alright, it took me a while but this is the last chapter.

It's nothing big really other than a little bit of the caryl smut we all- or most of all- like. I hope you enjoy it :) and please forgive me if there are any mistakes of any kind. It's 5.47 am here and I'm just insomniac.

I want to thank those of you who reviewed this story: vickih, Halohunter, trinitee64, muthawalker, 80p, Starbuck777, you've all been great and really encouraged me to go on with this. Glad I met you people and thank you so much for that! :) I want to specially thank Starbuck777 though, you're awesome and it's really been flattering to me hearing how much you liked this story. :) this chapter goes for you even though it's definitely not the best!

Hugs to you all and I hope you have a better 2014, however your 2013 was. It wasn't a particularly good year for me but it can always get better, or so I think!

Love!

S.-

Daryl wished someone hit him hard on the face, because he just couldn't decide whether this was real or not. He'd thought about her so much during those three months he'd even reached the point where he'd seen her or he'd waken up thinking she was laying next to him. Yeah, she'd driven him fucking insane, literally. So this could perfectly be one of those allucinations or some shit, but they'd kissed a few minutes ago and the way he'd reacted to it and how it'd felt, had him thinking it wasn't his mind playing any tricks. Not this time.

"You ok?" he heard her say. She'd held his hand and opened the door, walked him inside the house but apparently he had stopped following her at some point and she'd had to turn around and go back to him, who was standing by the door. She put her warm hand on his cheek and he instantly leaned on her touch. This had to be real, the way her hand automatically warmed his whole body up. He lifted his eyes and looked at her, blinking several times. Jesus, he had to stop acting like this right now, he'd freak her out.

"M' fine", he mumbled, smiling slightly. "Jus' a lil', hell I dunno, this feels strange fer some damn reason… a good kinda strange though", he quickly added.

She smiled a full, gorgeous smile at him and squeezed his cheek lightly. "It does, doesn't it? Come on, I'll get you something to drink, is beer ok?", she asked him, glancing at him one more time and turning around, heading to where he supossed the kitchen was. And he hadn't had the time to answer her but hell yeah beer was fine, or soda, or plain water. He couldn't care less.

And he just couldn't believe how normal she was acting, as if they'd never been apart. As if he'd just gotten home from work or something and nothing had changed in these last three months. He chuckled as he took his leather jacket off, absently throwing it to a couch he spotted. This woman somehow always managed to impress him. This woman was, by far, a lot stronger than he was himself. He rubbed his eyes frantically, deciding this was the second he'd stop acting like a weirdo, and made his way to the place he'd saw her go. He looked around as he walked, watching a fireplace at the end of the living room, pictures and paintings all over the place and what looked like kids homework spreaded all over a table. He smiled. Everything looked pretty much the way he'd imagined it would, warm and cozy and kind of like her.

He got inside the kitchen the second she was walking out and they bumped into each other, one of the beer cans almost slipping from her hands and going straight to her cotton long-sleeved t-shirt. He scratched his head. Hadn't he said he was going to start acting smoothly?

"M', sorry", he mumbled, one of his hands instantly going to her arm to still her. He shook his head, thinking for the millionth time he had to act straight. He'd been literally dreaming about this moment and if he didn't stop acting like a complete idiot he was going to ruin it, something he knew he was very good at. He took the can of beer she'd been handing to him for god knows how long and grabbed her hand, walking her back to the living room where he remembered seeing a comfy couch.

He sat her down along with him, her tiny hand still wrapped inside his own. He took a long sip of the beer and looked at her, bursting out something between a laugh and a snort.

"I'm kinda nervous 'ere alrite?" he told her apologetically, lifting his hand up with hers and resting them on his chest.

She chuckled.

"I can tell that… but I think it's cute", she told him as he dropped his hand, but she still rested hers on his chest, slowly moving it up and down.

Daryl snickered. "Jesus, ya find tha oddest things cute", he commented, feeling a little more relaxed. He leaned against the couch and pulled her along with him, wrapping an arm around her and feeling that without her eyes stuck on his he had better chances to ease down.

"How come ya forgive me so easily? Hell the way yer actin'… feels like we never stopped seein' each otha or somethin'… not that I'm complainin' though, I jus'.. I didn' think it'd be like this", he told her. His chin was on her head and he wasn't oblivious to the fact she was pressed against him, but his little bravery moment a while ago felt like if it'd been gone now.

"You're here now Daryl", she said, lifting her head up although she couldn't see him. "All this time… I thought so much about you. I've missed you… so much. But I've never wanted to push you into this… I mean, even if you didn't show up, it wouldn't have changed what we had, not to me at least. It wouldn't have changed that day you gave me that flower and so many things. It'd have still been real, and I knew you wanted it, me… somehow I did. But I also know we do what we can. I know how, sometimes, we just can't, even though we want to. It's not easy, it's not always enough, but here you are".

She sat straight on the couch and turned her head to look at him, her face inches from his. Daryl swallowed hard, but he brought his hand to her face and brushed her fingers up and down her cheek.

"Yer so much stronger than I am.. all this time, I was jus' scared ya was seein' someone else or some shit, scared of all damn sorts of things when it came ta this..", he whispered close to her mouth, dearing to look at her in the eyes now.

"Don't give me too much credit Daryl", she said with a chuckle. "There have also been many days of crying over some corny movie til' I fell asleep, believe me, thinking you'd probably be sleeping with every single woman in Senoia".

Daryl laughed slightly and leaned his head even further.

"Pff, I can't stand bein' close to any women every since I let ya go… hell, even 'fore tha'", he told her, his mouth brushing hers which sent a shiver all over his body.

"That so?", she asked him and he noticed somehow her voice had changed, her blue gaze becoming darker and going from his lips to his eyes. His lips, which were dangerously close to hers, and his mind grew cloudy as he felt her breathing all over his face, but for some reason he wasn't just crushing his mouth against hers.

"Hell yea", he whispered, his voice low, moving his lips to her ear. "I don' wanna touch anyone else Carol, ever", he told her, biting her earlobe lightly, this language, whatever it could be called, one he certainly felt more comfortable speaking in.

He heard her whimper and he smirked proudly, nuzzling his face down her neck now, leaving soft kisses on every spot his lips found.

"Me neither Daryl", she muttered, her breathing labored, tilting her head to grant him better access. Her voice though brought him back to face her, and her eyes were sparkling and wide opened, her cheeks flushed even though the room was pretty cold.

"We don' gotta rush this okay?", he said in what he hoped was a normal voice, cupping her face with his hands. Even though she'd hardly touched him or kissed him he realized he was panting a bit, and he figured it wasn't very elegant to just jump on her without even ask her how she'd been.

"Tell me how ya been, how's teachin' goin' an' all", he added, his eyes flicking all over her face.

"Later", she stated, and he watched with wide eyes as she lifted her t-shirt up and pull it off her head, throwing it over her shoulder before he could even blink. This left her wearing nothing on her upper body rather than a white pijama tank top, and then she brought her hands to his neck, pulling him to her, and she crushed her lips against his.

Daryl sunk into the kiss, his mouth eagerly seekings hers, his tongue sliding inside her mouth as soon as her lips parted open and he couldn't help but moan at the feel of her hot, soft tongue stroking and massaging his. His hands were frantically moving up and down her sides, through the thin fabric of her top, from the curve of her hips to the rounded sides of her breasts as he deepened the kiss. She was laying back on the coach so he leaned forward, bracing himself with his arms until he ended almost on top of her. She brought her hands to the hem of his sweatshirt and quickly pulled it off, her fingers digging on the skin of his chest through his sleeved t-shirt as she claimed his mouth again, her lips soon leaving his and moving to his neck, kissing the way up to his ear, her hands gripping the waistband of his loose jeans.

"Daryl", she moaned in his ear, "I want you. I've wanted you for so long".

He growled, taking his t-shirt off in one swift motion and throwing it away, his strong biceps flexed to support himself and he leaned back to fully look at her. The fire he felt was mirrored in his eyes as she gazed back at him, and it sent goosebumps all over his body. He placed his hand over hers and slid it down until it covered the evidence of his arousal under his jeans, his eyes piercing hers, but narrowing a little when she added pressure with her hand.

"I touched maself, thinkin' bout ya... thinkin' of yer body pressed under mine", his voice was low and breathless, his eyes shutting down instantly when she felt her hand slid through her jeans and stroke him over his boxers, his jeans now unzipped and sliding down until he had to kick them off.

"and I touched myself thinking about touching you", she whispered in his ear, her own hand covering his and leading it under her tank top and up her stomach as she lifted her hips up and rocked herself against him. He moaned loudly.

"Jesus Carol", he growled, one of his hands massaging her breasts under her bra while the other fought to unclasp it, his mouth hungryly seeking hers and he kissed her deeply, his tongue tangling with hers, pulling apart only to take her top off along with her bra. He moved his mouth back to hers and then down her throat, the tip of his tongue tracing a path down until he reached her breasts. He swirled his tongue over her nipple, which was already hard and cool into his mouth, and then gave the same attention to the other as his hands travelled further down and started to slid her pijama pants down. He continued his way down her stomach and when he reached her panties, he nuzzled his face over them, inhaling her scent, bringing his hands up to massage her breasts. Her hands were tangled in his hair and he looked up to peek at her. Her head was thrown back and her chest was moving up and down fastly to let her heavy breathing out. He smirked.

"Hmm, I'm gonna save this fer roun' two", he said softly, leaving soft kisses over the front of her panties. Her legs were moving frantically and she let out a loud moan, which got him turning on even more. He crawled back over her, deliberatelly pressing himself against her core.

"Tell me", he whispered in her ear as he pushed himself harder against her, pulling her panties down with his fingers and then brushing them over her slit.

"oh my god, Daryl", was all she managed to say, but she held his arm tightly in which he interpreted meant she wanted him to touch her more.

"Oh damn, yer so wet already", he whispered over her mouth before covering it with his own. "Jus' tell me wha' ya want baby", he said in a tone that almost sent her to the edge, low but soft somehow, and he threw his head back to look at her, his thumb tracing circles over her clit.

"I want you", she bursted out, panting, her eyes shutting down and opening whenever he changed the pressure of his hand. "I want you now Daryl", she said with a contagious urge.

"Alrite", he told her, kissing her collarbone and starting to pull away from her.

"No", she commanded, leaning on her elbows to look at him. "I'm on the pill", she added, and he moved back to her, no further explanation needed.

He positioned himself on top and guided himself into her, sliding the tip of his aching cock down to lay teasingly at her wet opening. He looked up at her and smirked.

"ya on the pill?" he asked her lifting a brow. " I like tha' ya was so confident I was comin' back", he told her, burying his head on her shoulder and kissing it softly.

She lifted her hips up, encouraging him to push further inside her, and she brought his face back so that she could see him, and smirked as well.

"You brought condoms. Guess I wasn't the only confident one here", she said, her mouth curling on a one side smirk, her hips moving to the sides which got him shutting his eyes down, his forehead frowned.

He pushed himself slowly until he was all the way inside her and opened his eyes just then, only to find hers wide open, her mouth parted in pleasure. He stayed motionless and stared into her eyes, a small smile forming on his lips.

"I love ya Carol. All tha way", he told her, his hips beggining to move slowly. She gazed back into his darkened blue eyes and smiled.

"I love you too", she said, and he bit his lips and his eyes widened as he thrusted once into her, her legs instantly wrapping tightly around his waist. The couch was so small one of his legs was hitting the floor but this gave him better angle and she moaned loudly when he pushed deeper inside her, brushing her clit on his way back and forth. His face was buried on her shoulder and he bit it lightly, fighting to hold himself. It'd been a long time without doing this and he soon started to feel he was pretty close. Her hands went to his buttocks, encouraing him to move faster and so he did, feeling the shockwaves threatening to overtake him.

"Fuck, Carol, I'm too damn close", he muttered, bringing his mouth to hers and biting her bottom lip. She was breathing heavily but there was no sign of her being any close of reaching her orgasm, so he pulled away for a second only to enter her back slowly at first, but then he slammed into her harder and she groaned loudly.

"oh, Please, don't stop Daryl!" she cried out, and he felt the muscles inside her twist and clench, drawning him deeper. Sweat was starting to run down his forehead and his whole body vibrated, feeling hers join his almost at the same time, and he collided over her, overwhelmed but such a powerful orgasm.

They stayed silent and motionless for a few seconds, the sound of their heavy breathing filling the air, and then he lifted his head up and brushed his lips against hers softly. She smiled, her eyes still closed, and he kissed away the dropplets of sweat of her forehead.

"Ya ok?" he asked her, starting to pull away from her and sitting on the couch since there was no space for the two of them to lay there.

"Better than ok", she said lazily, opening her eyes and dropping her arm on his lap.

He picked up the clothes he could reach from the floor and turned to look at her again.

"Can we go to yer bed?", he asked her, tilting his head questioningly, handing her her tank top and panties.

"Our bed", she told him, sitting next to him and resting her head on his shoulder as she got dressed.

"Oh damn, I like tha sound 'f tha'… our bed", he repeated, smiling, wrapping an arm around her.