The drive back was long and quiet. After what happened with Bob we all didn't want to talk much. At least we didn't have anything good to say. We knew the prison was in trouble and we had to hurry. Michonne drove as fast as she could but we were still pretty far out. I ended up falling asleep in the back seat of the van. When I woke up we were back at the prison. The sound of gunshots is what woke me up. It was dark and we could see a fence was down. We stopped the car just inside the gates and got out.

"Sasha? How's Sasha?" Ty asked Rick and he shook his head.

"I don't know. I'm sorry." He responded and Ty backed down. Daryl handed him the bag with the meds.

"Get in there. We got this." Daryl told him and Ty ran into the prison.

"Come on little bird." Daryl told me and I grabbed my crossbow and followed him. We stood at the fences and took out some walkers while cleaning up the rest that had already been killed.

"Guess the fence finally gave in." I told Daryl as we finished with the walker clean up.

"We knew it was goin' come down at some point." Daryl said as we walked back into the prison.

"I'm going to head to bed. Night Dixon." I said heading to my cell but I was stopped by a hand on my waist.

"You ain't going without me. We still have something to continue from the forest." Daryl whispered into my neck. I smiled and took his hand and dragged him into my cell. I had just closed the cell door and Daryl's hands were back on my hips.

"I'm sorry little bird." He said and I took both our crossbows and set them down and placed my hands on his chest.

"You have all night to make it up to me." I whispered into his ear and his lip attached to the spot behind my ear and I moaned.

"Fuck I missed those sounds." He groaned into my neck. I gently pushed his back, colliding softly with the cold stone of the cell wall. Seconds later, I was on my knees undoing the zipper to his jeans, wasting no time in looping my fingers into both the waistband of his jeans, and the band of his boxers. I slowly pulled them down, lower and lower past his hips until his heavy swollen cock sprung free. Holy fucking shit was he huge. Thick and smooth, the head already swollen and leaking. I finished pulling his jeans down until they reached his ankles. Looking up through my eyelashes, I saw his head tilted down watching me. Those blue eye were fiercely burning with lust, and his lips had parted in an effort to suck in more air.

I rose up a little higher, pressing my lips to the patch of neatly trimmed curls before following a trail lower, and then dragging my tongue up the underside of his cock, over that swollen vein that made me positively feral. Daryl's hands flew into my hair, a barely restrained groan rising from his chest and he muttered, "Shit - shit."

I was barely able to restrain the grin I had, my tongue darted our into the tiny slit, gathering that little bead of precum and then I took him into my mouth, inch by inch. He was heavy, hot in my mouth and the velvety feel of his skin against my tongue and teeth was something I might just die to feel again.

I kept him still for a second, really wanting to draw this out for him - and because the weight of him against my jaw was sending floods of pleasure between my thighs and I knew the black panties was already drenched.

Daryl twitched, both inside my mouth and out and he tugged a little on my hair. "Baby, you gotta move - please, move."

Had this been a normal day; I might have let him suffer a little longer. But this was about finally getting what I had been craving for so long. And I knew he needed this just as much as I did. So I granted his wish and began to bob my head up and down.

His soft moans were a symphony to my ears, a song I quickly learned the rhythm of as I moved faster, hollowing my cheeks now and then so he felt the drag of my wet, warm cheeks. His moans turned into curses when I reached up to toy with his balls, massaging them just slightly as I dragged my lower teeth against the vein.

He jerked forward, the head of his cock hitting the back of my throat suddenly, "Fuck, sorry darlin', I didn't mean to-"

His apologies were almost stammered, but I swiftly cut him off with a sinful moan. The mere feeling of him, the pressure of him pushing against my throat nearly made me explode there and then. My eyes rolled back slightly, hips rocking against nothing by instinct and fingers digging into his thighs.

Daryl swore softly under his breath, his voice nothing more than a broken whisper, "You - you liked that?"

Nodding around him, I pulled all the way off briefly, "Yes." I gasped the word, pumping him with my hand a few times before taking him in my mouth again, sucking him with all the force of someone eating a five star meal. I devoured him, setting a relentless pattern of kitten licks, hollowing my cheeks and licking that throbbing vein. I let him brush the back of my throat a few times, never gagging, only crying out with pleasure at the press of him. And Daryl's moans... God, I could listen to the symphony he was making for the rest of my life.

Wanting more, more of those delicious moans and growls from him, I relaxed the muscles in my throat, pushing him down all the way until my nose was once again brushing his curls. It was hard to distinguish my moan from his, the way his hands yanked hard in my hair, my fingers digging into his ass cheeks to force him deeper down my throat. I took a deep breath in through my nose, moaning at the heady scent of him as it pervaded my senses.

More,- I wanted to take him deeper and deeper until I couldn't speak tomorrow without feeling him there. I slid a hand down, grasping his balls once again and I palmed them, massaging and tugging them as I shook my head lightly against him, making him rock against my windpipe.

"Fuck!" Daryl's head tilted back against the concrete wall, his rough moan bouncing off the cell walls and his legs trembled, signaling how close he was, how thoroughly I was hauling him toward that edge.

I felt his balls tighten in my hand, felt how close he was so I squeezed them harder and at the same time, swallowed around his thick length. A broken version of my name echoed in the small room around me. Both his hands were tightening in my hair so fiercely, I feared he might snap a bone.

"Shit, shit-" His hips jerked forward and then he shattered apart, exploding in hot ropes down my throat. I heard him mutter a very heavy accented apology, but I didn't care, I could care because honestly he tasted divine.

I drew back slowly, pumping him a few times with my free hand until he was gasping in a ragged breath, his legs threatening to give way, so with a gentle judge, I moved him over back onto the bed. He plopped down weakly, watching with wide eyes as I lifted my head, wiping the corner of my mouth with a feline grin. "Darlin', that was-"

I pressed a finger to his lips, cutting him off, "Oh, no no. I'm not done with you yet, Dixon." I quickly got rid of his shirt, revealing the broad plane of his shoulder and chest and then I used him up the bed. As he lay back, I climbed on top of him, rising up on my knees. "I think we've both been interrupted enough that this is going to last all fucking night. And I expect to have issues walking straight in the morning."

And that was when Daryl Dixon fucking growled, deep guttural with a hint of need. A sound of pure carnal need and anticipation. I grinned at him, pulling my shirt off and reaching behind my chest to unclasp my bra, before sliding it from my shoulders and throwing it to the side of the room. Daryl was quick to reach up, grasping my breasts. Both our moans echoed in tandem, especially when he tightened his hands, squeezing and pulling at the soft flesh.

"So beautiful..." He mumbled the words lowly, his voice a rough rasp and his ministrations caused me to arch my back further into his touch, allowing myself a moment of pleasure. But not for too long, because I was soaked through my panties, I might as well have been dripping down my thighs at this point. Dropping a hand, I moved my panties to the side, before gliding my fingers through my glistening folds.

"All of this is for you, Daryl. Because of the forest and how good you tasted in my mouth." I moaned delicately, eyelashes fluttering as I circled my clit a few times, "How thick you were in my throat." I gathered some of my wetness on my finger tips, before pressing them to Daryl's lips, "See..."

He wasted no time in drawing my fingers into his mouth, dragging his teeth along the skin and cleaning every single millimeter. He seemed determined to pay me back, to try and make me feel some of the desperation he had felt. I let it go, only because of the combination of his hands pulling at my nipples and his hot tongue sliding between my fingers. I lowered down, resting over his already hardened length before dragging up and down it a few times, coating him in my slick. Low moans came from my throat, my eyes fluttering closed as I rocked against him, waiting for him to recover for round two.

He groaned around my fingers, earning me a muffled, "Baby." In an impatient tone as he twitched underneath me, hard and throbbing again. I gave in. Grasping his cock, before rising up and then lowering back down, taking him in. Every single damn inch of him. The stretch of my walls was painfully delicious he was much bigger than Rick was, making me throw my head back and cry out softly, a low keen until I was seated on his thighs again. He was buried to the hilt inside of me and I could feel him everywhere. In my belly, in my toes, in my spine even.

Daryl arched off the bed, teeth clamping down on my fingers and his hands tightening on my breasts, before falling to my thighs where his finger tips dug into the soft flesh, "Fucking hell." He gasped in a breath, lowering his head, "Look at me." The words were choked as I dropped my chin, meeting his eyes and the look in them nearly floored me. Near midnight blue with desire and lust, but they glinted like the night sky, full of admiration and adoration for me. Complete and utter adoration.

I stayed where I was for a second, speechless from the look of unbarred emotion on his face as the pair of us adjusted. Daryl soon swallowed, croaking again. "Move, darling' - please, move."

I didn't need to be told twice. I rose up off him a few inches, before dropping back down with enough force to sear my spine in half. I quickly set an earth shattering pace, rising up before sinking back down, his hip rising to meet mine and push that little bit further inside. Once again, the room filled with the scent of sex, the symphony of our bodies gliding with each other, mixed with Daryl's rough moans and muttering and my keening cries.

His hands grasped my hips, tight enough to bruise, but I didn't care. I wanted to be marked, I wanted to feel him tomorrow. And I wanted to mark him too. I dropped down over his body, bringing him for a messy, deep kiss that was all stroking tongues and teeth. He groaned into my mouth when I rotated my hips around him, this new angle causing my clit to drag against his firm muscles and rough curls. The sensation was absolutely mind-blowing, and I took my mouth from his to bite at his jaw and neck, swearing against his hot skin. "Fucking hell, Daryl, you feel so good. You have no idea how good you feel - filling me up. So big-" The words were stumbled, broken sentences but I knew he understood them because he matched them. Telling me how tight I was. How deep I was taking him. How good I looked fucking myself and taking what I deserved - it was all mine.

I soon felt the pressure build in my lower back and belly, at the same time Daryl's hips were snapping up into mine with more urgency. Quickly, I dragged myself back to sit up, and began riding him with a wild abandon. His left hand came up to mine, giving me something to anchor on as I fucked him relentlessly, making both of us cry out with wordless groans of ecstasy.

To Daryl, I looked like - no, I was a goddess. My body moving with carnal grace, head thrown back and those gorgeous moans and curses falling from my parted lips. To him... there would never be a more beautiful sigh.

Just as I began to grind my hips in circles with each downward motion, words started to spill from those plush lips, like he wasn't in control, everything he ever wanted to say spilling out. "You have no idea how many times I wanted to rip someone's head off for interrupting us. Or when Rick would touch you for too long. His hand all over you - they shouldn't ever be there. You shouldn't be touched like that." I realized then Daryl saw my secret moments with Rick. Or when he was ignoring me and Rick was still dealing with his Michonne thing. He and I were inseparable. And Daryl saw it all.

His lips parted wider for a moment, his hips thrusting up to meet my circular motions and it make the head of his cock thud against that spot deep inside of me, sending shockwaves through my spine. My whimpering plea spurred him on, kept him hitting that spot with hard pressure that threatened to tear me to pieces, "You're a goddess - Not a fucking piece of arm candy. The sigh of him touching you-" Daryl snarled, pulling me down hard on his dick for a second, taking the opportunity to rotate his own hips this time, "That should be me. Worshipping you. Not him."

I looked down through hazed eyes, like I was seeing all of this with a fresh gaze. Daryl was already a mess beneath me, his head tilted back, and the line of his throat held tight. His dark hair was a mess, ruffled up all over his forehead and the pillows. He looked beautiful.

Daryl's hips were starting to lose rhythm as he jerked up into me, but he never failed to repeatedly hit that spot again and again. We both chased down our orgasms, and with one final grind of my hips, one final sharp jerk of his own, we fell to pieces in tandem. Daryl's back arched, freezing as he spurted his hot load up inside me, at the same time my walls clenched around him, milking him for everything he had as our combined wetness slipped down his balls, making a mess of his skin and the bed.

Light exploded across my vision, my blood was roaring in my ears and I couldn't move, my body was completely boneless. I was truly spent, muscles twitching with aftershocks and I only just noticed Daryl coaxing me to lay down next to him. I faded in and out of a warm haze, registering a cold cloth gliding between my legs, over flushed skin. "I love you, little bird."

The soft words underlined with that oh-so familiar rasp brought me rushing back to the present with a love sick smile. "I love you too, Dixon."

My lips curled into a smile and Daryl kissed my lips softly before pulling me into his arms. I had the best sleep that I had in a long time because of him. I missed him and I was glad to have him back. I slept listening to his heartbeat and small snores with a smile on my face.

The next morning we woke up early to fix the fence Daryl was extremely loving this morning. You know what I mean. Once we got outside he gave me one last kiss on the neck and put back his stone face. It was cute. I saw a part of Daryl that he would never in a hundred years let anyone see. I loved him. Daryl, Ty, and myself had gotten the truck to fix the torn down fence. We saw Hershel when we got out and Ty asked about Glen while I got to work. Later that afternoon Rick said he needed to talk to Daryl and asked if I would come along to keep things as calm as possible. Whatever that meant.

"Daryl, I found out who killed Karen. It was Carol. She confessed to everything." Rick told us and I was quite frankly not surprised but Daryl seemed worried.

"Well where is she?" Daryl asked, well less of an ask and more of a demand.

"Daryl, you need to calm down okay." I placed my hand on his shoulder trying to comfort him as best I could.

"I told her she couldn't come back. I left her out there." Rick looked at the ground almost like he was ashamed of the choice he had made. That was all it took to set Daryl off. He started pacing and I could see the wheels in his head spinning.

"Man, you couldn't have waited till we got back?" Daryl questioned Rick's choice to protect us all.

"Until Tyreese got back?" Rick told him a little more matter of factly. I realized then he left her out there to protect her. Not to kill her.

"I could've handled that." Daryl snapped back.

"Like the last time you two handled it? Yeah I'm sure that would have worked out great for us Daryl." I crossed my arms over my chest wishing he would see it for what it really was and not for what he thought it was.

"She killed two of our own. She couldn't be here." Rick spoke softly but with the leader mentality. I knew he was trying to hold this place, our people together. He was doing the best he could with what he had. I was proud of him for that, he was slowly becoming a good leader despite the questionable choices sometimes. But that was why we made the counsel. Daryl, he was worried about Carol. I don't care what anyone says or what he says. There is something with them. Whether it's platonic or not. He cared about her a lot and I could see that in his eyes and I think Rick saw it too.

"She's gonna be all right. She has a car, supplies, weapons. She's a survivor." Rick was trying to comfort Daryl and it was working before he brought up that she was a survivor. And Carol was, she was one of the strongest women I knew but, she was also harsh, cruel, and down right up to kill anyone for any reason. Those types of people will pull through anything and come out the other side ten times stronger but, they are also the people who are ticking time bombs waiting to blow up and they will take anyone around them down with them.

"Stop saying that like you don't believe it." Daryl snapped and I stepped in the way gently placing my hands flush on his chest slowly pushing him back to calm the situation.

"Daryl, he knows she is. We all do. She will be just fine. You need to trust that she is safe on her own." I told him knowing it wasn't what he wanted to hear but it was the facts and those were easier to swallow than a handful of lies.

"She did it. She said it was for us. That's how it was in her head. She wasn't sorry." Rick explained more and Daryl knew that she had changed but he didn't want to believe that she could be a cold blooded killer. But I saw it the day she lost Sophia.

"Man, that's her, but that ain't her." Daryl said and Rick and I knew exactly what he meant. I sighed thinking about what she was leaving behind. Then it hit me like a truck. The two girls who looked up to her like a mother.

"Rick, what are we supposed to do about those two girls?" I turned and faced him. Possibilities ran through my mind. Maybe give them to another family. Have one of us look after them.

"I told her we'd look after them." Rick answered and I nodded leaning against the railing and Daryl rested his arm along it next to me, his head falling as he leaned over. I could hear him taking a deep breath. I knew this breath, it was loss and frustration. He had lost another person he cared for.