Ugh, it's been a LOOOOOONNNNGGGG day and I have a migraine right now...but I'm gonna write anyway!

P.S. Check out my new endeavour...the very first Daryl/Michonne fic on this site! Coming soon! (Because if he ends up with Carol OR Michonne, I'll be fine with either one. Although I root for Carol first).

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Carol nearly had to run to keep up with Daryl's determined stride as he pulled her across the meadow that separated their campsite from the big campsite, but she didn't really mind because she was curious to see what had him so worked up. Seriously, he was acting like a horney teenager with his first girlfriend. Oh...well she WAS his first girlfriend...

When they reached the tent he checked the perimeter of their camp and the inside of the tent for walkers because that's just what he did. Always. No exceptions. When he was satisfied all was secure, he pulled Carol into the tent by her wrist and pulled her down next to him on the sleeping bags. He pushed her firmly until she was on her back looking up at him, smiling that smile that made her eyes nearly glitter. Daryl felt himself growing hard just looking at her and he didn't even pretend to ignore that fact, the woman drove him crazy just by being exactly who she was. Did the age difference concern him? He'd be a damn liar if he said it didn't cross his mind sometimes that they were nearly a decade apart in age...but in this world, did it really even matter anymore? Hell no, it didn't!

"Daryl?" her questioning voice shook him from his jumbled thoughts and he smiled down at her, signaling that he was listening. "What's going on with you?"

"Can't a man just want his woman without raisin' concerns?" Daryl replied with a wink.

"You've been eyeing me like a piece of meat all day," Carol stated, her voice sounded...was that annoyance Daryl heard in that tone?

"You ain't no piece-a meat, Carol," he assured her, "It's just that..."

And he bent down to press a kiss to her jaw.

"You drive me crazy..." another kiss, at her jugular this time. "You walk around this farm..." this time his teeth grazed her skin just under her ear, "just doin' your thing and bein' all meek and quiet..." his tongue traced the rim of her ear, "you're cookin', cleanin', washin' and never gettin' no credit for it all..." his lips worked down the front of her throat, "you never ask nothin' from nobody and I see you smile at me and can't believe how lucky I am..." his lips stopped at the hollow of her throat and he leaned back slightly to meet her eyes, "to have a woman like you even give me the time of day."

He watched the effects of his words on her face. She let out a long, shakey exhale and her eyes had softened as she gazed up at him, the corners of her mouth pulled up in a shy smile...the smile that drove him nearly over the edge everytime. He groaned and leaned back down, claiming her lips gently, forcing himself to hold back even though every fiber of his being wanted to do very ungentlemanly things right now.

"Is that really all that's bothering you?" Damn if this woman couldn't see right through him like he was fuckin' glass.

Sighing, Daryl resigned himself to calming down until she was satified his soul was bared.

"No," he admitted quietly, "I...found another farmhouse today while I was out hunting. I went inside to check it out and I ran into a family of walkers."

Carol's eyes widened and he almost regretted his words, but she had asked and so he would tell her the truth. Truth, he had found, usually worked better than white lies.

"To be honest, Carol...I didn't know if I was gonna make it out alive," the fear he had felt at that moment as the walkers closed in on him washed over him again as he remembered. "All I could think about was you. Well, somehow I managed to take them all down, but I'm not sure exactly how..."

Carol reached over and gripped his forearms tightly, her eyes filled with fear and sympathy.

"When I got back and I tried to pretend nothin' had happened, and I tried to take my mind off it by givin' Sophia that bow and stuff, but as soon as I saw you all that stress and fear I put on the backburner just...I just couldn' think. All I could think about was "if I had died today, I'd never get to do this again". Honestly...I think it's just that adrenaline rush so can we stop talkin' now 'cause I just wanna do some God awful things with you right now?"

Carol's eyes were wide as she tried to organize that jumble of admissions and information but she seemed to come back down to earth at his last statement and she gave him that little smile again and that was all the signal he needed.

Carol gave a little "eek" as he pushed her onto her back, his hand on the back of her head kept her from colliding painfully with the ground under the sleeping bag, but that was the only thing that was gentle about him at the moment. After all the day's disappointments, pure unbridled need was driving his actions.

Daryl wasted no time in pulling off every barrier of clothing Carol was in possession of at the time and he wasn't very nice about it either, but Carol found this turn of events terribly exciting. She had never seen him so fiercely determined and desperate for her and his fervered panting and growling as he yanked her jeans off sent jolts of anticipation down her spine. Hadn't she just been thinking the other day that she wished he would be a bit more aggressive? Well it looked like he had read her thoughts.

Aggression. That about pegged it. Daryl had never felt like this in his life. Sure, he was well aquainted with agression and ferocity and the need to fight...but he never knew you could feel aggression and ferocity and still feel the amount of respect and care for the person it was directed at. He claimed her mouth with deep, tongue-filled kisses and nipped and bit and sucked his way down her jaw, throat, to her chest and stomach but it all seemed like such a waste of time in his fevered state.

"Fuck this," he muttered against her stomach. Leaning back, he pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it aside carelessly then stripped off jeans and boxers in one swift movement before returning to his spot hovering over her. He saw Carol's eyes grow wide as he positioned himself but didn't give her time to second guess before pushing fully into her.

For a moment, all Daryl could see were bright flashes of light in his vision behind tightly closed eyes and he could only hear the sharp intake of breath from the angel beneath him. Nothing else mattered at all. Gathering his willpower and returning to the moment, he bucked into her again, testing the waters...so to speak. He saw nothing in Carol's face that told him this was wrong, but he wasn't even sure at this point if it would have mattered because he wasn't sure if he could even stop himself now.

"Daryl," Carol's whisper sounded like music to his ears and he looked at her with lust clouded eyes, trying to focus on what she wanted to say. She reached up and threaded her fingers into his hair and locked her eyes with his intently. "You really need this don't you?"

All he could manage was a nod, his mind was too jumbled to think of any words.

"Then do whatever you need to do," Carol's voice was calm and understanding, "Sometimes, romance just isn't in the cards. I think what you need is a good fuck, pardon my French, and as long as you get it from me...I'm more than glad to give it to you."

Her words registered in Daryl's blood deprived mind and every ounce of hesitation went out the window. Bracing himself on his elbows, he slammed into her with a force that nearly forced the breath out of his lungs but he didn't slow down after that initial thrust. He felt cool sweat trickling down his back from the combination of his effort and the hot Georgia sun on the tent but he didn't slow, he never hesitated and he never once looked at Carol. His eyes remained squeezed shut and his hands remained clenched at her sides, refusing to touch her. But he couldn't stop his hearing, and the jerky moans and small whimpers beneath him only made him push harder, faster and deeper as he felt that familiar tightness that warned him he wasn't going to last much longer, and that was fine by him.

All it took was four more deep, sporadic thrusts until his entire body jerked and he felt that familiar tingling explosion as all the day's tension left him and he released into her. He pressed his forehead to hers as he tried to breathe, the effort having left him gasping for air and consciousness. Slowly, rational thought began to return to his fuzzy, anemic brain and he slowly opened his eyes. And he was glad he did.

Carol met his gaze with a soft expression. He saw no judgement, no disgust, no fear and he sighed deeply in relief and softly pressed a kiss to the side of her mouth as he pulled out and rolled onto his side so he could just look at her. She was covered in a thin sheen of sweat and she almost seemed to glow in the light that filtered through the mesh of the tent window, her chest was rising and falling quickly from the whole ordeal, but her face remained calm and peaceful, a soft smile directed at him.

"Feel better?" she asked quietly.

"Yeah," Daryl mumbled back, feeling that sleepiness starting to overtake him. He shook his head to clear the gathering fog because he didn't want to miss anything about her right now, but she only smiled and rolled onto her side, propping her elbow up and resting her head on her hand as she looked over at him.

"You're tired now, aren't you?" she asked, knowingly.

"I'm sorry..." he really hated that this always happened, but he literally couldn't fight it.

Carol leaned over and pressed a kiss to his left temple and ran her fingers lightly down from his eyebrows to his cheekbones, forcing his eyes to close.

"Stop apologizing," she whispered in his ear, her breath tickling him to the point where he almost giggled What the fuck? You're a Dixon, you don't giggle!

And with that last thought, Daryl slid into a deep sleep.

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Carol laid there for a long time, just drinking him in. Only moments ago he was a complete animal, forceful and rough and fierce but now he was lying there like a fallen angel, beautiful and silent as his chest rose and fell slowly and evenly. Every hint of what she had just found him capable of had faded into memory as she watched him sleep. The only time Daryl ever looked helpless was when he slept and Carol was sure he had no idea she watched him as much as she did. In fact, if he knew what he looked like when he slept he would probably stop sleeping altogether.

Carol sighed as sleep started to press in on her along with the gathering darkness of the late evening. She figured she might as well just call it a night and do a cautionary perimeter check before she succumbed to the call of the sandman. Grabbing her machete, she rocked onto her knees. This proved to be a mistake, however because she felt a burning pain shoot through her crotch and she gasped sharply.

"Ow," she complained quietly to the darkness since there was no one to really hear her anyway, "Damn you, Daryl. That's gonna be tender for a while."

But she just shook her head as the pain subsided and stood up, making her way out to make the sweep.

It's worth it. Carol's mind told her as she scanned the darkness for walkers. And it was, if nothing else it was worth it just to see the look of peace on his face. After everything he'd done for her, the group, her daughter she was more than glad to give him what he needed. And the best part was...he had waited for her permission. He may have completely dominated her not moments ago, but she had never felt more in control of her own body than now.

Fuck you, Ed. Fuck. You.

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So, I really hope that translated as well from my mind's eye to the page. Let me know your thoughts on this one guys because I'm honestly half asleep while writing this. Did it make sense to you what I was trying to get across?