Watching "The World's Dumbest" :)
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When Daryl woke up the next morning, before the sun was even peaking over the horizon, the first thing that came to his mind was that this was his final day as a single man. He felt a tight fear clutch his chest and he glanced over at Carol's sleeping form then over on his other side where Sophia lay, clutching onto Lulu's fur as she slept. He felt a warmth flood through him, but the tight feeling his chest remained and he sat up with a sigh, put his boots on and grabbed his crossbow and knife.
"Hey," he heard Carol's voice behind him just before he went to stand and he turned his head to look at her.
"What are you doing up?" he whispered back, not wanting to wake up Sophia. Lulu's ears pricked and she raised her head and cocked it.
"I wanted to tell you something before you left to hunt," she replied quietly. "I want you to do whatever you want today. Do you hear me?"
"I...guess?" Daryl was slightly confused.
"I mean it, Daryl," Carol said quietly. "I know what you're thinking about. I know the thought of tomorrow is scaring the hell out of you."
Daryl sighed and nodded slowly, not wanting to admit it but not willing to lie to her.
"I just...hope I can change," he admitted softly.
"Daryl, you don't have to change," Carol reached out and touched his face gently, "I don't want you to change a bit. But just hear me out...if you've got any thing you need to get out of your system, you do it today because tomorrow you're mine."
"What are you tryin' t' say?" Daryl furrowed his brow at her.
"I just don't want you to think I denied you anything once this is official," Carol stated softly.
Daryl leaned down and kissed her lips softly.
"Carol, you're fuckin' crazy," he whispered into her mouth, "You ain't gotta worry about me wantin' nobody else. But...this is your day too so make it count."
"I think you should have a bachelor party," Carol said with a smile.
"I'm goin' huntin," he replied, "Bein' on my own in the woods is all the bachelor time I need. See you later."
Daryl stood and exited the tent, Lulu followed on his heels.
"Yer comin' too, huh?" he asked the bobcat as it rubbed against his leg, for some reason the thing had become fond of him the last few days. "Alright, but ya better pull yer weight."
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"CAROL!" Andrea came flying out of the farmhouse as Carol and Sophia walked across the driveway, she ran up to them and grabbed Carol by the wrists. "We're throwing you a bachelorette party!"
Carol laughed, considering what she had told Daryl earlier, she hadn't planned on anyone making a big deal out of it.
"Andrea, I'm not a bachelorette," Carol reminded her, "I'm a widow..."
"Pish posh!" Maggie's voice cut in, "Who says you can't still have a really nitty gritty party before you get hogtied to the next one?"
"Nitty gritty?" Carol asked nervously. "Girls, I don't..."
"Sophia, c'mon, let's get you some breakfast!" Maggie left Carol alone with Andrea as she and Sophia skipped to the house.
"Carol," Andrea whined, "Please let us give you a party! How dirty can we possibly get It's not like male strippers are available anymore...although Shane might..."
"NO!" Carol cut her off in horror, "No strippers!"
"Fine, no strippers," Andrea agreed, "But we're partyin' tonight!"
Carol groaned as Andrea pushed her towards the house.
The house belonged to the ladies. Andrea, Maggie and Lori had literally kicked all the guys out of the house and told them they'd be living in the barn that night while they had their grown-up slumber party. Beth had agreed to take care of Carl and Sophia and they were upstairs having their own slumber party, playing board games and card games.
The night had started out innocent enough, the ladies all got together and cooked a really simple, yet pretty good dinner and Maggie produced a bottle of wine from the basement...that was the downfall of their ladylike behavior.
They were now gathered in the living room in their pajamas and bare feet, the fireplace was blazing brightly enough that they had turned off the lights. They all had a glass of wine in their hands and they were at the stage of tipsiness when all you got a little dizzy and everything seemed ten times more funny.
"Wonder what the men are doing to your poor boy out there?" Lori wondered randomly.
"At least we don't have to worry about them going to strip clubs anymore," Patricia commented, taking another sip, "There's some perks to this end of the world thing. Andrea mentioned she thinks we could have gotten Shane to do a tease for you, Carol."
"I think we should get Daryl to do it," Andrea said wickedly, "I wouldn't mind getting an eyeful of that!"
Everyone looked at Andrea with surprise.
"Oh, come on, girls," Andrea rolled her eyes, "Don't tell me you wouldn't."
"Sorry, ladies," Carol spoke up, feeling emboldened from the wine and laid back atmosphere, "That man is for my eyes only. But...I will say you're missing out."
All eyes turned to Carol and grins spread across all faces.
"So give us the goods," Maggie leaned forward, her chin in her palm, twirling the wine in her glass. "Tell us about him."
"What about him?" Carol asked warily.
"Everything," Andrea encouraged, "We want to know every little detail. Every inch."
Carol blushed brightly and took a drink to give her some time to recollect herself.
"Um...I don't think he'd appreciate us discussing him like this," she stated nervously.
"Oh, poo," Patricia waved a hand, "I guarantee those boys are all out there discussing their past exploits, we have just as much right to discuss ours."
The room erupted with girlish giggles and Carol felt a little more emboldened.
"Ok, ok, I can see I'm not getting out of this with any dignity," Carol gave in, "What do you want to know?"
"Well the obvious question..." Lori offered for everyone else's curiosity.
"Seven inches at least," Andrea spoke up for Carol's sake. Everyone looked at her with surprise. "What? Carol told me this when they first got together!"
Carol had forgotten all about that, but she pointed her wine glass at Andrea and nodded, backing up her statement.
"Hmm, not bad at all," Lori stated simply, "Rick's about eight, I'd say."
"I won't even tell you about Shane," Andrea said with a laugh.
"Me either," Lori agreed. The laughter about that statement didn't stop for a good long time and Andrea actually fell off the arm of the couch and then the laughter about THAT lasted just as long. Carol's abs were aching and her lungs burnt as she sucked in much needed oxygen.
"Oh, god, girls, you're gonna kill me!" she gasped, refilling her wine glass.
"Alright, but what about the rest of him?" Maggie asked, leaning back in the large smooshy chair she occupied. "He never takes his shirt off when the other guys do. I mean, I know why..."
"He doesn't want people asking about the scars," Patricia agreed, she had helped patch Daryl up after he had found Sophia and she remembered how uncomfortable he had been with her seeing the marks all over his torso.
Everyone nodded solemnly, Carol's mind flooded with the stories her had told her about each and every one and she felt her heart squeeze as it always did when she thought of that night he had opened up his soul to her.
"He's beautiful," she found herself saying, not even realizing she said it until her mind returned to the present. She looked around at the interested faces that were watching her intently and she smiled. "Each and every scar, every little mark, it just makes him more attractive to me. Patricia, Maggie...you've seen them all, what did you think?"
"I felt...so awful for him," Maggie stated quietly. Patricia nodded.
"Well, I do too," Carol admitted, "But he doesn't want pity, he wants understanding and he told me about each and every one...and knowing what I know now, every single one of those scars shows me how strong he is. After everything he's been through, all the people who have hurt him...he's still capable of loving me with everything he has."
Every face in the room had that look a girl gets at the end of a romantic comedy or a Jane Austen book.
"That's so romantic..." Patricia sighed.
"Yeah it really is, but let's not get mushy!" Andrea sniffed, "Tell us what's under those sleeveless shirts! I mean, shit, his arms are freaking gorgeous!"
"Mmmhm," Lori mumbled into her glass as she took another sip.
"Well...he's got a farmer's tan, obviously," Carol brought the images of him on their many romps and ran through a mental inventory. "He's not buff and bulky like Shane, he's more hard work toned than anything. Don't get me wrong though, he's solid! But he's got...lean muscle."
"Is he furry?" Andrea teased.
"No," Carol laughed, "What the heck, Andrea? No, Lord no, he's got just enough actually. Let me tell you...that happy trail...mmm!"
Lori's eyes got wide and she nearly choked on her wine and started coughing and laughing at once. Once again, everyone busted into laughter.
"Is he a good kisser?" Maggie brought up the next question.
Carol let her eyes roll back in her head.
"Yeeesss!" she moaned dramatically, "Oh my god, yes. You know how people say you can "feel sparks" when someone kisses you? Well, Daryl's kisses are like sticking metal in an electric socket!"
"Yikes!" Lori said.
"The things that man can do with that tongue..."
"Eee! Carol!" Maggie squeezed her legs together, "I may have to go grab Glenn out of that barn after this..."
Carol was on a roll now, she had never had this spilling of all her thoughts session before her first weddding, there was nothing to spill. But she suddenly found her lower abdomen twisting with desire just thinking about the things Daryl Dixon could do to her.
"That brings up my question," Andrea spoke up, "What's he like...? Does he have a technique? Favorite position?"
Carol's thoughts filled up with their many times together and she felt a shiver run down her spine as she pictured the way he looked at her, touched her, held her...
"Carol? Earth to Carol?" Maggie teased, snapping her out of her thoughts. Carol smiled and leaned forward, causing them all to follow suit and lean into the circle.
"He's...the best I've ever had," Carol said seriously, "His technique? I never know just what he's going to do, you know? One minute he's slow and easy and whispering sweet nothings, the next time I'm pushed up on a wall or a tree and he's as rough as he looks, growling threats and biting..."
"Good grief, has he ever hurt you!" Patricia asked with concern.
"No," Carol stated, it was kind of true because, yes, sometimes it hurt a little, but he never got rough with her without her permission, "I mean...sometimes I think he's going to but he doesn't...and if he does a little, well who the fuck cares!"
Everyone was wide eyed after her admission and Carol blushed, feeling a little bit dirty.
"So...what's that one thing about him that you just drives you crazy and makes you wanna jump his bones?" Andrea asked with a wink.
"His eyes," Carol answered without hesitation, "All he has to do is look at me and I'm completely his. Just one little glance can make me want to jump him right in the middle of everyone! I seriously think he must be some sort of incubus with eyes like those."
"He DOES have a really intense gaze..." Andrea agreed, remembering the time they had gone looking for Sophia and he had asked her if she wanted to live or not. She hadn't been able to lie when she looked back into his eyes. "It's like they can see right through you and read your mind."
Lori nodded in agreement.
"Damn, I'm gonna have to start looking at him closer," Maggie said, disappointed.
With that, they once again disolved into laughter.
Midnight rolled around and Carol finally stood up and stretched, popping her back.
"Ladies, you'll excuse me if all this talk has gotten me hot and bothered," she stated with a wink, "I think I'll go find my fiance..."
"Nope!" Andrea grabbed her wrist and pulled her back into her chair. "Not happening, blushing bride!"
"What? Why not?" Carol asked indignantly, not happy with turn of events.
"Your wedding is tomorrow," Lori explained, "No sex until tomorrow night on your honeymoon. Trust me, it'll be even better if you wait."
"But..."
"No buts!" Maggie stated firmly, "We'll be keeping an eye on you to make sure you two don't sneak off for a quicky. The boys are watching him too."
Carol groaned and buried her forehead in her palms.
"I have an electric toothbrush if you need it," Andrea said with a wicked smile and a wink.
Carol groaned and silently wondered if that wasn't such a bad idea.
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Wedding chapter is next :D Just had a plot line develop in my mind last night so I'll be keeping this story going!
Love you guys for being awesome at reviewing and encouraging! Keep it up and so will I :D