So the premise of this story is that Daryl and Beth meet when she's 18 and he's 30 while they're at the beach. This story is actually based on a true story and it needed a voice and so here we are. It's based on the premise of soul mates and how sometimes you can meet that one person you're destined to be with and then life intervenes and mistakes and circumstances happen that keep them apart but once in a blue moon, the stars line up once more and maybe just maybe there's a chance for that love to bud and grow all over again. Hope you enjoy this story. It will have 3-4 parts. I have plans to update my other stories soon starting with Naked and Afraid.
Beth Greene stood on the beach, toes digging in the sand, wind whipping at her hair and practically willed the man in the moon to hear her plea once and for all.
She had found him. The one. And right here at Myrtle Beach where her family had come for vacation.
She marveled at the man before her. Daryl Dixon. His name had such a familiar sound to it though she had only known him 6 days. They'd met on her first day here. He was down with his brother Merle though they'd not seen much of him this week. Thank God, because Maggie didn't like him much. She didn't approve of Daryl at first either but Beth had forced them to meet and sit and talk and after Maggie saw how he was with Beth, she totally got it.
The sister pact had been enacted and Maggie had been covering for her ever since so she could sneak out to be with Daryl and spend every possible second with him. She was surprised Maggie had complied. She was her big sister and very protective. They couldn't even tell Shawn about Daryl. He would want to immediately kick his ass no matter the circumstance.
Beth had had to twist her arm a tiny bit, maybe. Even though Maggie was older, their parents were old fashioned and Beth knew enough on Maggie to bury her for life where their Daddy was concerned.
He was staying in the hotel next door to hers and she was going up to get a bite for lunch when he'd been coming down to the beach. Her hat had flown into the wind and he retrieved it for her. They'd said a shy hello and she'd giggled while he placed her hat back on her head. Then, they'd just stood there talking and she'd forgotten all about being hungry or anything else in the world besides him.
After that they became inseparable: Walking on the beach hand in hand. Laughing because she'd just kicked his ass at skeeball again. Going to the Pavilion, the local amusement park, and taking the Ferris wheel to the top and looking out over all the people. Sometimes they made up stories about people they saw; wondering where they were going and what they were doing. It was sort of a game they had.
Daryl's fingers were threaded through hers and she ran her thumb over his and looked up at him. His hair was falling over one eye and he's what her momma would call devastatingly handsome. Her heart tripped in her chest as he turned her in the sand to face him and into his very essence. He pulled her into his arms, one hand at her hip and the other at her shoulder and whispered her name. "Beth." It came out so gruff and so full of need and her heart surged into her throat.
Her eyes met his crystalline blue eyes, shimmering in the moonlight and she was lost. In the best kind of way. "Daryl." She breathed back.
He brought one hand up to the side of her face, fingers skating across her cheek to rest on the side of her head; the other came up to her elbow, his thumb grazing her skin as she felt goosebumps erupt all over her body; what he could do to her with just one touch.
He was going to kiss her. Finally.
She tilted her head back just as he dipped his head to hers, his lips meeting hers softly at first. Tentative little pecks against her lips. She knew he would be like this. He was 30 years old and she knew he had little experience with women because he'd confided that in her the first night when he was harping about their age difference.
But that argument was over as he turned his head slightly, slotting his lips over hers more fully, his tongue probing her lips and she submitted herself to him, her lips parting of their own free will. His tongue swept in past her lips and slid alongside hers and she sighed into his mouth.
He had an answering groan before he deepened the kiss further. The wind was still whipping her hair about, but he was doing a pretty good job of keeping it out of the way, his hands coming up to either side of her face, weaving his fingers through her hair as she wound her arms around his back, caressing him through his shirt.
She felt a shudder run through him as he poured his all into their kiss and Beth didn't think her feet were touching the ground any longer. She was swept away in all that was Daryl Dixon and she didn't care if she ever returned. They could stay here locked in this moment forever.
Slowly, his kiss turned softer, more sure with long slow sweeps of his tongue against hers. She was dizzy and breathless and she never wanted this feeling to stop.
Finally, he broke away, his chest heaving and he leaned his forehead against hers. "What are you trying to do to me, girl?" He said gruffly.
She leaned back to look at him and grinned. "Me?" She giggled. "That was one hell of a first kiss, Daryl Dixon."
She smiled up at him and saw the corners of his eyes turn up in a smile just as it reached his lips. Then just as quickly it disappeared and was replaced by that familiar scowl of his.
"I can't believe you have to leave tomorrow." He said the blue of his eyes clouding up at bit like it always did when he was deep in thought about something. She'd gotten so she could read him pretty well.
She fought to keep her voice light-hearted when she spoke. "You're gonna miss me so bad when I'm gone Daryl Dixon." What she was really saying was she was going to miss him too. Terribly and her heart constricted at the thought of them having to say goodbye tomorrow.
"You bet your sweet ass I am." He chuckled back and she blushed to her toe tips at the mention of her ass.
He pulled on her hand and they walked over to the dunes, and sat down in between two large ones, sea oats and cat-o-nine tails flanking either side of them. It had become their favorite spot on the beach where they spent most of their time when they weren't at the Pavilion goofing off and playing video games.
"I love you Beth." He'd first spoken those words to her after she confessed them to him two nights ago and she didn't think she'd ever tire of hearing him say it.
"I love you too, Daryl." She whispered and they went back to kissing again. This time his kisses were more demanding. Passionate. And she was overtaken. Her body was responding in ways that it hadn't ever with other boys. Men. Daryl was most definitely not a boy. Not with the way he was kissing her right now and making her want things she had never wanted before.
He dipped his head to her neck and placed small kisses over the collar of her neck and up to the base of her ear. His voice so gruff and gravelly was nearly her undoing. "You smell so fuckin' good all the time."
He had such a way with words this man and if she hadn't been sitting already she knew her knees would have given out.
"You do too." She breathed back, tilting her neck to give him better access. She felt a wetness gathering between her thighs and she absolutely ached for him to touch her everywhere at once. She was a virgin but she felt like with this man, she might want to change that. In time.
For now she was enyoying the feeling of his lips on her skin. She brought her fingers up to his chest, toying with the fabric of his t-shirt, letting her fingers graze his muscled form. He groaned into her ear and pressed himself against her.
They were all tangled up in each other and sand was everywhere but Beth didn't give a flying flip about any of it as she leaned up and pressed her lips to his, her tongue probing his mouth this time and they were then laying back in the sand. His hands came up to her hips, fingers just barely grazing her ass as she laid sideways against him, kissing him, her tongue melding with his.
She wiggled herself against him, trying to tell him that she wanted more. She barely breathed as he dragged his palm slowly up her body, caressing her everywhere he touched and brought his fingers up to her chest, barely palming it. She arched her back and pressed herself into his hand and they both groaned as he found his target.
Rods of pleasure shot through her as Daryl lightly tweaked her nipple through her clothes. She just wanted to be naked with this man and the thought shocked her and thrilled her equally. She had never felt this way about anyone.
Time folded in on itself as it always did when they were together, but this night was different. Maybe it was that she was leaving tomorrow and they did not know when they would see each other again. Maybe it was because they'd waited days for this moment. But there was an urgency there that wasn't there before. Her shirt was now rucked up around her middle as his fingers splayed across her belly, thumb stroking lightly while his tongue was laving at her mouth. Her fingers toyed at his waistband knowing if her fingers crept any further south there wouldn't be any turning back. She knew it within her soul that they were treading a very fine line here.
Their kisses were hungry and scorched her lips and it would forever be seared into her mind how his intoxicating scent filled up her senses as he kissed the very breath out of her. She needed to stop this but she also didn't want to. It was the headiest thing she'd ever felt.
All at once, it was him pulling away. His lips were off hers and he straightened out her shirt, replacing it to rest over her cut-off shorts once more. He sat up and raked a hand through his hair then down the scruff of his beard. "Fucking hell." He whispered. Then looked at her.
And they both burst into laughter at the state they were in. His hair was unkempt and all over his head. His face was red and his chest was heaving. She was much the same way and she hated to think what her hair was doing. He reached over and smoothed one palm down the side of her head, taming the tresses that were blowing in her face.
"You're so goddamned beautiful. What are doing with an old man like me?" She groaned and rolled her eyes at his age old argument.
"Because I love you, silly. That's why. And you're not old." She said with a soft smile as she ran one hand over the scruff of his beard and tugged on the end lightly. "You're distinguished." Her heart tripped in her chest. "So damn sexy." She said and added a sly little grin for good measure. It felt good being cheeky with him like this.
He playfully butted her elbow. "Not as sexy as you are Beth Greene." He said gruffly and then dipped his head to hers for a light kiss.
"We should do something." She said. "Else I'm gonna let you take off all my clothes right here in this sand dune." She laughed but it was true nonetheless.
"Ain't gonna have your first time being out here. I'd never be able to live with myself." He said simply and she knew that to be just as true as how bad she wanted him.
Her stomach let out a growl and she laughed as his eyes met hers. "Let's get something to eat in you. All skin and bones." He said as he stood up and reached his hand down to pull her up beside him.
They brushed the sand off them the best they could and headed for the Pavilion, the lights blinking in the distance. The waves were crashing too loud but Beth knew the carousel was spinning and playing its waltz before they ever got there.
They ordered cheese fries and nachos and sat outside on the boardwalk and talked about what total crap food it was but also how delicious and she'd seemed to work up quite an appetite making out with Daryl. She blushed as she thought about all the places his hands had been not fifteen minutes ago.
"Want to go ride the ferris wheel?" He suggested and she nodded eagerly as they went hand in hand towards the ride. Once they'd waited their turn, they sat inside the car that would take them to the top looking out over the Pavilion. Daryl barely waited for them to ascend halfway in the air before he was turning her towards him to kiss her. It was like he read her mind. Before when they'd ridden, they'd just held hands and she'd wished for this moment and now it was here.
It was dizzying to say the least and everyone was probably watching them from the ground, but she didn't care. She was head over heels in love with this man and loved her back. Life didn't get much better than this, she thought.
As much as she'd looked forward to college and all it had to offer, all the sudden, she was afraid for the future because she wanted this man she was kissing in it and they were going to be so far apart after tonight. She didn't know when she'd see him again. She knew only that her heart belonged to him and it always would.
The rest of the night was spent riding rides, more games of skee ball than she could count and all too soon it was time for her to head back to the hotel where she and her family were staying. They walked down the beach slowly, fingers intertwined and she absolutely dreaded saying goodnight to him. Maggie could only cover for her so long before her parents would get suspicious. She may be 18, but her parents still ran the rules of the house and they still applied on vacation. Her Daddy would skin her hide if he knew what she was up to.
Daryl took her in his arms and kissed her like his life depended on it and it was nice to know that he was feeling all of it too. "I love you babygirl." What he always called her and it melted her heart every time he said it.
"I love you too. I'll sneak away in the morning after check-out. We can meet at our dune to say goodbye." She looked up at him, willing herself not to cry. Not yet. They still had tomorrow morning; more stolen moments from time.
"Goodnight Beth Greene. Sweet dreams." He whispered gruffly and she nodded as she walked away. She didn't dare speak. The tears were already falling down her cheeks. She didn't know how in the hell she was going to be able to say goodbye to him tomorrow.