over the first time. If he kept it up she was close to having a repeat performance. Daryl's thrusts were so powerful and jarring, that the cries were being pushed from her chest with each powerful stroke. The tears began spilling from her eyes again but for a very different reason.

This was the most intense pleasure Carol had ever felt in all her years of living. THIS was the sex they talked about in books and movies that she had always scoffed at claiming it didn't exist. Her mind struggled with the reality that she was currently living proof of the euphoria she was sure didn't exist.

Lusty moans and grunts carried through the wind and Daryl and Carol's sweat slicked bodies clung to each other tightly as they moved in unison.

Citizens milled the streets, children ran laughing and playing, and somewhere in the distance birds chirped high in the tree tops.

And there they were, middle of the fucking day, having mind-blowing sex out in the open.

"Shhhhhiittt...fucckk...I'm cumming..."

He couldn't hold out any longer. Daryl's hand flew between their slick bodies, his fingers fumbling around before landing on her clit. He was cumming, and he needed her to climb that high with him, so he relentlessly rubbed against her hardened nub, and simultaneously bit hard into her neck sending her into oblivion.

Daryl exploded inside her, his cock pulsing with each jet of his hot cum. Feeling his release it sends Carol over the edge again as her back arched into his body and she screamed her release.

Her walls clamped down hard on his manhood, squeezing every drop from him, and he weakly pumped through his orgasm once, twice, three times before he collapsed exhausted atop her. Their juices mixed seeping out from the sides of their still joined sexes. He had cum so much and Carol idly thought it was the sexiest thing she had ever felt as some of his semen dribbled down towards her anus. Holy...Fuck!

He held her trembling form in his arms. And as their bodies calmed, his emotions grew. This woman loved him. He was an unworthy, no-named, good for nothing redneck, but she loved him. She had chosen him. While he wanted to tell her all the things he'd been feeling from day one, Daryl knew he couldn't even begin to form the words. But right at this moment he at least knew one thing was for sure.

"I can't just be friends anymore..."

Carol looked at him absorbing his honest statement. She wrapped her legs tight around his waist binding her ankles against his buttocks, forcing him to hold their connection. Pressing his body snugly into her, she turned her head placing kisses over every inch of his face.

"Neither can I." She assured him between kisses.

Daryl smiled and nuzzled her neck, making her giggle from his scruff tickling her skin. He was caught in a blissful moment as their bodies still hummed from exertion. He pulled slightly back finally taking notice of the poor flowerbed they crushed in their copulation. Plucking an untouched Begonia from the flattened pile, he tucked it gently behind her ear.

"In fact," he continued "yer ass may even have to beat me off with a stick from now on. Cuz after that performance...I'm guna want ya twenty-four seven."

Maddened by her love for him, she grabbed his face and dragged her tongue lazily along his cheek licking him. The action caused him to stir and she felt as he twitched with renewed vigor inside her.

"Bring it."


-Sooooo that just happened! Phew my first lemon...what a high. This took a lot of days to finish up. I actually feel drained after writing this chapter! XD
-A part of me wishes I had ended the chapter with a bigger bang, but i just wanted to finally get it out so i hope it was okay.
-I know there's a loooot of loose ends to tie up in this story, but I don't want to hold any promises, in case it's a long while before the next update. At this point i'm really just waiting for the show to start up again to maybe give me new material or just start a new story altogether