AN: Enjoy.
Chapter III
Together
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"Carol?"
Curl up with her back against the wall and head titled back, the woman doesn't turn to look at the person who called out her name. Instead she sits there, eyes focus on the ceiling with knees bent up and a blade dangling from her fingers.
"Carol?" He repeats, this time with a more defiance tone. He was demanding that she at least look at him. But he looks her over with his eyes, not noticing anything out of the ordinary.
Silence passes between them until Carol finally turns her attention to the intruder. Her eyes are red and puffy, not from crying but she just looks so damn tired. Daryl takes a step inside, closing the door behind him.
Now the cabin is in complete darkness, say for the stray beam of moonlight coming in from the only window in the cabin. The window is boarded, but the slants in the board made it possible for light to pass through.
"What are you doing here, Daryl?" She asks, her voice mirroring the look in her eyes. She sounds dehydrated and Daryl immediately reaches in his bag for a bottle of water.
"Here," he ignores her question and tosses the bottle to her. It lands at her feet. At first, she makes no motion to grab it, but the thought of drenching her thirst compels her to retrieve the bottle given to her.
She grabs it as Daryl takes his chance. He rests his crossbow at the door and closes the short distance between him and her, settling himself down on the small twin size mattress. He watches as she slowly takes a sip from the bottle, being mindful to conserve and only drinking what she needs to wet her lips.
She wipes her lips with the sleeve of her dirty shirt as she hands the bottle back to Daryl. He shakes his head, mentioning that she holds on to it.
They were silent for a moment, many thoughts running though both of their heads.
Carol is still baffled that Daryl Dixon is standing right here in front of here. She honestly was beginning to believe that she would never see him again.
Carol breaks the silence first, "You never answered my question. Why are you here Daryl?"
Daryl shrugs this time, acting indifferent. "Came out lookin' for you."
The older woman closes her eyes and lean her head back against the wall. "That was a crazy thing to do." She says this without looking at him.
Daryl smirks at that, "we've done crazier shit."
This time, Carol couldn't help but smile. "Yeah, we have…" she trails off.
Daryl looks around the cabin, this time actually taking in what's inside. There's a small desk closest to the door, probably where the rangers did their work. A small cot in the corner, furthest from the door and a small kitchenette equipped with a few dirty pots and pans, as well as a closet door tucked in the corner of the cabin. The odor wasn't great, but it smells better in here than it does in a room filled with Walkers.
"I'm not going back, you know." She says after a minute or two. Daryl looks up at her. "Rick made his point clear. I'm sorry you wasted your time, Daryl."
"What the fuck, Carol. I ain't leavin' ya out here by ya'self."
Carol looks at Daryl for a long moment, studying him. "Why?" She asks the one word question, genuinely curious.
Daryl isn't exactly sure on how to answer her simple, yet complex question. Should he tell her that it is because she's the only one person out here he knows that he feels he has a connection with? That against all odds she's the only one who always has his back? Before the outbreak, he never would have thought that he would have such fondness towards a woman like Carol.
When he doesn't answer her right away, she turns away from him and closes her eyes again. "Go back, Daryl. You have a better chance of survival with Rick. I don't need your pity"
For some reason, that angers Daryl. "Fuck this, Carol. I ain't pityin' ya n' I ain't leavin' ya out here to die."
Carol opens her mouth to response, but is interrupted by a very disturbing sound that causes both parties to become very alert.
The moans steadily increase as shuffling could be heard surrounding the cabin. Daryl looks towards Carol, reading her clearly in the dark. If they have to fight, she is ready.
Daryl slowly rises from his spot on the bed and lean towards the window, peeking out through a hole in one of the boards. He could make out a few dozen silhouettes scuffling slowly behind the cabin. They didn't really seem interested in the small structure around them as they kept aimlessly walking forward. He notices the slow and staggering movements they made, as if they are nearing the end.
Maybe they are.
Daryl doesn't know, and for now, he's going to leave them be. Soon after, the group of Walkers disappears into the darkness, in search of something but never really finding it.
He draws back from the window and sees Carol staring at him. "What?"
Carol shakes her head and relaxes her legs, stretching them out in front of her. "Are they gone?"
Daryl sits back down on the mattress, "yeah."
"Daryl, I appreciate you coming out here to look for me, but I can't go back. They will never understand why I did what I did." She wastes no time getting back on topic.
Daryl is quiet and leans back against the wall, forcing Carol to move her legs back. Instead, she just replaces them on his lap.
"Rest up. We'll plan our route in the mornin'." Daryl finally replies
Carol raises an eyebrow at him, "What do you mean by 'we'?"
"Either ya comin with me Carol or I'm comin' with ya. Thought we went through this."
"What about Rick? Hershel, Maggie, Glenn? The rest of our group? Carl wouldn't be happy if his hero just left." She's skeptical that Daryl would abandon them for her. That just sounds absurd. "Go back." She repeats her earlier request.
Daryl growls quietly, "Fuck Carol, what will it take fer ya to shut the fuck up n' realize I ain't leavin' this fuckin' cabin without ya."
Carol gives in. She has no choice at this moment. She really doesn't want Daryl out here, in the open fighting for his life every minute of every day. She is the one exiled from the group. She is the one that must endure this punishment alone. Not Daryl, he doesn't deserve it.
"Daryl…"
He cuts her off by grabbing by her with such force it almost knocks the air from her lungs. At this point, she is now nestled on his lap and he holds her. He buries his face into the nap of her neck and breathes deeply, taking her in.
His movement catches her off guard completely and she allows herself to be drawn into him his arms with no resistance. She relaxes against his strong body after the initial shock wore off.
She hasn't felt this relax and comfortable in such a long time. She sinks into Daryl and his arms tighten around her waist.
He murmurs something into her neck that she doesn't quite catch.
"Hmm?" She could fall asleep right now. In fact, the past few days came rushing back to her and she is soon ready to crash.
Daryl lifts his head from her neck, taking away the warmth that comes from his breath. There are only centimeters apart and he kisses her. She is shock, but returns his kiss, exploring his taste. Her heart is racing and as she turns herself around, straddling the man, she places a small hand on his chest and could tell that his heart is beating as much as her own.
His hands go underneath her shirt, caressing her bear back.
Carol is definitely enjoying herself now. Who would have thought that Daryl Dixon is a good kisser? His touches were just sending shockwave after shockwave through her body. True, it's been a while since she's been with a man, not since before the shit hit the fan. Her and Ed, well, they were never intimate with one another. She would avoid sex with him at all costs. He was just so fuckin terrible at it. Not all anything she images Daryl to be.
She quickly pushes thoughts of her past from her head and focuses on his lips and the way his hands are moving across her body.
He draws back as sweat causes his hair to stick to his forehead. His hands grip her ass and Carol grins.
"Since when did you become such a good kisser?" she teases him.
His only response is to push her against the bed until they both are lying down, facing each other. He props himself up on his elbow as his other hand trail goose-bumps across Carol's skin.
Carol must have died and gone to heaven. She has never been filled with so much desire for one man.
"Daryl, are you really coming with me?"
"Yes," he says without hesitation.
She seems satisfy with his answer and rests her head on her bag, which serves as a pillow. She yawns.
"Not lettin' ya get away from me. Lost too much already," Daryl pulls her close to him, securing her with his warm body. He's been fighting the urge, but the feeling between his legs has been driving him crazy. She is driving him crazy. He wants her and he plans on letting her know just how much.
He flips her on her back, forcing her to remain awake. He straddles her, pinning her arms on either side of her head. His groin press firmly against her pelvis and she can feel how hard he is through the thick fabric of their jeans.
She says nothing, in anticipation of his actions.
He captures her lips again, this time with more need and want behind it.
Carol is impressed. She always imagine that his lips would taste good but she never thought she would be the one to find out first hand just how good those rough yet very gentle lips is.
Carol gasps as his hands moves along her body, igniting desires inside of her she thought were long gone.
He moves from kissing her lips to trailing little hot sparks down her neck and to her cleavage, and she shivers. Not from the cold. She is far from cold, her body heat reaching alarming peaks.
It is still so hard to believe that he came out all this way for her. And here he is, expressing how far he would go to stay with her. If it was up to her, this night would never end.
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So, I decided to keep the sex scenes to a minimal. No need in scare the kids. :)
Well, that's it! I decided to not go so epic with it and just end it there. Trust me, if I continued, it may never end. O.O Hope you enjoyed. I might come up with something else to keep me happy until Feb. :) Please review!