Thanks to ochitduzon for suggesting the premise of this chapter. Hope to do it justice!
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Carol sat on top of the RV in the dark, waiting for the sun to rise and her shift to be over because, frankly, she was going to go crazy pretty soon. All night, she kept replaying the interaction between herself and Daryl when he'd strung up the deer. She could almost still feel the brush of his lips on the top of her ear and feel the warmth of his breath on her neck, she could still see look in his eyes when he'd asked if he could come see her on watch and the way his tongue traced across his lips before he pulled the bottom one into his mouth. He didn't even realize it, she knew, that lip licking-sucking-biting thing was just one of his many little physical habits...one of the many that drove her to near insanity. And the way his voice had dropped an octave lower as he pulled her into him was still driving her up a wall.
Carol squeezed her legs together for the hundredth time that night and she wondered to herself what exactly was going on with her. Of course she was always attracted to Daryl, that went without saying, but tonight she was feeling like if she didn't see, hear, touch, taste him soon she was going to explode from the sexual tension. Something about the way he'd pulled that damn deer carcass up had set her off...maybe it was the fact that he just hefted nearly two hundred pounds of dead weight into a tree by himself without even breaking a sweat.
Thinking about sweat just led her down another rabbit trail and her brain flooded with images of his face after their many rolls in the hay...or sleeping bags...or what have you. He always had a sheen of sweat along his hairline and down his neck and his arms after sex and she loved the way he just seemed to shine. And he always got that look of complete awe and amazement, followed by a peaceful smile reserved especially for those times.
"Ugh, stop it!" she mumbled to herself as she leaned forward, applying pressure from the chair to help ease the throbbing between her legs. "This is fucking ridiculous."
"What's ridiculous?" a whisper shattered her thoughts and she turned her head quickly and found Glenn looking at her from the ladder.
"Oh, hi, Glenn," Carol played it cool, but blushed slightly. Good thing it was dark. "Just...I was strating to get really...uh...scared up here alone. Don't you get lonely up here?"
"Yeah, sometimes," Glenn agreed, swinging up onto the roof and brushing off the front of his jeans, "But Maggie joins me up here sometimes and we talk through my shift."
"What are you doing up here?" Carol asked, "Your shift is at sunrise."
"I just figured I would let you off early since I was already awake," Glenn shrugged, "First time staying up all night on watch makes a person way tired, right?"
Carol yawned suddenly. Now that her mind wasn't occupied with sex she DID feel tired.
"Well, I really appreciate it, Glenn," she said with a smile as she handed him the gun, "You're right, I'm not use to staying up all night. Thank you."
Glenn waved to her from the roof when she looked back on her way to the edge of the field that separated the house and her little slice of paradise, she waved back and then set off across it at a trot, clutching her machete close.
When she reached the tent she had to take a few breaths to calm herself because it was going to take all her strength not to jump the man's bones. But her thoughts were interrupted by the tent flap being thrown open and she yelped and jumped back, her hand flew to her mouth.
"Sorry," Daryl laughed at her expression, "Didn't know ya were standin' there."
"Where are you going?" Carol asked. "It's not sunrise yet, you're not going hunting yet are you?"
"Take a piss..." Daryl squinted at her funny, "Carol, I wouldn't leave Sophia alone here and take off hunting, good Lord."
"I...I know," Carol claimed, sticking her chest out defiantly, "I was just..."
"You need t' get some sleep," Daryl muttered, putting a finger to her lips to silence her, "Sophia had a nightmare, by the way. I took care of it."
Carol smiled softly. She could just picture him consoling Sophia with soft whispers and promises of killing anything that tried to get her. Her insides jolted and she closed her eyes for a moment.
"You're learning this father business pretty fast," she commented.
"Yeah..." Daryl muttered, "It ain't easy though. Hey, seriously, gotta piss, be right back."
Carol laughed and slipped inside the tent and under the covers. She tried to keep her eyes open but sleep claimed her immediately.
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"Carol," the whisper cut into her dreams and she grudgingly opened her eyes. Daryl was crouched next to her, his hand was on her shoulder and he was shaking her gently. "Carol, I'm going hunting, alright? See you when I get back."
Carol was suddenly wide awake and she carefully made her way out of the tent behind him. He smiled when he realized she was behind him and he leaned down to press a kiss to her cheek. Carol couldn't help the heat that shot through her even from that simple brush of his lips and she immediately reached out and gripped him tightly through his jeans.
"Fuck," Daryl said as he exhaled the sharp breath he'd taken at the sudden contact, "Carol, what's up?"
"Well, I could tell you one obvious thing," Carol replied with a cheeky smile, she ran her hand purposely down a little ways.
"You know I really can't do this right now?" Daryl sounded very sorry he couldn't but he automatically moved closer despite that knowledge.
"Mmm, I know," Carol whispered, pressing her chest into his and licking her lips teasingly, "Just wanted to give you a taste of what's waiting for you back here while you're out there."
Daryl groaned and his eyes closed as he tried to regain some sense of focus and Carol released her hold on him reluctantly, backing away but eyeing the obvious bulge in his jeans with a grin.
"See you when you get back," she whispered, winking as she slipped back inside the tent. She heard him sigh heavily before the sound of his boots on the fallen leaves began and then faded as the distance between them grew. Carol sighed and laid back down to catch some sleep before she continued her fun for the day.
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Daryl returned with only a brace of rabbits and he wasted no time in sitting down on the edge of the field to clean and skin them. Carol joined him as soon as she noticed he was back.
"Well," she said as she stood behind him, leaning down to rest her chin on his shoulder. "Normally you come back with a bit more than this."
"Your fuckin' fault, woman," Daryl muttered, "It's hard to focus on killing things when your mind's on...other things."
"What things?" Carol asked with fake innocence as she sat next to him on the log.
"You know damn well what things," Daryl replied darkly, he gave her a look that clearly said 'don't fuck with me'.
"Oh, you mean this?" Carol grinned as she slipped her hand around his thigh and ran it firmly up to the junction of his legs, making him jump slightly.
"Yeah, something like that," he said, his voice getting husky, but he kept on skinning the rabbit in his hand. "So what's with you anyway? You're being pretty...grabby."
Carol bit the inside of her bottom lip before she gently took his wrist one hand and the handle of the knife in her other, tugging slightly until he let it go and she stuck it firmly into the log next to him, making him jerk in surprise. She took the rabbit in his other hand by the ears and gently pulled it away, setting it aside in the bucket with the other one before she got to her knees between his legs. She locked eyes with his as she slid both hands up his legs, over his hips and pressed them flat against his stomach, her fingertips dug into his skin lightly.
"What'cha doin, Carol?" Daryl asked, his tongue flicked out the right side of his mouth and licked there slowly as he watched her face.
"Been waiting for you to get back all morning," Carol said quietly as she moved herself forward, pushing his legs further apart. She moved her hands down to his hips and pulled herself closer to him by pressing her weight into her palms and scooting her knees. Soon there was no more space between them and her stomach was pressed into him.
"Yeah?" Daryl sounded a little bit breathless as she wiggled a little further into him, causing a noticeable excitement to occur against the material of her shirt.
"Been thinking about you all night and all morning," Carol dropped her voice, letting her bottom lip go slightly limp to give her words a thick tone, she tilted her head down so she could look up at him through her lashes, "When I was on watch last night I was thinking about all the things I want to do to you, places I want to touch you...and I've been fighting really hard not to do this but I honestly can't, not anymore."
"Do what?" Daryl asked quietly, Carol could tell by the heavy look of his eyes and the slack of his jaw that he wasn't thinking with his brain anymore, as did the hardness against her stomach that was growing harder by the second.
"How about I just show you instead of talking about it?" Carol suggested with a wink as her hands went to the button of his jeans and popped it quicker than Daryl could even register her words. She watched his face for a reaction and she earned a shocked half smile and a small laugh of an exhale. Encouraged, she pushed her finger down the zipper line, pushing it apart fully before she slipped her hand inside.
But she didn't get the reaction she hoped for. Daryl panicked suddenly and jerked his hips back on the log, turning his head to look over his shoulder.
"Wait, whoa, whoa!" he yelped, placing his hands on her shoulders to push her back slightly. "Carol, whoa, we can't...not right here!"
"Why not?" Carol asked in surprise.
"Because we're only twenty yards from the fuckin' RV and Andrea's up there!" Daryl stated in a fierce whisper.
"You embarrassed?" Carol asked with a wicked grin.
"Just think it's not something everyone needs t' see," Daryl stated firmly.
"Don't think Andrea would mind, actually," Carol said with a giggle. Daryl looked horrified for a second but then swung his left leg over her and turned around on the log then stood up quickly.
"No way, Carol," he said sadly, shaking his head, "Not here. Ok?"
Carol rolled her eyes and sighed heavily but she stood up and stepped over the log, grabbing him by the collar of his jacket and pulling him close again.
"Then let's go somewhere else," she whispered into his ear, her tongue flicked out to run along the ridge of it.
"I really gotta clean these rabbits..." Daryl groaned, "You have to clean 'em before the guts effect the meat."
"Wow, Daryl...way to kill the moment," Carol teased, but she saw his point. "Fine, clean your damn rabbits, but when you're done, you're mine."
She smacked him on his left ass cheek before she backed away and turned to walk back to the RV and talk to Andrea. Daryl watched her go with a regretful look but then sighed and returned to the log, zipping his pants back up as he went.
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Carol watched for an opportunity throughout the day and finally she saw one when he was sitting on the gate of the fence around the pasture next to the barn, he'd been helping Herschel repair some weak spots in the fence and giving idea of how to make them walker proof but Hershel had gone inside for a break and Daryl just pulled himself onto the gate and was scanning the horizon with a bored expression.
Carol made her way quickly across the yard and the small open expanse of field that lay between the fence and her and when he spotted her she turned that walk into a sprint. She didn't waste any time in letting him know exactly what she had come down there for and she gave his arm a yank, pulling him off the gate. His eyes got wide, but he smiled wide and leaned back against the gate. Carol grabbed the bar behind him and placed her feet on the bar that was roughly calf height to him and she pulled herself up to connect her groin to his, he automatically placed his hands under her thighs to steady her and he looked shocked for a moment before he laughed.
"What's with you today?" he asked in amusement as she ground into him hard and her teeth nipped at the skin of his neck. "God, woman, you're crazy."
"Crazy? Damn right," Carol breathed out, "Crazy for you, and I'm gonna go even MORE crazy if you don't fuck me right now, Daryl Dixon!"
"Shit, girl," Daryl's eyes fluttered shut as she emphasized her request with a massive forward jerk of her hips, "Hold on a sec 'fore I lose it in my jeans!"
Carol grinned but kept still while he collected his wits.
"Barn?" he suggested quietly.
"Fence is good," Carol pushed back into him, her mouth latched onto his and he moaned softly as her tongue slipped in. She wasn't taking no for answer this time.
"Carol..." Daryl tried to talk some sense into her about their current location but he was cut off by her tongue as she stuck it as far as possible towards the back of his throat. He coughed slightly and she quickly calmed down her attack and brought her mouth to his pulse point. "Fence it is then..."
"HEY, YOU TWO!" Andrea's voice made them both jump slightly, she was standing up on the RV and was calling across the distance, "RICK WANTS TO TALK TO DARYL!"
Carol growled in annoyance and Daryl sighed heavily as he rested his forehead on her shoulder.
"Ya know I gotta go, right?"
"No, you don't," Carol gripped the front of his shirt tightly, "Tell Rick to stuff it."
"Carol..." Daryl's voice held a small warning behind the obvious annoyance he felt toward Rick's untimely interruption.
"Oh, FINE!" Carol snapped angrily, she pushed away from him, "Put me down!"
Daryl lowered her legs and she straightened her shirt angrily as she spun on her heel and stomped off towards the RV. Daryl trotted along till he caught up and matched her angry stride.
"Carol...please don't be mad at me," he said with a sigh.
"I'm not," Carol growled, "I'm just extremely sexually frustrated right now! I keep getting...whatever the female version of cock blocked is!"
"I know how ya feel, Carol," Daryl muttered, and Carol giggled when she realized he was walking kind of funny due to the constriction in his jeans. "Trust me, I'm not any more fond of this than you are. Ya have no clue how uncomfortable this is..."
"Daryl!" Rick's voice made them both look over to the house. Rick was standing on the porch with the map in his hands and he waved Daryl over. "We need to talk about the next run."
"You're not going," Carol warned, darkly.
"I'll let him know, but the decision is his," Daryl said simply as he turned and started walking towards the house. Carol watched him go with narrowed eyes and she pulled herself angrily up onto the roof of the RV to complain to Andrea.
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When Rick finally got Daryl's opinions about the run and they had planned it out, assigning Glenn, Maggie and T-Dog to the task, Carol waited by the RV for him to come back from the house. When the front door opened and he came out, practically skipping down the porch steps she walked towards him purposely, her eyes hard and determined. When she reached him she grabbed him by the wrist and pulled hard in the direction of the field.
"Archery range," she said simply, "Now."
"Don't have to tell me twice," Daryl laughed and followed easily. But just as they passed the chicken coop, Lori came out with a basket of eggs.
"Daryl," she said nonchalantly, "I need a favor. Can you take Carl and Sophia out target practicing or something for a while? I'm just really tired, you know with the baby and everything, and I need a nap..."
"No, he can't, now everyone STOP asking him to do shit because for the next few hours he's MINE!" Carol snapped, not just at Lori but she spun around as if addressing anyone who cared to listen, "We are leaving this farm for a while and I'm gonna get good and fucking laid and NOTHING is stopping me this time!"
Daryl's eyes were wide and shocked and he clapped his hand over her mouth and quickly pushed her towards the field, giving Lori an apologetic look over his shoulder.
"Maybe later, Lori?" he whispered back. She nodded dumbly, looking at Carol with disbelief.
Carol twisted out of his grip and glared at him when they reached the edge of the field.
"What was that for?!" she hissed.
"Carol, you're acting like a cat that got caught in the sprinklers," Daryl stated firmly. "Come on, let's...get some of this aggression out, whatd'ya say?"
"I say it's about time!" Carol grabbed his hand and took off at a run across the field towards their makeshift archery range. No one ever came out there and she was positive they'd have no interruptions there.
When they finally reached the range, Carol didn't hesitate. She turned quickly and literally jumped him, her legs wrapping tightly as possible around his hips.
"So...um...are we just jumping right in to this or are you feeling playful?" Daryl asked with a grin.
"We can play as much as we want after," Carol's breath was heavy and she wiggled her hips in small, purposeful circles. "I'm gonna explode if you don't take me quick."
"Fine by me," Daryl stated happily, his mouth automatically clamped onto the junction of her neck and shoulder as he backed her towards the nearest tree to get some stability.
"No," Carol gasped, "No, get down on the ground."
"What?"
"DOWN!"
Daryl's eyes widened at her sharp tone but he knelt down carefully so as not to drop her and pushed her onto her back in the grass and leaves, but to his surprise she pushed against him.
"No, I said YOU get down," she stated firmly. Daryl squinted suspiciously but obeyed, leaning back on his elbows. Carol pulled herself up and quickly straddle his hips, pushing his backside firmly into the ground. She slid her hands under his shirt and pulled it up and he sat and raised his arms to allow it to slip off and she tossed it aside, her hands moved quickly to the buckle of his belt which she undid and pulled off in record time.
"Hey, you too," Daryl mumbled as he took her hands and raised them over her head so he could yank her shirt off as well. He unclipped her bra on the way back down her body to the button of her jeans. Carol had his jeans unzipped and pushed low on his hips before he even got her button undone. "Hey, hey, what's the rush?"
"Need it," Carol gasped, "Need it now."
Daryl raised his hips to allow her to slip his jeans down and then he kicked them off, annoyed when they got hung up on his right ankle. Somehow, and he had no clue how, Carol slipped her own jeans off by the time he managed to clear himself of the pesky pant leg and she didn't waste a second before she lower herself onto him, taking every inch of him in without hesitation. Daryl saw stars in his vision for a moment and he scrunched his eyes shut as that "first entry" sensation shot through his nervous system, a whimpering sound made its way out of his throat despite his effort to keep it contained and he let his head drop back on the ground as the original jolt faded.
Carol watched his face with a smile, the way his jaw dropped open and his eyes closed tightly when she took him in. She waited until his expression calmed a little before she started moving her hips forward then back in slow, purpose filled motions. Daryl's hands slid up her arms and tangled in her hair as he pulled her down to reach her mouth with his, and she sighed happily as his tongue slid behind her teeth and began its tantalizingly skilled exploration. She focused on the feeling between her legs instead of the kiss though, there was plenty of time for kissing later, this was a necessary quick lay that she needed to continue her plans...seriously, she was frustrated beyond belief at the day's interruptions.
With that thought, she immediately picked up the pace of her hips and placed her hands flat on the ground at either side of his head, focusing her energy on the movement of her lower body as she rode him hard, relentlessly and expertly. She could feel that coil inside tightening as she changed her angle slightly and she heard him give a sharp little gasp under her and she opened her eyes to look at him. He was watching her, his eyes locked on her mouth but them they flicked up to meet her eyes and he smiled slightly. This was how it always went for Carol, yeah the feeling of his filling her and the glorious friction that was building now would do it for her any day...but every time she opened her eyes during sex, that was what sent her over the edge every single time, because of the way he looked at her.
"Shit," she breathed out as her head dropped forward to his shoulder, he bucked up into her as her movements started to become choppy and strained, taking over the rhythm and driving her on into her building orgasm. She felt that knot inside her finally come undone and she shot up straight, tossing her head back and her hips forward as her inner muscles contracted and released in those familiar, mind numbing spasms. She heard the distant sound of her own voice releasing a series of small screams, squeals and Daryl's name a few times before she felt her muscles give out and she found herslef spread out on top of him, chest to chest, hip to hip, still connected. She hadn't even felt him finish in her it was such a powerful jolt to her system but he was growing soft in her so she knew she hadn't failed to meet his needs...which she was glad for because she had honestly not even been thinking about him this time.
"Holy...shit..." she heard him whisper out loud, more to himself than her. "Carol...that was...holy shit that was so damn hot. Where did you fuckin' learn to DO that!?"
"Newly acquired skill," Carol panted out honestly. "You make me do things I never knew I could before."
"Mmm," Daryl moaned into her neck and she felt his tongue run over her skin, "I'm the luckiest son of a bitch."
Carol sighed and turned her head slightly to give him a wider area of her neck to explore and he took it gladly.
"I'm gonna fall asleep," she heard him mutter and she sat up quickly, rolling off of him.
"You can rest but don't fall asleep," she said seriously. "Actually, no, come on get up! Stay awake!"
Daryl groaned loudly and in annoyance as she pulled at his hand but he gathered all his determination and managed to ride to his feet, defying his body's desire to doze off. Carol leaned into him with a smile, and he savored the feel of her flushed skin against his and he ran his calloused hands down her back to grip her ass tightly as he swayed her side to side slowly, she laid her head against his chest, her fingers playing with the sparse hair there.
"See?" she whispered into his skin before pressing her lips to the tattoo on the left side of his chest, a name of someone important to him long ago, she'd heard the story. "Isn't this better than sleeping?"
"Mm, it's pretty good, I'll admit," Daryl said with a smile, his arms developed goosebumps from her teasing his chest. "What d'ya wanna do now?"
Carol stepped back then and looked at him with a smile.
"I just want to...look at you," she admitted, "Is that weird?"
"Well, I guess not," Daryl said with a thoughtful twist of his lips, "But...I'm not really all that pretty."
Carol gave him a look that told him to shut up and she started circling him like a lioness trying to find the weak spot in a water buffalo herd. Her eyes scanned every inch of him and she knew by the look on his face he was very uncomfortable with this intense scrutiny.
She took in the shaggy, winter darkened brown hair that hung around his ears at this point and smiled at how messy it was from where her hands had gripped it moment ago as she rode him like a cowgirl rides a bronco. His eyes were still slightly dark and dilated but they were starting to get back their brilliant blue shine. She scanned his face and her eyebrows scrunched in concern when she realized how his cheeks were starting to look a little sunken and how his cheekbones were becoming more prominent.
I've GOT to make sure he eats more. She mused.
She scanned the skin of his neck and took note of the way his muscles twitched as she turned his head to follow her movements around him. She stepped forward from behind him and ran her fingers lightly over the skin there, she's never noticed before but there was a spattering of freckles on each shoulder and she smiled. Shoulder freckles...so damn cute.
She slid her hand down from his shoulders to the lowest part of his back, tracing his muscles and savoring the feeling of them moving slightly under her fingers as he shifted slightly to try and look over his shoulder at her. She turned his head back to the front and pressed her lips to his spine between his shoulder blades before she moved around to his front. She eyed the expanse of his chest and torso, her index finger traced the light brown hair from his chest all the way to the slightly darker and somewhat thicker collection at the base of his cock, which, she noticed with a smile, was beginning to recover from their romp.
"Really?" she whispered, "Already?"
"What can I say?" Daryl shrugged, but she didn't miss the blush that crept onto his cheeks, "You get me goin' like nothin' else."
Carol giggled and she moved her hands to his hips running her palms over the sharp, prominent bones there with a frown.
"You need to start eating more, Daryl," she said seriously. "You're getting way too damn skinny."
"Look who's talkin'," Daryl stated, gripping her hips to prove his point.
"I've always been skinny and boney," Carol stated defiantly, "But you haven't. You're dropping weight like crazy and I want it to stop. You got me?"
Daryl rolled his eyes but nodded.
"Alright, I promise," he said with a sigh as her hands moved to grab him firmly by the ass. "Yikes...hey, you done? Because I'm up for round two."
"I can tell," Carol laughed at his unintended euphemism. She dropped to her knees to finish her scan, her hands slid down the back of his thighs and traced the skin behind his knees, which almost made him buckle and he laughed.
"Sorry, that tickles like crazy!" he said with a grin.
Carol smiled as she let her hands slide to his calf, she grinned wickedly then leaned and twisted to where she could press her lips behind his knees and she nipped him for good measure.
"Alright! Ok! Enough," Daryl laughed loudly and grabbed her hair to pull her back. She looked up at him with a cheeky smile and he leaned down to pull her up under arms. She giggled as she faced him and he shook his head. "You're so strange. I never know what the hell you're gonna do."
"You're right though," Carol said, leaning back to meet his eyes. "You're not very pretty."
Daryl's eyebrows scrunched together and a flash of hurt passed through his eyes. Carol leaned forward and pressed a quick, closed lip kiss to the beauty mark at the left corner of his mouth then leaned back again.
"You're ridiculously, perfectly, amazingly beautiful," she clarified, "Pretty doesn't even scratch the surface."
"Had me worried there for a second," Daryl admitted with a crooked grin and a squinty look.
"You've got nothing to worry about," Carol assured him, "Now...you mention the possibility of some playing before if I remember correctly?"
"Yeah, I believe I did," Daryl replied, sucking his bottom lip behind his teeth and grinning as his mind immediately came up with a million little ideas on how exactly they could "play" out here in this field with hours to kill.
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There ya'll go! Sorry it's not up sooner but my internet went down in a pretty crazy storm! But it's up now so be happy :)
Review, prompt and suggest what you want for the next chapters! Seriously because I really have no idea what to do for the next one.