Carol rushed to the door when she heard the low rumble of an engine in the near distance. She threw it open frantically, gasping when a solid form knocked into her, pushing her back in the house.
"Daryl!" She cried, throwing her arms around him. "You're back!"
He placed a finger over his lips, letting her know to be quiet.
"What? What is it?" She pressed. "What's happening?"
She pushed against his chest. "I-I don't know where Rick or Michonne are! Carl has Judith, b-but… Daryl, what's happening?"
"Ain't nothing yet. Rick says ta stay inside an pull the shades, just in case."
A knot formed in her chest. "We have to find them, Daryl, Michonne I-I…"
He pinned her against the wall, his expression stern. "Everyone's inside. Ain't nobody in them streets right now. We ain't goin nowhere."
"But, Daryl…"
He lowered his head, lips pressing against hers as he kept her in his strong grip and her eyelids slowly closed.
"Mmmmm," she murmured as he kissed her roughly, still pressing her against the wall.
He slowly backed up a few inches at the sound, placing a hand over his mouth. "I-I'm sorry, I…. don't… don't know…"
She shook her head and shushed him, leaning up to kiss him softly a few more times. "Don't be sorry," she whispered, leaning into his embrace. "I'm just really glad you're back. I missed you."
"Me too," he said softly. "We gonna stay put for a bit?"
She nodded. "I just haven't seen Michonne all afternoon. She never came home last night. I'm worried."
He sighed.
"But God, I'm glad you're back," she breathed, raising her hands to his face.
He reached out to draw the curtains, his finger flicking the lightswitch as he moved his hand back to her shoulder.
She drew in a couple of breaths in the sudden darkness, her eyes searching for his as they struggled to adjust.
"Are you okay?" she whispered.
He nodded, leaning his head down on her shoulder. "You?"
"I'm much better now that you're home," she said softly, wrapping her arms tightly around him.
He nuzzled against her and she moved her hand under his chin, gently tilting his face toward hers and kissing him again.
He eagerly kissed back, grunting softly as he pressed her into the wall and let her put her hands all over his back and shoulders.
"Daryl," she breathed as she melted into him, spreading her legs instinctually as he leaned into her.
She moaned softly as he placed his knee between her thighs, moving her hands to touch his neck and face as they continued to heatedly kiss.
He nipped at her jaw and she tilted her head back, a slight whimper escaping as he kissed her neck.
He was moving his thigh back and forth between her legs as he continued his delicious assault on her neck and she knew her panties were growing moist.
"Daryl," she moaned.
"What are we doin?" he whispered gruffly into her ear, his scruff tickling under her chin.
"I don't know," she whispered back. "But I don't want to stop."
"Me neither," he said in a low voice, pressing his erection into her hip.
Her eyes widened and she grabbed for him again, opening her mouth against his and swallowing his desperate panting breaths as he slipped his tongue past her lips.
He continued to move against her and she found herself reaching into his pants to feel how hard he was. He groaned loudly at the feel of her delicate hand wrapped around his cock, his hands groping her body in search of bare skin.
"Daryl, wait," she breathed as he pushed her shirt up.
He froze, gazing at her with a puzzled expression on his face.
"Not here," she whispered in clarification.
He jerked his head towards her bedroom and she nodded slowly, keeping her eyes trained on his.
She gasped as he swiftly hoisted her up in his arms, carrying her steadily up the stairs in the darkness.
Once they were in her room, she nudged the door closed with her foot, waiting to see what Daryl would do next.
He moved in the general direction towards her bed with her still in his arms, clearly uncertain on how to proceed.
She ducked her head down, kissing his neck in encouragement.
He groaned softly, slowly lowering her to the bed and she held out her arms for him. He leaned down into her embrace, only slightly hesitating and she leaned back, letting him get used to the feel of their bodies pressed together.
"Carol," he murmured, as she pushed her fingers through his hair.
She closed her eyes, running her hands up and down his arms and he kissed her roughly, moving against her to deliberately let her know that he was still hard.
"Want you," he groaned as she continued to tug at his hair.
"Then take me," she whispered, her clear blue eyes boring into his.
He growled softly, tugging at her sweater and she moved to help him pull it off before her hands went to his vest. She ran her fingers over the leather at his chest before slipping it off his shoulders.
They undressed each other slowly and time seemed to stop while they kept their eyes trained on each other, and then they were kissing each other sloppily again.
She moved her hands over his bare skin as they kissed and he did the same, tracing her collar bones and squeezing her breasts.
She reached between them to stroke him slowly and he groaned, moving a hand between her thighs and slipping a couple of fingers into her sex.
She moaned loudly and he cursed at how juicy and ready she was.
"Fuck, I don't have a condom," he admitted, involuntarily bucking his hips into her hand as she stroked him.
"You don't need one," she said softly and he didn't ask anymore questions, only studied her face to make sure she was okay as he moved into position.
She moaned deeply as he pushed into her, closing her eyes as she took him in and encouraging him to move.
He whimpered, thrusting into her and closing his own eyes as he ducked his head down against her shoulder.
She put her hands on his hips, helping him find a steady rhythm and moaning softly as he picked up the pace.
He wasn't overly gentle, but she wouldn't have expected to him to be and even so it wasn't long before she was crying out, gripping his shoulders tightly and pressing her face into his neck to muffle her sounds as she came. A second later and he was clumsily spilling into her, biting hard on her neck.
They were both breathing heavily and he waited a few moments before pulling out. "Okay?" he murmured with his hand on her hair.
She nodded, reaching for her sweater.
"Hay, ya don't hafeta do that," he said softly. "Do ya?"
She studied him carefully. "I guess not," she quietly replied, pushing his sweaty bangs out of his eyes.
He reached for her and she eagerly snuggled into him, letting him pull her close and resting her head on his chest, her fingers lightly tracing his tattoo an inch from her lips until his breathing evened out.