By evening, the party had come across an old Georgia plantation house that was perched on a hill, overlooking the quaint little town of "Magnolia", nestled safely at the bottom. Since the villa was located on top of a hill, the angle provided them with an excellent vantage point. They could see a herd coming for a mile and they would be long gone before the walkers could drag themselves to the top. They had pulled over to the side while Daryl and Rick had discussed the possibility of staying, and had quickly agreed that this would be the case. it would be as good a place as any to spend the night, maybe even more so if things looked promising. Carol loosened her arms around Daryl's waist as the convoy stopped. He looked up at the villa and smiled. It was absolutely fascinating. It was white with black shutters and had four columns gracing the facade. There was also a wraparound balcony overhead. The front door was centered, with a decorative crown, and a giant magnolia tree sat in front of the house, providing it with shade. A house of this size was bound to be overloaded with supplies. He couldn't help but wonder if perhaps they had found a permanent place to stay. Carol returned her attention to Daryl as he jerked his arms away from her waist. He lowered the bike stand and moved to get off. “Stay here, I'll go help clean up.” He growled as he grabbed the crossbow from the front of the bike. Carol looked at him, noticing that frown on his face. His smile faded. "Oh...o...ok." She replied, stumbling over her words. She watched him walk away like a fury. Did he do something wrong? Maybe he was just being polite when he asked her if she wanted to go for a ride with him? Was it a burden to him? To say it was like... middle of paper... he raised his head and looked at her face as he gently pinched her nipples. She was red and feverish, panting hard. The moment their eyes met, his eyes blazed. Carol brought her hands to his shirt, her fingers clumsy and fumbling as she tried to unbutton his shirt. "Fuck you!" He murmured as he unzipped the fabric, sending the buttons flying across the room, exposing his muscular chest. She slid his shirt down his arms, letting it flutter to the floor. Daryl lowered his head and bit gently on her neck, leading her backwards towards the dresser that sat at the far end of the room. Daryl growled at the moaning sound she made when she gently sucked on his pulse point. With one hand, he raked the items covering the top of the dresser, sending it crashing to the floor. He wrapped his arms around her slim waist, lifting her until she was sitting on top.