Disclaimer – I don't own The Walking Dead.
Chapter 1: Desires.
She giggled as he dragged her down the long corridor to the library. She imagined that it would be the most secluded place, those that were awake in the late night hours would not be reading in the dark. Before they had even made it to the library his hands were on her hips, stomach, boobs, and anything he could reach and she was beginning to feel apprehensive, he was not taking her virginity into account. When they had made it to the library he pushed her onto the small couch the group had salvaged from the staff room, before covering her with his body.
He sloppily kissed her as his hands slid up her shirt to her grope her breasts. "Zach." She hesitantly murmured against his lips, thinking of stopping him, although he took it as encouragement and lifted her shirt over her head. He stopped to gape at her bra covered breasts, stroking them once, roughly, before fumbling with her bra strap. She was starting to panic, knowing that she wasn't ready, but not knowing how to stop him.
"What the fuck are you doin'?" An angry voice growled, before the weight of the boy on top of her suddenly disappeared.
"What are you doing Daryl?" Zach questioned back just as angry, as he pulled himself from the floor where Daryl had tossed him off Beth.
"'M separatin' the two of ya." He replied before pushing Zach out of the library. "Now get gone."
Zach looked like he was going to protest before Beth shot him a look, to which he backed off and sulked back towards the cells. Daryl grabbed her shirt off the ground and shoved it into her hands keeping his gaze directly into her eyes.
"Put this on." He stated gruffly.
Blue eyes regarded her calmly, ignoring her own furious eyes. "Why did you do that?" she hissed through clenched teeth, trying to remain quiet in the early morning hours. His eyes flashed with anger before he replied.
"You think I wanted to watch ya get deflowered, girl? You think I wanted to watch his hands roamin' all over your body? Hell, you didn't even look like ya were enjoyin' it yourself."
"It's what I wanted! I don't want to die a virgin, Daryl, and Zach was willing to help me." She hissed once more.
Daryl noted that she didn't argue that she was enjoying herself, but made no mention of it. "Be sure yer in a more private settin' next time." He growled before stalking away from her.
She huffed, before a few tears fell from her eyes at her aggravation. 'It ain't none of your business, Daryl Dixon. It's not like you'll ever touch me.' She knew he was right though, and began to calm down as she slowly made her way back to her cell. She lay in her bed wondering if Zach would've stopped had she asked, wondering what Daryl was doing in the library, and wondering if Daryl would ever stop looking at her like a child, before she fell into a fitful sleep.
Over the next few weeks Daryl and Beth avoided one another, she was embarrassed now, because Daryl had been right, and he was embarrassed that they'd been in that situation to begin with.
He remembered thinking to himself that she had a wonderful body, nice perky tits. He was angry that Zach was the one touching her, and that it wasn't him. He was mad that she was breathing Zach's name out of those full, pink lips, and not his. He had to admit that she had the right idea, the library, ordinarily would have been empty, but on his last run he'd found a ton of batteries and found no harm in using his flashlight to read up on making gasoline, and bullets. He hadn't heard them come in, absorbed in his reading, but he had heard her whispering Zach's name, and had gone to investigate, where he found her under him, losing her shirt. His Dixon temper had flared and it had taken all his will power to not snap the young boy's neck.
He cleared his head, not needing to think such thoughts as he was about to go on a run with the boy to The Big Spot down the road. Beth hadn't been there to tell Zach goodbye and Daryl mused that it was likely due to the fact that he was there.
Things had been going well, The Big Spot hadn't been picked through like everywhere else that was close to them and they were quickly finding everything they needed. Daryl ran down his mental list. 'Diapers, formula, canned food, baby food, batteries, extra clothes and blankets, medical supplies.'
His backpack was already full, and he was wondering how Zach, Bob and Michonne were faring. He rounded the corner to ask Michonne exactly that when a walker fell through the roof and landed with a splat directly in front of him. The walker's legs had ripped apart on the impact of the fall, and it was using its arms to crawl towards Daryl. He yanked his knife out of its sheath on his hip and thrust it into the moaning walker's head. He glanced up and cursed. "We're about to have company, watch the ceiling, let's get the fuck out of here!" he called, hoping the others weren't too far away.
He started back down the aisle he was on when several more walkers fell into his path. He could hear them now, falling from the ceiling into various places in the store, their bodies making splat sounds as their decaying flesh couldn't handle the impact. He cursed again and pulled out his crossbow, making quick work of the two zombies in front of him. He heard Michonne's light grunting as she ran them through with her sword, and decided that she didn't need help. "Where are Zach and Bob?" He called to her, and she shrugged before pointing in the general direction she'd just come from, before slicing a walker's head off.
Daryl headed in the direction she pointed and saw that Zach was trapped under a shelf that must've fallen when the ceiling caved. "I've got ya boy." He reassured as he stabbed a walker in the head, he began to lift the fallen shelf when Zach cried out in agony.
"I got bit!" He screamed as the zombie began to pull flesh off of his ankle, which was halted by a bolt going through its head. Daryl quickly regained the bolt adding it in with the others, before sheathing his knife. "What ya want to do Zach? Ya want me to take ya back to the prison?"
The boy shook his head. "Just end it." Daryl nodded. "Don't worry 'bout Beth, I'll make sure she's safe."
Zach nodded. "Thanks man, she can take care of herself though, I just wish I'd gotten to bang her once, before this happened." He gave Daryl a pointed look, and Daryl could once again feel his anger rising, this time, however, he didn't hold back, and ran his knife through the young boy's head.
He could hear the slithering sounds of walkers pulling themselves throughout the store with their arms, but could no longer hear fighting, and decided that the others must have been outside by now.
He made his way to them, where he met their questioning gazes with a shake of the head. They nodded, and Michonne spoke up. "He was a good kid, deserved better than that, but nothing can be done, let's get these supplies back to the prison."
Daryl made it back to the prison first, the others only minutes behind, he dropped the supplies he gathered with Carol and went to find Beth immediately. When he found her she was laying on her stomach on her tiny bunk, writing in a small leather bound book. He cleared his throat and she looked up at him, surprise written all over her beautiful features. He stared for a moment unable to get the words out and she stood, walking up to him.
"Zach didn't make it, did he?"
He shook his head, and watched her carefully, surprised to see that she wasn't crying. "I don't cry no more, Daryl. I'm just glad I didn't say goodbye. I don't like goodbyes."
He was concerned by her answer, but replied. "Me neither."
She threw her arms around him in a tight hug before he could protest, and when the shock wore off he gently wrapped an arm around her, before pushing her away, so that he could meet her gaze. She had a serene look on her face, which was mere inches away from his. He could lean down and their lips would be touching, he saw her small tongue slip out and wet her own pink lips, and his gaze fell back to her blue eyes. He saw what he was looking for, which was want and need, and hesitated only a second.
Which happened to be a second too long, as that was the moment Maggie came turning the corner worriedly calling Beth's name. "Beth! I heard what happened to Zach are you okay?"
The pair sprang apart and Beth disappeared into her cell, changing the 30 days of no accidents into 0 days of no accidents, and when she came back out Daryl had gone, and Maggie was standing there expecting an answer, Beth sighed, disappointed, before answering her sister's onslaught of questions.
Alright guys that's chapter one, its been a while since I wrote anything, so please be nice. Anyway there'll be more to come soon, so just leave a review and let me know how you feel.