Carolina in my mind
Chapter 40
Carolina pushed her sweaty hair back out of her face, huffing in frustration. Daryl was sitting on the other side of the small fire pit he dug in the dirt, poking at what remained of the hot embers with a stick. Despite her best efforts to change what she could, the prison still fell. People were scattered. And now, Carolina was desperate to rejoin the group before they ended up at Terminus like they did on the show. The problem was, tracking and hunting were not skills she possessed. And no matter how much she pleaded and begged, she couldn't seem to convince Daryl of the urgency of the situation. At this point, not only was he refusing to help her look for the rest of their friends, he wasn't even speaking to her.
"Fine," she finally huffed. "If you don't want to help, I'll do it myself." She knew she wouldn't be able to track people down like Daryl could. But if she could find the railroad tracks, she could follow them towards Terminus and hopefully stop the rest of their group from entering the place. At this point, anything was preferable to sitting in the dirt with an angry grunting redneck and fighting back the urge to punch him right in his sulking face.
Carolina rose to her feet, brushing the dirt off her pants. She adjusted her knife and took a sip of water from her canteen. Then she picked a random direction and stomped off, stepping over the string of tin cans that Daryl rigged up to warn them if walkers were approaching. Carolina made it a few yards away before she realized she wasn't alone. Daryl was following her. She slowed down, allowing him to take the lead. He still wasn't speaking to her. But at least he finally seemed to be taking some kind of action.
They walked for about a half hour. Carolina had a hard time telling which direction they were going in. But she hoped it was towards the prison. Some of their people might still be camping nearby the place. She didn't see the string of cans stretched between the trees until she tripped over it, falling face first into the dirt. Carolina pushed herself up, noticing with irritation that Daryl stepped over her instead of doing anything to help her. She spit out the dirt in her mouth and looked around, realizing that Daryl had led her around in a circle and brought her right back to their filthy campsite. He made a fucking fool out of her. And not only that. People were going to die because he decided to pick this moment to have his man period. Carolina instantly felt the rage simmering inside her. She lifted her shirt, wiping at the dirt on her face as she leaned across the small space towards Daryl.
"I fucking hate you!," she screamed. If that wasn't bad enough she spit at the ground near Daryl's feet and said the nastiest thing she could think of to say to him. "I wish Merle was here!," Carolina hollered, fighting back the tears that were welling up in her eyes.
Daryl climbed to his feet, kicking dirt at her before he leaned directly into her face.
"That makes two of us!," he screamed back. He kicked at the dirt again, splattering the front of her with it before he stomped off into the woods.
"Fuck you Daryl!," she screamed, waving her middle finger at him as he stormed off. Carolina was alone in the woods now. Which scared her a little. Especially since she didn't know where she was. But at least Daryl, the stupid pouting grunting asshole, was gone.
Carolina climbed to her feet. She stepped back over the string alarm, purposely heading in the opposite direction Daryl took. After wandering aimlessly for a few minutes, Carolina stopped. She tried her best to calm herself and get her bearings. She didn't know where she was. And she couldn't find her way through the woods. But if she could find a road, she could easily get herself back on track. From the road, she could find the tracks or head back towards the prison. She just needed a better vantage point so she could find her way out of the fucking woods. Carolina hadn't climbed a tree since before she grew boobs. But she found it wasn't as hard as she thought it would be. She moved slowly and carefully until she was high enough that she could see where she was. She couldn't see the prison. But she could see where the woods ended. She spotted the roof of a building. And that was enough for now. Anything besides more fucking trees was a welcome sight at this point. Carolina climbed down and headed towards the building. She had to climb one more tree to make sure she was going the right way. But after that, soon enough she was picking her way through the overgrown employee parking lot behind a small strip mall. Once she rounded the building, Carolina realized the small shopping plaza was familiar to her. She was the one that popped the door of the health food store open, back when she was there with Merle. Carolina wasn't sure where the prison was in relation to the plaza. But she did remember how to get somewhere else. The cabin. She all but forgot about the place until now. And it was full of food and supplies.
What would have been a fifteen minute drive was a much longer walk. But a few hours later, Carolina was washing off her sore and swollen feet in the shower. She scrubbed her hair, shampooing it twice before it finally lathered. Carolina stepped out of the shower, drying her hair off before she wrapped the damp towel around her body.
"Motherfuckit!," she yipped, her damp feet sliding against the floor as her body went rigid. "You fucking asshole!," she hollered.
Sitting at the small kitchen table was none other than the man she fled the campsite to avoid. Daryl had his feet propped up on the opposite chair, plucking jerky from a bag with his filthy unwashed fingers and causally gnawing on it. The floor hatch that led down into the storage area was hanging open, making it obvious that he'd already searched the place entirely before he sat down for a snack.
"Get the fuck out!," Carolina ordered, pointing towards the door. Daryl raised his brow at her, showing only slight interest in the half naked fit she was throwing. "This is my place," she added. "Leave!"
"This is Merle's place," Daryl countered. "Just 'cause he brought ya here ta fuck ya don't make it yers."
"You're right," Carolina spat. "I'm sure Merle wanted you to have this place. That's why he told you where it was." She paused, giving Daryl a pointed look. "Oh," she said, "...wait! He didn't tell you a fucking thing did he?"
Carolina turned on her heel, not bothering to wait for a response before she stomped into the bedroom and slammed the door shut behind her. She tucked her towel tighter around her body before she sunk down on the bed. Burying her face in her hands, she was unable to hold her tears back any longer. She was sore and tired and emotionally exhausted. Once her initial burst of emotion was finally spent, she pulled a tank top and a soft pair of shorts from the dresser. Carolina crawled under the covers, rolling on her side and tucking her knees up close to her chest. She didn't sob. But there were still fresh tears flowing from her eyes as she tugged the quilt tighter around her body.
Carolina wasn't really listening to what Daryl was doing in the next room. But when he finally eased the bedroom door open, his damp hair and the towel around his waist hinted that he'd showered after he got done stuffing his face. He crossed the small room, sitting down on the side of the bed that she was facing. Carolina thought about rolling the other way to avoid eye contact with him. But she was simply exhausted with their ongoing petty disagreement. When Daryl reached for her, resting his hand on her bare shoulder, she leaned into his touch.
"I'm sorry," she said, her throat raw and scratchy from all the crying she did.
"Me too," Daryl told her, his voice low and rumbling in his chest.
Carolina pushed the blankets down so she could sit up. She reached for Daryl, wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling him to her. Her breasts pressed against his chest through the thin fabric of her top.
"I'm glad you're here with me," she said, her breath ghosting over the sensitive skin behind his ear. "I didn't mean what I said before." She pressed her lips against the small sweet spot, sucking slightly before she began to kiss her way down his neck. She didn't get far before Daryl was shoving her roughly down onto the mattress. He tugged at the towel around his hips before he pushed her thighs open and began trying to settle himself between them.
"Hey," Carolina squeaked, stopping him by bracing her hands against his chest. "Slow down a little." If she was going to have makeup sex with Daryl, she'd like to actually be able to enjoy it. And Daryl was large enough that she needed to be warmed up a little or he was actually going to hurt her.
Knowing that Daryl would take any sign of resistance from her as a rejection, Carolina sat up quickly and pressed her lips against his. It took him a moment to relax into the kiss. But soon enough he was kissing her back. She guided him down on the bed next to her. By the time he broke the kiss, she was close to breathless.
"I can go slow if you want," he assured her. "Not like that one time." Carolina brushed a lock of hair out of his eyes, wondering with some amusement why Daryl suddenly sounded so confident about not blowing his load.
"How do you know you can?," she asked, a coy smile playing at the corners of her lips as she stared up at him.
"Cause I just wacked off in the shower," he announced.
"Daryl, ohmygod," Carolina squeaked out, unable to stop herself from dissolving into laughter. It's not that she didn't think guys did that to enhance their performance. She'd just never had one stop her stop mid-foreplay to tell her about it before. The more she thought about it, the harder she laughed. Her saving grace was that Daryl was chucking too as he shook his head at her.
"You're crazy," Carolina insisted as she tried to get control over her laughter. "I fuckin' love you, I swear."
Carolina gasped at her own words, suddenly not finding the situation so funny anymore. Her eyes flew open and she clamped her hand down over her own mouth to stop anything else from vomiting out of it. She'd never told a man she loved him in her entire life. She watched Daryl, scared of what his reaction might be to her sudden declaration of love. He stared at her for a moment like she'd grown a third eyeball in the middle of her head. And then he started laughing. At her.
Carolina heard him laugh before. But not like this. Usually he did a sort of low rumbling chuckle. This was full on laughter. The kind that made your eyes water. It was sort of amazing. And totally contagious. Carolina couldn't help but laugh at herself along with him.
"Okay," Carolina finally said, "...I'm done laughing I swear." Daryl shook his head like he didn't believe her.
"Yer never done," he teased, leaning in and pressing his lips against hers. Carolina kissed him back. But only for a moment before she pulled her head back and scrambled out of bed.
"I have an idea," she said as she scooted into the bathroom and grabbed the bottle of body oil she noticed in there earlier. She liked to rub it on her legs after she shaved them. But it also had other uses. "Lay down on your stomach," she said, gesturing for Daryl to follow her instructions. He stayed where he was, eyeing the bottle in her hands with a suspicious glance.
"What the hell do ya think yer doin' with that?," he asked. Carolina bit back a giggle, reminding herself that she was done laughing.
"I'm gonna rub your back with it," she said. "Come on," she huffed, pushing at him until he reluctantly moved into the position she suggested.
Carolina climbed onto the bed and straddled him, resting her knees on either side of his hips. She was still wearing her thin cotton shorts and tank. But Daryl was completely naked. She could feel the heat building between her legs just from the sight of him. His back was scarred, but that didn't detract from how muscular and strong he looked. Carolina popped the bottle open and poured some oil into her hands, rubbing them together to warm it up before she touched him. Daryl was stiff at first. But as she rubbed her hands over his back, she felt him slowly relax. And soon enough he was letting out soft moans of pleasure as she worked the kinks out of his stiff muscles.
"Roll over," she whispered, lifting up onto her knees so that she was no longer holding him in place with the weight of her body. Daryl shifted under her, rolling onto his back. When she lowered herself back down, she could feel how hard he was. She was sitting slightly in front of his dick, letting it press between her rounded cheeks. Carolina pulled her tank top off, tossing it away onto the floor. Then she leaned over, reaching for the bottle of oil.
"Lemme get a little of that," Daryl said, holding his own hand next to hers as she poured. She obliged him, her insides clenching deliciously as she thought about all the places on her body that she'd like for him to rub.
When Carolina rubbed her hands together to warm the oil, Daryl followed her example. And then he reached straight for her breasts. She was planning to massage his chest and the front of his shoulders. But instead she found herself rocking her hips and rubbing up and down the length of Daryl's arms as he massaged the thin layer of oil into her breasts. When he rolled her nipples between his thick fingers she almost came.
Carolina leaned down, pressing the weight of her naked breasts against his chest as she kissed him. She could feel Daryl shifting his hips under her. Only the thin cotton of her shorts was keeping him from thrusting inside. She moved, kissing down his neck and shifting her body slightly. Her intention was to slip out of her shorts. But when her lips reached his collarbone, she got another idea. Carolina kept going, kissing and licking a hot trail down the center of his chest and over his abs. She brushed her lips over the little trail of hair below his belly button. And then she wrapped her lips around his dick. She sunk down as far as she could, gagging herself with the broad flared head of his dick. Carolina held his dick there on purpose, letting the slightly uncomfortable sensation fill her mouth with saliva. When she pulled back, she spit all of it onto the head of his dick. Daryl groaned, his hips bucking slightly as he watched her spit drip down the shaft of his throbbing erection. Using her lips, she spread her spit until his dick was coated in it. And then she added her hand, following her mouth with it as she began to suck him off.
Despite his assurances that he was about to last forever, it didn't take long before Daryl was cursing and fisting at the blankets. Carolina let him thrust into the back of her throat a few times when she felt him coming undone. And she kept moving her mouth even after he filled it with his bitter essence.
Being the sexiest man on earth didn't make Daryl's load taste any better. And as this wasn't exactly her first rodeo, Carolina knew the fastest way to get rid of the taste was to swallow hard instead of looking for somewhere to spit the mess. Once she accomplished that unpleasant task, she flopped down on the bed next to Daryl. Her pussy was still throbbing uncomfortably. But that could wait long enough for her to enjoy how blissfully happy and relaxed he looked. Just when she thought it couldn't get any better, Daryl reached for her and pulled her close to him. He nuzzled his face into her hair, breathing in the smell of her.
"Is that how you did it?," Daryl asked, a hint of teasing amusement in his voice. "Is that how ya got muh brother ta follow you around like a whipped dog?"
Carolina let a slight giggle escape from her lips. She wasn't sure if talking about how she blew his brother was a conversation she wanted to have when she was naked in bed with Daryl. But the way he said it still cracked her up. All she did was suck him off. Something she was sure other girls had done before.
"Did it feel that good?," she asked, enjoying the feel of Daryl's strong arms around her. He hummed his affirmative response and pressed a kiss into her hair. They stayed locked together like that for a moment before Daryl spoke again.
"What about you?," he whispered. "I wanna make you feel good."
"Okay," Carolina quickly agreed, smiling as she rolled onto her back. Daryl propped himself up onto his elbow, looking down at her with a questioning glance.
"What'dya want me ta do to ya?," he asked, clearly hoping for her to offer him some direction. She flashed him a wicked grin.
"Bad things," she teased. Daryl grinned as he raised a brow at her. "Do anything you want," she added. "I'm game."
** For those wanting to know about the fall of the prison, I'm going to do a Michonne's pov chapter after the next one that will tell a little more about what happened.**