The next day when Carol came home from work Daryl was digging around in the closet. He was dressed in jeans and a nice sweater as if he might be going out somewhere. "Heading out?" she asked. She hadn't meant to scare him, she assumed he heard her come in, but Daryl jumped up and whacked his head on the shelf.

"Fuck," he hissed. "You scared me. Ouch…" he added, rubbing his head. "Oh, there it is," he reached for a coat, continuing to rub his forehead and giving her a childish pout.

"C'mere," Carol said, standing on her toes and kissing the red mark on the edge of his hair line.

"Whoever thinks forehead kisses are motherly hasn't had one," Daryl replied. "I always get a perfect view right down the front of your shirt." Carol shook her head. "You have great tits, from what I've seen anyway. I'm a pretty good boobie judge."

"Thanks… I think…" She replied. "You leaving?" she asked again.

"Yeah… my date is meeting me here, should be arriving any minute," Daryl said. "Don't expect me home too early," he added with a grin.

"Oh I wouldn't dream of you being home early," Carol teased. "You have a reputation to uphold." The buzzer rang as Daryl's date arrived. He buzzed her in and met her at the door a couple minutes later. Carol couldn't help but linger curiously, wondering what kind of delightful young woman Daryl was taking out. Well, she was gorgeous, that was for sure. Tall, aided by stilettos, but she would have been tall even without. She had long, wavy, jet black hair and was wearing a fluffy looking fur coat that Carol really hoped was faux. When she spoke and gave Daryl a kiss on the cheek Carol realized she had an accent.

"Carol, this is Johanna," Daryl introduced them, noticing she was standing in the hallway. "She's a model, from Germany, visiting for a show this weekend."

She stepped towards Carol and politely extended a hand. Carol shook it and noticed the perfectly manicured nails. "My pleasure," she said, with a stunning smile. "Will Carol be joining us tonight?" she asked, turning to Daryl. "She's gorgeous."

"Oh, no," Daryl said quickly. "Just you and I."

"Oh," she said sadly, with a pout. "You keeping her all to yourself."

Daryl grinned and gave Carol a look. "No, we're just friends," he explained. It was then that Carol finally clued into what sexy long legs was talking about. She thought Daryl was going to take them both out.

"Just friends, yeah right," Johanna laughed. "Well maybe Carol would like to be my just friends too, hmm?" Her accent was cute and it made Carol smile, but as usual she had the worst timing. "You like that Carol? We can go out sometime?"

Carol was stunned into silence. It wasn't the first time she'd been hit on by a woman. When her hair was way shorter she used to get it all the time - everyone assumed she was a lesbian or a breast cancer survivor. But she certainly wasn't expecting Daryl's date to ask her out. "She likes dudes," Daryl interrupted, saving her. Carol shrugged and nodded apologetically.

"Hmm, what a shame. We could have had some fun times Miss Carol," Johanna said, with her dramatic model pout once again. "If you change your mind Daryl give you my number." She kissed Carol on both cheeks and offered Daryl her arm to leave.

"Did that just happen?" Carol wondered with a laugh as the door shut behind them. She couldn't help but text Daryl, knowing he would take a cab so he could drink. Have fun Pookie, she typed. I won't wait up.

She wasn't expecting an immediate response, but her phone buzzed before she had even set it down. If I get bored will u sext with me?

Carol smiled. Sorry, I have big plans tonight.

Do they involve your little purple friend? he replied.

Enjoy your model Pookie, Carol texted back.

Don't be shy. Send photos, he tried again.

Carol ignored him again, Night.

And finally he gave up, Nite.

She went to the kitchen and made herself a late dinner. She considered opening a bottle of wine, but wasn't in the mood to drink alone. It was kind of strange without Daryl around. Even when they weren't in the same room she at least knew he was in the house. Ah well, Carol realized she might as well get used to it since he had a couple cons coming up and she'd have the house to herself for the entire weekend - with no work to keep her occupied during the day. The thought was bittersweet. She figured by that time she would be ready for some true alone time, but she really was enjoying her roomie.

After dinner she cleaned up and went to her room to find one of the novels she'd brought with her, but had yet to crack open. She quickly slipped into her nightgown and climbed into bed with the book. Three chapters in and there was a steamy love scene. What the fuck, she thought. Carol had read enough romance novels, her guilty pleasure, to know the hot stuff doesn't usually happen until at least chapter 9. She had fully intended on reading 5 or 6 chapters and going to bed before she got into the smut. But no, the universe was conspiring against her. Not only was it a love scene, it was pretty damn graphic. Her heart was pounding as she flipped page after page and by the time the chapter ended she was ridiculously horny.

Well, no better time to get out the vibrator, I suppose, Carol thought. It was rather ironic and rather annoying that Daryl had pegged exactly what she'd be doing while he was out, but at that point she didn't give a fuck about anything other than dealing with the building desire between her legs. All she wanted was to slip into bed, turn on the bullet and get herself off. It wouldn't take long. She was way too far gone at that point.

Carol had just pulled out the vibrator and was headed to close the door when she heard something. She peeked into the hall, expecting to see Eye in the Dark, but instead there was Daryl. And he looked grumpy. Fuck, she thought, looking wide eyed at the toy in her hand. She flung it across the room onto the bed, glad she hadn't removed her panties yet. "What the hell are you doing home already?" she asked, as he approached her door.

"Oh thank God you're still awake," Daryl said, grabbing her hand. She silently thanked the lord that she'd ditched what was in her hand seconds before. "Come drink with me."

Carol let him tug her down the hall wishing she'd thought to grab a sweater or something to cover her rather revealing nightie. It was silky and she loved the way it felt on her skin, but it

didn't leave much to the imagination and it was short. Too short to be hanging out with Daryl. And there was still the fact that she had needs that she really wanted to take care of. It would have to wait, she thought, scowling while he was looking the other way. He led her to the kitchen and left her at the island while he found a bottle of crown and two shot glasses.

"Oh no way," Carol resisted, watching as he ignored her and poured two shots. "I have to work tomorrow."

"Not until after lunch," he replied. "Drink up Peletier."

She sighed and lifted the shot glass. "Cheers," she said, clinking glasses with him. She poured the whiskey down her throat and felt a burn inside her, much different from the burn that was already inside her. But either way, it was heat. And heat was not a good thing right then. Heat made her think things she shouldn't think - like how great Daryl looked in the sweater he was wearing. Heat made her remember things she shouldn't - like how much she'd enjoyed the kiss the night before. Heat made her want things she shouldn't - like his hands all over her body.

"So, what are you home so early?" Carol asked, needing a distraction, badly.

"I don't want to talk about it," Daryl grumbled. His tone made her smile. This was gonna be good.

"Spill it," she said, grabbing the bottle and pouring them a second shot.

Daryl took his and downed it before he spoke. "My date ditched me… for a chick."

Carol snorted and choked on the drink of whiskey she just put in her mouth. "Oh my God… owwwww," she whined, through the coughs and sputtering.

"Serves you right," Daryl muttered, but he brought her a wad of paper towels and came to see if she was alright. It was one thing to have water or milk come out your nose, but whiskey was a different matter entirely. Carol was sure her nasal passages were destroyed for life and there were tears stinging her eyes. "Shit, are you okay?" he added. "Did that once, but the rye was in mix and that was bad enough." She was dabbing her eyes and trying to compose herself. "Come sit," Daryl said, taking her elbow and leading her to the living room.

He sat beside her and watched with concern. It was actually pretty cute and made her feel better. Finally she spoke, "So tell me more."

Daryl scowled again. "Well, it was all going well until a group of her friends showed up with a couple ladies Johanna didn't know. It was me and 7 models. It was like the start of a really great porno." Carol shook her head. "Well it turns out the new girls and Johanna shared in their love of the female form so I was all excited, thinking I might get all three of them, ya know?" Carol cringed. Not that it surprised her in the least. He was Daryl Dixon, Mr. Sexy, and he could have any woman he wanted… or several at a time as the case may be…

"Does that happen often?" Carol blurted out. It must have been the whiskey talking because she really didn't want to know the answer to that.

"Well, I don't want to brag or anything…" Daryl said, with a cocky grin. "Let's just say it usually happens when I want it to." She rolled her eyes and motioned for him to continue. "So they totally started making out in the booth," he squirmed, clearly getting turned on at the thought of it. "And all of a sudden the show was over and Johanna was getting up to leave. Turns out her new friends were not as adventuresome. 100% lesbian. Which left me with 4 other models, wounded pride but a little bit of hope." His face looked sad. "Until their boyfriends showed up," he sighed. "So there I was, from 7 hot models to me and a half finished rye and coke."

"Oh God," Carol teased. "That was the most heartbreaking tragedy I have ever heard."

"It really was tragic," he replied. "But at least I get to come home to a sexy woman…" He spun and laid down, putting his head in her lap. Jesus, mother fucking christ, Carol thought. She certainly didn't need any pressure in that area. Daryl only made matters worse when he reached up and touched the shoulder strap of her nightgown. "This is really silky, I like it." Carol squirmed. "What's wrong? Am I too heavy?" He asked, sitting up.

"No it wasn't that..." Her voice trailed off. Fuck, if it were him he would just say exactly what was going on. So why couldn't she? The whiskey was a stupid idea. So stupid. Two... Well, one and a half shots and she had loose lips. "Before you came home I was just about to... You know..."

It took a second, but when he clued into what she was implying his eyes lit up. "Oh shit, sorry..." He gave her a sly grin. "Did you need some help? I mean, my other plans fell through."

Carol stood up. She knew she was making him crazy and she was actually kind of enjoying it at that point, which was great because it hid the embarrassment. "Masturbation by definition is a one person job, but thanks for the offer," she replied sweetly.

"Fuck, say it again," he groaned. "It's so sexy when you talk dirty."

"Masturbation," Carol repeated.

"Yeah," he groaned again, shifting in his seat. "One more time, I'm almost there," he joked.

"Masturbation," she said a third time. "Gotta go now," Carol added, starting to walk away. She turned back to see Daryl grabbing his crotch. "Jesus, at least go to your bedroom," she said with a giggle. Two shots should not have made her so damn bold.

He jumped to his feet and followed her towards their rooms. When she got to her door she felt his hand on her lower back, "Bet I'm done before you."

"We'll never know, but I'm willing to bet it's gonna be pretty fucking close," she replied. "Night," Carol said, closing the door. She peeled off all her clothes and dove into bed, reaching around until she found the vibrator. Just hearing the sound sent tingles through her.

She expertly maneuvered the toy, trying to take it slow but quickly realizing her body wanted none of that. The speed at which her orgasm hit was ridiculous. She bit her lip to keep from crying out, then wondered if she should had just let it out and drove Daryl even more crazy.

She had put the vibrator away and was about to attempt to sleep when a text came in. Carol picked up her phone and saw one word: Done.

She smiled and replied quickly, Better luck next time. I win.