The response I got for my last chapter was so so amazing! Thank you beautiful people! I can't believe we are on chapter9 it feels crazy! I have updated this chapter quicker then what I expected so hopefully the next chapter is somewhere near the middle of next week.

As I did promise you in the past of writing "making love", Well here it is! I hope it is okay because I am still very unsure.

A/N: Contains Dixon language and sex.

Chapter 9: Bedroom

Carol was still in shock after Tyrese went. She kept trying to tell herself over and over that she needed to go back to Daryl; in their room but her feet felt like they where stuck to the ground. She carefully felt her breast and winced from the growing bruise. She looked down at her blue wrist and tried to move it only to get a sharp throbbing pain.

"What the fuck takin' ya so long?" Daryl walked down the huge corridor making Carol jump out her skin.

"I was waiting for Glenn to come out the bathroom" Carol lied.

"Well, is he in there now?" Daryl went for the doorknob but Carol jumped in his way.

"No. He just left" Carol felt a lump form in her throat.

"Why ain't ya goin' in there then?" Daryl lowered his eyebrows at her strange behaviour.

"Just leave me alone, Daryl" Carol cried and shut the bathroom door quickly behind her.

She didn't want to lie to him anymore. Hell, It felt like Carol was getting ripped into two from the walkers from lying towards Daryl. Carol quickly had a hot shower, not daring to look at her breast. She then got changed into her night clothes and then opened the door to find Daryl sat with his back against the wall opposite. She sighed.

"Ya alright?" Daryl stood up.

"Yeah, sorry I just got agitated" Carol watched as he walked up towards her and hugged her tight against his body; she embraced it. Daryl didn't know what was going on in his woman's head but he will be damned to get to the bottom of it.

"I won't let them assholes lay a finger on ya" Daryl leaned back and cupped her chin for her to look at him. "Ya need to know that I will go where ever ya will go, right?" Daryl watched as she nodded.

"And I will go where ever you will go" Carol smiled.

"So what's wro-" Before Daryl could finish his sentence Carol jumped onto her toes and kissed him, part of her wanted him to stop with all these silly questions but then the other part of her really just wanted him.

Daryl stood there in shock but quickly found their rhythm. He snaked his hands to her ass, bringing her closer. She moaned and gently slid her tough into his mouth. Daryl parted from her lips and watched her confused face. He smirked.

"Bedroom?"

"Bedroom" Carol repeated him.

She didn't know what happened she didn't know how she ended up in their bedroom so fast but she didn't care. She wanted him. Needed all of him. They now where on the bed, Carol watched as Daryl hovered over her. When his lips met hers, she couldn't stop the trembling that shimmered through her body. She hung on tightly as he nibbled at her mouth, barely registering his fingers at the waistband of her pants. Then Daryl hand was inside her panties, rough fingertips circling her sensitive bud as he pushed Carol pants off her hips with his other hand. He dipped one finger into her wetness, then another, catching Carol moan and arch her back into him. Daryl let her hands slide down over his broad chest, her fingers mapping the planes of his muscles all the way to the clasp of his pants. Carol opened them, as she reached inside wrapping her hand around his member. He was big and hard against her palm as she stroked him base to tip. Carol groaned as he slid his fingers out, shoving all his and Carol's clothing out the way, entering her in one long, smooth thrust. Daryl head dropped back, her body thrumming with the intensity of unexpected emotion. She felt his lips on her chest, hopping he wouldn't notice her bruised breast. He moved up her collarbone and over her neck, on the tip of her chin. She lifted her head, eyes closed as she waited to feel his mouth against hers once more.

"Open ya eyes, woman" Daryl breathed, and she did, slowly. He pushed out of her and inside her again, making them both moan.

"Ya mine, mine to protect" He continued.

Carol felt Daryl still as he waited. Ed never said anything to her like that he never wanted her like this. The request was so formal, and yet so primal from Daryl. He was calming her, marking her for his own, and instead of being insulted by it she found herself longing to belong to him. And she will.

"I'm yours" She whispered against his lips. He rewarded her with a crushing kiss but she pulled away.

"Daryl move" She breathed heavily. Daryl began to move within her, sending spiral of pleasure rushing through her body. Daryl moved his lips down to her neck, his body locked tightly to hers. She felt whole, as some part of her she hadn't even known was missing had been restored. Moving with him, Carol matched his movements as she gave herself over to passion. Carol body tightened as his thrusts came faster, more insistent. The tension wound stronger, exploding out from her core with a shocking intensity as she felt him come inside her. Daryl collapsed onto her as they tried to catch their breath. Carol closed her eyes, missing the feeling already.

"What the fuck" Daryl moved his weight off her. Carol opened her eyes quickly and leaned on her elbows; she looked to Daryl anger face and followed his glaze to her breast.

"Who the fuck did that!" Daryl stood up and quickly pulled his shirt and pants back on, he gave Carol her panties and pants but held onto her top.

"Nobody" Carol arched her back on the bed to pull up her pants. She held out her hand for her top but he didn't respond.

"Fuck, I hurt ya" Daryl put her top on the edge on the bed and made his way towards the door making sure he grabbed his crossbow on the way. Carol got up from the bed almost too quickly that she felt dizzy. But that didn't stop her; she grabbed his arm with her bad wrist making her groan in pain. Daryl turns to her attention quickly, holding her up from her dizziness.

"I need to sit down" Carol mumbled and felt herself being helped sat down on the edge of the bed. Daryl kneeled down in – between her legs and examined her wrist.

"Carol, who the fuc-"

"Nobody. It's nothing" Carol tried not to cry. She didn't want Daryl having nearly a heart attack over this. Damn they could both be laying together on the bed right this moment but no. Something always happens, something always stops their path. Daryl put both his hands on the edge of the bed between Carol and placed his head lightly on her lap. Carol felt his hands grab the bedding and his breathing became heavy.

"There is fingerprints on ya wrist" Daryl said as he lifted himself up from the floor. He knew exactly who did this. This was why her behaviour was so odd before came out the bathroom.

"Why didn't ya fuckin' tell me? If ya told me I would have shot every last arrow I have in his ass by now!" Daryl paced around the room finding every weapon he and Carol owned to kill Tyrese.

"Just leave it! He only protecting his family" Carol stood up and pulled on her top.

"Well, now I am protecting ya! I don't care what ya did but him touching ya, him touching my woman just makes me wanna shit all over him" Daryl threw the mirror off the wall and started to reload his crossbow.

"Daryl Stop!" Carol kneeled down with him. "If the tables where turned; If someone killed me you would want revenge just like Tyrese does" Carol felt him tense and shiver. Daryl pushed the thought of losing Carol out his head.

"Don't ya fuckin' say that again!" Daryl got up and went for the door.

He walked down the corridor to find Tyrese ass.

R&R

Marvella.M