Carolina in my mind

Chapter 38

It took Carolina weeks before she figured out a plan to get rid of the piglets without being caught. She had already tried 'accidentally' leaving the gate to their pen open a few times in the hopes that they might run off and get themselves killed. But since the entire prison yard was also fully fenced, all the stupid things did was run around squealing until people managed to catch them. And then Rick got mad at her for leaving the pen open. Again. Carolina's new and not really much improved plan was to sneak out into the yard after dark and kill them. It made her nauseous just thinking about it. Especially when she thought about how cute and small and pink they were. But she knew if she didn't get rid of the pigs, they were going to get everyone sick. Lots of people would die. People that weren't just background characters to her anymore.

Her new plan had two parts. First, she had to wait for someone to be on guard duty that she knew did a shit job. Because if she snuck out there while Sasha or one of the other more observant watchguards was out, she was going to get her dumbass caught in the first ten seconds. Carolina decided her best option was to wait until it was Glenn and Maggie's turn on watch. Because when they were on watch, all they did was fuck in the guard tower. She didn't fault them for it. Her and Daryl did the exact same shit when they were on watch. But she also knew she would be able to walk through the yard without being seen while they were smashing one out.

The second part of her plan was the hard part. Carolina had to sneak out of their room without Daryl knowing. This was easier said than done. Daryl was a light sleeper. Sometimes it was hard to tell if he was asleep or not. And he insisted on sleeping between her and the door. So she had to literally climb over him to make her escape. She's already tried and failed at this part of her plan three times. Each and every time, Daryl woke up as she was sliding across his body. She pretended like she needed to pee. And then the fucker not only woke up, he got up and walked her down to the bathroom and back. She couldn't really be mad at him for it. Daryl was a sweetheart. But she was starting to think she was never going to be able to get this awful shit done.

A few times, Carolina considered just telling Daryl the truth. Not the whole truth, obviously. She didn't want to be locked in a padded cell. But she thought about telling him the same truth she told Merle. That she knew things there was no way she could know. It would make things easier for her if he knew her secret. But the truth was, she was afraid of his reaction. She was afraid he might not want to be with her anymore if he thought she was some kind of weirdo. And she didn't think she'd be able to deal with that. Because while this world might all be a crazy delusion, her feelings were real. Just the thought of him not wanting to be with her anymore was like a stab straight to the chest.

All this left Carolina with only one option. She was going to have to get Daryl drunk. Not like fun time we're playing poker for candy drunk. But like pass out and maybe piss your pants drunk. Drunk enough that she could climb over him, commit a brutal animal murder, and get back into bed without him knowing. This was going to be a challenge, mostly because he had a high tolerance. And because despite looking like he would, Daryl didn't often drink to the point where he couldn't control himself. But Carolina had a secret weapon. She had an expensive bottle of whiskey hidden away. Carolina hated to waste it as part of her plan. She'd been saving it for a special occasion. Or as a birthday gift if Daryl ever gave in to her pestering and told her when his birthday was.

Carolina pulled the whiskey out of the bin she kept her cosmetics and tampons in. She hid it there because it was the one place that she knew Daryl tended to steer clear of. With the whiskey in hand, she then pulled out an old vodka bottle she'd rinsed out and filled with water. She needed to get Daryl drunk, not herself.

Carolina felt slightly predatory as she filled the glass jar Daryl was drinking from over and over again as they sat at the table playing cards. She felt like a creep partly because she was only pretending to get drunk herself. And partly because she was definitely going to take Daryl's drunk ass back to their room and have her way with him before she carried out the rest of her plan. There was no sense in letting good whiskey go to complete waste. And it was pretty much guaranteed that Daryl would pass out immediately after he came. So that would help with the sneaking out after part.

"Yer cheatin'," Daryl accused, reaching for the playing cards in her hand. Carolina giggled, jerking the cards back out of his reach. To be fair, she was cheating. But he was also playing like shit. And the fact that Daryl wanted to fight over a drunken game of skip-bo made it even funnier.

"I'm not cheating," she teased. "You just suck ass!"

"Yer that one that's gonna be suckin' on somethin'," he informed her. "Right after I beat ya at this stupid ass game." Carolina laughed. She only had one card in her hand that she could play. So she tucked the rest under her butt and tossed it down on top of the pile.

"I win!," she announced.

Daryl snorted out his total lack of appreciation at her victory. He started to rise from his chair and tumbled into the table. Sitting back down, he gripped the table first and used it to propel himself onto his feet. He headed straight for her, pulling Carolina out of her own seat and jerking her around. She was wearing cut off denim shorts that left her long legs bare. And not only was there a pile of hidden cards on her chair, they were stuck to her thighs and the underside of her butt cheeks. She burst out laughing as Daryl swiped at the cards that were stuck to her, sending them flying.

"Yer the worst cheater," he accused. Once he swiped the last card off her, he swatted at her ass. She jumped, squealing at the sudden rough contact. It actually kind of stung a little. "That's what ya get," he informed her, looking pleased with her reaction.

"Yeah?," Carolina teased. "...well the joke's on you 'cause I was into that."

Carolina's comment was met with not just Daryl's laughter but some feminine laughter that sounded like it was coming from Tyreese's cell. And that made her laugh back. Michonne adamantly refused to move in with him or even admit they were having any sort of relationship. But Carolina noticed that didn't seem to stop the woman from spending time in Tyreese's room with the curtains closed.

"Hey Michonne!," Carolina hollered. "What're ya doing in there?"

"None of your business," Michonne hollered back. Carolina could hear Tyreese's low timbre laugh from behind the curtain as Daryl wrapped his arms around her and started walking her backwards towards their room.

She barely got the curtain shut before he tugged her shorts down. Her underwear went with them. And she kicked them away before she pulled Daryl down onto the bed with her. The way he was pawing at her, she was sure she'd succeeded in getting him drunk enough to pass out. And truthfully, she was rather enjoying his sloppy kisses and the rough drunken way he was groping her. Even when he wasn't drunk, he was a hundred times more relaxed with her now than he was when they first started sleeping together. But there was often still a hint of nervous hesitation to his movements. Like he was overthinking everything he did, afraid that she wouldn't like it or that he might not be able to please her. At the moment, there was none of that. The only thing he seemed to be worried about was getting the rest of her clothes off and exploring all the forbidden parts of her body.

Carolina helped him with her bra, not wanting the clasps to break. He tossed it away, pushing her down onto the mattress and burying his face in her cleavage. She twined her fingers into his hair as he licked and sucked at her breasts. Being completely naked while he was still fully clothed was its own turn on. She could feel the rough fabric of his jeans against the insides of her thighs. And when his lips closed down around her nipple, sucking harder than she usually would have liked, she arched her back and gasped. The heat was pooling between her legs and she was starting to rock her hips up, looking for some friction against her aching clit.

When he was done fondling and sucking at her breasts, Carolina expected Daryl to move back up her body. A low breathy moan slipped from her lips when she felt him going the other way. He pressed soft sloppy kisses down over her stomach until he reached the apex of her thighs. He'd explored her body before. But only with his fingers. He'd never put his mouth on her like this. But she was quick to spread her thighs wider, eager for whatever the hell he was about to do to her.

The technique wasn't there. He was just sort of putting his mouth and tongue everywhere. But since just having Daryl's head between her thighs was nearly enough to make her see stars on its own, Carolina really didn't mind that he was fumbling around a little. When he finally flicked his tongue across her clit she let out a loud moan and lifted her hips off the mattress a little. Her not so subtle hint helped. And a moment later he had her thighs pinned open as he licked and nibbled at her swollen bud. She reached behind her head, gripping the metal bars of the bed with her hands. Her body was drawn tight, like a coiled spring. And with the next pass of his tongue across her clit she came gasping his name.

Her inner walls were still shuddering when he pushed his pants open and entered her. She cried out, still sensitive from her orgasm and not ready for her insides to be forced open with such force. She reached for Daryl, holding him against her and digging her nails into his back. There was no build up. He pushed inside her and immediately began to pound into her, looking for his own drunken release. There was nothing she could do except hold on and wrap her long legs around him. Carolina wasn't expecting it when she came again, the waves of pleasure so intense they almost hurt.

"I'm coming," she gasped. She'd gotten used to announcing her orgasms. Daryl never really said so, but she could tell he liked the verbal reassurance that she was enjoying herself. Her announcement was followed by a few loud drunken moans from Daryl. And then she felt him spill over inside her.

He collapsed half on her and half on the bed, still fully dressed except for the spot where his pants were hanging open. And she knew he must be ready to pass out that way, because she felt him trying to maneuver across her so that he was sleeping closest to the door.

"Can I sleep over here?," she asked, moving away from the direction Daryl was tugging her. "Too much vodka. I've got the spins." Daryl's head immediately popped up. And as soon as he spoke, Carolina felt a thousand times worse for lying to him and pretending to be drunk.

"Are ya a'right?," he asked. "Ya need me ta get ya a bucket? Or some water?"

"I'm okay," she said. "I just wanna sleep over here in case I need to get up and run for the bathroom." Daryl nodded, settling back down into what was normally her spot on the bed.

"Is it okay if I hold ya?," he asked, rubbing his hand over her naked back. She hummed her approval of this, turning over so that she could rest her head on his chest.

Daryl mumbled a little, asking her a few more times if she was okay. But soon enough, he was snoring away with his head on her pillow. Carolina shook him slightly, testing to make sure he was really asleep.

"Daryl!," she hissed. "You want your dicked sucked?" Carolina giggled, knowing that if he didn't respond to that, he was definitely passed out cold. Just to be safe, Carolina slid very slowly out of bed, shoving a pillow next to Daryl and smiling down at him when he snuggled it against him. Then she poked around until she found her clothes and Daryl's large hunting knife. She crept silently through the darkened cell block. When Carolina stepped out into the courtyard, she thought she was home free. And then she heard a voice behind her.

"What are you doing?"

"Goddamnit Michonne," Carolina huffed, turning to face the woman. "You scared the fucking fuck out of me."

"What are you doing?," Michonne asked again. She sounded more concerned than suspicious. But that didn't stop Carolina from shifting her weight nervously from one foot to the other.

"Just getting some fresh air," she lied. Lying to Michonne felt even worse than lying to Daryl.

"Get serious Carolina," Michonne said. "...fresh air my ass. You're up to something." As evidence, Michonne held up her vodka bottle full of water. The glass shimmered in the moonlight. "Why the hell were you pretending to get drunk?"

"How do you know I was pretending?," Carolina asked, narrowing her eyes at the woman.

"Because after you went to bed drunk I snatched up your vodka. And it's not vodka. It's water. What the hell is going on? Are you running away from Daryl? Did he do something to you? Are you okay?"

"Daryl didn't do anything to me," Carolina said, quick to defend the man. He'd never been anything but gentle to her. Even when she knew she was being annoying he didn't seem to mind. "He's great. This has nothing to do with him. Just go back to bed and pretend you never saw me come out here," Carolina suggested.

Michonne crossed her arms and started tapping her foot, making it clear she was absolutely not going anywhere without a proper explanation. Carolina sighed, dragging her hands through her blonde hair.

"Would you believe me if I told you something crazy?," Carolina asked.

"You tell me crazy shit all the time," Michonne countered with a soft chuckle. She uncrossed her arm and stepped closer, catching one of Carolina's hands in hers. "Tell me," she coaxed. Carolina took a deep breath.

"A few days before Merle found you and Andrea, I woke up in his bed with absolutely no memory of how I got there. I'd never seen him before." Carolina paused watching Michonne to gauge the woman's reaction. She nodded to indicate that she believed that much of the story at least, and encouraged Carolina to continue. "I had no memory of the outbreak or how I got to Woodbury. The last thing I remembered was falling asleep on my couch at my old apartment in Virginia." Carolina took another breath, readying herself for what she was about to say. "Instead of knowing the things I should know, I woke up knowing other things. I knew your name before I met you. I knew where Daryl was and what he looked like. I knew the governor was a creep. And I knew what Tara's apartment building looked like and that it was near a nursing home. It was never a Woodbury fall back location. I made that up. I knew that helicopter was on the roof of the Big Spot." Carolina felt a lump rising in her throat. She swallowed hard, her throat bobbing with the effort. "I knew Merle was going to die. I thought I could save him, but I couldn't." Carolina wiped at her eyes, leaning into Michonne when the woman wrapped an arm around her shoulders.

"What are you doing out here now?," Michonne asked, gently prodding.

"Killing those pigs Rick found in the woods," Carolina admitted. "Soon there's going to be walkers at the fences bleeding from their eyes because they died from some sort of swine flu. They're going to pass the sickness to the pigs. The pigs will pass it to us. And then a lot of people here are going to die."

"Are you sure?," Michonne asked. "Those pigs are going to feed us for the winter. We need them." Carolina nodded. She understood Michonne's hesitation. They did need the pigs to survive the winter. If they made it to the winter without the governor coming back. Which was a possibility but not a certainty. Either way the pigs had to go. Now.

"I'm sure," Carolina said. She lifted her hand, placing it over Michonne's before she spoke again. "Those pet walkers you had with you. They weren't just walkers. One of them was your boyfriend. You chained him up and kept him alive as punishment for what he did. Because he got Andre killed."

Michonne pulled Carolina's hand away and stepped back. Her lips were slightly parted and she was breathing hard and fast. Carolina knew the woman had to be adding things up in her head. There was no way Carolina could know about her son. She never even told Andrea about the boy. She tried not to even think about him herself. It hurt too much. The only way Carolina could know Andre is if what she was saying was true.

"I'm sorry that happened to you," Carolina said, wiping more tears from her eyes.

"You're sure about the pigs?," Michonne asked again, this time sounding much less skeptical than she had a moment before. Carolina nodded. She was sure. Michonne took a deep breath, her expression going from sad to intense and determined.

"Wait here for me," Michonne instructed, turning and taking a step back towards the building. "I'm gonna go get my sword."