Three days till TATTOO DAY! Getting nervously excited! Also, got myself a birthday present and added Gossip to my Norman Reedus movie shelf. It's gonna be a good week!
Here's the next chapter!
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Carol's eyes fluttered open and she sighed as she snuggled backwards into the warmth of Daryl's chest against her shoulders, she was still wrapped in his arms, his right leg thrown over hers. She closed her eyes again with a happy smile as the previous day and night flooded over her brain. In her mind's eye she could still see the look on his face when she stepped into that tent in her wedding dress, his blue eyes locked on her with amazement and she remembered how good he'd looked standing there all cleaned up, waiting for her to reach him. She bit her bottom lip at the image of him on his knees, her left leg drapped over his shoulder, his lust darkened eyes looking up at her as he made good on his promise to put his tongue to good use. She let out a little sigh as she thought of the way their lips touched, but didn't connect, as he moved over her, their breathing rapid and gasping as they neared the edge of sanity.
Carol let out a little moan and squeezed her legs together and she decided it was probably way past time to greet the world. But as she went to move, Daryl's arms tightened around her, pulling her back and she felt a tell-tale hardness at the small of her back.
"Are you kidding me?" Carol looked over her shoulder and Daryl met her look with a smug grin.
"Just one of those things the morning brings," he mumbled into her neck.
"You're a poet now?" Carol giggled, allowing herself to be pulled back into the tight cuddle.
"O' course," Daryl purred in her ear, "Last night was poetry in motion, don't you think?"
Carol had to admit he was right and she wiggled until she was turned around to face him. She stared into his eyes as her finger traced every angle of his face. She kissed the beauty mark above the right corner of his lips, she loved it. She also loved his nose, it was small and softly rounded unlike the rest of his features which were sharp and strong.
"Why'r ya rubbin' my nose, woman?" Daryl's amused voice shattered her thoughts and she dropped her hand.
"I was just...I like it," she said lamely.
Daryl's eyebrows scrunched in confused amusement.
"T' each their own, I guess," he mumbled, moving to nibble below her ear. She sucked in a sharp little gasp when she felt him suck the skin of her neck into his mouth and then let it slowly drag back out between his teeth, hard enough to hurt just the tiniest bit.
"We should get up..." Carol sighed heavily, not wanting to move.
"Naw," Daryl drawled quietly, his teeth scraping her earlobe. "We shouldn'."
"Ugh, Daryl, you've got to stop doing this to me," Carol moaned, tilting her chin back to give him access to her throat.
"I don't see that happening anytime soon, darlin'," Daryl chuckled, but she felt his arms loosen around her and she wiggled out.
"C'mon," she laughed, giving him a light kick to the side. "I'm sure there's work to be done."
"Fuck that," Daryl growled, "I'm going huntin'."
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Daryl stalked through the trees on the trail of a deer he'd shot, the small trail didn't escape his trained eyes and he could tell the deer wouldn't get far with a lung shot, the bubbles in the blood told him that's where he'd struck her. He felt guilty, he didn't like his quarry to suffer, but he couldn't justify using a gun and risking any walkers hearing.
The deer hadn't gone far at all, he found it behind a fallen tree, it's legs tucked underneath it as it lay there, a wheezing sound issued from it's nose due to it's punctured lung. It looked up at him with wide, frightened eyes as he walked up to it slowly and tried to stand. But Daryl pulled his buck knife and slit her throat quickly, painlessly and she suffered no more.
Daryl sighed heavily, looking down at the blood that had gushed out onto his jeans. Damn...oh well. He looked down at the good sized deer and then judged how far it was back to the farm and scratched his head thoughtfully. It was going to be a long haul, but he blew out a long breath between pursed lips before leaning down to heft it over his shoulders.
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Carol heard the discussion from where she was wringing out and hanging up the day's laundry, Rick and Lori were having a low toned, quiet snapping match and it was, yet again, about Lori's concern with Rick taking a raiding party out to gather more supplies for winter. Carol sighed to herself, she understood Lori's fear, but her reasoning was stale and they'd all heard it a thousand times before and it always ended the same way: Rick never stayed, Lori never forgave him for it.
"DARYL'S BACK!" T-Dog's voice called over the yard from his spot on the RV, "Looks like he could use a few hands too."
Rick, glad to have an excuse to postpone the argument, called to Shane and the two of them sauntered off to help Daryl with his catch. Carol didn't know why the hell she was doing it, but she sidled up to Lori and placed a comforting hand on her back.
"Where are they making the run to?" she asked quietly.
"Same town you guys did," Lori responded, her tone was cold.
"We only saw four walkers on our trip, Lori," Carol stated, "Rick will be fine, he always comes back to you."
"There's always a first time, Carol," Lori replied, her voice slightly choked. "I just get so scared that this time will be it."
Carol nodded in understanding.
"I know how you feel, Lori, I really do," she whispered as she watched the three men approaching with the large doe Daryl had bagged. *I interrupt this story to say it is 12:00 A.M., August 2nd and I just turned 23! Ok, continue*
"You don't know the half of it," Lori snapped, pulling away from Carol's hand on her back. She turned around and stomped back to the house, leaving Carol in shocked silence.
"Hey, wife, c'mere and give your man a hug!" Daryl came trotting up to her, arms spread wide with a huge grin on his face, his shirt was drenched in red, sticky blood and so were his arms and hands. Carol squealed and ran away as fast as she could and Daryl just laughed and waved at her dismissively. "Where's the love fer the hunter!"
"I love you just fine," Carol clarified, "But I think I'll admire you from a distance this time."
Daryl dropped his arms to his side and took on the sad "kicked puppy" look that made Carol feel horrible for him every single time.
"Don't, Daryl, go cut up your deer!" Carol squeezed her eyes shut and returned to her laundry. Daryl gave her a twitch of a smile before he went to help hang up the deer.
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When Carol and Maggie remerged from the house after carrying the last bowl of meat into the basement where the gas powered generator run deep freeze was, they came upon an uncomfortably familiar scene. Rick, Daryl, Glenn and Andrea were leaning onto the hood of Carol's old Cherokee, eyeing the map spread on it with calculating expressions. Rick was speaking and Andrea was nodding absentmindedly as she traced something on the map with her finger, Glenn was eyeing the line she traced with a frown and Daryl just leaned there, looking bored. Carol just almost hear the voice in his mind screaming "Let's get the fuck going, already!"
She hated this...she hated watching them plan, knowing they were headed right into danger . Maggie squeezed her arm tightly.
"Why does Glenn always have to be the "In and Out" guy?" she whispered, her voice full of concern, "Can't they take Shane instead?"
Carol agreed with that, why couldn't Shane take the place of someone who actually had a family or someone who would be devastated should they not return? She shook her head, ridding that thought from her mind. Rick knew who had the skills to do what, Shane would be a liability in town because of the way his short temper had been exploding lately. Daryl and Glenn were excellent choices for a mission requiring stealth and secrecy.
"He's the best, Mags," she tried to reason, "He and Daryl can sneak into anyplace and that's a valuable skill to have on a trip to town."
Maggie nodded miserably.
"Why couldn't we end up with men who have no talent, Carol?" she asked.
"I think I'll stick with what I've got, thank you," Carol chuckled, "And I know you'd never change your mind either."
Maggie smiled and they stood up straight and confident as they approached the rest of the group.
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Carol watched as the boys and Andrea loaded up the Cherokee with their weapons, waiting for the inevitable goodbye she would soon have to give. Sophia was giving hers now, and Carol smiled when Daryl knelt down to wrap their...oh goodness, their...daughter in a tight hug and whisper something in her ear. Sophia nodded, with glance in Carol's direction, and then slowly returned to the house to find Carl who had run in there after he'd said goodbye to Rick.
"We ready to go, Rick?" Andrea asked as she shut the back of the vehicle.
"Yeah, I just need to go make sure Carl's ok and grab my coat from our room," Rick replied, "I'll be back in a minute."
Carol sighed, knowing it was time to say the difficult goodbye, and walked slowly to where Daryl was leaning against the chicken house watching the others bid their farewells. He watched her approached with a blank look and she opened her mouth to ask him what was wrong, but the words never got out. With a quick side glance at the group to check for curious eyes, he grabbed her wrist and pulled her around to the back of the chicken house.
"Daryl, wha...mmph!" Carol's breath was knocked out of her lungs slightly he she felt her back connect solidly with the boards of the chicken house wall, Daryl's mouth cut off her words and his hands wasted no time in getting her jeans undone, down and off before they gripped her under the thighs and lifted her up, pushing his pelvis into hers to hold her up as he pulled her ankles behind his back to give her some ability to steady herself. He backed off just enough to reach between them and undo his jeans, not even bothering to push them down at all before he pushed into her in one quick jerk of the hips.
A quickie. That's the term that popped into Carol's mind, this was the kind of thing drunk girls got themselves into after drinking too much whiskey at the local bar. Yet, somehow, it didn't bother her. This was simply Daryl's way of making that awkward goodbye much, much better.
Carol rocked with his furious rhythm as well as she could but she had never seen him so out of control, yet cold and collected. Harder and faster than ever before, yet not a speck of nervousness or uncertainty showed in his eyes as he stared into hers, making each thrust of his hips all the more effective in Carol's mind. But it was over very quickly and he let her drop back to her feet and backed away, zipping back up. He grabbed his crossbow and waited till she pulled her jeans back on before placing his arm around her shoulder and walking back around the chicken house together.
If anyone was wide to their escapade, no one even looked slightly mischievous, and Rick emerged from the house just as they reached the group. Andrea slipped into the back passenger side seat and Glenn followed after giving Maggie a long kiss. Rick kissed Lori on the cheek but she made no move to return the gesture, making Rick sigh and sadly take the driver's seat. Carol felt Daryl's grip on her hand lessen and he turned to face her. They said a simple goodbye and he kissed her lips lightly, nothing as fiery and desperate as moments ago.
"Be safe," Carol whispered, worry written on her face.
"I always come back," Daryl stated confidently, he winked and slid into the passenger seat. Carol shut the door and stepped back as the car started and rolled forward.
She and Maggie watched the dust from the driveway the car stirred up until it settled completely and then slowly made their way inside to wait for their people to return to them.
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Ok, I'm sorry, I meant to write so much more, but I've decided I am just too tired to even think about what I'm writing so...sorry if this chapter seems rushed, but my body is begging me to give in and sleep.
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