Today I had a Norman Reedus Marathon. I watched Boondock Saints 1 and 2, Tough Luck, Pulse, Moscow Chill and some Walking Dead and then me and my friend kept sending eachother pictures of him trying to top eachother with who could find the sexiest picture.

No homework was accomplished.

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Daryl eyed the gun with jealous envy as Carol skipped off towards camp. Not their tent, but fuckin' CAMP, meaning she had no intention of relieving this growing tension in his pants. Evil little bitch...

With a heavy sigh, Daryl began peicing the gun back together slowly, his brain filled with images of Carol's hand sliding up and down the barrel, her tongue sticking out slightly from between her lips as she rode the stock like a horney cowgirl rides a horse. The barrel was slick with it's newly oiled finish, maybe too much oil...but he sure as hell wasn't going to tell her that.

Grumbling to himself, he put the smaller pieces back together and then completed it all by fixing it correctly back into one peice of deadly machinery. Hmph, if Carol wanted to mess around with dangerous weapons, he'd just have to show her that he was the most dangerous weapon on this farm. He felt himself twitch, almost as in agreement and he grabbed himself firmly through his jeans.

"Quit it, you traitor," he mumbled, annoyed that she could manage to do this to him without touching him...or even being in the near vicinity! "Great...I'm talking to my penis."

Daryl figured he probably was going crazy after all.

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Carol didn't feel bad about what she'd just done at all...maybe she WAS the sex addict of the two! She had gotten a huge kick out of watching him go slowly crazy from her little show, did that make her a sadist?

But it wasn't that she wanted him to suffer, that wasn't it at all...it was the power. She'd never had this power before, that power that all women spoke of at their adult versions of slumber parties, that power that could have a man in the palm of your hand. Ironic choice of words, Carol, considering what you just did back there...

She'd never had this with Ed, or anyone for that matter, and she liked it. She would make it up to him later, she knew, and she looked forward to it, but for now it had been enough just to watch him squirm. She still could feel the cold steel between her hands and her legs and she knew she had gun oil all over her. She HAD to share this with Andrea.

She found her on the RV as usual and she climbed up beside her, scanning the area for anyone who might overhear. She only saw Shane still cutting away at the last tiny bits of meat on the deer bones, everyone must have gone to help grind, package and salt the meat to store for winter.

"Hey, Carol, where did you and Dixon go off to?" Andrea's tone was suggestive and Carol couldn't help but giggle. "Whoa, she's giggling! Must have been a doozy! Girl I'm all ears, tell me something that'll help me make it through watch duty!"

"Well...in all honesty, nothing happened," Carol admitted, "But...it will."

"Meaning...?"

"Andrea, I feel like a complete slut but...man it was too fun!"

"TELL ME!"

Shane looked up from his meat carving and gave them both a questioning look. Andrea and Carol both waved him off and lowered their voices.

"Ok, so...I pretty much fucked his gun..." Carol started out.

"If that's a euphemism, you need to work on finding a better one because that's a bit obvious..."

"No, Andrea, his literal gun," Carol laughed, holding her hands up in defense at her accusation, "He was cleaning it while I was practicing shots with my bow and I sat down to watch and we started talking about who was the bigger sex addict..."

"You." Andrea stated simply.

"Well...you're probably right, but the point is I asked him to teach me how to clean it so at first I did it right and helped him clean all the little inside parts. But then he gave me the main frame and I started ramrodding the barrel..."

"Oh, Carol, you didn't do what I think you did...?"

"I pretty much straddled the thing, I'm pretty sure there should be a law against the things I did to that gun..."

Andrea burst into laughter.

"So, what DID you do?" she asked through her giggles.

"Well I, um, oiled the barrel..."

Andrea couldn't take anymore. She laughed so hard that she slid off the lawn chair and sat there gasping for breath on the roof between her guffaws and squeals. Finally, after they were both laughed out, they sat up and wiped the tears of mirth out their eyes.

"Oh that poor man," Andrea said breathlessly as she pulled herself back into her chair and scanned the area and distance for walkers again, "He's sure got his hands full."

"At this moment? Yeah, he probably does."

Andrea gave Carol an utter shocked look and they disolved into laughter once again. Carol thought they would both have killer abs by the end of the day.

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Daryl could hear the laughter as he approached the farm and he shook his head and glared at the ground. It didn't bother him that she told Andrea about their...exploits, but this wasn't funny at all and he didn't fancy the looks they would give him when he went past that RV. Sure enough, Andrea's eyes followed him boldly as he walked up and she gave him a wink, he wondered just what Carol had told her. Carol kept her eyes averted until he walked on past the RV and then she raised them, expecting to watch his back as he went most likely, but Daryl had turned around and was walking backwards, never breaking stride. He gave her the darkest, most threatening glare he could possibly create and he touched touched just below his eyes with his right pointer and middle fingers and then pointed them back to her in the universal "I'm watching you" sign. He just managed to catch the flicker of nervousness in her eyes before he turned around and continued his march to the well to wash the gun oil off his hands.

The cold well water worked to calm down the nerves she had woken in the field and he sighed as he felt his body returning to it's normal mode. All this recent cockblocking couldn't possibly be healthy...

HISS!

"Holy shit!" Daryl looked up and came face to face with bared teeth and flashing green eyes and he literally threw himself backwards, hand automatically drawing his buck knife. But then it dawned on him.

"Sorry..." Sophia's tiny, scared voice made him turn his head and look up, glaring at her. "She's not gonna hurt you, you just scared her!"

Daryl eyed the now half grown bobcat with doubt, but he pushed himself back onto his toes and stared the cat down, expression his dominance. Cat's hate to be stared at, he knew. Sure enough the bobcat backed up a little and lost interest in him, trotting over to Sophia.

"Kid, didn't I tell ya you gotta raise that cat up right?" Daryl snapped at Sophia. She flinched slightly and he felt a pang of guilt.

"If you were around more, she'd be use to you like everyone else," Sophia defended her pet, placing a hand on it's head and scratching it behind an ear. Loud purring invaded Daryl's hearing.

"I got better things to do, kid," he muttered darkly, resheathing the knife.

"Like sleep with my mom?"

Daryl squinted susiciously at her, not know if she meant it literally or in the sense he was thinking.

"She comes back from your guys' tent every morning with a big smile and she looks really happy," Sophia commented simply, sitting down and allowing her bobcat to climb onto her lap. Daryl felt his chest puff up just a bit from Sophia's words but he tried not to let that show.

"Yeah, well..." he mumbled, continuing his scrubbing to rid himself of that strong chemical smell.

"She talks about you all the time," Sophia continued without hardly taking a breath, "I think you're good for her."

"Good for her?" Daryl asked in spite of his vow not to have these discussions with Sophia.

"Yeah," Sophia said like it was the simplest concept in the world, "She never looked so happy with daddy and she never smiled hardly ever...and she barely ever laughed."

Daryl felt something clutch his heart uncomfortably and squeeze tightly, nearly taking his breath away.

"Mr. Daryl..." Sophia looked over at him hesitantly and then looked away, shutting her mouth.

"Kid, haven't I told you before that if ya got somethin' ta say you'd best spit it out?" Daryl grumbled as he wiped his hands on his pants for lack of towel or dry anything.

"I wish..." Sophia's voice dropped to where he could barely hear her. "I wish you were my daddy."

Daryl's eyes shot as wide open as they could go and he felt himself sit down heavily as if his legs had given out on him in his crouch. His mind swam with a million different reactions, words, answers and he squeezed his eyes shut to try and focus on which one to use. Giving up, he turned to ask Sophia what she meant exactly but found the spot she had occupied empty, her figure retreating towards camp with the bobcat on her heels.

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Night crept up on Carol and by the time she had ended her conversation with Maggie over the dishes about how to go about getting more supplies for winter, it was dark outside and the crickets and treefrogs were singing their song. Carol was scared, literally scared. She hadn't seen Daryl since he walked past the RV earlier that day, his eyes cold and hard and full of frightening promise...she stepped outside, expecting hm to grab her as soon as she was off the porch but no, he wasn't there.

Carol felt a mix of relief and worry wash over her. Relief at having been wrong, worry about where he WOULD be waiting. She knew she was in for it tonight after her smart ass thing with the gun...which didn't seem as funny anymore in the darkness. She felt like a virgin in a big city who thinks every dark alley holds a rapist...which wasn't really too far from the truth...ok maybe that was an exaggeration.

A twig snapped to he right and she let out a yelp and spun to the side, cuasing a rather startled raccoon to waddle off towards the stable. Carol clutched her chest and shook her head in annoyance at her skittishness. Of course he wouldn't jump her right here in the middle of camp...right? Right.

So she walked on with confidence and called goodnight to Glenn on top of the RV as she passed. Glenn waved back with a smile and returned the good night. Carol felt a lot better as she walked past the smouldering embers of the campfire and tents. She stopped by the log in the field just past the tents and looked up at the sky, admiring how bright the stars were for the first time in a long time...she hadn't even thought about stars since the day they had packed up to leave for Atlanta.

But her admiration was suddenly cut short when she felt a firm hand clap over her mouth and an unyielding arm pin both of her arms donw at her sides with a squeeze a python would be proud of and he felt herself being pulled backwards, her feet stumbling to keep up. She would have smiled if she hadn't been so surprised and she felt her heart beating wildly from the shock. Carol looked out of the corner of her eyes trying to catch a glimpse of where they were headed and that's when the panic started to rear it's head. She had expected to be pulled off to the tent across the field, but her kidnapper was pulling her towards the woods...nowhere near the campfire that burnt a way off that marked the location of her's and Daryl's tent. Suddenly, the arms and hands that were around her didn't seem so friendly and something about this person behind her felt different! Carol's mind started going crazy and she tried to scream as she tore wildly at the hand over her mouth, but it only pressed into her face harder, the thumb pressed up against her nostrils, effectively cutting off her breathing.

Something about not being able to breath makes you fight even harder and she started trying to kick her attacker, but whoever it was avoided all her furious outlashes and they kept moving steadily toward the woods. He let her nose go free and Carol sucked in a wonderful breath of cold Gerogia night air and she wiggled and pushed and did everything possible to try and get away, including digging her nails into the skin of her attacker's stomach that she managed to get her hands under.

After what seemed to Carol as a lifetime, she found herslef pushed and pulled into the woods and she lost all desire to fight and fell completely limp, a tear falling from her eye as she wondered if maybe Randall's group had found them after all this time. Then she felt something even more frightening...a blindfold being tied over her eyes and behind her head. The hand then found her wrists and pulled them both behind her back and she felt herself pushed down to her knees...roughly, but not painfully. Then she felt the hot whispere of breath on the back of her neck and the heat of her kidnapper's chest pressing into her back

"Please," Carol did the only thing she could think of, talk. "I'm not gonna fight you and I'll do whatever you want but please don't kill me!"

The grip, the weight, the breath, all of it disappeared and she heard a disbelieving scoff. Oh, hell no...

"DARYL!" Carol lifted the blindfold and jerked her head around and sure enough, Daryl was kneeling behind her with a look of triumph on his face.

"Damn, I'm a better actor than I thought!" he said with a grin.

"You're a better rapist than you thought, you mean!" Carol was so relieved and yet pissed at the same time.

"Hush, you know I'd never hurt ya," Daryl waved her off, rolling his eyes.

"I didn't know it was you!" Carol felt a tear sting her eye and she blinked it back angrily.

Daryl's expression changed completely to a look of surprise.

"Really? Well who the hell did ya think it was?" he asked.

"I didn't know, thus the begging and fighting!" Carol snapped.

"Oh...thought you were jus' playin' along," Daryl admitted sheepishly.

"Well...ugh...thank God it's just you..."

"JUST me?"

"You know what I mean."

They both fell quiet and the cricket songs grew unbearabley loud it seemed to Carol. But Daryl's expression kept morphing every few seconds and Carol wondered what was going on in that mind...

"You know what? You ain't gettin' outta this that easy," he finally snapped. Carol watched nervously as he stood and walked slowly around behind her again and dropped silently to his knees, one on either side of her hips. "I think I owe you a little bit of disappointment."

"Is that a statement about yourself? You said it, not me." Carol was so made she stooped low enough to throw out a harsh ego blow.

"Shut yer mouth, Carol," Daryl's growl sounded almost genuine, but she heard a hint of amusement in there too. However, the firm tiwst of both her wrists behind her back once more was not so teasing and the blindfold that was once again secured over her eyes wasn't either.

Carol wasn't sure what to expect. She'd never been in such a frightening, yet exciting, position before. She felt something different take the place of the hand around her wrists and she realized a second too late that it was the remnants of one of Daryl's many ripped sleeves, securely tying her wirsts together. Shit.

"Daryl..."she said hesitantly, but he hushed her and she felt silent. She felt his now free hands run up her arms, around her shoulders, down her chest to her stomach and then felt the hem of her shirt lifting. "You can't do that if my arms are tied..."

She heard Daryl give an angry sniff and then the sound of his buck knife being drawn. Oh, God...what was he doing with THAT! She felt the cold steel press against her abdomen and she jerked back.

"Hey, whoa, calm yourself down," Daryl soothed her with his voice, "Just trust me, 'k?"

The blade made quick work of her shirt, but Carol noticed with a small smile how he cut carefully along the seams so they could be resewn later. Luckily she wasn't wearing a bra or that would have gone right along with the shirt. She heard the knife go back into the sheath where it belonged and her skin started to pop up goosebumps from the cold, she felt her nipples harden and she waited on pins and needles for Daryl to notice this fact too. He did, he must have because his hands slid down her chest, but they didn't stop, didn't even linger, they just worked their way down to the button on her jeans, popping it open without so much as a word. She felt Daryl shift from behind her and her back felt like a bucket of ice water hit it from the lack of his warmth, he moved around to her front and she felt the familiar tug on her jeans as he pushed them down her hips and thighs, taking everything with them.

Carol blushed brightly as she felt the grass, dirt, sticks and leaves pressed into her now bare butt cheeks and she almost expressed how weird it felt when suddenly her mouth was covered in the wet warmth of his and all thoughts of ass sticks went flying out of her mind.

Sensory deprivation was offsetting and the inability to use her hands was maddening. She wanted to reach out and pull him closer so she could feel his strong body against her like she normally would, she wanted to grab onto that shaggy brown hair and pull it and twist it between her fingers, she wanted to see the fire in his eyes that she loved so much because his eyes alone could take her completely over the edge, she wanted to hold his face steady so she could gain the upper hand of this kiss...but she couldn't do anything except lean forward in an attempt to make contact with the rest of him as well as deepen the kiss. But he suddenly broke the kiss and leaned back, not touching her anywhere at all. The silence overwhelmed her and she had a crazy thought that he'd left her there naked in the woods!

"Daryl!" she called, nervously.

"Right here, Carol. Not goin' nowhere," came the soft reply, his drawl when he said the word "nowhere" sounded to Carol's ears like molasses dripping down a glass jar in winter, slow and tantalizingly sweet.

She heard fabric shifting and her ears were getting better at seeing for her and she knew he had stood up. The rest of the fabric shifting was from his discarding said fabric on the ground where she assumed her own clothed had ended up. She shivered...but it had nothing to do with the cold. Damn this blindfold! Damn that wrist tie!

The feeling of Daryl's returning to his previous place behind her made a joly shoot through her unsuspecting body and the fact that all she felt was the wonderful familiar heat of skin against skin made his return even better. She felt his chest pressing into her shoulders as he leaned forward to press light kisses along her clavicles, she felt his knees digging lightly into her hips, she felt his rough, calloused hands slide ridiculously slow over her shoulders and down her front to hold her chest, and she felt burning hot hardness of him pressing into her lower back, every once in a while brushing over her hands if he moved just right. The next time that happened, he caught hold with her fingertips and was rewarded with a sharp hiss and a long exhale before he pulled his hips back and she lost her hold.

Fuck...this was torture. Did he have any idea how unfair this was...oh, wait, yes he did.

"Daryl, if I apologize for earlier can you please at least untie my hands?" she pleaded.

"Nope."

Carol wanted to scream at him but her lungs didn't seem to want to work except to let out moans and pleading whispers and whimpers. She just knew she would go crazy before he let her go. And to add to her blief that this was so, she felt his lips press lightly to the very base of her neck, his tongue flicked out and he ran it slowly, so exasperatingly slowly, down her spine the breath from his nose cooling the wet trail he was leaving.

"You're gonna drive me insane!" Carol gasped as he pressed a kiss in the middle of her back. She felt him smile against her skin but he made no sound, she couldn't even hear him breathing he was that silent. Carol felt her entire body shiver as the scruff on his chin scratched along her spine from neck to the small of her back and came to rest on the very top of her left buttock as his lips explored the hollow of her back. Then just like that, his lips, chin, tongue, nose, everythig disappeared from her back, leaving an empty feeling where they had traveled. His hands had moved down to her stomach at some point, although she wasn't sure when and she felt them twitch before pulling her firmly into him from behind, every inch of him pressed into her back. She felt the brush of his chest hair tickling the skin of her shoulders and the tell-tale hardness in the small of her back again only this time he didn't pull away when she got a hold of him. She felt the warmth of his exhale on her shoulder and she gave him a squeeze as best she could with just her finger to work with, but she didn't hear him complaining.

"Daryl, have you had your sick fun yet?" she asked breathily, "I need you so badly right now. Please?"

But she felt that scratch of his facial hair on her skin once again when he shook his head. But he didn't move from his position either and she found her fingers were still holding onto him desperately. She ran her thumb down him as far as it would go and back up as far as it would go, even if that wasn't very far, but it still earned her a response in the form of an involuntary jerk.

"You know if you let my hands go, I can do this better," Carol offered hopefully.

"You know somethin'?" Daryl voice sounded a little bit strained, "Nope."

And once again he broke all contact except for his hands on the back of her head where she felt his fingers working at the blindfold knot. She felt a rush of excitement shoot through her as the cloth fell away and she blinked, trying to make her eyes adjust so she could look at him! And was he a sight for sore eyes! He was kneeling in front of her, mere inches separating their noses as he ran his hands slowly up her thighs, his eyes were locked on hers, dark and shadowed in the moonlight. She sucked in a sharp breath when his hands could go no further up, his palms so close to her center but just the tiniest centimeter from being there. Seeing seemed ever harder than being blindfolded because she could now see just what it was she couldn't touch! Smooth muscles that were outlined in shadows from the angle of the light, pink scars looked black in the shades of the trees but they were still visible even now, hair that was just beggin to be tousled, grabbed, yanked and twisted, lips just out of reach that she was longing to claim with her own, eyes that were burning into her soul from the intensity of his locked and serious gaze, and eight little semi circle just above his belly button and the tip of his very noticable erection that were bleeding slightly...she wanted to fucking touch him!

"Daryl, come on, this isn't fucking funny anymore!" Carol snapped angrily, her frustration getting the better of her normally calm demeanor.

"Whoa, no cause for that kinda language, honey," the way he said 'honey' made her only made her more crazy for him. He'd never used any sort of pet name for her before.

"Untie me right now!" she screamed and Daryl's eyes widened in surprise before he clamped his hand back over her mouth and held his finger to his lips and shushed her. But then he leaned into her, pulling her onto his lap, as he worked at getting the knot holding her wrists together untied.

Finally, just when Carol was about to explode, he felt the binding drop for her wrists and the forst place her hands went was his hair, gripping it firmly in her fists and pulling his face to hers as she kissed him roughly, tongue wasting no time in delving right into his mouth.

"Mmph, hey..." he tried to say something but she only tightened her grip and kissed harder, causing a whimper to rise from his throat.

"What?" she asked sharply, allowing him to get his breath.

"That really hurts," Daryl stated, twisting his head slightly as he tried to escape from her clutching fingers.

"Oh, sorry," Carol let his hair go and he sighed with relief. "Let me just...find something else to do with my hands."

And without any hesitation, she slipped her hand between them and grabbed him firmly, yet gently, watching the reaction on his face with a smile. His eyes closedslowly, but twitched from not being completely shut, his eyebrows scrunched slightly and he let out a little moan from back in his throat which only encouraged her. She thought back to earlier with the gun, and backed off him a little so she had room to work. She mirrored her moved from that morning, twisting her wrists like her jock boyfriend had taught her so many years ago...good to know the trick held true even now, and varying her strokes, pressures and speed. Before long, Daryl's breathing was becoming heavy and uneven as he fought to hold back.

"Don't get too worked up there, stud," Carol teased, meeting his eyes. "Let's make this last a little bit, huh?"

"Then you better stop," Daryl replied quietly.

So she did, reluctantly. But she didn't have much time for regret because she found herself on her back, nestled into freshly fallen leaves, twigs, dirt and all other manner of forest floor junk...but it didn't matter because it only reminded her more of him. It even smelled like him. Earthy and cool with a musky, heady tone to it...or maybe that was just because of him actually being there and nothing to do with the ground. She wasn't really sure. But what she did know was his tongue was wokring it's unbelieveable magic on her senstive neck, jaw and ears as his fingers took her favorite route into her hair which was now just long enough to get a grip on.

He entered her while at the same time giving her hair a firm tug at the base of her neck, and she let loose with a shocked "Oh my god!' mixed with a loud moan and she saw the cheeky smile that spread across his face at her outburst.

"You're usually pretty quiet," he noted, not moving so she could adjust for a moment.

"You're not," Carol pointed out.

She was right though, Daryl may have been the quietest thing on two legs when it came to hunting, speaking, and every thing else but he was quite a noisy lover. Carol's point was proved when he finally braced himself up and started rocking into her with a slow, steady rhythm, his entire chest rumbled with a deep moan at first and slowly became smaller, shorter sounds. Carol loved every little sound he made, but she thought her favorite might be the "Mmph" sound that snuck out when a moan and an exhale mixed with a thrust...it never failed to give her a little jolt of electricity where it mattered.

She was so caught up in listening to him that she forgot to do her part and she finally added her own movement and into the mix, meeting him halfway and causing an almost painful clash of their hipbones which were becoming more and more prominent as the hunting got scarcer. Their harsh connection of bones only seemed to fuel the fire and Carol soon found herself digging her fingers into his back to try and steady herself as he picked up the pace and the force, causing those little "mmph" noises to occur more often.

All too soon though, and it was just always too soon when you felt like you could do something for the rest of your life, she felt that now familiar warmth spread through her as he came undone above her, his little moaning sound becoming a full blown, ecstacy filled, relief-laden groan that faded into a long exhale before he released the tension of his clenched muscles.

But he didn't leave her stranded, not that she had much further to go, he always made sure he finished her off with a few well placed stroking curls of his fingers. It was a system that worked well for them if need be, but sometimes, most of the times actually, she was long gone before him, usually at least twice. But she hadn't been focusing tonight...too many distractions and things to focus on other than herself.

When she had finally rode out her spasming waves, they both lay there on the ground, looking up at the leafy shadows above them. But it was a different time than the past and there was no time to lie there like that in the open like this and Carol felt herself being lifted to her feet. Daryl slipped back into his jeans and pulled his shirt on, and Carol pulled on her panties and jeans. She eyes the cut shirt and shrugged as she began to head for the edge of the woods.

"Nuh uh," Daryl's hand closed on her upper arm, "You're gonna get pneumonia or somethin', c'mere."

And Carol founder herself scooped up, bridal style and pressed into the warmth of his chest as he made his way toward their tent int the distance. Carol pressed her nose into the material of his shirt and sighed, the rocking motion of his walk put her to sleep before they reached their campsite.

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Daryl laid her carefully on the sleeping bag and pulled the blanket up to her chin, tucking it under her slightly to keep the chill out. He yawned widely but walked back outside to check for walkers around the invisible perimeter, making sure they could fall asleep and wake up alive the next morning. When he was satisfied, he went back inside, laid down his crossbow and knife, and then himself right next to Carol's slightly snoring form, pulling her close and sliding under the blanket with her. He could see his breath in the moonlight shining through the tent and he snuggled into her even more. The days were getting cooler and the nights were getting downright cold and he was thankful for his very own, soft, snoring space heater named Carol. She kept him warm...physically as well. Because the real warmth she gave him came from deep down inside.

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So, honestly, I wrote this while I'm half asleep. Not joking, so I really have no idea what it says but I'm too tired to read back over it so I hope it's good. G'night, ya'll. *yawn* Reviews save *yawn* pandas...*snnnoooorrreeee*