Red River Blue

Chapter 66

Daryl had been to parties before. But those parties mainly consisted of a lot of already drunk people getting as high or drunk as they could as fast as they could. This one featured small bits of carefully prepared snack foods and drinks that were served in decorative glassware. Daryl wasn't sure how to act. So he carried in Carol's cookies and put them on a table with the rest of the food. Then he shoved down as many of the small crackers stacks as he thought he could get away with before finding a spot to stand in where he could put his back to the wall. He proceeded to down as many alcoholic beverages as the overly polite residents of Alexandria thought to offer him. He lost count of how many drinks that was. But when his head started to spin he knew it was one too many.

Daryl may not have been certain what he was supposed to do at Deanna's party. But he was sure that puking up a beer, wine, and assorted crackers in her living room would not be much appreciated. So when he started getting woozy he turned and quickly headed for the back door. The fresh air helped more than he expected. Daryl leaned against the side of the house and lit a cigarette. He blew out a cloud of smoke, trying to decide if he wanted to walk back to their house alone or wait outside until everyone else was ready to leave with him.

Daryl almost made up his mind to leave when he heard hushed voices around the corner. We need ta be quick if we're doin' this, they'll notice if we're gone too long… Daryl quickly crotched down, a nearby bush offered him some cover. But the two women rushed by so quickly he might have been able to remain standing where he was and still not be noticed.

Just from the way they were acting, Daryl could tell that Carol and River were up to something. But when they turned the corner and hurried in the opposite direction of their house his suspicions were solidified. Daryl tossed the butt of his cigarette to the ground and stomped it out with his boot. Then he went after them. He was so distracted with all the people crowding in around him that he hadn't even seen where Carol went after he walked into the party with her. And before that he was so nervous about coming that he didn't notice what she was wearing. But he noticed her now.

Daryl had never seen Carol in a dress before. The dark green fabric swished softly around her knees as she walked, revealing her shapely calves and slender ankles. Daryl didn't know much about dresses but the one she had on tied around the middle and made her already tiny waist look even smaller. Especially when compared to her fuller hips and breasts.

Thoughts of the few brief kisses he had shared with her started swirling in his mind. Daryl was usually able to push the images away but the alcohol he drank at the party was making that more difficult. By the time the two women stopped under the window of the armory building, Daryl had to adjust his pants.

River laced her fingers together to make a step. Carol kicked off her shoes and placed one bare foot into the makeshift ladder, quickly putting her other foot on River's shoulders. This put her high enough that she was able to easily open the window to the armory and climb inside. When she stuck her first leg in through the window her dress hiked up, revealing her leg almost all the way up to her hip.

Carol was already inside. River gripped the window sill, preparing to boost herself up and climb in. Daryl moved quickly. He grabbed his sister in law by the waist, clamping his other hand down over her mouth to keep her from screaming and alerting the woman inside to his presence.

River clawed at his arms and kicked her legs as he dragged her back and away from the window.

"Quit it River, it's just me," Daryl whispered.

Daryl placed River back onto her feet and let her go. She slammed her hands against his chest, hissing a few choice words.

"Piss off out of here River," Daryl whispered back, "go back to the party."

River's facial expressions changed rapidly. She was angry at him for the scare, her face twisted into a scowl. This quickly gave way to confusion. She glanced back and forth between the window Carol climbed through and Daryl's face. Then a huge smile lit up River's face. She wrapped her arms around Daryl and kissed him on the cheek. Then she snatched her party heels up from the ground near her feet and took off back the way she came.

Daryl was taller than the girls. He didn't need a boost to get through the window. Easing himself in as quietly as possible, he was pleased to see Carol's back was to him. She didn't see him climb in.

"What do ya think yer doin' in here," he asked.

Daryl didn't yell. He just spoke in a normal tone of voice. But as Carol was expecting River to climb in behind her, the deep timbre of Daryl's voice startled her. She jumped, dropping the gun she had in her hands as she spun around to face him. It hit the floor with a dull thud.

"Asshole," she almost silently cursed, the corners of Carol's mouth turning up in a slight smirk.

"Yer not supposta be in 'ere," Daryl informed her, "gonna hafta make a citizen arrest."

Carol shook her head at him and turned back around, intent on her mission to secure their group some proper weapons. Daryl moved fast, closing the space between them and putting his hands on her slim waist. He rubbed over her taut stomach and then up, cupping her full breasts and roughly squeezing.

"Daryl, are you drunk?," Carol asked, "...what are you doing?"

This wasn't the first time Daryl put his hands on her. They kissed on two different occasions. But the times before, he was hesitant and tentative when he touched her. Like he was afraid to break her. This was different. Even when she voiced her objection he didn't release his grip on her. Instead he lowered his head and started kissing her neck, sucking at the sensitive skin behind her ear.

"I'm makin' an arrest," he whispered, "gotta search ya fer weapons."

Daryl squeezed her breasts again, then pinched at her already tight nipples through her dress and the lacy fabric of her bra. Her insides clenched and a low moan escaped her lips. He moved his hands down, roughly yanking up the hem of her dress. One hand moved between their bodies to grope at her ass. He shoved the other one between her legs. Carol was grateful to River at that moment. The other woman talked her into wearing a cute pair of lace panties under her dress instead of her normal practical cotton briefs. Not that the man she wore them for seemed to care. The delicate fabric she had so carefully chosen was pushed hastily aside in Daryl's rush to penetrate her.

Her folds were already slick with desire. She gasped when he shoved one thick finger inside her. Adjusting the angle of his hand he cupped her sex, shoving his finger as far inside her as it would go. His palm pressed against her aching clit. She moved her hand down, clawing at his wrist. She wasn't sure if she wanted to pull his hand away from her or encourage him to move his finger in and out of her. Either way, he released his grip on her ass and used it to pull her hand away. He held her by the wrist, pulling her body tight against his.

She whimpered when he withdrew his finger, her insides gripping as she tried to hold him inside. He added a second finger and shoved them both back in, entering her hard and fast. She could feel the muscles in her legs starting to quiver. Her eyes were closed and she was breathing hard as he jabbed his fingers inside her over and over. She could feel her orgasm building. And just when she was on the edge he pulled his hand away.

Daryl pressed his palm flat on her back between her shoulder blades, forcing her down hard onto her elbows on top of the old unplugged chest freezer that the guns were stored in. Carol felt her dress being yanked up. Her lacy pink underwear ripped as he pushed them to the side and out of his way. But it wasn't until she heard Daryl unbuckling his belt that she came to her senses and realized he really meant to fuck her. Right here and now. There was no doubt that she wanted him. Badly. But how rough he was being was making her a little uncomfortable. And she could smell the alcohol on him. He was drunk.

Carol pressed her palms against the top of the freezer, pushing herself back upright. She was not expecting Daryl to press his hand on her back and shove her back down. But he did, this time keeping one hand gripped on her shoulder to hold her in place. Oh hell no he didn't. Her reaction was instant and automatic, like her body was moving ahead of her mind. Carol turned as she pushed back, giving Daryl a swift elbow to the ribs that knocked him back a step.

Carol spun around, ready to give Daryl a piece of her mind. It was then that she saw the look of absolute heartbreak and devastation on his face. Her heart sank. She froze. If she was dealing with her ex husband, he would have already been beating her bloody by now. But this wasn't Ed. This was Daryl. And he was taking another step away from her as he fumbled frantically with his pants, trying to get them back on. It was clear on his face that he hadn't meant to do anything to offend or hurt her. And she knew if she didn't fix this now he would likely never come near her again.

"No… I… uh… I didn't mean….," she stuttered and stammered, fighting for the words to come out right.

Carol took a deep breath. Then she crossed the small space between them and grabbed Daryl by the shirt, pulling him down so she could kiss him. He didn't react at first. But when she wrapped her arms around his neck he responded and kissed her back.

"You were just being a little too rough," she explained, "but I want this."

Carol almost choked on the words as they came out. Admitting her desire for the man in her arms was one of the hardest things she ever had to do. She had been fighting her feelings for so long, afraid to even admit them to herself. The fact that Daryl wanted her so bad he had nearly forced himself on her a moment before made her confession come easier. But only a little. She only said it out loud because she knew he needed to hear it.

"M'sorry," Daryl mumbled into her neck.

He wrapped his arms around her, pulling Carol into a tight hug. She hugged him back just as fiercely. And then they were kissing. And kissing. And kissing. She pulled him back toward the chest freezer, this time boosting herself up with her palms so she was sitting on it instead of bending over it. He held her in his arms, kissing and sucking up and down the column of her neck. She reached forward, undoing the zipper on his pants that he yanked back up when he backed away from her.

He reached down, starting at her knees. The skin on his hands was rough and calloused. But it felt good gliding over the sensitive skin of her thighs. Her dress pushed up as he moved until only the thin material of her panties was between him and her heated center. She lifted her hips as he grabbed her underwear, actually pulling them down this time instead of just ripping them to the side. Her folds were glistening with desire.

Since she was facing him, Carol could see his erection jutting out in front of him. A drop of precum had already formed at the tip. She reached down and ran her small hands over him, eliciting a low groan from the man. The sound made her insides clench. He moved closer, this time looking to her for confirmation before he pressed the head of his dick against her slick folds.

She nodded and pulled him close, pressing her lips to his. Daryl kissed her, nipping at her bottom lip. He entered her with his tongue and his dick at the same time. Like he had with his fingers, he penetrated her hard and fast. She wrapped her arms around him, gripping his shoulders to steady her body. His hands moved down, gripping the firm globes of her ass as he pounded into her.

The orgasm that nearly crested when just his fingers were inside her came on fast. Without warning, her insides were convulsing around his manhood. The pleasure washed over her in waves. Just when she thought it was over, he lifted her hips, spreading her cheeks so he could push deeper inside her. She cried out as she came a second time. Her vision went blurry and she would notice later there were bruises on the insides of her pale thighs where she had gripped his hips.

Carol was crying out and barely even heard the stream of foul curse words that Daryl muttered just before he slammed into her one last time and came. The last lingering spasms of her orgasm milked every last drop out of him.

They stayed that way for a while, still holding each other close as they waited for their breathing to return to normal. Carol was the first one to come to her senses. She caught Daryl's face between her palms and pressed one more kiss to his lips.

"We should get these guns and get the hell out of here before someone figures out what we're doing," she whispered.

Daryl nodded his agreement. He stepped back and pulled his pants up. Carol hopped down off the top of the freezer. But she had underestimated her legs ability to function normally after being so well fucked. If Daryl hadn't caught her by the arm she would have gone face first onto the floor. She could feel his body shaking with silent laughter as he held her.

Once she was able to function again, Carol snatched her underwear from the floor and pulled them on, using her hands to smooth her dress out. Then she retrieved an empty backpack from a nearby shelf and held it open.

"Just the handguns," she instructed, "they keep an inventory of the rest."

Daryl nodded again, quickly filling the bag with as many smaller guns and as much ammunition as he thought they could take without anyone noticing it was gone. He tossed the bag out the window. Then he climbed out first, so he could help Carol down behind him. The hem of her dress caught on the window sill as she came down, giving him a good view of her ass. He caught her by the hips and lifted her carefully down to the ground. She stuffed her feet back into her shoes.

They walked back to their house together. Daryl had his arm slung around her shoulders and her arm was wrapped around his waist. They didn't talk about what they had done. But the weird tension that was always there between them seemed to finally have dissipated. The downstairs floor of the house was empty. Daryl had the backpack slung over his shoulder as he followed Carol up the stairs. When she turned to head for her own room he caught her by the wrist.

"Nope," he said, not offering any further explanation.

She didn't resist as he pulled her down the hall and into his bedroom, shutting the door behind them. Now that he had finally captured her, she wasn't going to get away so easily. Daryl stripped down to his boxers and climbed in bed, pulling the covers back on the other side. Carol didn't ask permission before she started poking through his dresser drawers. When she found a tshirt that would work as a short nightgown for her she removed her dress and pulled it on over her head. Then she climbed into bed. She was surprised when Daryl pulled her close and nuzzled into her. He never seemed like he would be much of a cuddler. But then again neither did his brother and Merle would lounge in bed all day every day with River if she would let him. Daryl pressed a soft kiss to the back of her neck.

"Never done that before ya know," he mumbled.

Carol's eyes were already heavy but his odd statement caught her attention.

"Done what?," she asked, "You've made love before I'm sure."

Daryl grunted out a small laugh. Carol was right. He wasn't sure if making love was what he would call it. But he had done it before. Lots of times.

"Yeah, I've done it," he said before adding, "...but I never looked at anyone's face while I did it to 'em."

Now it was Carol's turn to chuckle. She turned her head, giving Daryl a lingering kiss on the lips before she turned back and settled down to sleep. She often had a hard time getting to sleep. All the horrible things that happened to her in her life seemed to come to her at night. But Daryl's arms kept the nightmares at bay. And before Carol knew it, morning had already come.