Red River Blue
Chapter 30
Once it became obvious that the fight was over, at least for the current time, Daryl turned and began heading for home. He stomped up the steps, rattling the entire porch with how hard he slammed the front door shut behind him. Lydia cringed, gripping Sam's hand more tightly in hers. Carol took a deep breath, forcing herself to let it out slowly through her nose before she followed her husband into the house.
From the loud thudding noises vibrating through the ceiling, it was obvious that Daryl was upstairs throwing the rest of his fit in their bedroom. Sam took one nervous glance at the stairs before he grabbed Lydia and headed for the kitchen. Carol headed up, traversing silently up the staircase and down the hall. She stopped in the doorway of their bedroom, resting her hand on the doorframe.
As quietly as she walked, there was no way Daryl could have heard her. But he seemed to sense her presence anyway, looking up from the mess he was making on their bed to scowl at her. He had a few open bags on the bed, the contents half dumped and strewn all over. Since it looked like mostly their extra camping supplies, Carol guessed Daryl was thinking about taking off into the woods for a few days as he was prone to do when he got upset about something. Or he at least wanted to make her think that's what he was going to do.
"Daryl…" she said, trying to pull his attention away from the mess. But before she could say anything else he hurled the bag he was sorting through across the room and took a few steps in her direction. Carol felt a strong urge to back away from him. But she held her ground, her body tensing slightly.
"No secrets!," Daryl huffed, pointing at her. "Isn't that what ya tell the kids? That we ain't supposta have any secrets?" Daryl turned and kicked the bag he'd just hurled to the floor, scattering the contents across the carpet.
"Daryl," she said, repeating his name again in a softer tone. "Just calm down a little and we can talk about this," Carol suggested.
"Don't talk to me like I'm a fuckin' child!," Daryl hollered. As Carol ducked to avoid a handful of MRE meals that came sailing in her direction, she reminded herself to stay calm. Having two people throwing a fit in this bedroom wasn't going to help things. But when she was actually hit with the next missile, Carol caught the package of wet wipes before they fell and took aim.
"Then stop acting like one," she hollered back, hurling the wet wipes across the room at hitting Daryl splat in the back of his head. If Daryl didn't want to be spoken to like a child then maybe he should stop throwing such a childish fit. Carol knew he was just processing everything that happened in the last two days. The marks he saw all over Lydia. Mika being kidnapped. Almost losing Sam. Daryl matured a lot over the last seven years. But regulating his emotions still wasn't his strong suit. That's why Carol was prepared to give him some leeway for his ridiculous behavior. But throwing shit at her was over the line. Carol stepped all the way into the room, closing the bedroom door behind her.
"Eugene went missing. Harley was hurt. Mika got kidnapped. There's a bunch of crazy people running around dressed up like walkers. Sam took off and almost got himself killed." Carol stopped, sure she was probably forgetting a few things that happened. Like Axel and Hershel nearly getting killed while they saved a baby. But she decided her list was thorough enough to prove her point. "In the middle of all that bullshit, I'm sorry I didn't make it my first priority to stop to tell you about some stupid gossip River told me about our daughter sneaking drinks at a party and acting like a fool. Which, by the way, I haven't even had time to talk to HER about yet."
Carol stomped over to the bed. She started grabbing up the things that Daryl tossed across the quilt, stuffing them forcefully back into the open bag. A chunk of her hair fell forward into her eyes and Carol swiped it away behind her ear, trying to remember the last time she had a haircut. She'd gotten lazier about it over the years, since the fear of being grabbed or dragged by her hair if it got too long had long since vanished from her conscious thoughts. The only reason she still bothered with cutting it at all was because Daryl liked it short.
Carol swatted Daryl's hand away from her shoulder. He grabbed her more forcefully, pulling her around to face him before he released his grip on her arms. With the difference in height and weight between them, Carol couldn't move his bulk. But she tried, slamming her open palms against his chest to shove him back. Daryl caught her wrists in one hand, wrapping his other arm around her and holding her against his chest.
"Lemme go you asshole," she grumbled, not really trying too hard to wriggle out of his grasp. Daryl's body always radiated heat. But he was especially warm at the moment, his skin covered in a thin sheen of sweat and bits of grass. He crushed her against his bulk, his grip around her almost painfully tight. Carol stumbled back a step when Daryl suddenly released his hold on her. He dropped to his knees in front of her, pulling at the zippers on her boots so he could tug them off. Her socks went next, revealing the chipped red polish on her toes. Daryl pushed her shirt up, kissing and sucking on the skin above her hip as he unzipped her pants and tugged them down her legs. Carol felt the edge of the bed, bracing her palms against the mattress for balance. Daryl lifted her legs one at a time, pulling her pants and underwear all the way off before he tossed them aside. When he lifted her second leg, he held it there, tossing it over his shoulder as he buried his face between her thighs. Carol gasped when his tongue slipped between her folds, immediately finding the little bundle of nerves above her slit. She leaned back against the half packed bag on the bed, tangling her hands into his shaggy hair. Keeping up his assault on her clit, Daryl added his hand, running his fingers along the edge of her slick opening before shoving two of them inside her. She cried out as her insides began to convulse around his fingers, the spasms so intense she could feel even the muscles in her thighs quivering.
With the aftershocks of her first orgasm still rolling through her body, Daryl stood up and wiped his mouth off on the back of his hand. He must have used his other hand to unzip his pants while he was fingering her because his dick was already out. She was still at the overly sensitive stage that came directly after her first orgasm. When Daryl spread her thighs and shoved his hard length inside her, she cried out, feeling like she was about to be split nearly in two. Little black dots swam in front of her eyes and Carol had no choice but to squeeze her eyes shut and hold on. He pulled all the way out before slamming into her again, repeating this maneuver several more times because it was making her gasp and scream his name. Finally he pushed all the way in and stayed there, his balls resting against her parted cheeks.
"Ready?," he asked. Carol nodded, though she wasn't sure what she was ready for. He was already buried deep inside her, gripping her by the pale flesh of her thighs to keep her legs spread as wide as they would go. Her insides were stretched around his thick length.
Pulling back just slightly, Daryl began to fuck her as hard and as deep as he could. He lifted her legs, changing the angle so he could get his dick as deep inside her as it would go. He grunted in time with his violent thrusts, slamming into her over and over again. Her body felt like a tightly coiled spring. And she heard Daryl curse under his breath when she came for the second time, coating him in a rush of heat and fluid. He increased his speed, thrusting into her a few more times before he came with a loud satisfied groan. Daryl stayed inside her, enjoying the warmth until his dick went soft and slipped out of her on its own. Leaning back slightly, he kept her legs apart as he looked down at the pussy he'd just destroyed. Her neat pink folds were gaped slightly open, her insides not having had the chance to retract all the way back to normal yet. And his seed was slowly dripping out of her slit, running down between her parted cheeks to coat the tight little knot of her asshole.
"I like watching the cum drip out of you," he announced, tilting his head to get a better look between her legs.
"Oh my god," Carol huffed, yanking her leg from his grip so she could slam her thighs closed. "Don't be disgusting." Daryl's only response to her sudden prudishness was laughter. Carol didn't care if he licked her pussy clean but looking at it was suddenly unacceptable. But all her little quirks were just part of what made her the woman he loved. Daryl leaned down, giving her a lingering kiss before he stomped off downstairs in search of a snack. Carol groped for her underwear, pulling them up as she glanced around the room at the disaster mess Daryl left behind.
"I am not cleaning this up," she told herself.