Big thank you to everyone who has read so far and for all the wonderful reviews, keep them coming Also big thanks to Jaded79 for going over this chapter for me. This chapter is a little longer then must but I hope you enjoy, let me know what you think

Chapter 28

Officer Dick.

Carol and Andrea had long since finished their bottle of tequila and were feeling in the mood for dancing. They turned in their seats to see both Rick and Daryl still talking with Paige and Jo, and the two girls were not holding back with their obvious flirting. Andrea felt rage burn through her at the sight of the man she loved with another woman pressed against him, she moved to put a stop to it but Carol stopped her.

"Don't give him the satisfaction; he is either too clueless to see Jo is hitting on him something hard, or is enjoying the attention, either way he deserves to be punished." Carol smiled. Andrea raised her eyebrow at her.

"Punished? What did you have in mind?" Carol giggled loving the feeling the alcohol was having on her, the freedom, it made her feel so sensual.

"Tyrese, Jake," she turned facing the two men sitting at the bar. "We wish to dance." Tyrese smiled, liking that she had asked him; it was no secret how he felt about Carol.

"Yes commander," the men smiled, leading them out into the crowd. Carol and Andrea moved to the fast beat of the music, dancing with each other and the two men. They loved the freedom, how it felt. The men weren't shy either, hands grasping their hips, rubbing against their back sides.

Daryl was fuming, what the hell was she playing at? Was she trying to piss him off? If so it was working. He noticed Rick was now standing beside him looking just as annoyed as he did but his annoyance directed at Andrea who looked like she was having the time of her life. Just as both men went to head towards the women, Beth's words stopped them.

"You know it's payback right?" she smiled at them.

"For what?" Rick asked looking confused.

"Are you serious? Those two chicks were all over you guys a few seconds ago."

"We were just talking to them," Daryl huffed.

"I don't know what you're worried about Daryl, didn't you say this afternoon you were done with women and all their crap?" she quoted him.

"That's beside the bloody point, we have a daughter together," he snapped.

"So what? She should spend the rest of her life not having sex because she is a mum?" His head snapped around at Beth's words as a growl escaped him. "Hhhhmmm so not as through with her as you thought huh?"

"Shut it!" he snapped hating that she was right. He loved Carol and regardless of what she had done, he knew he could never live without her again. Beth couldn't help but laugh at the scowl on his face.

"Look it's pretty simple that…" she spoke pointing at Carol and Andrea dancing heatedly with Tyrese and Jake, "is punishment for that," she said turning to point at the two sisters who waved at Daryl and Rick.

"Oh god," Rick sighed. "But I was just being nice, you know getting to know them."

"Maybe you were but they had other things in mind," she laughed. "Good luck guys," she smiled patting Daryl on the shoulder and looping arms with Merle intending to head home for the night.

"Don't be a fool baby brother, she won't wait forever."

"Hang on a second, she ran from me remember, lied to me and I'm meant to just forgive her?" he hissed turning to look at Merle.

"What's the alternative? Stay mad forever and lose her? She feels guilt, shame, remorse, she wishes she could turn back the clock but she can't… when you thought she was dead you would have gone into the pits of hell to get her back and now she is here for the taking and your stalling cause she made a mistake?" Merle spoke raising his eyebrow at him. "Balls in your court little brother," Merle reminded him before turning and leaving with Beth.

Daryl looked at Rick who was looking at him, Daryl knew Merle was right, he knew Carol was sorry and felt guilty. She had told him as much and after everything she had been through, it was no shock that she pulled away from people so much. Hell, Merle had been like that in the first few months after they had found him in the Governor's compound.

Making up his mind that there was no more time for games, guilt or regret; that it was time to move forward and make a life together with their beautiful little girl. It was time for them to truly be a family. He turned to face the dance floor, determination all over his face, and he was surprised to find both Carol and Andrea gone. Moving fast with Rick closely behind him he stopped in front of Tyrese, tapping him on the shoulder to get his attention.

"Where the hell did they go?"

"The training room, they were debating who was the better knife thrower," Tyrese told them before turning back to dancing with a few different people.

Daryl and Rick moved outside, amazed at how quiet it was once the door shut behind them. They moved across the dirt walkway and into the hall, being quiet. They watched as Carol and Andrea laughed, trying to line up the target.

"Alright so if I hit the target you have to teach me everything you know about tracking, fighting and interrogation," Andrea spoke swaying slightly, they were both clearly drunk.

"And if I win, you go back into that party, grab that red headed skank Jo and slap that flirty smile right off her face," Carol slurred lightly.

"Deal!" Andrea stood tall trying to stand still, lining up the shot. She threw the knife hitting the board but missing the bullseye by a mile.

"Let me show you how it is done," Carol moved lining up her shot, throwing the knife she also missed the bullseye but did come closer than Andrea.

"Wait my vision is slightly off due to seeing double, let me try that again," she spoke looking confused as to her sloppy throw.

"That's because you're slightly drunk, love." They both turned, almost falling at the sound of Daryl's voice, both men moved towards them.

"I am not slightly drunk… I'm very drunk," she giggled. Andrea couldn't help but giggle with her. "Whatever, sloppy throw or not, mine is closer which means you have a skank to slap," she said pointing at Andrea.

"With pleasure," Andrea smiled, moving to march out of the hall only to have Rick cut her off.

"Oh no I don't think so, there will be no skank slapping tonight," he said wrapping his arms around her but Andrea pushed him back lightly.

"Well then maybe you shouldn't have been flirting with her for half the night," she slurred draping her arm around Carol's shoulder. "Now we are trying to have fun so why don't you run along," she dismissed him and Carol couldn't help but laugh.

"I think it's time for bed."

"No we're just having a good time, don't be such a buzz kill, Officer Dick," Carol spoke giggling at her slip. "I mean Rick," she tried to correct herself but was still laughing.

"Oh no sweetie you got it right the first time," Andrea said seriously, causing Carol to almost collapse in a fit of giggles; but when she looked up tears in her eyes from laughing so much, Daryl was looking at her unamused.

"Not funny?" Daryl shook his head moving closer to her.

"A little, but not the point," he whispered causing her to giggle a little again.

"Come on, she means no harm, she is just enjoying her night, let her… do you know how long it's been since I had a freeing fun filled night… it's been… well the other night was pretty fun come to think of it," she smiled, raising her eyebrow at Daryl suggestively, who looked at her stunned that she was being so bold.

"Andrea, sweetie, you know I only have eyes for you," Rick tried to reassure her.

"Really, cause your eyes were elsewhere tonight," she huffed crossing her arms across her chest.

"No I was just being nice that's all." She clearly didn't believe him because she wouldn't even look at him. Sighing, he reached into his pocket pulling out a box. "If I wanted anyone else would I have gotten you this?," he asked, opening the box to reveal a diamond engagement ring.

"Rick…" she gasped in shock.

"I was going to wait till we got back to the prison but here is as good a place as any." Dropping to one knee, he looked up at her. "Andrea will you marry me?"

"Yes of course," she squealed in excitement. He stood slipping the ring on her finger as they quickly got lost in their kiss, clearly forgetting that Daryl and Carol were there as they tumbled to the floor, a mass of tangled limbs with no sign of stopping.

"I really don't wanna see this," Daryl spoke turning away from the couple.

"I agree, we're going to leave you guys to it, congratulations," Carol spoke. Moving fast with Daryl right behind her, they left the couple who didn't even seem to notice they had left.

"What is it about tonight? Did they put something in the drinks? Is it in the air? It's like proposals 'r' us," she sighed as they stepped outside, rubbing her arms when the cool night air hit her skin. Daryl removed his jacket draping it over her shoulders.

"Thanks," she said, she couldn't help but be slightly surprised. They walked silently to her house and once they got there, she stumbled with her keys till he took them and helped her inside closing the door behind them.

"You know I never do this right?" Carol turned feeling the overwhelming need to explain herself.

"Do what?"

"Drink, get drunk, this is the first time, I honestly can't remember the last time, but it was before the world turned to shit," she sighed moving into her room.

"I know, you don't have to explain anything to me, Carol. Michonne told me you never do go out and you only agreed to go tonight when she begged you to and promised to have four guards at the nanny's house watching over Rose." Carol laughed nodding.

"Yeah she told me I was being paranoid but I won't lose another child," she whispered. He could hear the sadness in her voice but decided not to push the subject. "Turn," she told him but he just looked at her confused.

"What?"

"Turn," she said. She put her back to him and stripped off her top and leather pants, she turned to grab her nightie, only to see him still staring at her.

She was the most erotic thing he had ever seen, in only her lacy black underwear, her rose tattoo peeking out over her lacy thong and her battle scars even more clear now. The whole look of her made him as hard as a rock. "See something you like, Daryl?," she smirked her words breaking his trance. He quickly turned.

"Sorry," he muttered but it was too late he had ignited something in her. Moving over to him, she turned him fast, pushing him back into a nearby wall. He looked at her surprised.

"God, you're strong," he couldn't stop the words from slipping past his lips.

"I have many talents," she smirked pressing up against him.

"Carol we shouldn't…," he started but she cut him off.

"Come on, Daryl. I know you want to; I saw how you were looking at me tonight."

"So you knew I didn't like the fact that you were dancing with that meathead?"

"Tyrese? He is harmless."

"He's in love with you."

"Were you jealous?" she heard him growl at her question. "I'll take that as a yes," she smirked, he found himself getting both annoyed and even more turned on by her confidence.

"You can be a real bitch," he growled.

"So I've been told," she smiled. "Come on Daryl, don't be cranky," she said, her beautiful blue eyes looking up at him and he knew he was a goner.

"I'm not cranky but I think you should go to bed," he sighed feeling his annoyance melt away.

"Wanna come to bed with me?" she asked raising her eyebrow at him suggestively.

"You're drunk."

"You're right but even if I was sober I would still want you," she whispered moving forward to place her lips softly on him, moaning when she felt his tongue slip inside grazing her own, but he soon pulled away from her.

"I can't take advantage of you, when you're sober we'll talk." She sighed in frustration.

"Come on Daryl," she whispered at him huskily, grasping his hand and slipping it inside her thong. "I ache," she moaned in his ear when his fingers slipped inside her wet fold flicking across her clit.

Daryl grasped her around the waist with his spare arm and turned her, pushing her against the wall he had just been up against. Carol was stunned for a moment at the turn of events but excited that he had finally caved, she couldn't help but smirk.

"You only get a preview and only if you promise to be a good girl and go to bed afterwards, and if you still feel the same in the morning then we will talk… promise?" She pouted for a moment before nodding in agreement.

She felt a mixture of fear and excitement flood through her, wondering what he had planned, skin going hot with excitement as moisture pooled between her thighs. Her breath was coming out in small, shallow pants; she had never been so turned on in her life. The lust in Daryl's eyes was intoxicating.

Carol didn't have another moment to think before Daryl smashed his lips down onto hers, forcing his tongue past her lips. He moaned at the feel of her tongue massaging his, battling for dominance.

Carol gasped in shock and pleasure at the feel of two of his fingers pushing inside her with ease. She moaned, arching her back and thrusting her hips into his hand. Carol felt her whole body go hot and flushed with pleasure. She knew she wasn't going to last long; she had been dying for the feel of his hands on her all night and even though they had been together only the other night, it just seemed too long since his hands had been on her and it felt too good.

"Is that how you like it?" Daryl groaned, she only moaned in response. "Is this what you wanted?"

"Oh God," she whispered when she felt his thumb begin to circle her clit, while two of his fingers continued to thrust into her welcoming heat.

"That's it, Carol. Come for me…let it go. I'll catch you. I'll always catch you." He whispered huskily into her ear, his hot breath on her neck. His fingers were touching her in all the right places. It was too much to handle. Arching her back again, she wailed in release.

Slipping his fingers from her heat, Daryl couldn't stop himself from licking his fingers clean. "God she tastes so good."He groaned inwardly, watching as Carol got her bearings.

Under hooded eyelids she saw him slip his wet fingers in his own mouth sucking all her juices from his fingers. It was the hottest thing she had ever seen and she wanted to take him right then and there, but when she moved for him he stopped her.

"Uh ah, you made a promise, now bed," he said pointing at her bed.

"Come on Daryl, I'm not going to regret it in the morning if that's what you're worried about," she whined almost stomping her foot in protest and he couldn't help but laugh softly, seeing the old Carol right in that moment.

Moving away from her, he grabbed a baggy shirt from her drawers, adjusting himself before turning to face her. He was rock hard and dying to take her but he was determined to be a gentleman.

Well, mostly a gentleman.

Turning back to her, he moved unclasping her bra. She smiled thinking she had gotten her own way, but as he slipped the shirt over her head, she huffed and pouted once again. Leaning her to the bed, he laid her down, kicking off his shoes and taking off his jeans, he slipped in under the covers next to her, holding her close.

"Good night woman," he whispered into her neck, kissing her shirt covered shoulder; she sighed at the simple touch.

"I love you, Daryl," she muttered so softly he almost didn't hear her. He looked over at her surprised, but noted that she was asleep. Sighing, he laid back down.

"I love you too woman, even if you do drive me crazy sometimes" he whispered holding her close to him; he promised himself that tomorrow they would work this out, they would put the past in the past and start fresh.

They would be a family.