So, I'm sorry if some of you were upset with Carol's behaviors in the previous chapter, but women sure can get crazy when their children are involved and I didn't intend on making her seem bitchy, but more like...worried about Sophia's newfound attitude. No one's perfect, right?
I will make up for the lack of smut, for sure ;) This is based TriviaQueen's prompt "Jealousy"
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Carol was standing in the field with a pistol in her hand, the weight feeling very out of place and uncomfortable. But she wasn't about to let anyone know how nervous she was to shoot it, especially not Daryl.
This had all come about because Shane felt that everyone in the camp should have a good knowledge of how to work all available weapons. Shane and Rick were in charge of gun training, Glenn and T-Dog were in charge of melee weapons like bats and machetes, and Daryl and Carol were in charge of archery. Last week, Rick had come to Daryl and requested that he make enough bows to go around to train with and he'd set about the task diligently and prepared six sturdy longbows for practice.
The melee training had been first since it was the most physically demanding, they could all take a breather while standing their shooting at their intended targets. Carol had taken along the hunting knife Daryl had given her and learned a whole lot more about how to use it effectively against an enemy and she was glad for that...but this gun training was what she was worried about. She'd never shot a gun in her life and today Shane was insisting they all learn to use each available gun type in the camp from revolver to rifle.
And so she found herself in this current situation, standing slightly turned with her feet planted firmly as she stared down the small barrel of the revolver in her hand. She was shaking as she tried to steady her aim.
"Fire!" Shane called out loudly and she pulled the trigger with a jerk, it kicked back slightly but surely not enough to make her wrist pop back as far as it did.
"Again!" Rick said and everyone shot again.
Carol once again felt like she was doing something wrong and she glanced over at Daryl a few people down and watched him squeeze off another round, his eyes locked on his target with deadly purpose, his hands steady and unshaking as he squeezed the trigger and controlled the kickback. She wondered what she was doing wrong to make hers move so much.
"Carol," Shane's voice interrupted her thoughts, "You need to adjust your grip."
"My grip?" Carol asked, feeling stupid for not knowing how to do so. She looked at the gun in her hand, perplexed.
"Yes...here just let me show you," Shane held out his hand and Carol placed the gun in it. He gripped it with his right hand while his left hand cupped the bottom of the grip to steady his right. Oh...so that explained it. He turned his hands to show her all the angles then handed it back to her. "You try it."
Carol held it like she thought he had and showed him with a question in her eyes. Shane looked at her hands for a moment before shaking his head. Then he took her hands in his and began moving her fingers to the correct position, his thumb brushed over her hand before he let go and she wondered if he'd done it on purpose...
"Ok, show me how you're standing," Shane stated and she turned slightly to show him and he shook his head. "That's all wrong, Carol."
And that's when things got personal. Shane stepped up behind her, leaving no space between them as he lined up his body with hers and moved her arms, legs head and shoulders into the correct position. Carol glanced nervously over at Daryl and immediately wished she hadn't.
Daryl's eyes were terrifying...but not in the way you would think. Carol had expected anger or rage, but instead those blue eyes were fixed directly on her own and they were absolutely cold. Not a single speck of anger, hurt, or even amusement at her uncomfortable predicament...nothing but an icy gaze full of threat and dark promise. Carol shivered and looked back toward her target to avoid his eyes and took a deep breath to calm herself.
"Take a shot," Shane whispered in her ear and she bit her lip nervously. Surely Daryl was going to rip this man away from her and pound him into the ground...but when she glanced over at him he didn't move a centimeter and his eyes hadn't left her. Carol tried to focus on the target and finally managed to squeeze off a round. It hit the inner circle of the target and she laughed happily. Shane finally let her go and backed off, but only after he brazen brushed her ear with his lips.
Carol knew Daryl had seen it, no one else had because they were too busy taking their next aim to notice, but Daryl's eyes hadn't even blinked she was certain. He was going to fly off the handle now and she braced herself for the fight that was sure to ensue...but he didn't move a muscle and his gaze never wavered until he finally turned back to his target, raised the gun and popped off his full clip...dead center in his target.
After they'd run through the entire range of guns, it was Carol's turn to take the position of teacher. She and Daryl passed out the bows and nervously walked over to stand next to him and observe the six shooters. Daryl immediately noticed Glenn's handling of the bow was completely wrong and he shook his head as he made his way to him to show him how to hold and work the weapon. Carol looked around and nearly groaned at the irony...Shane was looking at her with a questioning look as he help up the bow. She sighed and made her way over to him.
"Having trouble, Shane?" she asked, friendly enough.
"I've never even held one of these damn things before," Shane muttered, looking completely lost.
"Well, it is kind of weird feeling at first," Carol agreed, glancing over at Daryl who was now helping Lori with her stance. Carol wondered if he was trying to prove a point because he sure was pretty close to her...
"So, how do I do this?" Shane asked, breaking her out of her thoughts. She smiled and stood next to him with her own bow and demonstrated how to properly hold and pull back the bow then asked him to go ahead and show her. He did...but it wasn't right, he was too bent.
"No, no see like this?" I demonstrated again...but he still didn't get it. I glanced nervously back where Daryl was still working with Lori. To be honest...he wasn't as close to her as she had previously thought and she felt a little bad for assuming he was. But then she got a wicked idea. Oh, Daryl, look over here...
She stepped over to Shane and had him assume his stance and hold up the bow like he was ready to pulled the string back. She walked around him, her eyes scanning him up and down, soft lidded and a smile on her face.
"Not bad," she commented softly, "But there's some room for improvement. May I?"
Shane nodded dumbly, looking a little shell shocked by her obvious scan of his body. She placed her hands on his left which held the body of the bow and gently moved his fingers into the correct grip then she let her left hand slide gently up his forearm to straighten his elbow more and then up to his shoulder which she pushed back slightly to straighten his upper body more. She could feel Daryl's stare on her back and when she ran her hands down Shane's back to push him up straighter she chanced a slight glance in his direction and immediately looked away because she was right...he was staring straight at her. She moved to Shane's other side.
"Pull the string back," she ordered, and he did. That's when she locked gazes with Daryl for a moment over Shane's arm as she ran her hands up it pushing his wrist up to where the string was even with his ear, then pressed his elbow down to make a straight line, then pressed her hands to his chest to turn him ever so slightly. Daryl's gaze never faltered. Finally Carol leaned forward on her tiptoes and placed her lips a mere hair's width from Shane's ear to whisper: "Let it fly."
Shane didn't get a bull's eye, but it wasn't a bad shot at all and Carol nodded appreciatively and smiled.
"Good job!" she said, placing her hand on Shane's forearm. If she wasn't mistaken, Daryl might have twitched then but he made no move to stop her and she started feeling pretty crumby about the whole tease and went back to where she could observe all the shooters. Shane looked confused and disappointed for a moment before shrugging and nocking another arrow to try again.
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All day long, Carol kept expecting Daryl to approach her and ask her what the fuck she'd been doing all over Shane and vise versa...but he hadn't yet and it was almost supper time. In fact, he hadn't said a single word to her all day which was even worse than if he'd chewed her out about it. He'd been around all day, always about fifty yards or less from her, sharpening his knife, cleaning arrows or his crossbow, chopping wood with Rick...but no matter what he was doing, his eyes were locked on hers, cold and threatening and she started wondering if he was EVER going to break this terrible silence because it was starting to make her feel terrible.
Finally, she couldn't take it anymore and marched straight up to him and threw her hands up in a "I give up" way.
"Daryl," she whined, "Are you mad at me?"
She didn't know what she expected...but it wasn't this. Daryl simply looked at her, totally unconcerned and squinted those emotionless eyes, then he shrugged, his lips pulled into a smirk and he shook his head.
"You...you're not mad? I mean, I was pretty shamelessly flirting. You did notice, right?" Dang it...maybe he hadn't realized she was flirting with Shane after all. But he nodded. Carol felt herself going insane. "Oh my gosh, can you PLEASE say something?"
But Daryl just smirked wider and stood from leaning back onto the tree as he had been and squinted at her again before walking around her purposely, never making a sound.
Carol watched him go, utterly confused and feeling completely ill at ease so she followed him around the RV, right on his heels. She was about to pipe up again but she kept her mouth shut when they came around the corner and everyone was sitting around cleaning the guns from the day's practice. Suddenly Daryl stopped in his tracks and she ran right into his back with an "oof" and he turned to look at her.
"I wish you'd say something because I feel like you're really super pissed..." she murmured, kicking the dirt nervously as she avoided his eyes.
Suddenly his hands gripped her shoulders firmly and she found her back slammed up against the RV, Daryl's body pressed firmly into her from every angle, his eyes locked on hers as he tilted his head like a predator considering the best way to land the killing blow to its prey. And then his mouth was on hers, his fingertips on the back of her head while his thumbs pressed firmly on the corners of her mouth, forcing it open slightly to slip his tongue through and deep inside it. Carol sucked in a breath through her nose when she felt his teeth grip her bottom lip firmly, pulling it with him as he leaned back. He let it go at the last possible second and then backed off completely, then he turned and walked on as he had been...leaving Carol blushing and the object of everyone's shocked gaze. Her lip hurt a bit and she sucked it into her mouth and ducked around the RV, embarrassed.
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After dinner, the sun had set and everyone, except for Daryl who disappeared out the front door after they ate, gathered in the living room to play board games and Carol forgot all about the day for a while as they laughed at the ridiculousness of Balderdash, Scattergories, and Nurtz. But when she looked up and spotted Daryl's silent form in the shadow of the doorway she gulped, and he curled a finger at her, his face was blank and gave away nothing..but Carol felt a little bit afraid. Carol, come on, what the hell are you afraid of? He's not gonna hurt you.
Yeah? You so sure about that?
To tell the truth, no. But she stood up, unable to fight the almost magnetic pull he had on her. Maggie, who had gone out to the kitchen to get a jug of tea to pass around, returned to the living room and made a wide arc around the stone still redneck and gave Carol a nervous look as Carol passed her on the way to Daryl's side.
When she reached him, he simply turned on his heel and headed for the front door at a nonchalant walk. She walked after him, her head ducked as she watched him from under her brow.
"Daryl?" she ventured to whisper after working up her courage, but he didn't reply or even seem to have heard, he just kept walking with his focus straight ahead, occasionally glancing around to scan for Walkers. Carol gave up trying to make verbal contact with him and decided to try for physical contact. She walked a little faster to match his long strides and slipped her hand through his, he jumped slightly like she'd shocked him or something but then his hand tightened on hers as it usually did and she smiled. Maybe she had nothing to worry about.
"I'll be in," he said simply when they reached the tent and Carol jumped at the sound of his voice after not hearing it all day, but she nodded and slipped into the tent while he walked off a ways to do his walker check of the area. Carol waited in the ten on pins and needles.
Finally, the tent unzipped and he ducked inside. Carol watched him out of the corner of her eyes as he slipped off his crossbow and set it aside, then he unbuckled his belt and slipped his buck knife off and laid it next to the crossbow, then he sat down with his back to her while he unlaced his boots...all of this being done painfully slow it seemed to Carol. After what seemed a lifetime, he finally turned slightly to where he was side by side with her, his eyes fixed on the door of the tent, his knees bent and his arms around them, hands clasped in front of his legs...silent as a shade. Carol broke.
"I CAN'T FUCKING TAKE IT ANYMORE!" she shrieked loudly, but he didn't even jump in surprise, his mouth curled into a smirk as it had earlier that day. Carol grabbed his arm and shoved him sideways in her confused anger, he just looked over at her blankly. "Please just...get mad or something! ANYTHING!"
"I ain't mad, Carol," Daryl's voice was soft, dark. "Because I know you weren't serious. I know you're my woman. Thing is," Daryl said, finally turning his head to look at her, "It seems like you might've forgotten that fact...or at least decided to test the boundaries."
She hadn't forgotten, no way, but...maybe she had decided to test how far he was willing to let her go. She hung her head slightly when she realized he was right.
"I...I just wanted to know how you would react," she admitted quietly.
"Did you now?" Daryl muttered, his head cocked in that way that truly made Carol nervous. "Do you really want to see how I'd react?"
"I...I'm not sure..." Carol admitted. She gulped nervously because Daryl had shifted and was now on his knees in front of her, blue eyes looking black in the moonlit tent as he stared at her.
"Maggie said she'd take care of Sophia tonight," Daryl's voice was almost a rumbling purr in her frightened ears, "Because I'm about to show exactly how I'm gonna react. I'm gonna make you remember exactly who's woman you really are."
And that was all the warning she got. Daryl's hands were suddenly tightly, almost painfully, gripping her upper arms, pushing her onto her back as he climbed on top of her, his weight oppressively covering her entire frame. She let out a little whimper when her back connected with the sleeping bags and his mouth covered hers with an aggression she'd never felt from him before, not this much. His tongue pushed between her lips relentlessly and traced along the back of her teeth, the roof of her mouth, the side of her own tongue and she made an effort to reciprocate but he pulled back immediately.
"Don't." he whispered the simple warning in her ear and then bit down on her earlobe just hard enough to hurt a little. Carol wiggled a little in an effort to gain a little freedom but she found she was unable to get free due to the fact his hands had her wrists pinned on either side of her head, his knees were firmly pressed into the sides of her knees to keep her legs from moving and his hips were fimrly pressed into hers to hold her still.
"Daryl..." she whined as his mouth clamped firmly to the side of her throat, sucking the skin between his lips, then letting it slide out between his teeth and she knew she was going to sport several very noticeable hickeys in the morning...and she knew that was the whole point. He was marking her for all to see.
He ignored her whimpering plea and moved his mouth to her collarbone to do the same trick there, sucking in, letting it slide out and repeating until satisfied with the bright red mark he left there. This went on for a while until she made the mistake of bucking her hips up into him and he took a sharp breath in surprise. He pulled his head back to look down at her, squinting thoughtfully in the darkness as if considering his next move.
"Who do you belong to, Carol?" he whispered, almost so quiet she didn't hear.
"I...I..." Carol guessed she didn't answer quick enough because Daryl growled slightly and finally sat back, allowing her to move freely and she rolled to the side and sat up, her hand rubbing the throbbing spots on her neck where he'd marked her delicate skin. She didn't have much time to recover before his hands slipped under the material of her shirt and pulled it up, running his hands up her arms, making them raise over her head so he could pull the shirt off and toss it aside before unclipping her bra without any sort of reverence or teasing. He leaned in immediately and took her left nipple between his lips, his tongue traced around it and Carol found herself arching into his mouth even if she felt like a complete slut for liking all this roughness. She felt him smile slightly and his chin hair brushed roughly over the tender skin beneath her chest, and she giggled because it kind of tickled. He moved his mouth to the other side, but this time he bit instead of licked and she yelped, grabbing his hair and yanking it hard to pull his head back. He looked at her for a moment as if weighing his options, then he slid his hands up her sides and took her nipples between his thumbs and finger, twisting slightly as he maintained eye contact with her.
"The harder you pull, the harder I'm gonna do this," he warned as her fists tightened in his hair. She decided to take the challenge and try to gain a little control over the situation, but he soon had them twisted so firmly that she had no choice but to release her death grip on his hair and whimper. But he released her just as quickly and soothed the now sore nubs on her chest with his tongue, gentle and soft compared to the way his hands now held her wrists firmly at her sides. "Who do you belong to?"
Carol was on to his game though, and she wasn't about to give him what he wanted after the way he'd given her the silent treatment all day.
"I don't belong to anyone, Daryl, I'm not a piece of property..."
And this outburst of independence was cut short but his mouth again and she fought for dominance in the kiss, her tongue fighting to gain control inside his mouth but he fought for it just as determinedly and soon he grew tired of it and pulled back, glaring. Carol was about to say something snarky when he suddenly leaned back and pulled his shirt over his head, filling her vision with the glorious expanse of the scar riddled, pale skin of his chest. He smirked at the obviously awed look on her face and took that opportunity to force her onto her back once again, his fingers working at the button and zipper of her jeans for a moment before he gripped them firmly and yanked them down her legs and off along with her panties. Carol was shocked at how quickly this all had occurred and she lay there in stunned silence as he slipped out of his own jeans.
Daryl took his place on top of her again, looking down into her eyes.
"I'm gonna ask you again, Carol," he growled, "Who do you belong to?"
Silence. Daryl sniffed angrily and he slid his entire body down her till he was laying mostly between her legs, only his shoulders and head remained above her pelvis and he stared up at her for a moment before his tongue snaked out and started making a trail from her navel down to her hip then slowly towards the inside of her left thigh, every inch brought him closer to his goal and she was damn near shivering by the time he reached it. Then he pulled back and grinned at her, not moving an inch.
"Daryl, please...come on," Carol moaned, raising her hips up to him. To her surprise, he didn't deny her. He ducked his head suddenly and she felt a jolt of pleasure shoot through her body when his mouth clamped onto her and his tongue immediately slipped inside her, twisting expertly and tantalizingly slow. He turned his head slightly to change the angle and she felt his tongue trace around her now very sensitive nub before he sucked it between his lips and she jerked her hips up in reply. He worked her into a frenzy before he finally pulled back and brought himself back up onto her, his mouth claiming hers again the same moment his length collided with her on edge nerve ending between her legs.
"Fuck," she moaned loudly as he rubbed against her teasingly, not making any move to take the next step yet. "Come ooonnn!"
He chuckled into her throat, where his mouth had descended to, and Carol felt a bubble of anger rise in her as she bucked her hips into his desperately, the friction he was teasing her with was driving her nearly mad. She HATED being teased.
"Who do you belong to, Carol?" she heard him whisper in her ear once again.
"Daryl, I swear to God, I'm going to..."
What she was going to do exactly she couldn't really remember because he suddenly bucked forward and forced his entire length deep inside her with that single thrust, causing her words to catch in her throat and turn into a loud groan. He shifted his weight onto his elbows, pressing his hips deeper into her, grinding firmly against her as he tried to get as deep as humanly possible. Carol's vision went black on the edges as he pulled back then, slowly, terribly slowly and then slammed back into her. She bent her knees slightly to allow him better access and he immediately leaned back and hooked his arms behind her knees, pushing them towards her chest. But he hesitated, she noticed, just long enough to check her expression before he continued his movements, making sure she wasn't hurting beyond a little bit of surprised discomfort.
That was what did it for her...he'd won. She couldn't justify letting him think she wasn't completely, one hundred percent HIS any longer. He had released her legs and was back on top like normal, his bucks becoming faster and more fierce with every passing second, his lips hovered above hers and his breath was coming out in pants and shaky inhales but he wasn't giving in just yet. His eyes snapped open, completely dilated to where she could barely seen a speck of blue in them, and he moved his lips down to her ear, his heavy breathing tickling her and almost making her giggle...if she could giggle at this point with a massive orgasm starting to rear its head inside her.
"Carol," he gasped, his voice hard, rough, desperate, accentuated with each forceful thrust, "Who. Do. You. Belong. To?"
"You," Carol finally whispered, barely loud enough to be heard, "No one but you. I'm yours, Daryl Dixon."
"Damn straight," was the reply in her ear and the pace picked up, choppy, uncoordinated and much more forceful then before. He clenched his teeth and his breathing became far more rapid and he started growling as he fought to hold on just long enough for Carol to finish first. And she did, not second later, her entire body jerking and spasming as her nerve ending exploded and her vision went black from the intensity of it. With a groan that almost sounded painful, he followed her a split second later, every single muscle tensing and twitching as he finally let himself drop off the edge of sanity.
When he had ridden it out to the very last twitch, she felt the fight go out of him and he let his forehead fall to her chest, his lips littering her skin with soft, quick kisses for a bit before he pulled out and rolled off of her to the side, his breathing still rapid and heavy from the effort.
Carol smiled and rolled on her side to look at him. His eyes were closed, mouth slightly open to suck in more air, his chest rising and falling rapidly, his right hand resting on his abdomen. His expression, however, was completely peaceful and almost innocent looking, a tiny smile playing at the corners of his lips. She smiled down at him as his eyes fluttered open, the familiar blue sparkle on the edges of his still slightly dilated pupils, he grinned and reached out to pull her to him.
"I love you, woman," he whispered as his fingers tickled the back of her neck and dance lightly over her spine all the way down to the lowest point of her back, "Don't ever doubt that."
"I never doubt that, Daryl," Carol replied gently, her fingers twisting in the layers of his dirty blonde hair that was getting much too shaggy. "Never will. And don't you ever doubt that I love you more than almost anything...except for maybe Sophia."
Daryl chuckled and pressed a light kiss to her lips.
"I won't begrudge that," he said quietly, "Did I prove my point though? You gonna ever test me like this again?"
Carol considered this...but the throbbing spots on her neck, chest and shoulder from his bites at the beginning were beginning to throb and she imagined the looks she was going to get from everyone tomorrow and she shook her head.
"Nope," she replied, "I think I learned my lesson. But, uh...I'm not opposed to a little rough sex now and then even if you don't have a point to prove."
"I'll keep that in mind," Daryl said with a wicked grin. He pulled her close and pressed his lips to the top of her head as she laid her cheek on his chest. He yawned."You wore me out, girl."
Carol grinned, but she felt her own eyelids drooping and his yawn made her yawn as well. Before she knew it, she was slipping into dreams...dreams of Daryl Dixon.
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Well there ya'll are! Smut galore :D That was a fun write!
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