The night with Daryl

When Carol moved back to town she rented a little house, not too fancy, not too big, moved in quietly and spent her most time there. She went out in town just to buy groceries and visit her father, or help him out at his shop. He owned the local gun shop, which, throughout the years, had become the best supplied in all the area. And that was because Carol had managed, after moving out of town, building up relations with all the suppliers, getting the best deals for her father. It had been one of her priorities to know her father would be financially secured, even without her in town.

But now that she was back, she was attending the shop from time to time, whenever her father needed some rest. He had an old shot wound he had gained years ago which hadn't been handled properly and was still making him problems years after.

That's how Carol met Daryl. She was attending the shop one day, as her father was in the hospital taking care of his leg. Daryl had entered, surprised to find a woman behind the counter, not really knowing who she was. He asked about her father, she said he was away. Daryl wanted to leave and return another day, Carol didn't let him. She had recognized him, her father's best customer. He had described Daryl inside out so when he had entered she recognized him in an instance.

Daryl was rather suspicious, but a little curious and after she attended him perfectly, surprising him that she knew the business inside out, as well as her father if not even better, he was pretty impressed with her. She made him a discount and wrapped what he had bought. He asked her name and recalled it.

Other than that they barely ever met. It happened for them to see each other at the market, or meet on the street and exchange a few polite words, nothing more. Daryl was always on the run, he didn't feel very well coming into town. He and his brother Merle were quite the little celebrities there, both hunters keeping the little mountain town safe. While Merle had the annoying character gaining his respect through his fists, Daryl was the quiet type, nothing ever seeming to truly please him. His handsome looks and mysterious ways had made him rather interesting to the single women in town, all of them enjoying the game of trying to get his attention. That was something too annoying for a loner like him, so whenever he had to come to town, he made it quick and fast.

And Carol…she had definitely returned to her small town, to find some peace of mind, avoiding the company of people. She liked Daryl, he wasn't trespassing her privacy, like most of people in town did. But that was all, they didn't have any kind of relation

"He's always asking for you" her father said as he was cleaning a gun.

"Who?" she asked absent minded, going over some papers, making the math of last month's income.

"Daryl".

"Daryl?" she was absent minded.

"Daryl Dixon, come on you know who I am talking about. My best customer".

"Oh, right. He's a nice person, polite".

"He's polite?" her father puffed amused. "He can't say a proper hello when he enters any other store than mine".

"Well, he is polite to me, because I am your daughter. He respects you and is very pleased by this shop".

"You could date him. Really, Carol when are you going to find yourself a proper man and settle down?".

"Look" she smiled, looking up at him. "You promised me you won't start with these silly questions when I said I would move back to town. And it's your third time this month".

"You're counting them now? You know I am just concerned. That art of yours won't pay the bills forever. What happens when I'm gone? You're telling me you will take over this shop and make a living out of it?"

"Dad, how many times have I asked you for money since I returned?"

"Well, not once but…"

"My…art, as you are naming it, is paying my bills pretty well. And it will continue doing so".

"Yeah, but that ex-husband of yours is still sucking up big part of it and he will make you poor someday".

"No, he won't. I won't have to pay his pension forever, there are laws to this".

"I was just saying, honey. You may never know what the future brings and having such a crepuscular job is pretty dangerous in these times".

"Crepuscular…" she laughed rich. "Dad, grow up. I'm doing perfectly fine. I'll take you out on a trip one day and show you my bank accounts, ok? Besides that I was the one getting you the best gun supplies in this area, so if I ever run out of money I will ask you for a commission" she joked.

Her phone beeped and she took it out, reading her email. Her smile disappeared, her face darkening.

"What happened?" her father asked rather concerned.

"Damn it" she whispered. "You got a sixth sense or something?"

"Why?"

"That jerk of an ex-husband I have will cost me another two years of paying his pension. What's wrong with the laws in this country?!"

"Well, you have only yourself to blame. You divorced him quietly, never said what he did to you".

"I…wasn't about to destroy his life, I own him…some things. And I wanted to leave his reputation intact, ok?" she looked up annoyed. "I thought this will make him vanish from my life, that he would have the decency to leave me alone, not ask for money".

"You based yourself on the decency of a man who beat the crap out of you?"

"I'll see you tomorrow for dinner" she said cold and turned to leave. She was fed up with it.

"Carol, come on!" he called after her, but she left.

The sun was setting outside, as she got in her car boiling inside out. She pushed the pedal of her car and drove out, not carrying where the road was taking her. She hoped she would calm down, driving the roads, clearing her mind.

But when it got later and she was still angering, she stopped the car, hit the wheel and sighted long.

"Why do you always have to be the biggest idiot?" she whispered to herself.

She looked up, realizing she had stopped next to a pub, a retreat one, outside town. She had no idea where she was, she had driven blindly. Carol left her car, thinking one drink would calm her thoughts.

She entered the crowded place, without looking once around and sat at the bar.

"What can I get you?" a polite woman asked her.

"Whiskey, please" she said taking out her phone. She read the email again, while the woman placed the glass in front of her.

Without noticing Carol poured the content of her glass down her throat. The bartender filled it up again, thinking that was what Carol wanted. She took another big sip, going through the emails she had ever exchanged with her lawyer.

"Well, ya are rather rare sight in your town, but finding ya here is even more surprising" she heard that profound, familiar voice. It somehow relaxed her instantly and as she looked up at Daryl, she realized how much she liked his voice. And his face, the man was really handsome.

"To tell you the truth I have no idea where I am" she smiled.

"So ya think it's a good idea pouring glasses of whiskey down ya throat in a random bar?" he asked somehow amused.

"I've done things worse than this" she smirked, drinking another shot.

She wasn't tipsy yet, but she wasn't sure he wasn't.

"So can I buy ya the next one?" he sat next to her, making a sign to the bartender to fill the glass and give him one as well.

"Are you asking me or telling me?"

"Playin' polite".

"Yes, like you always do" she looked back at her phone.

"What's so interesting about that phone?"

She looked at him. His eyes were all over her, very playful. She pressed her lips together, she enjoyed it.

"Actually…nothing" she said placing it back in her bag. "You've got all my attention".

"Much better" he smirked. "So, how come ya here?"

"I had a bad day and wanted to cool my mind off. I drove for a while, without carrying where I was heading and…ended up here. So…where am I?"

"Ya in the most famous pub around all the towns here. They serve the best food here, woman. How can ya not know that?" he laughed amused.

She shrugged.

"So am I far from the town?"

"Ya ain't that close I can say ya that. A half an hour drive"

She nodded taking a sip from her drink. He was still looking at her from head to toe.

"How come ya so different?" he asked her.

"Different from what?"

"Women around here".

"No, I'm just like every single woman around here".

"Neah, not at all. First ya have this short hair".

"It grew, it was even shorter".

"Then ya always dress differently. And ya wear interesting jewelry. Ya look like a big city girl".

Carol laughed.

"Yeah, ya manage looking good without being concerned of how ya do. Look around ya. See all these short skirts and tight tops? Ya ain't like that".

"Are you flirting with me?" she smirked looking at him.

"Just making a point. Was it bad if I was?"

She bit her lip, the alcohol had gotten to her brain.

"No, not at all".

"And ya say things straight".

"You're much more talk active than you are when you come to town".

"I'm always talking to ya".

"But not to people around, other than my father".

"I come for business in ya town not to make small talk. How's he? Ya father?"

"Concerned like always. Is sure the crises will make him shut his store and start growing cows again".

"Business going bad?"

"No, it goes very well, but he's like that. Always thinking the government is trying to get him".

"He's a fine man, ya father".

"Yes he is and…"

She was interrupted as a woman cut her way between her and Daryl.

"There you were. Dance with me" the woman pulled on Daryl. Her moves pointed out that she was wasted.

"Not now" Daryl said trying to make her leave.

It occurred to Carol just then that the alcohol had gotten to her mind and that she had to drive home.

"You owe me a dance from last week" the woman insisted.

"I'm having a conversation here" Daryl's voice was slightly annoyed.

The woman looked back at Carol from head to toe.

"With…this?" her tone was disgusted.

"Yeah, I was leaving anyway" Carol placed the money for her drinks on the bar and stood up. "It was really nice to see you again" she smiled to Daryl, meaning it.

She passed the people in the bar, heading out, going to her car. As she searched for her keys, she realized she was a little bit tipsier than she thought she was. She rubbed her eyes trying to wake up.

"Carol, wait" Daryl caught up with her. "Sorry for that".

"What, her? No, I left because I drank a little bit too much to be able to drive home. But I'll manage" she finally opened the door, but he closed it.

"I'm not letting ya drive back to town like that".

"So will you drive me?" she asked amused.

"Hell, no, I am too drunk to drive so far".

She puffed amused.

"What about we go a quitter place? Back at my place".

Carol looked at him long. She tried recalling when had been the last time she had let herself go. She also asked herself if Daryl was so appealing to her right then because of the alcohol.

"Ok" she smiled and he opened the door for her.

It was a short right, Daryl was living close, but farther up the forest in a secluded area. He had driven the car and now they were in his small house. It wasn't very tidy, but not a mess either. Not that Carol would care. She placed her bag on the couch and watched Daryl bring another bottle of whiskey from the fridge. He placed it on the coffee table and looked at Carol. Her loose blouse was falling of one of her shoulders, revealing her appealing skin. He took a step towards her, placing his palm on her bare shoulder, stroking her skin. He looked into her eyes, taking time for his fingers to wonder to her collarbone, up to her neck and finally resting on her cheek. His hand then went back to her shoulder, down her arm slipping under it, on her waist. She took a step closer to him and it was all he waited for him to bend to her lips, kissing her slowly. Her hands went on his neck, enjoying the warmth of his breathe and his strong arm around her. He stopped and looked into her eyes, grabbed her hand and pulled her back to his bedroom. They reached the bed and Daryl found Carol's lips again, his hand moving freely on her back. His fingers slipped under her blouse, stroking the bare skin and with a short move he made her fall on the bed, climbing over her.

Carol's mind was drifting off as she felt his body over hers, his kiss gaining in passion, devouring her lips avidly. She started unbuttoning his shirt, he slipped the blouse of her body concentrating his lips on her neck for now.

Finally his shirt went off revealing his well-built body of a man who was spending his days in the hot sun.

His breathe was becoming warmer on her skin as he unbuttoned her jeans, pulling them quickly off. He wanted to feel more of her skin, even if he wasn't in any rush of any sorts.

He avoided, for now, her most sensitive parts, his hands on her ties and lips on her womb while Carol's fingers played with his hair. He caressed every part of her body, making sure she would lose her mind completely when he finally opened her bra. He cupped her breasts taking his time on them, slipping his arm around her waist to pull her closer.

When Carol finally managed to pull Daryl's pants off she surprised realizing he wasn't wearing any underwear, which only made her gasp for him, more. Her fingernails dogged in his stiff butt and her palms found his very alive manhood which surprised Daryl, making him finally lose his mind. He was helpless in her hands, breathing hard over her lips, staring in her confident eyes. He pulled her underwear off and she guided him inside her. He filled her up and she held on to his neck, pressing her body on his, as his slow moves conquered her more and more. She felt pleasured; she moaned his name in his ear and, as he was close to the peak of his pleasure she stopped him. He opened his eyes looking into hers. She pushed him to the side, climbing over him, starting to move her hips in a way that made him go crazy. She held on to him and blasted at the same time he did, both fulfilling their pleasure.

Carol collapsed over Daryl, trying to catch her breathe. He placed his arms around her, his heart pounding fast.

"I said ya were different, but this was insane…" he whispered.

Carol was barely able to hear him, she hadn't felt so good in bed since…she couldn't recall. His body was perfectly shaped to please her. So when she started to kiss her way down, starting with his chest and womb, he never knew what hit him.

Daryl woke the next day, later than usual. He rubbed his eyes trying to realize if it was the alcohol or something else that made him feel as he did right then. It was something else. His body was pleased, his mind clearer, that was no effect of no alcohol. He turned to Carol, but his bed was empty.

He stood up thinking she was in the bathroom. But she wasn't. Nor was she in the kitchen. Her clothes were gone, her bag wasn't on the couch. The only thing alive in his house was the coffeemaker, boiling the amber brew happily. Next to it was a note the only words on it being Thank You. He smiled. He heard a knock at the door and went to open, pleased. If she had forgotten something, he would seize her in his house for good. He opened, but his smile vanished.

"You crazy, lil' brother opening the door for me like that?"

It was Merle, his brother.

"You forgot we're going hunting?" Merle entered.

Note: ah, the things I write sometimes :) Hope you enjoyed and thanks for reading!