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"Stupid bitch."

Daryl's eyes widened when Carol's eyes blazed at his muttered words. She stormed towards from across the barn. He barely dodged the tack she slung at him by stepping into the barn stall. He wasn't surprised to see a flash of raw emotion. She was hurting, a lot. He seen of a lot of himself in the woman and this wasn't surprising because he reacted with anger when confronted with any other emotion. It was easier than hurting.

She didn't stop though. She burst right into that stall and shoved him. He stumbled back and hit hard against the barn ball. The rough wood grating against his bare arms and he grunted from the impact. Carol's eyes were wild and her chest heaving. Her shirt stretching tight against her breast as her face flushed beautifully.

Her lips were on his fierce and demanding as she shoved him down into the hay. Shirt buttons flying wild as she tore at his clothes. His belt following closely behind as and his jeans jerked down hastily as she pawed at him. Her own shirt discarded and pants lost somewhere. He sucked in a sharp breath as she gripped his cock without warning.

"You're an asshole, Daryl Dixon." Carol snapped.

Her hand stroking down his cock as she hovered over him. He was watching with avid interest as she drug his cock through her soaking lips. Watched as her lips parted and she moaned, before lowering herself down his length. Planting his feet and his hands gripping her thighs hard enough to bruise. Her hips rolled and her breast heaved. His teeth grit as she set a pace and he bucked his hips to meet her and not embarrass himself but she felt like heaven.

"Are you listening to me?"

Daryl looked up meeting her eyes but his own quickly fell to following the fluid motion of her body. The sensual way she moved, the way a bead of sweat was sliding down her throat and over the curve of her breast. The way her eyes shined with more emotion than he'd ever seen. And she was looking at him. No one else, just him. It was like a drug.

"Daryl!" Carol hissed.

He groaned and thrust his hips roughly as she planted her hands on his chest and snapped her hips into his own roughly. His head lolled back as his heart thundered. Carol having taken complete control from him. He bit his lip bloody and groaned loudly as he felt her climax hit her and tear his own from him. His hand sliding from her breast up around her neck and pulling her down to him, their lips crashing again.

"Daryl."

He looked up meeting her eyes again and licked his lip. The taste of blood there making his nostrils flare. Carol was glaring at him fiercely and his head hurt where she'd shoved him into the barn wall. He was a horrible man for the thoughts going through his head. He couldn't get the imagine of her moaning his name and riding him from his mind. If he met her eyes she was going to know exactly what he'd been sitting her dazed out fantasizing about... He was turning into his brother.