Daryl was already grumbling before they left the room. "This is gonna fucking suck."

"Maybe it won't be that bad," Carol replied. But she was pretty sure he was right. The room went silent when they entered and she felt her face turn red. Not much bothered her anymore, but there was something rather mortifying about walking into a room of close friends who all know you'd just been fucking upstairs.

She hadn't even noticed Daryl had his crossbow until he waved it. "First one that says a damn thing is getting a bolt in the ass." He glared at every person in the room and then went to his usual spot to brood. Carol fought off a smile as she took a seat beside Michonne. She felt the other woman squeeze her hand and give her a little nudge. Carol squeezed back and gave Michonne a quick smile. That was all she was going to get away with right then, but Carol knew she would eventually have a conversation with not only Michonne, but the other ladies as well. It was actually something she was looking forward to since they had become like sisters.

The meeting didn't take long. Deanna had done some reorganizing of the living arrangements of the original Alexandrians and there would be a house open in a few days. They needed to decide who would stay in the current house and who would move to the new place. Within a few minutes they had it sorted out and people slowly started to head to their rooms.

Just before her and Daryl entered Carol's bedroom Abe stepped out into the hall. "Hey Dixon, keep it down, 'kay. Some of us gotta be up early." He ducked quickly back into the room. Carol gasped, and watched wide eyed as Daryl lifted the crossbow and shot. The bolt slammed into the doorframe with a thunk.

"Daryl," she hissed. "What are you doing?" She calmed a bit when she heard Abe's booming laughter behind the door.

"Relax. I'll fix it tomorrow." He walked over and tugged and twisted until the bolt came out.

Carol crossed her arms. "I was more worried about you killing Abraham."

"If I wanted to hit him I would have." Daryl said loudly. "He knows that."

Carol rolled her eyes and headed into the bedroom. "Testosterone," she muttered. By the time she turned around Daryl had shut the door and was already removing his clothing. "You still think you're getting lucky after that temper tantrum?"

Daryl pulled off his shirt and kicked his pants aside. He walked over to her in his underwear. "Haven't you ever had a fantasy about having a fight that turns into dirty hot sex?"

Carol considered it for a moment. "Say you're sorry."

"What? Why?" Daryl asked.

"Just do it," she insisted.

He gave her his most innocent look. "I'm sorry for being an ass."

A really good fantasy she'd had was coming to mind. Make up sex with him caving to her every whim and Carol calling all the shots. "Good, now you're going to show me just how sorry you are by doing everything I tell you to do." Daryl nodded eagerly. "Go climb in bed and get some sleep." He looked like someone had just popped his shiny red balloon and Carol started laughing. "I'm kidding." He scowled at her. "I think I need out of these clothes again."

She stood still while he circled her body and slowly started to remove her clothes. With each article of clothing that he dropped to the floor she could feel her body becoming more aroused. By the time he undid her bra and dropped it to the floor her nipples were stiff. Daryl moved to the front and went to reach for her panties to finish his first task. "Nope," she stopped him. "Yours first." Daryl shrugged and shoved his underwear to the floor and then kicked them away. His dick was enlarged, starting to get stiff and Carol let her eyes linger on it for a few minutes. Then she nodded, indicating he could remove her panties.

"Now - touch me," Carol said seductively, as she reached for her own breasts and squeezed them gently. "Touch me all over." He did exactly as he was told, rubbing his strong hands over almost every part of her. She loved the way he gripped her ass and the light massage he gave when he touched her shoulders. The only area he hadn't touched was between her legs and she was wet with yearning. "Make me cum," Carol breathed. "With only your touch."

Still behind her Daryl slipped a hand slowly down the front of her body, while at the same time pressing his now full erection against her ass and rubbing lightly. Carol realized she could see their reflection in the dresser mirror and she watched his face while he worked. Daryl hooked an arm under one of her legs and lifted it, spreading her open to give his other hand better access.

Carol sucked in a breath when his fingers made contact with her wet pussy. At the same time Daryl moaned and sunk his fingers in deep, curving them upwards naturally. With only one foot on the ground she was relying on him to hold her her up, especially when her knees went weak the more aroused she became. He played with her pussy, exploring both the inside and the delicate folds around her opening. It felt so good as he spread her natural, sticky moisture all around, making her even more wet in the process.

Carol leaned back against his chest, giving him even better access. Daryl worked in and out of her, finger fucking her pussy until she was panting in his arms. When he had her so turned on she was squirming against him he withdrew his fingers and moved them to her clit, drawing lubrication from inside her and rubbing slow, slippery circles. "Ohhhh," she moaned. The desire to have an orgasm was the only thing she could think of. He started to move faster, rubbing her nub with a little more speed and pressure. "Yes," Carol gasped. He moved even faster and she knew she was close. When the orgasm hit her she grabbed his hand to stop him from touching her, linking their fingers - squeezing as she enjoyed the most exquisite form of pleasure.

He held her until she gathered herself and opened her eyes, then gently let her other foot drop to the ground. His face was so handsome, with that slight shyness, perhaps even a bit of insecurity but mixed with a erotic, lustful edge.

"Fuck me Daryl," she said turning briefly to face him. It was somewhere between begging and a demand. "Right here, in front of this mirror." Carol turned and stepped forward. She leaned her elbows on the dresser and met his eyes once again in the reflection as he put his hands on her hips and squeezed. He started to line up and Carol surprised herself, veering from the way it had gone in her fantasy. "In the ass." He froze and looked shocked. "You heard me. Now do it."

"Are you sure?" he asked.

Carol gave him a warning look and spoke dominantly. "Don't question me. Do as you're told." She was so turned on with just the thought of doing such a dirty, somewhat taboo sexual act. There was a frantic, crazed burning feeling taking over her core. She could feel the tip of his dick in the crack of her ass and then a bit of pressure. She took a deep breath and tried to relax. The feeling as he entered her was so foreign, but it was so vigorously stimulating she wanted to scream. The only thing that kept her quiet was the realization that the house was full of people.

Daryl's concern was so endearing. "Are you okay?" he asked as he very slowly eased into her. After a certain point it got easier. It didn't really hurt in a painful sense - it was an extremely pleasurable stretching feeling.

She met his eye in the mirror and nodded. She couldn't find her voice to speak, but her eyes told him how much she was enjoying it. Once he was fully in Daryl paused to sensually kiss her neck. Carol wasn't sure if it was her benefit or his own, but she didn't push him. Her dominance was over - this was his show now and he knew it.

He started to fuck her slowly and so delicately. Carol honestly hadn't imagined that 'tender' could be an adjective to describe anal sex, but what he was doing was just that - tender. She couldn't help but wonder if he'd ever done it before. The way he was so careful and meticulous, and full of concern for her made her think he had. But there was this look on his face, a level of bliss, wonderment even, that gave her the sense it might be new for him too. Either way, it was very clear they were both enjoying it equally. Watching each other in the mirror took the arousal to another level.

Carol felt a familiar build swirling inside her. She was shocked by the intensity of it and the realization that she was going to have an orgasm. She actually hadn't realized she could cum from anal. Her eyes were wild and Daryl started to look nervous. "Don't stop," she moaned, letting him know she was just fine. He moved a little faster and Carol gasped, fighting to control the other feral sounds of desire that were trying to escape her throat.

"You feel so good," Daryl groaned, his voice dripping with carnal hunger.

"I'm - gonna - cum -" Carol got out in stilted words, between rapid, panting breaths. The last thing she saw was his face - his perfect handsome face, one eye covered with long wisps of dark hair, the other dark blue, pooled with lust. Carol had no idea whether she closed her eyes or if it all just went black as her body exploded with intense, furious bliss. The orgasm was far stronger than the one she'd had only a few minutes earlier. It was more intense than any she could remember coming before - ever. Perhaps it was because there had been no man before Daryl she had loved so deeply and passionately.

It had taken her far too long to realize that he was the one. Their sex life was going to be incredible - the night they'd had so far provided evidence of that. But beyond that - they were connected so deeply. Their love was rooted in friendship that stemmed from a mutual respect and understanding. Maybe the lust had always been there and it just took them this long to give in, but Carol knew that she'd loved him far longer than she'd realized.

They were lying in bed together afterwards and Carol watched him fade off to sleep in a matter of seconds. Aw, my baby is wore out, she thought with a smile. She kissed his forehead like she'd done so many times before. This time it was a possessive kiss. He was hers and she was his - forever.

Carol finally laid down and closed her eyes. Before she went to sleep she made a plan for the next day. Daryl might have been pissed off at Abraham but Carol knew he was a big part of getting two stubborn fools to see the light. Whiskey and M&Ms might not go great together, but Carol had no doubt Abe would be extremely thankful for both when she snuck them from the pantry. And maybe a Hershey bar for Eugene, she added, knowing his big mouth was also a key factor. Carol fell asleep very thankful. Thankful for the man sleeping beside her and for a wonderful group of people she called - family.

THE END