The Embrace | By : bonnyblonde Category: S through Z > The Walking Dead Views: 4558 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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And again, thank you to my beta RF who always hits one out of the park for me so far as beta reading/revising. She has been fab :) *~*~*~*~*~*~* Chapter 5 In the years following his mother's death, Daryl learned pretty damn quick that any kind of physical contact was something to be avoided. It had started after Merle had taken off to join the service, leaving Daryl as the last available target for their father's rage. If Daryl passed within arm's reach of their ol' man, it almost always resulted in a brutal whipping that left him unconscious and bleeding all over the floor. Any time he forgot about keeping his distance or staying carefully out of sight, he ended up paying a heavy price. There'd been no one willing to stand up to his father about what was happening, nobody who really gave a flyin' fuck about some battered kid from a dirt-poor backwoods family. As the months and then years passed and the abuse continued, he figured maybe those folks didn't bother doing anything to help him because they thought he deserved it. Worse yet, he came to believe that was true too, and maybe that was why he stayed for so long when anyone with a lick of sense would have hit the road long before. As his father often reminded him while beating Daryl to within an inch of his life, he only had himself to blame for not having his mom around to protect him anymore. If he'd just stayed home and looked after her instead of going off to play with his friends the day that she'd been too drunk to know she'd set her bed on fire, he would have been around to put out the flames and save her life. By the time Merle got kicked outta the military and came back home, Daryl had stopped blaming himself and instead turned responsibility for his miserable fuckin' life back onto his mother. She had always gone on about how much she loved him, had hugged him close and called him her beautiful blue-eyed boy, but what she felt for him clearly hadn't been strong enough to keep her from committing suicide with cheap wine and smokes. Daryl got why she'd want to escape through drinking – she had borne the brunt of his father's fury for far longer than either of her sons did – but the fact that she would kill herself knowing she was leaving them behind to face that hell on their own had been far more devastating in the end than anything his father had done. Why didn't she just take him and Merle and leave? Hadn't they been worth saving? For years he wore that anger like a bullet-proof vest – besides Merle, no one was allowed anywhere near him. Every gesture of friendship or affection was met with suspicion and bitterness...not that there were a lot of those gestures, but he sure as hell wasn't willing to let someone close enough to rip his heart out again. He'd believed without a doubt that his brother was the only one who'd ever cared about him in the least and as far as he was concerned, that was just fine. But who he'd been before everything had gone to shit – that kid who was so desperate to be loved, desperate to be held and cherished again – well, he'd never really disappeared. He'd just been hiding, waiting for someone who could see past the anger in him, who would understand his pain and heal his wounds. Someone who wouldn't betray his trust. And against all odds, he'd actually found her...ironically, though, it had taken the world coming to an end for it to happen. Getting to know Carol and seeing what she'd gone through with her dickhead husband helped him finally understand all that his mother had endured. He realized that his mom hadn't wanted to leave him, had in fact loved him just as much as Carol had loved Sophia. The fact was that there'd been nowhere for either woman to go, no money for them to run away and, in the end, no place they could have gone that would have been safe. His father had made his mother believe that she was every bit as worthless and helpless as he made her feel, and in the end the only way she could deal with it was by drinking herself into a stupor. He had to let all that stuff go, had to forgive his mom at last for something that wasn't her fault at all. Besides, there was no room left in his heart now for all of those old hurts. Daryl lay on his back with Carol nestled against him, her cheek resting over his heart and her legs entwined with his. There was shelter in her arms, he thought, absently skimming his fingertips over her freckled shoulder. After years of not letting another human being lay a hand on him, all he wanted now was the sensation of Carol's fingers on his skin and the warmth of her body against his. It was about so much more than sex, 'though just the thought of what it was like when their bodies had joined instantly jacked up his heart rate and sent blood rushing to all the right places again. Touching her, having her touch him…he knew at long last what it was like to be safe. Grounded. Loved. This was what 'home' probably felt like for normal people. Carol stretched and sighed softly, her breath a wispy caress across his chest as she ran her fingers lightly over his skin. "You okay?" she asked. "You've been so quiet." "Better than okay," he murmured, rolling onto his side and shifting position until they were face to face. There wasn't much light left in the room now that the sun had started to set, but it was enough for him to make out the undisguised affection on her face. He lightly trailed his hand over the valley of her waist and then along the rise of her thigh, grinning at her. "Better than ever, actually." Her eyes sparkled with happiness beneath the dark fringe of her eyelashes. "It suits you, you know." "What suits me?" "That smile," she said, gently tracing his bottom lip with the pad of her thumb before she leaned in and gave him a lingering kiss. "I think the whole time I've known you, I've seen a genuine smile on your face maybe twice. It's nice...even nicer to think I might have had something to do with it." "Everything to do with it," Daryl corrected as he kissed her in return, loving how soft and yielding her mouth became the instant their lips met. She gasped quietly when his tongue sought out hers, and he caressed the delicate flesh inside her mouth with long, drawn-out strokes that soon had them both clutching at one another with renewed longing. The first time with her had been nothing short of astounding, better than he'd ever imagined it could be. She'd shown him patience, kindness and warmth...well, what had he expected? That's who she was; he'd seen proof of that in a thousand ways for as long as the group had been together. What he hadn't expected was how hot their passion would burn once ignited, how freeing it would be to reveal the truth of what they truly felt for one another, how she became even more beautiful as she gave herself over to physical pleasure. He'd done that to her, made her cry out in bliss...him. Part of Daryl couldn't quite bring himself to believe it...Christ, what he knew about pleasin' a woman could be written up on the inside of a matchbook cover, with room to spare. When the two of them had finally come together, however, the shared intensity had been breathtaking, all consuming, and utterly undeniable. He wanted to experience that just once more before he had to leave, desperately wanted to give her a memory at least as powerful as the one she'd given him. At least then they'd both have something to think of in those dark, quiet moments when they couldn't be together. He felt Carol tremble as he skimmed his fingers along the soft skin on the inside of her thigh and she parted her legs, welcoming his tentative caress. At first he wasn't sure if she would want him again so soon, or if what he was doing would make her feel even half as crazy with lust as he already was. When he touched her between her legs, though, her breath caught in her throat and she rocked herself against his hand. Fire rolled through his blood in response and he quickly grew so achingly stiff that he groaned out loud. Her wet heat against his palm and the heady scent of her need made it increasingly difficult to focus on anything but taking her again… now…, but Daryl wanted to be sure the time was right. The last thing he wanted was to embarrass himself by rushing things before she was ready or worse yet, cause her pain. He reluctantly broke their kiss so he could watch her expression as he slid his fingers past her sparse, furled hair and further into her slick, hot folds, gently fondling her. When he brushed his thumb over the tight little bead hidden at the top of her cleft, her eyes suddenly flew wide open and she dug her fingernails into the hard flesh of his arm. He hastily tried to withdraw, with the awful certainty that he'd done something wrong, but before he could pull away completely, she clamped her fingers around his wrist with surprising strength and halted his retreat. "Yes, there...please," Carol whimpered, her eyes fluttering closed as she moved against him again in a slow but unmistakable tempo. "It feels so good when you touch me there...my lord..." His own need hammered through his veins with such force that he felt light-headed, but to have her lose control just from what he was doing now...fuck, he would gladly put off his own satisfaction forever if he could push her over the edge and watch her fly. Daryl buried his face in the crook of her neck, kissing away the faintly salty droplets of perspiration that dotted her skin. "Ya gonna come for me, girl?" he growled against her shoulder, slowly slipping his fingers down along her slick cleft and back again, making her buck her hips each time. Carol cried out and fisted a hand in his hair, holding him close as she thrust against his fingers. His rigid cock jerked against her stomach whenever she pumped against his palm and he couldn't help but echo her movements, pressing himself with growing urgency over and over against the smooth softness of her belly. Her chest rose and fell against his with each ragged pant, her hard nipples rubbing his chest as she clung to him and submitted eagerly to his increasingly forceful attentions. "Kiss me now," she demanded with a husky whisper, and he lifted his head to do as she asked, taking possession of her lips with a hunger so strong that it almost frightened him. He could feel her pulse thrumming between her legs, her blood surging rhythmically against his knuckles as he pushed a finger up into her tight little opening. He caught her scream in his mouth as it burst from her lungs, kissing her more gently as her limbs locked up and she convulsed in waves around his finger. She was still shaking and quivering with delicious little aftershocks when he rolled over to cover her body with his and bury himself to the hilt inside of her with a deep, penetrating plunge. She moaned and flexed weakly against him but he knew he couldn't even begin to move, caught as he was in her rippling, velvety grip. If he so much as twitched, it would be over all too soon for both of them, and he sure as hell wasn't having that. Daryl dropped his forehead to her breast, panting hoarsely against her hot, damp skin and muscles tensing as he summoned every ounce of restraint he had while he felt her climax gradually begin to wane. Almost as if she was deliberately testing his self-discipline, Carol dragged her fingernails down the sway of his back to caress the swell of his ass, tracing delicate patterns on his taut skin that had his eyes rolling back in ecstasy. Despite being dangerously close to coming, he couldn't help but grind against her, the soft haven of her body too tempting to resist for long. He slid his hand down her thigh to her knee, lifting her leg over his hip so he could drive himself deeper. Her breath shuddered as it left her lungs and she writhed helplessly beneath him as she sank her nails into buttocks. The stinging pain only further fed his hunger and he rode her hard, half-afraid of hurting her but completely unable to hold himself back any longer. She met him stroke for jarring stroke, and he could feel the sweet, telltale spasms grasping at his cock that signalled her building orgasm. He raised his head and cupped her cheek in his hand, holding her so he could watch as she lost herself in pleasure yet again. "Look at me," he hissed, his teeth clenched as he felt the now familiar burn in his belly and rising pressure growing in his balls. "Carol, please..." She lifted her heavy lids and gradually focused on him. He groaned to see the adoration on her face, knowing in his heart that he wasn't nearly good enough for her but wanting to believe that he could be if he just had enough time to prove himself. "Daryl..." she rasped, her breath jagged as she started to seize up around him. "Oh God...I love you, you have to know that..." His release hit him with shocking suddenness and he cried out as he shot himself into her with long, almost agonizing bursts. Carol pushed herself against him, arching up and mewling as she willingly took everything he had to give her. Daryl slumped against her as they gasped for air, burying his face in the hollow of her throat where her pulse still raced wildly. If there had been any doubts about the strength of his feelings for this beautiful, tender woman, this new intimacy had crushed them for good. No woman – no one –had given him what Carol had and he could do nothing less than give her everything he had in return. Sure, doing so might open him up to a world of hurt down the road, but he had to either let her in all the way or keep her out completely, and since there was no way he was going to let her slip away...well, the decision had been made. Loath to pull away from her warmth but mindful of how heavy he must be, he rolled off of her and stretched out at her side, tugging her back against him so that that her ass was nestled in his lap and his arm was slung over her hip. They laid together in silence for a time, and he savoured the comfortable quiet of the moment. He could think of nothing to say, at any rate...what they'd done, what they'd shared, had said it all. It was too good to last, of course. From the cell block down the stairs and around the corner, Daryl could hear the growing rumble of voices and clatter of weapons as the others began preparing for the rescue mission. The time that he and Carol had managed to steal away was running out. "They're going to come looking for you soon," Carol whispered sadly, weaving her fingers through his and kissing his knuckles. "Guess I'd better think about getting back, then," he sighed in disappointment, pulling her closer so she fit even more snugly against him. He nuzzled the nape of her neck, closing his eyes as he inhaled her scent and wishing with everything he had that he didn't have to leave her. Not now, not after they'd finally found one another in this way. He wanted to swear to Carol that he'd be safe, to reassure her and say the rescue would go smoothly and they'd all be none the worse for wear when everything was said and done. Both of them knew better, however...and she'd never ask him to make a promise they both knew might be impossible for him to keep. Too many members of their group had already fallen in shocking and unexpected ways. And while he liked to think that he could handle pretty much any situation just fine, it wasn't only himself that he had to look out for any more. Carol shifted, turning over until she met his eyes again. She kissed him softly and then leaned her brow against his. "Wherever you go, you'll be taking my heart with you," she said quietly, laying her palm against his cheek. 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