AN: second part .. Let me know what you think:)

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It's ok." She smiled embracing Maggie who was smiling. "I'm exhausted and starving and dirty. Let me eat and get a shower..you can let the others know that rumors of my death have been greatly exaggerated."

"Oh god Daryl." Maggie muttered looking at Glenn.

"What about him?" Carol said suddenly worried.

Maggie turned to Glenn "Go stop him...RUN." She said

Carol was confused as Glenn bolted down the street running.

"What's wrong?" Carol said again.

Maggie bit her lip, wrapping her arm around Carol as they walked into the house. "He's been...distraught." She said.

Carol nodded, she was sure after their fight he was blaming himself, taking on the blame. Like he had with Sophia, with Beth. Maggie grabbed her hand and spoke.

"No Carol you don't understand..I've never seen him like this...he sobbed when we told him, he's been taking..panic attacks...he..."

"HOLY SHIT!"

They were interrupted by Carl, who suddenly slammed into her, in a hug. She smiled hugging Carl as an incredulous Rosita and Sasha came in the room. Panic attacks, she thought that definetly did not sound like Daryl. She sighed it was time they talked.

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"Rick... This ain't fucking funny. Let me go."

Daryl pulled on his hand, currently handcuffed to a massive toolbox in Aaron's garage. Fucking Rick going in for a hug when he was getting ready to leave and then pulling a bait and switch. He had to get out, he had to get out of there... She was everywhere. He could feel her, he needed to breath.

"I'm sorry...you ain't leaving..not like this." Rick said sitting on a work bench in the garage "When you agree to stay...I'll let you go."

He reached out to try and surprise Rick who was sitting with the key in his hand, Rick let out an ooff, as Daryl punched him in the shoulder.

Daryl watched as Rick dropped the key, and it skidded across the floor, slipping into a drainage vent on the floor.

"You have got to be shitting me." Daryl muttered

"Huh...what were the odds of that?" Rick muttered as Glenn came barreling in the room. He paused, tacking in the scene, glancing at Daryl in concern motioning Rick over to him.

He watched Rick lean over so Glenn could whisper something and the shock that passed Rick's face with a sigh. What the fuck was going on now?

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The hot water was working. Carol groaned as she stepped into the shower. She wasn't used to being this dirty, it was funny, how quickly she had gotten used to being clean. A nice side benefit to her undercover situation.

She'd had a reunion with most of the group but Daryl, her stomach clenched in nervousness at the thought. They needed to talk. Everything was almost out in the open. She might as well go all in.

"You can't go in there Daryl she's in the shower!"

Carol turned as the commotion outside the door caught her attention.

"You gonna handcuff me?" Daryl snarled as the door opened. She grabbed a towel quickly wrapping it around her body, stepping out of the shower.

He looked horrible. His eyes were dark with almost bruising below them. His hair plastered to his head and he looked as though he'd lost five pounds in two days. A pair of handcuffs dangled from his wrists, and his chest was heaving as he walked forward. He was in front of her when he bent at the waist seeming to draw mouthfuls of air, before he fell to his knees.

"Daryl" she said softly when she realized he was crying.

His face was pressed to her belly as his shoulders shook.

He stood after a moment his face intense. His eyes giving her a steely look, as he shrugged off his vest and started to unbutton his shirt.

"what are you doing?" She asked a little breathless as his shirt was thrown off.

"Umm Daryl.." They both turned to the closed door as Rick spoke on the other side. "Here" Rick said as a key slid under the door "We're all gonna go do...stuff, ...and thangs. ."

Daryl walked over and grabbed the key "Rick handcuffed me to a tool bench handle to stop me from leaving...when they told me you were alive ...I ripped the handle off the door." His voice was soft. Hypnotic as he unhooked the handcuff and threw it to the ground.

He turned back to her as he started working on his buckle his hands were shaking.

"Daryl ...we should talk" she said.

He shook his head no "We talked too much already...damnit." He huffed as his shaky hands fumbled with his belt. "I'm trying to take a shower" he whispered, his voice breaking. "Just like you said."

She nodded and walked over to him, putting her hand over his. Her fingers slowly opening his belt buckle. His breath came out in soft gasps.

"We need to talk" she said

"What do we gotta say other than I'm an idiot...Please." He whispered closing his eyes.

She nodded stepping back and let her towel drop to her feet, pooling on the floor. "Ok"

He opened his eyes stepping forward with a groan. His hand coming out to touch her skin, still shaking. She smiled and took his palm, flattening it above her heart.

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Her heart was pounding under his hand. He could feel it pounding below his hand. This wasn't a dream.

"I'm gonna fuck up." He whispered hoarsely "but I know you..I know you better than anyone...I know you...I'm so sorry"

She smiled at him that sweet smile. The sparkle in her eyes, it was back. She took his hand and pulled him into the shower throwing a grin over her shoulder that was as sexy as fuck.

"I did say I would hose you down." She said with a wink.

Whatever blood wasn't already in his dick went shooting downward. As he started to drip. He couldn't wait anymore as he pushed her up against the wall if the stall.

"Be gentle" she whispered showing him the gash on her leg Maggie had stitched. He hissed.

"I'm gonna kill that fuck Nicholas, and ..." He trailed off when she kissed him.

The water sprayed down on his back it was lukewarm at best but he didn't care. He ran warm and his blood was so hot right now it was keeping him in control.

Their lips met in a frantic pace, her tongue sweeping into his mouth. He brought his mouth down to her neck and she panted. "No...leave him be, he's drowning in his secrets. Their's nothing left, our secrets are gone." She said as his fingers slid down her back palming her ass.

"I love ya, you know that right? " he said into her neck.

"Yeah" she sighed "now Daryl..I can't wait any longer."

He grabbed the thigh of her injured leg. Supporting it for her as he lined himself up with her entrance. He pushed in slowly feeling walls pulsing around him. She was so tight as she moaned and he sunk into her. He wanted to be slow, to make it sweet but suddenly he couldn't.

He was frantic. The time he thought she was dead, echoed in his mind as he pushed in and out of her tight wet heat. It seemed like every part of her was squeezing him inside, and he couldn't stop. He wanted it to last, he tried to restrain himself when she turned off the water. She pushed him back with a smile and he slid out of her with a whimper. Backing out of the shower she turned and bent herself over the vanity counter, looking at him over her shoulder.

He grasped her hips, and slid I to her, the new angle taking him deeper than before. He could see her in the mirror and the way her head, rolled back in ecstasy has he thrust into her. Her hooded eyes watched him in the mirror as well, as she pushed back into him. Urging him on.

"Daryl.." She said her voice a husky whisper. "Please...I love you too...but please.."

She needed it hard to. He understood in an instant. Two years of tension. He was like a powder keg ready to explode. He imagined she was too.

She leaned her cheek down, on the counter, one of her hands reaching down to finger her clit.

"Is this what you need?" He asked as he squeezed her hips harder to give himself purchase. He slammed into her, and heard her yell his name. Her fingers clenched reflexively and she nodded.

He couldn't keep this up for long, he thought as he pounded into her. She was so tight and hot. Every inch of her seemed to be milking him inside.

"Oh God, oh god" she moaned.

There was no secrets, nothing. Everything was out in the open now and he didn't know about her but he felt free. It was intoxicating. He'd never get enough of her, of this feeling. He'd been dead inside, and was given a second chance. She would never regret this he vowed. He would spend every day being grateful for this chance.

He felt her, getting tighter, his dick surged inside of her. "Baby" he muttered and then descended into none sense ramblings and cursing and she threw her head back and screamed.

He let go. Maybe for the first time in his life. Surrendered control. He was surging into her, as she spasmed around him bringing on his own orgasm. A hoarse growl ripping from his throat .

No more secrets, they were free.