I do not own the walking dead. I am not associated with the creator, actors or writers. This is all just for fun.

Hi Guys, This is a smutty chapter, so if you don't like that you may want to wait until the next chapter.

I've been working on my smut writing skills. Let me know what you think.

Also, I will be out-of-town until next week, so won't be able to update till then.

Chapter 21

Daryl closed his door behind Carol. He stood there taking in the sight of her. She was gorgeous. He loved how her curly silvery hair framed her face. The delicate features of her face made her seem so fragile. Now, Daryl knew better. She was the strongest woman he'd ever known, and fragile no longer applied to Carol Peletier.

Her beauty was a beauty that she would have until old age. It wasn't that temporary beauty that blossoms in all women, then fades as a womans younger years pass them by...

The way her pants hugged her hips. He felt like he was staring too much, so he pulled his eyes up to hers...she had a half-smile with a hint of mischievous thrown in there on her face. She'd caught him, and he blushed.

"Whatcha' doing here Carol?" Daryl asked her. He hoped beyond hope she was here for him.

"I thought you'd share a glass of wine with me?" Carol told him. She put down two glasses and the bottle of wine. She took the bottle opener, and struggled to remove the cork. Daryl reached over and took it from her.

"Here, let me." Daryl told her. He pulled the cork out and handed the bottle to Carol.

Carol poured them each a glass of Merlot.

"I thought about what you said." Carol told him. She looked down at the glass for a moment, before she raised her eyes and looked into his blue ones. "I love you too Daryl. I always have, but I was scared and hurt, but I think I understand why what happened, I should say DIDN'T, happened between you and Beth."

She looked up at him. Her eyes held a vulnerability to them that she no longer allowed anyone to see...no one except Daryl.

Daryl's heart sped up. He realized that Carol was giving all of her trust and heart to him in this moment. He couldn't believe this amazing woman, standing in front of him, thought he was worthy of her love...of her forgiveness...She loved him. He loved her.

This was something he'd never allowed himself to imagine he'd have in his life...This was a tried and true love. Daryl stood in awe of Carol. She was literally the best person he had ever known in his life. She wasn't just his best friend, she was his soul mate.

"I'm not really a wine kinda guy." Daryl told her.

"Well, it's all I got." Carol told him. Surprised he hadn't responded to her admission.

Smiling Daryl took it from her and drained the glass.

"Not bad for wine." He told Carol. Though he did wrinkle his nose at the taste.

Carol laughed at Daryl's expression and he smiled back. Then they both felt the shift, they both knew this was the moment. What was about to happen was going to change their relationship forever. Stepping closer to her, Daryl took the barely touched glass of wine from Carol. Her smile faltered, as she felt the heat of his body so close to her own...

Leaning down, Daryl let his lips lightly touch Carol's. It was a testing and gentle kiss. Carol wrapped her arms around his shoulders, and opened her mouth to him. Daryl growled into it, and let his tongue explore its deeper depths. It was erotic and passionate. She'd never felt like this from any other kiss she'd had in the past. She realized that their chemistry and bond was truly unique and special.

Carol's knees felt weak, and she was glad Daryl's arms were around her holding her tight.

His hand floated under her the front of her shirt. His fingertips leaving trails of goosebumps where he touched. He took his hand and let it glide along the underside of her breast. He then let it go higher...with his thumb, he teased her nipple into a little hardened bud. Daryl then cupped her breast, and held it...enjoying the feel of it against his palm. Carol sighed and pulled back a little to allow his hand better access.

Eventually, he reached down and pulled her shirt up and over her head. As he did, he realized that Carol wasn't wearing a bra. Daryl sucked in a breath as he took in their beauty. Looking at them, he felt his erection straining even harder against his pants.

Daryl wanted to be gentle with her, but he had a primal driving need to claim her. To be inside Carol...moving in and out of her. Daryl wanted them to belong to one another.

...

He crushed his lips to her breast, and let his tongue circle around the pink tipped peak. He whisked at the other one with his tongue, then he took it between his teeth and tugged gently. Carol grasped his hair tightly, and pulled his mouth more firmly against her chest. Her silky tan skin flushed red across her chest with her arousal.

He truly was completely all male. His smell, his taste, the way he held himself. The hunter he was...it all showed in how he touched her and kissed her. Carol loved it!

She could feel the bunching muscles of his shoulders, as he went from one breast to the other. Daryl took his time and seemed to chart the details of each peak with his tongue. His mouth was hot and wet, and set Carol's body on fire. She'd never been so turned on in her life.

She desired him. She needed him. She wanted him to be inside her, and fuck her until she screamed. He was the only one who could free her body from its erotic ache deep within her.

Carol needed to feel him moving in her. She wanted him to claim her with each thrust, and Carol wanted to feel him spilling his seed deep in her.

"I want you in me now Daryl." Carol told him assertively. She gripped his hair in her hands and made him look at her. Her eyes foggy with the need she had for him.

...

Daryl smiled. She may be strong-willed and independent, but in the bedroom he was going to be in charge...most of the time.

"Are you sure, I haven't even gotten to do everything I've wanted to do to you yet." Daryl told her.

Carol had images of different positions and the way his mouth would and could move against her body.

...

Still standing, Daryl pulled down Carol's pants, and he was pleasantly surprised to see she wasn't wearing any underwear. That was even sexier.

Daryl took in her complete nakedness. She was a fuckin' goddess. With that he reached down, and slid his finger in-between her soft folds. Taking his fingertip he rubbed the bundle of nerves there. Carol gasped and whimpered at the touch. She spread her legs to allow him more access.

He whispered, "Carol, I know you're independent and like being in control...but in the bedroom you're mine." Daryl told her. Making sure she understood.

Carol nodded her head in agreement. With any other man she wouldn't have, but with Daryl Dixon...she wanted all the hunter had to offer. She found that she wanted to be claimed by Daryl. More importantly, she wanted to claim him as her own.

"As long as you know that you're mine Dixon. All mine." Carol told him.

Daryl smiled at her, and nodded his head.

...

Picking her up, Carol wrapped her legs around his mid-section and carried her to Daryl's bed.

Laying on the bed, Daryl kissed her passionately. All the while, he caressing every curve of her body. She pulled and tugged at his shirt, until he pulled it off for her. Daryl then slid his pants and boxers off. Carol looked at him. He was beautiful. Defined muscles. The scars he'd tried to hide so long ago, now representations of the beautiful strong man in front of her. Daryl no longer cared if Carol say them. He knew Carol never judged him.

...

Carol noticed his large erection was showing its approval towards her body. He was bigger than she'd imagined. Inside, Carol did a little happy dance. Not that she would have been unhappy if he was a little smaller, but he was way above average...and that was every woman's dream. No matter what they said.

Leaning down Daryl kissed her, and she felt the head of his penis begin to rub against her slit between her thighs. She whimpered and Daryl groaned.

Then in a physical representation of their claim on one another...Daryl took his hand, lined up his shaft with her center, looked into her eyes, and in one swift movement...he plunged deeply into her.

They both caught their breath, and they stayed there for a moment without moving. Just enjoying their connection that was years in the making.

Carol's eyes teared up, and Daryl kissed them away. He began to rhythmically push in and out of her. Carol met each one with the lift of her hips. Their bodies working in harmony.

Then as the pressure began building in both of them, their breathing became more labored, and his thrusts became harder and deeper. Sweat glistened off both of their bodies.

She arched her hips into his possessive thrusts. Holding onto his strong shoulders, she felt the strength, and power in his legs each time their bodies met.

"Do you feel that Carol. That's me, moving inside the woman, that I'm madly in love with..." Daryl whispered into Carol's ear. Carol's heart filled with love. Everything she'd been holding back and hiding from, even her own self, came flooding forward.

Daryl continued thrusting into her...Using the strength of his thighs to push deep enough into her, that he was able to hit that one special spot.

As he rocked in and out of her...Carol felt each movement, each inch, each time he filled her with himself.

She felt herself tighten in her center, she felt a heat and a throbbing that was building up, begging to be released.

Carol grasped his shoulders, her fingernails digging into them.

She had went past all outer awareness, she had tunnel vision as she felt his manhood become even harder inside of her.

He leaned up and gripped her hips with both of his hands. He began pulling her on to him has he plunged into her.

Carol's center ached even more. Somehow this position allowed him better access to her. She felt exposed and vulnerable laying in front of him, but she reveled in it. She liked being taken care of by him. She loved trusting him with her heart and body.

Her breasts bounced every time he pushed into her.

She was wet, hot and velvety.

"Please Daryl." She whimpered. Her whimpering bringing him close to the edge.

Leaning down, making sure Carol was looking into his eyes. He sped up, both of their breaths were labored and ragged. They watched each other with an intensity neither had experienced with any other person in their lives. This is what poets wrote about...this is what inspired Shakespeare and Mozart. True love. Soul mates. They were destined for one another, and they both knew it.

He captured her lips with his...he drove his tongue into her mouth.

Daryl felt her center clench around him, then he felt her begin to shudder and spasm. Her body pulled him deeper into her as wave after wave of ecstasy moved throughout her.

Daryl lost all control then...

He pushed into her so hard, she moved across the bed. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and held on tight.

Finally, he felt his balls tighten, lift and then he came in a jarring pulsing climax.

He groaned loudly with satisfaction. A man with his woman. taking her, loving her...making her his in every way.

He tucked his head into her shoulder, as he rode out his orgasm he slowly pushed into her.

Looking into each others eyes, they both smiled and then laughed at the joy each other had experienced with each other.

To be continued...