So I really haven't thought about this story since I stopped posting on it. I was done with it. I felt it was in a good spot to walk away but here we are. I was asked to update it by our sweet little cinnamon roll SophiaCharlotte who is too precious for this world. Well upon her request I got an idea...what if we had a time jump into season four. What if- And here is where I leave you.

I hope your happy with this SophiaCharlotte. I know you didn't ask for anything specific beyond me just writing for this but all the same. :D

Carol gasped as his fingers plunged deeper into her. Between Merle's exploring hands and Daryl's mouth she felt like her world was coming undone. Both were near frantic on her and she could do nothing more than lay there as they devoured her.

Blue eyes appeared above her, his lips glistening with her and she felt her body heat further. Daryl smiled at her, relief shown in his eyes so bright that her own eyes warmed with tears. She didn't try to swipe them away. She didn't hide them because they'd been just as distraught over her being kicked out.

Carol didn't need to ask what happened when Rick broke the news. She seen his face. One of them had hit him and it'd been enough that his eyebrow was split wide open and his eye was deeply bruised. He didn't get a chance to speak to her with the rate in which Daryl had carted her through there. He was damn near snapping his teeth like a feral dog at Rick.

His lips skated over her jaw, "Stop." His voice was soft against her ear, "If you want to leave, if you don't want to be here anymore- whatever you decide Carol we're with you."

A second set of lips moved up her throat and her thigh was pushed higher. It draped over Merle's shoulder and Daryl's hand slid down the other and then straight to her center. His rough fingers sinking into her. Daryl's thumb pressed into her clit, his motions in sync with their mouths.

"You'll always have us." Merle growled into her throat.

Carol panted feeling pressure on her stomach. Merle's hand was pressing down over her lower belly and Daryl was pushing her thigh up his body. They were spreading her more and more.

"Please...please..." Carol begged. Her tears rolled down her temples and Merle's tongue slid over her pulse.

"Shhh, we got you."

Carol wasn't even sure which one of them said it. It was one of the best things she'd heard in forever.

"We love you." Daryl nipped at her ribs. His head was going lower, "We'll always love you."

There was a shifting and then she felt his tongue slide against her lips. Daryl's groan vibrated against her and his forehead landed on her. He was breathing raised up slightly looking down her body at him. Merle gripped her hair suddenly and turned her head to him, his mouth slammed into hers. She moaned and jerked when Daryl's fingers sunk into her again and his mouth went to work. He was on her like a man starved.

Merle pinched her nipples- keeping her balanced right there. His mouth closed around one and Daryl groaned against her again. She felt her body flood with want for them and she needed more. Carol spread her legs even more and Daryl looked up at her before he was crawling to her. His tongue dipped out tracing her nipple that Merle had abandoned in favor of her other. The sight of both of them on her breast was wrecking her.

"I nee...I..I." Carol's eyes watered and she met their eyes.

Daryl kissed her roughly and lifted her before pulling her up into his lap. Carol almost sobbed in relief feeling his erection brushed her pussy. His hand slide over her rib cage, Merle's hands slid down the backs of her thighs edging her moreover Daryl. Carol arched her ass pressing it into Merle's hands. She loved them. She wanted them both and wouldn't be refused. She needed it.

Merle kissed her shoulder and his hand smoothed over a bruise on her back. She knew what he was saying. They wanted to be easy on her. She didn't want easy. She wanted her Dixons.

"Kiss it." Carol purred. Merle's lip skated down her back towards the bruise, "It'll make it better."

His tongue traced it and Daryl's traced her collar bones. He was breathing against her throat. She felt his hand between them. His fingers would sink into her, pumping and then she would feel him wrap his hand around his cock. Each stroke had his fisted hand coming into contact with her and Carol rocked her hips into it. Daryl was looking up at her, his eyes wide and clear. Nothing hidden from her and the amount of emotion was enough to have her breath hitching.

His hand closed around her hip and he pulled her down some. His hand slapped up against her suddenly. It should have stung. It shouldn't have made her want him more but each time his hand came into contact with her pussy she felt like she was going to fall apart right there, she was so close. His cock pulled through her lips and he groaned.

"Your drenched."

Carol nodded eagerly. When his cock centered on her she didn't waste time and let her weight drop. She took him fully in one go. He fell back against the wall. His chest heaved, his jaw clenched, and his eyes slammed shut. Carol swiveled her hips grinding down into his groin. His breath whistled out of his chest and his eyes opened. The blue bled away leaving the animal she loved in him. Merle's hands were on her hips and he pushed her deeper into Daryl. His strength and Daryl's hips bucking up into her made her throat constrict around a scream.

Merle's hand slid around her and he kept her steady. Daryl's hands were running up her thighs and she smiled. They were letting her take what she wanted at her pace. Carol leaned forward her mouth crashing into Daryl's. Her hands in his hair jerked him forward. A hiss escaped his mouth at the shock of pain and she smiled against her lips. The kiss was heady and left him panting his stomach constricting as he tried to keep control. She could feel him swelling more inside her and moaned her hands cupping her own breast.

Daryl gripped her hips and met Merle's eyes. Before she could roll her hips again against him she felt her thighs lift and her body spun on Daryl. Her back was to him and Merle pushed her back against Daryl's chest. His hands took control of her legs and he pushed them up and wide. His eyes were all over her. His cock was swinging hard between his legs and Carol's mouth watered.

Daryl brought his hands down wrapping around her thighs. His arms pulled up tighter and then his hands met suddenly on the back of her neck. Carol did scream then when his rhythm picked up. Merle groaned his eyes locked on her.

"Har-HARDER!" Carol demanded. She wasn't able to move. She was forced to feel every deep, hard motion of his cock hitting her cervix. "Harder Daryl!"

He groaned against her shoulder and obliged her. Her eyes locked onto Merle's hand around his cock. He was moving in time with Daryl's thrust. His eyes watching her breast and then dipping down to her pussy. He was breathing heavier and heavier. She smiled watching him. He'd been right on edge before Daryl had flipped her on her back earlier. It took her mouth from Merle's cock and left him right on edge.

His eyes met hers and she watched as his body pulled tight. Muscles locking up and his seed spilling from him. He kept up his motions until he grimaced. Daryl thrust harder and faster, pulling her thighs tighter and locking her against him even more.

"Fuck, fuck fuckfuckfuckfuck." He chanted into the nape of her neck, "So fucking tight."

Carol couldn't focus with the sparks flying in her eyes and the fire roaring in her blood. She was done. She felt an overwhelming pressure and opened her eyes. Merle was there. His hand pressing against her stomach again making Daryl's already powerful thrust feeling devastating in delivery. His fingers on her clit ripped her orgasm from her and she screamed. Her voice broke and shook dying completely even though she still screamed. Her thighs tried to slam closed over the intense feeling. It was to no avail because the second she started falling apart speared on Daryl's cock he was there with her. She could feel each jerk of his cock as he pistoned into her and she sobbed in relief.

Merle eased her legs down. He was kneading the muscles and Carol didn't even try to move. She didn't want to. She was still in Daryl's lap, he was still buried in her. She could feel each after shock rock through him and each one triggered one of her own. Merle moved to her leg and started on the muscles there. Carol smiled sleepily watching him.

She didn't know how long she'd dozed off. When she woke up she was cleaned up and dressed in one of their shirts and boxers. They were leaned in together talking. Both looked mad. She kept still and watched. She knew that they'd never trust Rick again. How he could do what he done she didn't understand. She done everything she could for these people and his kids. Rick was a mystery to her. Even if he didn't respect her- he should have known how Merle and Daryl would react. He was a fool to think they wouldn't come for her.

When they showed up she'd never been happier. She'd been out there for a week. Merle and Daryl both gone on a run. She knew that it'd be awhile because it was further than usual. The second they got back though and found out they didn't hesitate to come for her. It was almost too late though and they'd seen her go down hard. It's how she bruised her back. She'd fell hard into the bumper of a truck as a walker caught her unaware.

Daryl had ripped it away from her like an avenging angel. He was all fury and tattered wings as he killed everything around her. Merle was there. He was no angel though. He was the dark side of his sweet brother. He was the shadow that loomed. She was on her feet then though both checking her over. The relief in their eyes had broke her. She sobbed against their chest and they got her back to the truck.

She talked while they got back to the prison. Both men stood with her. Merle told her he wouldn't have even bothered waiting till they got so bad. He would have just killed them the second they wanted to cough on him. He wanted to leave. Daryl wanted to do what she wanted.

Both eyes turned to her and Carol smiled sleepily. She stretched and groaned, both men gave her devious smirks. They'd kept her up almost all night. Apologizing for not being there in their own way. There was no need but she'd gladly accept each stroking apology.

"I planned it." Merle smiled. Carol sighed and he glared. "One day you'll wanna leave here and we'll be ready."

Daryl stood and helped her set up. He slid her shirt up and regarded her back. "Want something for it?"

Carol shook her head and yawned. "What time is it?"

"Still night. We just got back from watch."

"Then lay with me."

Both men started working weapons off themselves. She watched drowsily. Despite Rick's bold move she still had them. They were in the bed with her then both cradling her like she was something precious to be guarded. She could take care of herself but it felt amazing to have this. TO have them.

"Can we kill him?" Merle questioned. Daryl grunted and Carol smiled.

"No."

"Not yet." Merle corrected.

Carol looked at him in the darkened room, "You need to let this go. I'm back."

Merle gave her a scolding look. He would never let this go. Daryl seethed quietly and she knew that he'd end up being the one to have words with Rick. Merle would just hit him or shoot him. She'd leave it to Daryl. She personally didn't want to speak to Rick. Let him work with his peas.

Daryl's fingers traced every inch of her body he could reach. He was keyed up but she could see the fatigue in him. He hadn't been sleeping. Carol rubbed his jaw and he met her eyes. His forehead leaned against hers and their breath mixed. He leaned in his lips barely brushing hers. She felt Merle's breathing deepen behind her in sleep and leaned more into Daryl.

"You never leave those fences without us, without me." He pleaded. "I can't make it without you, I don't want to."

Carol felt her eyes water and he kissed her again, "I love you."

"I love you too." His voice was soft. "You should have knocked his fucking head off for that shit. You should have came right the fuck back here. He don't run this place Carol. He lost the right to make decisions like that when he turned into fucking little house on the prairie out there!"

Carol snorted and he smiled, "I know."

"We'll be fine."

"Go to sleep you fucking chatty cathys." Merle grumbled.

Daryl kissed her again but let his body relax against her fully. She wrapped him tightly in her arms and feathered her fingers over years of pain scarred into him. Years of neglect and abandonment. She'd never leave him, never leave them. They were a family. Whatever came next- they done together.