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Chapter 13:Tough son of a bitch

Daryl slammed up into her deep as Carol put both her hands beside his head on the bed to keep herself up. He gripped her hips so hard his fingers hurt, he pulled back from underneath her then thrust into her again, and again as Carol cried out while he growled. He reached down between her legs, finding her hard little clit and rubbing it, feeling it stiffen further. He pinched it lightly, tugging on it, then letting go and grazing it in a circular motion with his palm. Her groans grew louder making him want her more. His free hand braced the top of her ass, as she swelled and tightened around him as she came, shaking and screaming and then with Daryl not long after her. Carol collapsed onto his chest as she tried to catch her breath.

"I love ya woman" Daryl whispered panting while moving both of them so they where lying side by side. Daryl pulled her into his chest as there legs entwined together.

"I love you too. But I don't want to go on top again; do you know how tiring it is?" Carol said while her eyes where shut. Daryl chuckled.

"I wasn't plannin' on you bein' on top permanent" Daryl kissed her forehead and pulled the blanket over them both.

After a few minutes of them snuggled together Carol was finding it hard to sleep, she sighed and looked up at Daryl wide awake eyes.

"Can you do something?" Carol asked.

"Anythin'" Daryl said feeling worried.

"Can you give Tiffany a chance?" Carol asked again hoping he wouldn't move away but he needed to know. Daryl should give Tiffany a chance, she tough and could be another good member of the group. Daryl sighed and was about to open his mouth but Carol cut him off.

"For me" Carol put her hand on his warm cheek and rubbed circles with her thumb.

"For ya" Daryl nodded his head once and snuggled into Carol more moving his head to lean on the top of her head. He felt her breathing get even as she started to fall asleep. Maybe Carol was right; maybe he could give Tiffany a chance. It could just be him, Carol and Tiffany.

The next couple of days where quiet. Daryl was healing well and already going out on runs with the other guys while Carol was helping Beth around the mansion. Daryl did what Carol had asked him the other night but it was hard for him to talk to new people never mind talking to his newly niece. But he tried his best and made small talk with Tiffany about the runs but nothing more. Carol knew they both couldn't find that connection. Near the end of the hard day, Carol walked down the corridor of rooms carrying a basket of laundry. She found doing laundry after dinner always seemed to calm her thoughts down and it especially helped her get less nightmares. She had been getting really bad nightmares recently of Woodbury or of Ed. Hell the worst one was where Daryl got bit by the walkers. She would always get woken up by Daryl and he would comfort her while she cried it out, she never told him her horrible dreams though.

And now she was walking down the corridor, popping her head in and out the rooms but she stopped when she heard Tiffany and Daryl in a spare living room talking. She leaned back her back on the wall beside the door and just listened to their conversation. Carol knew she shouldn't be listening but she couldn't stop herself.

"Ya got a pretty awesome crossbow there" Tiffany said leaned back on the sofa. Her hands where under her head and her legs where stretched out, one foot on top of the other. Daryl was sat on a table opposite Tiffany on the other side of the room. He was fiddling with his Crossbow.

"Merle gave it to me when I was a kid" Daryl nodded once looking at it.

"What was Merle like?" Tiffany asked. Her adopted parents told her they never knew much about Merle and when ever Tiffany asked them about him they always changed the subject.

Daryl chuckled "He was an ass"

"No shit, ain't we all?" Tiffany rolled her eyes and leaned forward to have a drink.

"Nah, Merle was like ya. Toughest son of a bitch I've ever met" Daryl watched as Tiffany moved back after a sip of water.

"Are ya sayin' I'm a tough son of a bitch Uncle Daryl?" Tiffany smirked

"Ya could say so but don't call me that. Hell I sound old" Daryl pointed a finger at her and then went back fiddling with his Crossbow. He knew exactly how this girl's head worked; it was like working with another Merle.

"There would be a lot of things I would call my adopted parents" Tiffany mumbled remembering her adopted parents. All they cared about was work and was never home because of their enjoyable overtime they volunteered to do just so they had an excuse not to be home with Tiffany.

"I think it was for the best – to have someone else to take ya on" Daryl looked everywhere but her.

"Why? I would have liked to have lived with ya and Merle. Ya ain't so bad" Tiffany smirked. Daryl scanned her face trying to work out if she was joking or being serious.

"Ya wouldn't. Merle was hardly home and our dad... our dad was a bastered" Daryl told.

"I'm a tough son of a bitch remember" Tiffany raised one eyebrow.

"How have ya survived this long on ya damn own without gettin' a gun to ya head from Woodbury or any other fuckers?" Daryl asked squinting his eyes. He barley survived living with his dad before the world went to shit and then this girl would have preferred to live with him then with her adopted parents who gave a shit to some extent.

"Oh, who ain't had a gun on them in the past year, huh? Hell, I think I would piss my pants if some stranger came walkin' up with his mitts in his pockets. That'd be the bitch ya should be scared of" Tiffany stood up and played with the hem on the bottom of her dirty brown vest. Daryl chuckled.

"What?" Tiffany asked walking across the room and leaning her body on the open door.

"Sort of thin' Merle would say" Daryl said sadly, looking down at the floor but watched at the corner of his eye Tiffany giving him a small smile. A real smile.

"I'm goanna go and find some drama" Tiffany said walking out the door.

Carol heard most of their conversation and disappeared to the utility before Tiffany left. She smiled as she scrubbed Maggie's top. She loved how they seemed to be getting on better each day. Daryl deserved to have someone even if he acted or admitted he didn't. After she finished with most of the laundry she placed it all on the table in the dining room for everyone to pick there own clothes out in the morning. She walked into their room with Daryl and her own clean clothes. Daryl was standing by the edge of the bed sorting out a bag of ammo.

"I was startin' to worry" Daryl looked up at Carol putting the clothes on a chair.

"I was doing laundry to keep my mind off things" Carol sat on the edge of the bed and pulled off her boots.

"Off what?" Daryl sat on the bed and pulled her into his chest. Daryl then shoved the ammo bag on the floor and pushed them both more onto the bed so that they where lying together.

"So I won't get nightmares" Carol breathed in Daryl's sent.

"Wanna talk about them" Daryl lifted her chin. She was getting so many nightmares that Daryl was worried there was something she wasn't telling him. But there honestly wasn't anything for Carol to tell.

"Nah" Carol turned her body and pressed her back to his chest while his hands circled around her stomach. A couple of moments in this peaceful silence Carol breaks it.

"Thank you" Carol brought up Daryl palm and kissed it.

"For what?" Daryl asked moving his head into the crook of her neck. Carol hummed a small chuckle and fell asleep.

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Marvella.M