"Trying To Feel Human Again"

The Walking Dead - Carol and Daryl

I do not own the characters, they would be together already. Rated M for Sexuality

The heavy footsteps of boots were echoing in the midst of the prison walls. His lips were tightly locked and his arms swung with each movement. He was a man on a mission, an angry mission. His hair was still a mess, despite how Carol had attempted to readjust it once both were dressed and left the infirmary. She was back in her cell and after a quick kiss goodnight, he told her to get some sleep. She smiled at him, and although it was the most calming of all her smiles, there had become built up anger since the passion came to an end. She kissed him quickly again, as if she could see the fury in his eyes without even trying. It left the warmest of lingers… but it still couldn't really tame Daryl against his older brother. Nothing could tame the Dixon men from one another, it was what they did. They fought out their differences. Daryl took note of how he thought he had grown from that within the last few months but clearly, old habits die hard.

When he came to the entrance of Merle's cell, his brother was still awake. He was looking through a book in the dimmest of lights while sitting on a wooden chair backwards. He didn't look up at his younger brother's obvious appearance which just pissed Daryl off more. Merle did smirk to himself though… a real fuckin smug smirk. He knew his brother was standing right there and he expected him to be after what happened. Merle was like that when it came down to women. He was real 'proud' of what he could make'em do. Daryl felt himself clenching his teeth… and then he stomped forward. It all happened within an instant. Dixon men usually reacted without thinking and truthfully, Daryl was done with thinking. His brother thought he could just come on in here and start touchin women in his group? Fuck that. He knocked the book backwards out of his hands before he swung. He wasn't sure where he hit, but after a moment of clarity he noticed it was his older brother's eye.

For Merle, it happened too quickly. He lifted his good hand to his face for a brief moment of almost being stunned as his head was turned. There was an uncomfortable throb that made his blood boil. His lips tightened hard and he lost that smirk. Goddamn, his brother wasn't usually that quick to swing at him… normally it was Merle who lost his cool first. But he'd retaliate, again without thinking. He immediately stood up, cursed loudly, and the chair was tossed aside in a mere act of intimidation before the older Dixon brother got into the younger's face. The yelling began and neither seemed to care about any of their cellmates in the immediate area. Merle shoved Daryl back into the wall and Daryl shoved him hard in response before stepping back into his face. They were inches apart, yelling incoherently and arms flaring about.

"WHO THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU ARE, BOY?!"

"YA THINK YOU CAN COMMON IN HERE AND DO WHAT THE EVER FUCK YA WANT?!"

"JUST CAUSE YA AIN'T MAN ENOUGH TO DO IT YASELF, NOW YA HUFFIN AND PUFFIN CAUSE A BETTA MAN GOT HER ROLLIN?!"

"AIN'T NO BETTER MAN WHEN SHE WAS SCREAMIN MY NAME!"

The few sentences seemed to be the only somewhat clear ones that Rick could make out as he darted within the darkness, moving past others. He didn't know what was happening… but he knew Daryl's angry voice very well and that was enough to have to hear. He rushed to the entrance of the cell. He paused for a moment, noting both men and their consistent yelling. He took a second to attempt to make sense of their incoherent words but then decided to step forward as his lips remained shut and he put two arms up between them. Rick's hand pressed into Daryl's chest and he took a few steps back almost obediently, even as he continued to rapidly yell. Merle on the other hand, shoved the man's hand off him and gave a stern "Don't you go n' put your hands on me." He took two steps back as all the men went quiet. Rick didn't really have a response for Merle. Truth was… his main concern was Daryl. So he looked to him. "What happened?"

"Ain't nothin two men can't settle out with their fists, if some fuckin assholes would let'em." Merle answered for Daryl. Rick didn't entertain Merle's words and he kept his eyes on the younger brother in front of him. Daryl held a death glare towards his older brother as he quietly picked up the wooden chair and sat back down backwards. His own sight was stern before he grabbed the book on the floor and quietly went back to reading, even as his eyes weren't moving along any words. Daryl saw movement out of the corner of his eye and at the entrance, a few people stood there, quietly watching, Michonne, Glen, Hershal… and Carol. She had her lips parted as she shifted a bit uncomfortably in the shadows behind them all. Daryl's mouth pressed together and his eyes seemed to settle on her. It was a little hard to see… but he could tell by her body language that she was uncomfortable. He slowly glanced towards Rick then before he just… shook his head and moved past him.

Carol felt her stomach churning. She should have known better. She shouldn't have thought of her own selfish needs and put a wedge further between these two brothers than it already was. It was a stupid move on her part and now she was seeing the consequences of it. She felt responsible and she immediately regretted what happened not too long ago. She was ashamed and deep within her thoughts; she imagined Ed's voice telling her that she was fucking up yet again… like she always did. Though she remained strong on the outside it would always be her inner demons that did her in. She noticed Daryl was moving out of the cell and for whatever reason that she couldn't understand, she immediately turned and ran up the nearby stairs to the second floor before he could reach her. He paused as he watched. She retreated into Judith's cell and he knew better than to follow.

He didn't really know why she ran from him… but there would be time to ask tomorrow if he needed to know that badly. He ran a hand through his messy hair as Hershal's voice came up behind him. "… You alright, son?" Daryl glanced over his shoulder briefly before giving a vague shrug. No, he wasn't alright… but he'd be alright. Maybe sleeping off some of this shit would help, if he could even sleep. So, Daryl glanced to everyone behind him. Rick left Merle's cell before standing with the others and all eyes seemed to be fixated on Daryl. He knew his family was worried and honestly… he figured they were asking for permission with their eyes to end Merle. No. He didn't actually want his brother dead as fucking pissed off as he was at him. It was just Merle. He shrugged.

"… S'fine. Dun matter." He shook his head before averting his eyes and finally, he walked off. He headed towards that cell he claimed as his own much earlier and wasn't surprised when no one followed. His group knew when to push him and when to let him be… especially Rick. He sat on the edge of the bed and leaned his elbows onto his knees. Tonight had sent him through a loop and he wasn't exactly sure how he wanted to handle it. His mind was running away with him again… so he laid himself down and tucked his hands behind his head. He thought of what he had found and the jealousy that inched up on him. He WAS jealous as much as he wouldn't outwardly admit it. Merle was always real good at tryin to be a step further than Daryl. He was always tryin to make Daryl work for what he wanted… but this kinda shit wasn't a game anymore. He wasn't the same 'little brother' he once was… and truth was, he didn't want to spend the possible last days of his life hating him. The governor was going to be attacking at some point, he knew that. The last thing he wanted was to end up dying after giving his brother a black eye. Sleep wasn't going to come easily, but that was alright for now.

When morning came, Carol was sitting up on the edge of her bed. She cried a bit through the night, but she knew in this world that tears were a waste of water for one's body. Survival was key, not emotion. Still, she couldn't seem to save the ones that came along with the pain she caused. She felt selfish and inconsiderate for her own needs and nothing felt worse than knowing she had hurt the two brothers. At least Daryl… she wasn't sure Merle cared in the least about her. She knew what last night between them was and she knew he knew too. She wished she said no… and yet part of her couldn't really agree with that. Had she said no… she wouldn't have been with Daryl either. It was an ongoing battle in her mind. She didn't know how to really feel about this and her mind was running a mile a minute trying to put it all together. She didn't really notice Merle standing at the entrance to her cell when she was whisked away in her thoughts… not until he spoke anyway.

"Mornin…"

She immediately looked up and she seemed stunned for a moment. Her brows arched low and she stood up almost franticly. She should've been worried that he was there in the first place, wondering what was up his sleeve next… but instead she took note of the swollen black eye he sported. "Jesus, Merle…" She said out loud before even realizing it. His expression didn't change, but it was interesting. His eyes remained directly on hers. They didn't linger much like the night before and he didn't make any snide response to her, but she did grab a rag and a nearby bottle of water. "Sit down before you walk into something. Surely you can't see with that thing right now." Merle didn't move at first. It was as if he wasn't sure if that was REALLY permission to come into her cell, not that he cared about it. Still, after some thought, he eventually did. He walked into her cell with his hands at his sides loosely. He sat down along the edge of her bed as she poured water onto the rag. It wasn't ice… but it was cool from the air in the nighttime of the prison. She sighed a bit heavily and shook her head at herself. She invited Merle Dixon to sit on her bed after last night. She was a mess.

She eventually turned and stepped up to him. She pulled up a nearby chair before she held the cool rag to his eye. And then… there was silence. Silence for what felt like the longest time on earth. She avoided eye contact while he stared right at her. She shook her head at herself and he noticed. She had glanced to him and for the first time since she had seen him that morning… he smirked. It was the first time she was able to actually see the usual Merle in that uncomfortable shape he was in. She felt a bit uneasy with it, until he spoke. "Ya boyfriend got a good right hook on'em." Carol paused as she stared at him. It seemed to catch her off guard just before she smiled very lightly. It wasn't a forced smile; it seemed genuine at his words. "Boy dun gone and got jealous." Carol chuckled and shifted the rag against his eye.

"I'm sure he's upset with me too. He didn't act like it last night… but I know him. It's going to sit and he's going to think about it. I did something that I shouldn't have. I'm not innocent in this." Merle let his eyes scan her almost sad expression before he gave a small, casual shrug.

"… Both had needs. Took care of'em. Damn boy didn't wanna make a move, ain't no claim on ya. Still ain't I reckon." Merle justified it as best as he could. He didn't know why he felt the need to. There was somethin about seein her sad eyes that bothered him. Carol shook her head at his words. Though somewhat true, in her mind, she didn't feel that way. She heavily sighed again before becoming silent. She let his words sink in before shaking her head yet again.

"He's always had a claim on me. He just didn't know about it." She smiled to herself as her eyes shifted to her lap. Merle took that moment to watch the slight glow on the woman before him. He ain't ever seen anybody glow like that when talkin about someone else. It was somethin that he was beginning to notice when Carol talked about his baby brother. It was somethin that was rare… especially now of all times. "… You said I was a late bloomer." She whispered before looking back up. "… He is too." Carol could feel Merle's eyes burning into hers. She wasn't sure if she felt uncomfortable… or strangely comfortable. She averted her eyes briefly.

"… It's funny." Carol glanced at him when he paused. "I'd die for my baby brother. Hell, I'd give my last hand up for'em. I'd walk on out there and let those rottin corpses scoop me up if it meant he was gonna live." He paused again. He could feel her fingers applying slight pressure to his eye. "… But I dun think he'd do the same for me." He tightened his lips while shaking his head. His expression was much like a bulldog with that frown he constantly held. "Used to… not no more. He'd do it for you though."

Carol felt a sting in her heart with those words. Part of her felt saddened by the concept of Daryl choosing her over his own brother. Maybe because she knew that wasn't true. She parted her lips but nothing came out of them… so they closed again. She found it hard to formulate a response for him, so she took a deep breath before pulling the rag away. She gave him a small smile and a nod. "I should get ready for the day. Lots of things to do. We have to focus on the governor." Whispering her words, she licked her lips and tossed the rag to a nearby table. Merle kept his good eye on her as she stood up and moved the chair back to the corner of the room. He considered walking out right then and there… mainly because for whatever reason, he felt like he had trouble breathing. Instead, he clasped his hands together in front of him as he waited a moment. Carol had made her way to the entrance when she paused.

"… Merle…" She whispered. When she said his name, he found himself briefly thinking of the night before, her screaming his baby brother's. He quietly looked up and she was watching him from over her shoulder. "… He would die for you, Merle. He would die for me. He would die for anyone here in this prison. We're his family. He didn't replace you with me… or Rick… or anyone else. He's saved my life more than countless times and he risked his own to try saving my little girl. And he was there for me after that too. He went back to look for you when you were handcuffed. He didn't know where else to look. He was willing to leave with you and leave me along with it. I love your brother… and I know you love him. So that pain you're feeling for what happened last night…? I have it too. That's why you're here isn't it? To say it was a mistake and you're sorry? That we got lost in the moment and wish we could take it back?" Merle was staring at her tightly. He didn't respond… so she did for him. "… But you're not sorry. You know you should be, but you're not. I'm not either. But I'm not because I know if it wasn't me and you… then it couldn't be me and Daryl. So all I can do is face the music… and prove to him that I love him. I can't sit here wallowing in regrets that I can't change. But I can make sure that I don't hurt him again… and I try to make up for what I did. You should too… and I'm not only talking about last night. Life is short… shorter than it's ever been before." Without anymore words, she turned and walked out of her cell, leaving Merle to his own uncomfortable thoughts.

Daryl had spent the morning and afternoon avoiding his brother. Rick, Michonne, and Carl had all gone out on a run and he spent most of his day on watch with different people. He knew he had to remain clearheaded for this war they were in. They all had to be. Carol had made an appearance twice to bring him something to eat or water. When she did, there was always a long stare that they would share. She'd smile, and there would be a small quirk to the corner of his lips, but nothing more. Whatever was happening behind closed doors was their business, no one else's. Neither of them seemed to be upset, so that was a comforting thought all on its own. Still, everyone knew of that big blow up the night before. He half expected people to ask him what happened, but he was glad they didn't. It seemed people knew him better than he thought.

It seemed no one had too much of a good day by the time night fell. Merle was tired of all these assholes lookin at him, wondering why he had a black eye or flat out knowing his brother hit him the night before. He should've given him one back… but there was part of him that felt like he was almost proud. He felt proud of his baby brother for actually not being a pussy for once and doin what he did with Carol. Damn boy was a Dixon, should've acted like it, even in the eyes of the end of the world. Or maybe… just maybe, deep down… it felt good knowing that his brother was cared about by Carol. He always thought that no one else was ever going to care about him the way he did. He still wasn't sure. But there was an internal battle trying to accept that maybe… just maybe there was. Her words hit him hard. Goddamn woman was fucking with his head with them, making him over think all this bullshit. Life was short. That was what last night was about too, right? Life was too short just sittin around, not doing what people wanted, not feelin things they wanted to feel. And he'd give anything for some good shit and another pussy to fuck. Right… life was too short.

He decided to keep himself in his cell for most of the day. He thought about it all, the governor, last night, his brother… and Carol. He was thinkin about her a lot. He wasn't sure what was going on in his head, he didn't normally get strung up on women so easily and it was always the other way around. Or maybe he wasn't strung up. Maybe there was just somethin about her words that hit him hard. Maybe it was because she was right, he did come in there to apologize, but he couldn't. It was hard to apologize for somethin he wasn't really sorry for. Daryl missed out, plain and fuckin simple. Maybe it was because she sat there and put a rag to his eye and looked genuinely worried about a man that she threatened the day prior. Or maybe it was just because he couldn't get the way her face looked last night out of his Goddamn head. Fuck this. This was bullshit. They both knew what last night was. She made it very clear that it was nothing more than that. HE made it clear that it was nothing more than that. So why was it that he ended up walking out of his cell, lingering in the halls as he watched her behind corners from a distance?

He needed to get his mind clear. The governor was the priority at this point, not some cheap fuck. He noticed how he had gone from thinking Carol was somethin else… to just bein pissed with her. Truth was, he knew she wasn't REALLY fucking with his head. He knew what he was getting into when he proposed it… he just wished he didn't talk to her that morning. She was right. He loved his brother… and he could tell his brother loved her. He couldn't do what he did again… 'sides, she wouldn't agree to that shit. But damn, he couldn't get the way she looked out of his head. Even when she didn't even say his name… it didn't fuckin matter. HE did that to her, not his brother. He was the one who got her all riled up. He was the one who left that purple mark on her, which he noticed was bigger than he remembered. Fuck, there were still women in this fucked up world, he didn't need that old, beaten down hag. He tried to continuously tell himself that. But it wasn't working. He was all fucked up in the head more than he was when he first arrived.

Carol had gone outside in search of him. She knew he was most likely looking over everyone and if he wasn't on watch, he was doing something else. She looked around casually until she began to walk along the fence. There was a moment in time that she heard deep grunts and recognized it to be him. She spotted him in the distance, ramming his knife into the head of a dead man. It was morbid, but she had grown so used to it that she almost smirked, approaching quietly. She waited until the walker fell before bluntly speaking. "… I saw your handiwork…" Daryl quickly looked behind him as he confusingly watched her. She wasn't sure if he was confused on why she was there or at her words, so she pointed to her eye before Daryl smirked and chuckled to himself. He shook his head.

"… He fuckin deserved it." He stated bluntly as his eyes moved back to the ground. She chuckled along with him before crossing her arms. She wanted to tell him that he wasn't the only one who deserved it… but she decided not to open that door. She shifted her sight to the ground before looking back up. She was smiling gently and it was met with his eyes when he finally looked back at her. He toyed a bit with the knife, wiping it on his bottoms before putting it away. His crossbow remained hanging at his side as his hand pulled it along his shoulder. He licked his lips and she stepped closer. Once a mere few feet away, she whispered a bit into the air full of nothing else but growls from the fence.

"… Rain's coming… hasn't rained in a while…"

"… Yeah… like the rain." He whispered back. He kept his eyes on her and watched as she seemed to almost bite her bottom lip, though retreated from the idea. He would've loved to see that kinda look. He remembered her doing things like that the night before as his fingers tightened on the strap around his shoulder. Her eyes seemed to trail on him and he noticed it. There was a corner quirk to his mouth and for a brief moment, Carol wondered if his eyes had gotten darker in the matter of a few seconds. She remembered them being that dark last night.

"… I like a lot of things…" She spoke lowly. There was a smirk along her lips and he found himself losing focus in the perimeter completely. He knew what she was doing. She had done it before back when they got to the prison and she asked him to screw around. She had done it various other times. She teased him and usually it sent him into overdrive while scoffing it off as nothing. She was good at teasing him… and he wondered if he liked it… or if he just wanted to act on it for once. He took his crossbow off his shoulder as he set it aside, against the steel of a watch tower next to him. He knew no one could see them where they were. Rick, Michonne, and Carl had come back already and from the look of weather, if the governor was smart, he wouldn't be headin their way. He stepped up to her as he gave her an almost taunting nod.

"… Like what?"

Carol was a bit taken back by that. She stared up at him as her lips parted. She wasn't smirking or smiling anymore, but she was feeling her chest aching uncontrollably. Butterflies filled her stomach and she could feel her body becoming hot. She averted her eyes down. "… Like kissing in the rain." She wouldn't see it, but Daryl held a near grin to his mouth when she answered with those words. Well, hell… he couldn't pass somethin like that up. As if on perfect cue, the sensation of small droplets began to graze the skin of his cheek. It was going to rain… and it looked like they weren't going anywhere for a little while regardless of that.

When she felt his hand lift to her waist, her eyes drifted back up. She flinched an eye when a raindrop grazed it but before she could even swat it away, her lids were closed and his thumb had reached up. It wiped the droplet away just before cradling the side of her jaw. His eyes watched until hers opened and he was close. She parted her lips and so did he. There was a moment where they breathed into each other's mouths. She liked it. She liked knowing that the warm air hitting her was coming from inside of him.

She wasn't sure when it began to happen, but in the midst of them panting against one another; hands were moving along their bodies. His fingers were under her shirt, touching her abdomen. Her hands were on his chest, gripping at his shirt tightly. Slender digits had become fists mixed with the material of his top. His eyes were slit and moving between hers and her mouth. She watched him debating what to do next. This was a first for him, starting this up, and she knew it. She didn't want him to over think it; he had done enough of that for a lifetime. So, a hand lifted up before touching the back of his neck. It curled around him before bringing him in closer.

When their mouths met, the sweet sensation that had been felt the night prior had returned. His eyes closed and so did hers as they relished in the taste of each other. Bodies had moved against one another and lips slanted in many different directions. He ran his tongue against the bottom edge of her mouth, teeth capturing her lip. It was light, playful, and experimental due to his lack of skills in kissing. He WAS successful however as he pulled until it slid out of them. She was lost a bit in that very sexy move he had done to her. He never ceased to amaze her in the best of ways… and she wanted him bad. She wanted him in ways that even made her blush. She wanted to feel human again with the real Daryl Dixon.

The rain had become heavier. Her hair had become thin and wet as did his. They had kissed for what felt like hours and he wasn't so sure he could manage to not do more than just that. So, when his hand reached down, tugging on her bottoms lightly, she understood. She nodded at him and all hell broke loose. He roughly began to unbutton her bottoms as she did the same to him. They tried to work against each other to make sure the other lost their pants first. Daryl could feel Carol trying not to grin against his mouth which caused him to do the same. She began to fumble in the mess of their hands and Daryl grasped a hold of her until her bottom hit the cement ground. He smirked as he took her pants, pulling them down her legs. Her shoes were kicked off and he kept her top on. Regardless of not being seen, he knew they had to be quick. He began to pull his own bottoms down his legs, kicking them and his shoes aside. He moved down on top of her, mouth crashing back into hers.

She figured he'd push in right then and there… but without warning, he broke the lock to her lips and began to kiss down her jaw and neck. Her breath had become hitched in her throat as her fingers mixed into his wet hair. He licked the rain droplets off her skin inch by inch. Her shirt was pushed up, fingers shifting her bra above her breast before his tongue lashed out against it. She put a hand over her mouth to keep herself from crying out too loud as her other hand remained tight in his messy threads. She was thrashing about under him and he almost chuckled when she couldn't keep still. He fought it back though and began to kiss down her stomach. Her breath had become heavier as her eyes clenched shut. She had a remote idea of where he was heading… and no man in this world had ever done that to her before.

Daryl didn't waste time in trying to figure out what the hell it was he was doing. He knew what he was aiming for… and that was good enough. So as his mouth met the core between her legs, her hips bucked up and she threw both hands over her mouth to keep herself silent. It didn't do much good. Even in the rain, the walkers outlined the fence, hearing her noises. She could feel it all. His tongue was slick and long, much like it was in her mouth… but now it was inside of her, curling along the edge of her inner walls. Her eyes opened briefly, only to realize it was still raining on her. So, it tilted aside as she tried to grasp a hold of reality and herself. She was only able to truly breathe when he ran his tongue out of her entrance and along the length of her slit. Her teeth bit down on her hand as her other reached down, fisting into his hair once more.

When his tongue began to flick against the swollen bead at the top of her womanhood, she thought she would lose all control. Her hips bucked against his mouth once more and she couldn't seem to catch her breath again. She was making all kinds of noises against her knuckles, biting into them all the while. Her eyes continuously tightly closed and opened wide. She never had a lover like this before. The thought of that alone was driving her to the edge. The rain almost felt as if it was sizzling against what flesh was exposed, attempting to cool down her nearly burning body. But it was then… that in the haze of her near orgasm… she saw something. She saw someone.

At first she thought perhaps she wasn't thinking clearly… because in the midst of the shadows, behind Daryl and near the edge of a corner… she saw what looked like Merle. Her eyes were wide when watching him, the tightened knot in her stomach nearly ready to burst. She couldn't seem to fathom saying anything to stop Daryl… but she did see what Merle was doing. She blushed incredibly hard. He was clearly breathing roughly by the way the shadow on his chest heaved. His pants were open and he was out, right through the loose zipper. He was pumping himself, leaning his holster against the watchtower as he stared at her. He could see her looking at him and he licked his lips at that. Carol's eyes were fixated as she felt her body beginning to shake… and there it was. Her head fell back as her eyes shut tight. "OH GOD, DARYL!" She screamed out helplessly into the night. It was once again, an incredibly long release… but her moans didn't stop there. He kept going against her… and she couldn't seem to squirm away. "T-TOO MUCH!" She nearly begged, but he just kept going, holding her by her hips as his mouth seemed to give no mercy. Her body was still shaking, feeling his tongue flicking against her. "D-DARYL! PLEASE! OH GOD!"

Her voice was music to his ears. With each beg, he only flicked quicker and harder. He knew she had come… but it didn't mean he was done. Goddamn, he loved this woman. He decided to try a little something… so he encircled his mouth around the already throbbing button. Her eyes widened and she felt him beginning to suckle against her. She shook her head back and forth, moaning incoherent words now. Her eyes drifted back to the corner of the watchtower for a minute as she noticed no one there now. Her mind was brought back to Daryl when he pushed a finger inside of her. She bucked her hips helplessly. It felt so damn good that it almost hurt. She was about to beg for mercy again… when he pulled away from her. It was then that she realized just how damn close she was. She almost whined, which she considered to be silly since she was begging him to stop… but not before he climbed on top of her, thrust inside, and captured her lips in a passionate kiss.

He was so turned on; it only took a matter of a few thrusts to make him close to the edge. She lingered along there with him after what he had just done, thighs wrapped around his back and arms tight around his waist. Her nails dug into him and he reveled in the hungry sensation it caused. His teeth pulled on her bottom lip again and she moaned against them. Their bodies and clothing were drenched and slick within the rain and their own motions. A hand lifted up, grasping her breast as he stared along her blue eyes. He shielded her from the rain as she kept her sight locked with him.

"… Imma come, Carol…"

He whispered in a warning. She nodded and clenched her eyes shut. "… I… I…" She couldn't seem to get anymore words out as he buried his face into her neck. The moment she felt the warmth flooding her insides, she lost herself. Her insides burst around him and he could only explain the feeling as liquid heat pouring and throbbing all around him. He bucked a few last times before he nearly fell against her. He attempted to keep himself from putting too much pressure, but even that was hard to do. She kept her eyes closed, coming down from what Daryl had just done to her. Every moment in his arms, she wanted to say it. She wanted so desperately to tell him what she was about to before she lost herself in the midst of passion… but suddenly she felt too afraid to. The last thing she wanted was to frighten Daryl Dixon away after he had finally become hers… and she had become his. At least she hoped he was.

OKAY, so as you can see, I decided to kind of mix everything together. I had so many mixed responses that I decided to go with a stronger Caryl based story with Merle having 'something' for Carol. He's not all sure what's going on yet and clearly, Carol is beginning to notice that. c;

This is going to be the last chapter for a while. Unless I magically find time during my on call for 7 days with my job, I will be completely booked unfortunately. It's hard to write stories while also writing long ass client notes. Lol.

Also, a friend of mine and I have a private forum where we RP Daryl and Carol. c: Unfortunately, this site won't let me put links or emails. So if you head onto Google and search for "boardhost the good the bad and the dead", it will come up. It's open to be read, just no one can post or anything. There is a guestbook for you to leave feedback. I will probably still be occasionally posting on that this week since it's not ALL on me.

I apologize if anyone is disappointed with the route I decided to take in the chapter. I felt like I was a bit weaker in this than I was in the first one. I thought perhaps I could attempt to make everyone happy. If anything, I hope you at least enjoyed it! Reviews are always loved! xoxo!