Back from my mini-vacation! Thanks to all of you for following this story! Especially for reviewing it! :) It has kept me inspired!
I truly hope you like this chapter. I found it difficult to write.
This is a MATURE Chapter! SKIP if you want to...I will try to make Chapter 4 flow into 6...
This is such a TRIGGER Chapter! Indications of ABUSE, MISTREATMENT, RAPE...basically if your worried this may in any way offend you...Don't read this!
I do not own or take credit for anything that has to do with the Walking Dead, it's characters, thoughts or ideas.
Daryl POV
Daryl felt Carol gasp and open her mouth as his lips met hers. He knew they were dealing with an extremely volatile and dangerous situation...yet some part of him, a more primal part, recognized that his lips were...finally...on hers.
That same primal part of him felt how perfect Carol's breast fit into his hand. Involuntarily, Daryl released a groan. Then he suddenly felt himself harden. Before Daryl could stop himself, he found he was instinctively grinding himself against her. Pulling himself away from his sudden physical need for Carol, he shoved his head into her shoulder, and whispered the words "trust me" against her ear.
Suddenly, Daryl felt himself being roughly pulled from the top of Carol by two hands. Daryl landed on the floor, his open pants caused his belt buckle to clang loudly together. For a second, he sat on the floor stunned. Joe was pissed.
"Told you to sample the goods, what are you doing? Bout' to fuck her boy?" Joe asked him.
One thing Daryl had learned, was that Joe didn't like people messing with his things. For Joe, the definition of "things" included women. Daryl looked at Joe. He saw how he was straddling Carol, putting all his weight on her, and pinning down her shoulders. Carol struggled against Joe, but wasn't strong enough to budge the me. Even though he had freed Carol's hands earlier, even in this position, she would have a hard time getting them out from underneath her body.
"Wasn't gonna fuck her Joe, just wanted to warm her up a little." Daryl told him. He was disgusted with his own words. He put on a look of submission and hoped Joe would go for it. For a second, Daryl thought of Merle. Merle would never have submitted to anyone for any reason. Especially over a woman. For Carol, Daryl had and was risking everything. She wasn't just a woman...she was his best friend. In all honesty, she had been more dedicated to him than his own brother...more than anyone he'd ever known in his entire life. He'd never hurt him...purposely or accidentally. She'd never given up on him. Took his shit and fought for him. Called him out on the lies he told himself about not caring.
"That so?' Joe asked with a raised eyebrow.
Something on Daryl's face must have told Joe that Daryl was telling the truth, because Joe seemed to relax and his anger towards Daryl left.
"Well, get over here a help me with her. Hold her down for me." Joe told Daryl. He took his head and nodded towards Carol underneath him. Daryl walked over to Carol and held her shoulders down. He looked into her eyes and saw panic there. Daryl knew that her past was haunting her. Visions of Ed floating through her mind. The abuse...the feeling of helplessness and weakness.
Daryl knew this moment was magnifying everything she had been through in the past. And Daryl was a part of it. No matter what the result of this "act"...he would never be able to forgive himself for making her feel this way. Daryl felt his anger rising while watching Joe start to pull his clothes off. Joe almost never had his gun off of him. Even now it was at his side.
This made Daryl hesitate to just take Joe out. He couldn't risk alerting the other men or Joe killing Carol. Watching this man eager and smiling with anticipation at the enjoyment he would have at assaulting Carol...not just Carol, but HIS Carol...Daryl's muscles tensed...coiled tight...they were ready to be released in attack. He just needed that one fucking moment of opportunity.
Carol POV
She felt Daryl's mouth on hers. It was rough and desperate, then suddenly soft as his tongue grazed the inside of her mouth. Carol knew he was only doing it to save both of their lives, but when Daryl had groaned...she had felt that maybe, for a second, it wasn't all an act. Then Daryl had started to grind himself into her. She was shocked as it sent ripples through her center. She was stunned and had stopped herself from responding.
Then Daryl was suddenly gone, and another man was on top of her...restraining her. Panic set in. The kind of panic that only came from years and years of expecting to be mistreated and abused. She hated herself for it but out of habit she froze. Carol heard Joe say something to Daryl and Daryl respond, but she just couldn't focus on it. She was way too wrapped up in the past and struggling to fight her way to the surface of those memories.
She felt Daryl grab her shoulders and push them back into the bed. Past memories mixed with the present. No...no...no...this was wrong! Daryl wouldn't do this to her, would he? Doubts floated through her mind. Maybe he was going to hurt her? Maybe that had been his plan all along? Carol forced herself to look into his eyes, then she remembered the words Daryl had softly spoken in her ear..."Trust me." He had told her.
And she suddenly realized that she completely did. Trust wasn't something she just handed out to anyone. But like a life saver, she held onto to her trust of Daryl, riding the waves of fear and pain...then she pulled herself up and out of the mental/emotional prison she'd lost herself in...
Daryl POV
"Help me get her pants off." Joe told Daryl. Daryl looked down at Carol and he saw the edges of her mouth curl into a smile.
"Seems our girl is getting into it." Joe told them. Joe had taken his shirt and jacket off. His pants were down to his knees and his dick stood straight out and stiff. Daryl looked at Carol. She raised an eyebrow and kept her smile. Daryl was confused. She wanted her pants off?
"That it? You gettin' into it?" Joe asked her. Carol just looked from Joe back to Daryl and then back to Joe. "Seems you may have warmed her up after all Dixon." Joe told him.
"That watcha wantin'? You wanting to play with both of us?" he asked Carol. Carol just bit her lip then slowly licked them. "You gonna be good if we let your arms go?" Joe asked her.
"I'll be very good." Carol told him in a sultry voice.
"Damn Dixon! This here is gonna be a fuckin' party! Seems we gotta us here a lil' fuck toy. That what you want to be bitch? Our little fuck toy?" Joe asked her.
"Just you two. Both." Carol told Joe. "We may have just won the fuckin' lottery!" Joe told Daryl. "You play nice or it won't just be mine and his dick that will be fucking you every which way." Joe told her.
"Let her arms go." Joe told Daryl. Daryl let Carol's arms go. Daryl was confused by the change in Carol. Her sudden acceptance of this situation. It wasn't like her. He had asked her to trust him. Now, he had to remind himself that he was going to have to trust her.
"Get up here." Joe told her. Carol got up on her knees and faced Joe. Her shoulders were back, and she had a confidence in her stance. Joe pulled her forward and pushed his mouth against her mouth. Joe jammed his tongue down her throat. Carol opened her mouth to Joe. He raised his hands, pushed her bra aside and roughly grabbed her breast.
Daryl saw Joe take Carol's hand and guide it to his erection. She grasped it and began moving her hand up and down. Daryl knew this was a test. If she showed any resistance that Joe would have her restrained or tied up again.
Daryl's hands began to move into fists and they trembled with repressed rage. He wasn't going to be able to wait for that opportune moment much longer. His heart raced at visualizing his hand gripped around Joe's throat choking him to death.
"Fuck. You're good at that. Bet your mouth is better." Joe told her. Oh, Shit! Fucking no way! Daryl would not let her go this far with this act.
"But he's already been there. Don't you want to be the first in me?" Carol told him seductively. She took her tongue and licked at Joe's lips. Joe looked at her for a moment. Daryl could tell he was hesitant. He didn't fully trust Carol, but he also knew he had the upper hand. He had Daryl in here with him. She had no weapons. They had all been removed beforehand.
"You're right." Joe told her. "Daryl get the fuck outta the way. She's mine first then you get her." Joe told him. Daryl stepped off the bed and stepped slightly behind Joe.
"Take your pants off. Hurry!" Joe told Carol. Carol unbuttoned her pants and quickly slid them down her legs. Joe was so busy getting a better balance on the bed, he didn't even notice Carol pull the knife that had been duct taped to the inside of her thigh. Carol had quickly taken that knife and thrust it up into his throat. Daryl grabbed Joe and covered his mouth with his hand while twisting his head quickly to the side. There was a loud snapping sound. Then Daryl let Joe's body slide to the floor. Daryl rejoiced at the thud of Joe's body hitting the floor. That fucker would never touch Carol again.
"Come on. We have to get out of here!" Carol told him as she began pulling her pants back up. She grabbed Joe's shirt from the floor and pulled it on, then put on her own jacket and boots. Following her lead, Daryl buckled his pants and put his shirt and leather vest back on. He grabbed his backpack and crossbow. He watched carol look over the room and grab items to put into a bag. Opening a window, Daryl checked for walkers and other threats. When it was clear, he climbed out of the window and reached through to help Carol out the window. He was glad they were on the first floor. Carol silently pointed in a specific direction. Following her lead, they both fled into the night.