How did she even get here? This was not what she had in mind when she dragged Daryl to one of the vacant houses in the newly extended Alexandria. A tame yet affectionate make out session had been what she was going for but it was short lived, now they were on the floor, hot open mouthed kisses and tongues fighting for dominance in a tangle of limbs. She was on top of him, hips frantically grinding down desperate to create that friction that had them both trembling in anticipation. His movements were frenzied as he broke the connection, rough calloused hands massaging their way higher and higher up her thighs taking her dress up with them, inch by inch her smooth pale skin being more exposed.

Today was a celebration of sorts in Alexandria, Maggie had finally had her baby and the community had come together to organise a huge party for the new arrival. Everyone had gotten more dressed up than usual, Carol finding a beautiful pale blue maxi dress which was perfect for the occasion, even if it was now a little disheveled and bunched up around her waist. Once Daryl's fingers couldn't go any higher he started to trace his fingers round the edges of her panties, these touches much more gentle than the ones moments ago. He tore his gaze away from the delicate lace that covered her waiting heat and locked eyes with her, pupils blown wide with lust. Without averting his eyes from hers he brought his index finger to her centre, his touches resumed along the length of her slit. She was the one to break the gaze, her eyes fluttering shut and a soft gasp escaping her swollen lips.

He watched her face contort as his fingers glided up and down, making sure to apply more pressure whenever he circled her clit. He could feel her wetness coating him and he hadn't even taken off her underwear yet. He was struck with the overwhelming need to taste that wetness on his tongue, his hands circling round to her ass, nudging her up enough to slide the lace down her thighs, moving her slightly to rip them off completely. When she had settled her thighs on either side of his hips again he locked his arms round the backs of them, dragging her higher until her centre was hovering over his face.

What the hell was she doing? This wasn't like her, she knew that she was going to be here any moment. She being Ava, a new girl that had joined with a large group about a month ago, the reason they were expanding Alexandria being that they were already at full capacity. Daryl had been the focus of Ava's infatuations since her arrival, of course he was oblivious, always passing off her flirty touches and suggestive words as just being friendly. He may be one of the most observant people she had ever met in her life but when it came to reading women he was utterly clueless. Except when it came to her, he had learned how to read her long ago. They had been something of an item for only a couple of weeks, everyone had been delighted that they had finally stopped tiptoeing around this thing that they had. But not everyone had been thrilled, Ava had taken it upon herself to try and seduce him even more than before.

She wasn't worried, she knew Daryl would never cheat on her, they were completely head over heels for each other. But she was getting sick and tired of this bitch sniffing around her man. The final straw had come this morning as she was putting away some freshly washed laundry into one of Daryl's draws. On top she found a note, written in feminine cursive were the words "Meet me in 131 at 2pm – I have something I need to show you xox" Carol had been furious, how fucking dare she! House 131 was in the newly built section of the community, no one lived here for now as the houses were yet to be furnished. She was trying to get him alone ready to pounce on him. Daryl was obviously clueless about the note, otherwise he would not be here with her in house 131, doing this, with only a few minutes to go until 2pm.

They weren't big fans of showcasing their relationship in public, precisely why she was only planning on Ava walking in on a passionate make out session, if he knew they were about to get interrupted he would not have been so eager to drag her down to the floor and rip her clothes off. Hell if her brain was functioning properly she probably would've put a stop to it too but it was so easy to get lost in him, the moment his lips melted with hers she surrendered all of her senses to him.

Any inkling of doubt vanished when he yanked her towards his face, hands planted firmly on her ass to hold her in place. The first swipe of his tongue across her dripping centre tore a strangled cry from her throat. The moment her taste hit him he couldn't get enough, the vibrations from his satisfied moans travelling along his tongue and adding to the delicious sensations. Once he had lapped up most of her juices he focused the majority of his attention on her little bundle of nerves, her hips instinctively jolted forward and his hands gently pushed on her backside encouraging her to keep grinding on his face. The scratch of his stubble against her opening and inner thighs was surprisingly pleasant, more of a tickling feeling than anything rough and it only aided in driving her closer to that sweet release.

It was this moment that she saw the flash of auburn hair bobbing past the front window, Ava. Luckily for Carol this house was one the few in which you could see clearly through the windows in the front door. Ava didn't even have to open the door to get an eyeful of the two, Daryl flat on his back as Carol rode his face, cheeks flushed, chest heaving. She watched as Ava's expression changed from one of pure shock to bitter envy. Carol had never felt more powerful than now as she challenged the girl's venomous stare. Daryl was none the wiser as he manoeuvred her slightly to allow two of his fingers to slip inside her slickness. It only took a handful of strokes against her sweet spot before her shaking thighs were clamping around his head, the powerful orgasm ripping through her entire being. She slammed her eyes shut and screamed out his name.

"Daryl… Daryl… Daryl," she cried over and over until her screams turned to whispers. Once her muscles had relaxed and pleasure in the core had reduced to small pulses she opened her eyes again, a sense of achievement washed over her when she saw Ava was gone.

She glanced down at Daryl with hooded eyes and watched as he sucked each finger that had been inside her clean, humming an appreciative sound as he withdrew each digit torturously slowly. When he was finished she noticed his breathing was strained and she realised that she was still sitting on his chest.

"Sorry!" She squeaked as she tried to take some of her weight off him. His hands quickly shot out to grab hold of her hips.

"Stay," he grunted, voice all gruff and husky.

"You can't breathe."

"Worth it," he huffed, his gorgeous smile spreading across his face with pride at how hard he had made her cum.

She leaned down until his face was a mere inch from her own, he leaned forward to chase her lips but she backed up just enough that he couldn't reach.

"It's my turn to taste you," she whispered in her most seductive voice.

His shirt had already ridden up his torso and she covered the skin there with wet kisses, sucking slightly every now and again, leaving her mark. Her fingers followed the trail of hair that started at his belly button and trailed down to disappear beneath his waistband. She skimmed over his belt buckle and cupped him through his jeans, she swore she could feel him throbbing already, rubbing her palm up and down his rock hard length. He was growling in his chest and she knew she wouldn't have to work hard to get him there.

Unbuckling the belt and shimmying the jeans down low enough on his hips his erection could finally spring free. She was practically drooling as she took in the sight of him, swollen and leaking, bucking impatiently into her hand. She only gave one swipe of her tongue up his shaft before she took him fully into her mouth. The guttural groan that tore from deep within encouraged her to keep going, bobbing her head at the pace she knew he enjoyed most. His hands were grasping at he bare floor on either side of him, she had told him countless times it was okay to grab onto her but he never did it without her prompting.

She grabbed one of his quivering hands and placed it on top of her head, his fingers immediately weaving their way into her hair. He kept his hold loose and guided her, picking up the pace until he felt himself nearing the edge. He knew she wasn't a fan of him coming inside her mouth and so he always made sure to warn her in enough time, he tugged her curls gently.

"Gonna… cum," his voice cracked with the desperation he felt to just let go.

She released him from her lips with a wet pop and wrapped her fingers around him. He grabbed her face in his hands and crashed her lips to his picking up where their earlier heated kisses had left off. It only took a few strokes before the erratic rocking of his hips stilled, his hot white release spilling all over her hand and his stomach. He moaned and grunted against her lips as she continued to stroke him through his high. Once he pleaded with her to stop she released her hold on him, pulling the rag out of his pocket to wipe up the evidence of his orgasm. They lay together on the empty floor until their muscles were stiff and screaming to be stretched. Before they found the energy to move she planted one last firm kiss to his lips.

"Mine," she whispered protectively.

He didn't know where that had come from but he agreed, he was hers, forever. There would never be another woman in his life that compared. His heart belonged to her, he nodded in response, eyes locked once again, noses brushing affectionately.

"Yours."