Well, it's here... The end! Thank each and every one of you who have taken the time to read this. You've made this an amazing journey and I love you for it!
Sometime in the middle of the night Daryl stirred as soft hands started caressing him. He instinctively rolled to give her better access, even though he still wasn't fully awake. Daryl had no idea a dream could feel so real. It wasn't until she replaced her hands with her mouth that his eyes snapped open and he realized he definitely was not dreaming.
Daryl couldn't remember the last time he had a blow job. Not that it mattered anyway, he knew nothing was going to even come close to comparing with this one anyway. He had no idea if Carol had special talents, or if it was simply the way he felt about her that made anything she did to him feel so incredible.
He had gone from stiff to rock hard with only a few licks and sucks. When she cupped his balls and took him deep Daryl couldn't hold back the groan of pleasure. Her mouth was warm, maybe even hot, and her tongue was absolutely magical. The next time she went down he couldn't help but thrust up to meet her, causing Carol to gag slightly as he pushed a little too deep. "Sorry," he muttered. She didn't stop to reply and he was thankful.
When Daryl realized he could be getting close he gently pulled her away. He didn't want to come until he was buried inside her. Carol understood and switched positions. He was expecting her to straddle him so they could continue right away and she did straddle him, but not with his penis inside her. She lowered herself down and started to grind gently against his erection.
Daryl reached up and grabbed her tits, one in each hand. He squeezed them, then started to tease her nipples as she continued to grind against him. Carol arched her back and closed her eyes. Daryl watched her face as she became more and more aroused. Her head was tilted back and her mouth was open slightly. Once in a while a sweet sigh would escape her and his cock throbbed in response.
When he couldn't bear one more second without being inside her Daryl begged, "fuck me, please." He wasn't sure she was going to comply at first when Carol simply smiled at him and continued moving. "Please Carol," he tried again. She was obviously enjoying the control she had over him. Daryl couldn't wait any longer, he sat up and was about to flip her when Carol placed a hand on his chest and stopped him.
She lifted herself up, adjusted to find the right angle and slid down on him. Daryl settled his hands lightly on her hips as Carol started to move.
Before long he was lifting his hips and meeting her thrust for thrust. When Carol came she quit moving and gasped. Daryl continued to drive into her until he reached his peak. He held her hips tight and pushed himself as deep as he could. His body shuddered and a feeling of release washed over him.
Carol collapsed gently onto his chest. She lay on top of him until their breathing evened out, then slid off and tucked herself into the crook of his arm, with her back to him. Daryl turned and wrapped his other arm around her and Carol leaned back into his embrace. She settled her ass into his lap and tangled her legs comfortably with his. Daryl felt her take a deep breath and settle in to sleep. He nuzzled his face into her neck and ran his fingertips up and down her arms. He needed that last comforting touch before he closed his eyes to sleep.
They both woke in the morning to a loud thumping on the door. Daryl climbed out of bed and threw on his pants and shirt, then walked to the door. When he opened it Michonne was standing there. "Just checking to see if you're still coming on the run today? Tyreese is itching to leave, he's been looking for you for an hour."
Daryl glanced back inside. He hadn't talked to Carol about it yet. "Not sure. Give me half an hour?"
Michonne nodded. She started to leave but turned back, "shirts on inside out." Daryl watched her shoulders shake with laughter as she walked away.
Oh great he thought, closing the door. He knew it was only the beginning of the teasing.
"Michonne," he said to Carol, pulling off his shirt and climbing back into bed in his jeans.
"Are you going?" she asked, knowing full well why Michonne was at the door.
"If you don't want me to go, I won't," Daryl said. But before she could speak he kept talking, "But I have an idea. What if you come too?"
"I don't know,"'she replied hesitantly.
Daryl smiled at her, "you can keep me company." He leaned in and kissed her before finishing, "we can make out in the car while we wait."
Carol smiled back, "yeah, you say that now, but you'll never do it."'
"You're probably right," he laughed. "But I would hold your hand or somethin'... When no one's lookin'." Carol studied his face but didn't reply. "Come on, there's no reason you can't go on runs with me once in a while. This would be a good one to start with."
"Ok," she said simply.
"Yeah?" Daryl thought it would take more convincing.
"Yeah." Carol's expression changed. "How long do we have?"
"About half an hour," he replied.
"Mmm, plenty of time," she said, dropping the sheet she was clutching. Carol reached out to him and once again he was lost in her eyes in a matter of seconds.
Carol took a quick shower before they left. She thought about everything that had happened in the last 24 hours. From fighting to making up to finally having sex everything had combined to create the best night of her life. Other than the late night Sophia was born, of course.
She felt a tenderness in areas of her body that had been neglected for a long time. It was a constant reminder of the pleasure that had caused the pain.
When Carol was ready she tucked a gun into her waistband and strapped a knife to her hip. She was nervous about her first run, even though the plan was to stay in the car the whole time.
On the way to the car she shared smiles with Maggie and Glenn. She saw Rick teasing Daryl and heard him say something about Daryl having "the look." Daryl was punching him in the shoulder when she approached.
"Ready?" she asked. Carol saw Michonne and Tyreese leaning against the car, waiting.
"Yeah, I think... Oh Fuck," Daryl said, touching his hip. "I forgot my knife. Not used to carrying it lately, I guess."
"I'll get it, be right back," Carol said. She could feel both men watching her as she walked away.
Carol went to Daryl's cell, grabbed the knife and headed back outside. She ran into Hershel as she emerged. "I hear you're goin' on a run, with Daryl," he said. Carol noticed a twinkle in his eye and the hint of a smile on his lips. She realized in that moment, with absolute certainty, that Hershel was the reason her and Daryl were finally together.
"It was all you, from the start," she whispered.
Hershel smiled, "I figured even someone as stubborn as Daryl would see the light in 6 to 8 weeks."
Carol hugged him. "All this time I thought Maggie was the match maker in the family, but now I see she learned from the best." Hershel chuckled. "I've gotta go, they're waiting for me," Carol said, releasing him. "But can I direct your attention to 3 o'clock?" She looked over her shoulder to direct Hershel's gaze. Bob was leaning up against the wall watching Sasha talk to a couple kids.
They shared a grin and Carol jogged towards the waiting car. She could see Daryl sitting in the driver's seat and her heart did a little flutter. Things would be different from now on. But it was a good kind of different. Carol slipped into the passenger's seat beside him. She touched the jasper and smiled. She knew it would be the best kind of different.