He fucked her. There was nothing more, nothing less to his actions than to call it what it was- fucking. Her labored breathing was all of the encouragement he needed to continue, and he wasn't planning on stopping any time soon. Of course, time was a concern, when wasn't it...but they had the farm to themselves, and he had been tired, tired of the search, tired of her cries, tired of no results. His frustrations had to come out somehow, so without saying a word Daryl had crawled into Carol's bed and started to kiss her.

Of course, her mind was on anything but sex at that point. Her daughter was missing for crying out loud! At first she couldn't believe what was happening, but once she caught on, she nodded for him to continue, and he so gladly did.

The eye contact was remarkable, for someone who had such difficulties looking people in the eye. Daryl wanted her, and he wanted her to know that. He couldn't express himself as well as most people could, so for now, they had the moment, and that was all that really mattered.

The first time their tongues met Carol opened her eyes. Was this real? Or was it one of her many, many nightmares? It couldn't have been one of her dreams- it felt too pleasurable for that. So, wrapping her arms around his body which was now pressed firmly against her, she led him on, encouraging more of the passion that had seemed to come from nowhere.

It was hard to say who would make the next move, so Carol threw caution to the wind and removed his shirt. It wasn't hard- his shirt was practically torn off most of the time anyways, so with one fell swoop off came his shirt, and hers was next to follow.

He took in the sight of her as if it had been his first time. And in a way, wasn't it both of their first time, all over again in this mad world? Every minute mattered, every second counted, so he quickly lifted her sundress from over her head and took in the sight of her.

Her brassier was the next to go. She was small, but firm, and he kind of liked what he saw. To prove it, he took her in his mouth and eagerly took in what she did have, and with his other hand, grabbed on to her other breast. To steady herself, she held on to Daryl's taut shoulders, and held on for dear life. She had always closed her eyes during this, but this time was different. It wasn't like it had ever been with anyone else, especially Ed. She watched as he made his movements with his mouth in awe, wondering why it had come to this to get to this point.

Carol bit gently on his neck, not leaving any marks but eager to let him know she was in all the way. She couldn't help herself- the first kiss only encouraged many more. Some small, some long, drawn out, but all with the goal of pleasing him as much as he was pleasing her.

Without thinking he slid his hand under her panties and began tracing circles around her most personal (and by this time, very wet) area. She sighed out loud, not caring about noise at the moment. It just felt so...so...good, not to think, not to act, but just to live, that Carol didn't even realize the effect that her cries of pleasure had on Daryl, no matter how barely audible they were.

But he heard them, and it secretly pleased him to know as well that what he was doing was making her feel good. The others would be back soon, so he had to act quickly, but what he did he did well, bringing her to her first real release of her lifetime, aside from her vibrator.

She had been caught off guard by the effect his motions were having on her. She'd heard about women getting off by their partner's hand, but Ed's hand had always been a cold one, gruff, taking without giving. But Daryl was different. He could anticipate her need before she even realized it, and with that she quickly came again.

She looked at him with desire in her eyes. She knew what she wanted to do to him- the thing Ed made her do but she had grown to detest. But this time was different. Mutual pleasure was the goal, and so by turning him over she now had the control, and it was a good feeling.

She didn't have much hair to grab on to, but Daryl still placed his hands on the top of her head, directing her as to what made him feel good, not that she needed much instruction. Deliberate and slowly, at first anyways, Carol bobbed her head up and down, almost bringing him to his release then and there.

So he stopped her. He turned her over and then took her from behind, the eye contact between them had been that overpowering. So with every move he gave and gave and gave, until he could hear her muzzled cry again. With the invigorating feeling of the idea of being caught at any time motivating him, he quickly pulled out and it was his turn to release his frustrations. He grabbed the first piece of cloth he could find, which happened to be her bra, and came, not daring to open his eyes.

Once he came to his senses again and realized what he'd done, he muttered a quick "Sorry" and laid the bra, bunched up, on the floor. After dressing, they looked at each other- this time with new eyes.

He grabbed his crossbow.

"Where are you going?" It was more of a statement than a question.

"I'm bringin' her back."

This time, she believed him. She absolutely fucking believed him.

The end