A/N – Okay, I'm feeling a little low so I've decided to make this a two-shot to cheer myself up. Thank you for the great reviews!

Disclaimer – I do not own the Walking Dead. I do now own the first season on DVD though. :)

He woke to hear her berating herself. Her voice was low, and she was muttering. He clearly wasn't supposed to hear her as she repeated the words over and over, "Stupid, stupid, stupid. What the hell was I thinking? My mother would roll over in her grave. I can hear her now – 'mattress tester', 'easy Edna', oh, God, my own mother would call me a slut. I had sex with Daryl Dixon. Oh my God. I had se-ex with Daryl Di-xon."

He opened one eye. She was pacing, wearing a track in the old carpet of the RV floor. She paced the bottom of the bed, then up the side where his arm still hung, dangling off the edge of the bed. She was wearing his shirt and her thighs were bare. As she paced, her thigh brushed against the back of his hand. He felt desire ripple through his body at the light touch of her soft skin.

On her next pass by him, he reached up and grabbed her by the forearm. She jumped at the contact, her eyes flashing at him. "E'sy Edna?" He chuckled, "Wha' 'xactly is an e'sy Edna?" Her eyes narrowed, "A slut, Daryl, a floozy who goes all jello for a hottie in a sleeveless shirt."

"Ah, shet up. Yer not a floozy… high class harlot mayb', but no floozy. Floozy's is cheap." She made a noise of exasperation, and pushed his hand off of her, but he was quicker, levering himself up off the bed, pulling her close, and kissing her. Her lips tasted sweet, they were plump and slick and she rose to meet him despite all her fussing. He ran his hand over the back of her head, her soft, short hair. He wanted her so badly. He'd been denying it for weeks… since the moment he saw her bash her deadbeat husband's brains in. She was sexy, but not in an obvious way. She was demure, sweet… but underneath that she was pure fire – too hot to touch.

He hadn't gone to the RV last night to get her into bed. He'd meant to apologize, but somehow it had turned into a game of challenge, a game of how far can I go. And her kisses had enticed him. He supposed the bourbon he found on his hunt yesterday had helped. It definitely loosened his tongue that was for sure. Of course… his tongue was pretty loose now, wasn't it? He touched her tongue with his lightly, felt the shiver run through her body, and he pulled back, raking his teeth against her bottom lip gently.

Her leg had curled around his, and he touched his hand to her bare thigh, felt the smoothness there, and slid his hand up… no panties. Oh God, this woman was pacing around in his shirt with no panties on. He kissed her again, letting his fingers roam… she bent her head back, baring her neck to him, and moaned. He took the chance to let his tongue explore her neck, the delicate soft hollow of it. She smelled like soap and she tasted like heaven.

He maneuvered her onto the bed, slid himself between her legs. As they connected, she made a noise in the back of her throat that thrilled him, and her eyes locked with his. She was smiling. Carol was honestly smiling at him; her eyes sparkling, her fingers entangled in his hair, and her mouth found his, her tongue entrapped his own. He loved the way she kissed, the way her lips felt, the way she moaned softly when he withdrew for air. He could stay in her embrace forever.

Her hand on his hip stilled him. "Roll over with me," she whispered, her voice sultry and seductive. He obeyed… how could he not? She smiled from above him, her face inches above his, her face lit with pleasure; she bit down gently on her lower lip. His hands roamed under her shirt, as she kissed and nibbled down his neck.

They reached the peak at the same time, and their moans were mixed together as they kept rocking, her mouth hot and hungry on his, one of his arms outstretched above him on the bed. She reached; her hand found his and their fingers intertwined. When she collapsed on him, both spent and panting hard on the bed, he kept her hand clasped in his. He relished the feel of her chest heaving against his as she breathed. Their hearts seemed to beat together as one.