Forever and Ever
If anybody would have suggested it a couple years ago, they would be called crazy. Beth and Daryl? Are you out of your mind?
But so much has changed in such a short period of time. Or was it a long period of time? Honestly, no one cares to even keep track anymore.
Except Beth of course. And if it were anyone else keeping track, Daryl would have rolled his eyes, told them to forget it. There was no point, it is a waste of effort to keep track of events, to keep track of time. But it was Beth. So it made sense. Anything that Beth did made sense to him. She was so complex and confusing but she made so much sense to him. That in itself stirred him into such a confused state he couldn't even handle. He wondered how someone so pure and beautiful and talented and sweet and innocent could also be so strong and outstanding and proud and… well.. such a badass. No one questioned what she did. She was the one good thing left in the world.
"There are still good people Daryl. Remember the funeral home?" Beth would say to him.
"Remember? It was beautiful. I told you there were still good people. I meant it." She is on his lap, facing him, arms wrapped around his neck, gently stroking his hair. Telling him how he was the most important person in her world. He has one hand on her back, (which, by the way, nearly covers the whole thing. She is so small, and while he isnt a huge guy, he is built better than most, and she makes him look bigger in comparison.) His other hand is tracing all along her arms, her back, her neck. All he can think is "how can that be. How can an angel be telling me these things? She is pure, clean. Beautiful. Golden. A goddess. How can a goddess love me? How can this even be real? How can it feel so real and like a dream all at once?"
And he is staring at her again, trying to memorize her. And she stares back, with a gentle smile on her lips. Still stroking his hair. His unruly, tangled, knotted mess of hair.
She is reading his mind again.
Sometimes he thinks she knows more about him than every other person in the world combined.
"You are a good person Daryl. Such a good person." Her voice. Her beautiful, perfect voice. It's always beautiful. When she is speaking. When she is singing. When she breathlessly pleads him to keep going, please keep moving. And he wants her. He wants all of her. He wants to kiss every inch of her and put his mouth everywhere. He wants his own dosage of something pure and clean. He wants to erase all of his baggage and all of his scars. He wants to do it in a way that only comes when he is with Beth Greene. His Beth Greene. His own taste of heaven. She seems to be able to erase everything. All through her breathless moans and sighs.
And she is smiling at him, so sweetly. Oh so sweetly. Oh so beautiful. And she ghosts her breath over his ear and whispers to him softly. She reminds him again, that she loves him. Doesn't say it, but shows him. The way she does every day. The way he does. Every Day.
"I want you Daryl. You, always. Forever and Ever. Please."
And his mind is filled with her, his lungs. He breathes her. And he obliges. He couldn't deny her anything. Ever. If she wanted the moon he would find a way. He would always find a way if it meant he could keep her. If he could have Beth Greene. Forever and ever.
And she want's him. And he want's her. "My God, do I want her," He thinks. And it would be sinful to reject her. To reject this beautiful creature, this beautiful wonderful creature, breathlessly pleading for him to take her. So he kisses her, again and again. And he threads his fingers through her ponytail, pulling her closer. And she splays her fingers through his hair, soaking him in.
And he ghosts his hand under her shirt, just to feel her. This pure beauty, my Beth Greene. My beautiful, wonderful girl.
"Please, Daryl. Please. I need you." She is gasping in his ear, and it does things to him that he couldn't begin to describe.
And he is tugging off her shirt so quickly. He does this, while she is unbuttoning his shirt with nimble fingers, grazing his chest ever so slightly. And he loves the feeling of her. My God, does he love her.
And she stops at the last button, and she looks at him intensely, silently asking him for permission. Because that is the person she is. Because she knows the pain that comes wit revealing his scars. And she is gentle and kind and caring. And the pain goes away with her. She sends the pain running.
Her beautiful, big blue eyes that are silently asking him, checking in on him. Her beautiful eyes making sure he is OK.
Of course I'm ok, Beth. Of course I am. I am with you, of course I'm ok.
And he sheds his shirt off, holds her face in his hands, and kisses her thoroughly. And her arms are wrapped around his neck, pulling herself as close to him as she can be. And he moves his hands to her bra, this beautiful scrap of white fabric, with intricate lace all over. And he thinks it's a silly metaphor, really. The Pure as snow bra on the pure as snow woman in his lap. The intricate and beautiful design on an intricate and beautiful woman. He loves her. He loves her. He loves her. And he can't stop thinking those words over and over, as he is snapping the clasps of her bra undone, as he is kissing and licking and sucking on her neck. As he drinks her in.
He throws that silly little metaphor to the side, keeping her as close as he can in the process. And he just holds on to her. He freezes. He wraps his arms around her, holding her bare chest to his own, and kisses her neck, and just buries himself there. He would be fine to stay in this very spot forever. Forever and ever.
But she knows what she wants, and she is moving on him, wrapping herself in him, trying to obtain any amount of friction.
"Daryl." She breathes. "Daryl, please. Daryl, I need you so bad. Please make love to me."
And he moves so quickly. She is under him, and he is kissing all over her, using one arm to support himself. He's kissing her jaw, her neck, her collar bones, to between her breasts. And he is ghosting his hand near her lower center, until he finds the buckle. Once he finds it, he gets rid of it immediately. Its gone, and he makes sure her jeans go with it. Now she lays beneath him in just a tiny pair of underwear. He kisses over her belly button, brushing her bare thighs, and she sighs and wiggles subtly. Her breath hitches when he goes farther, and he is bowing between her legs.
He nips at her a little bit through her underwear, and it is very clear she doesn't need foreplay, but he wants this to last forever.
Forever and ever.
And she gasps his name, begs him to stop teasing.
Of course he obliges.
He pulls her underwear off quickly, discarding it with the rest of her clothes. Then he goes right back down to wear he was, putting his hands under her thighs, throwing them over his broad shoulders, spreading her as wide as he can. And she thinks she stopped breathing. No matter how many times he does this to her, it still feels brand new and incredible. He rubs his scruff on her thighs a little bit as he gets a good angle, and it drives her crazy. He pulls her legs open wide and starts lapping at her over and over. She is writhing and moaning and running her hands through his hair and arching her back, and she is so incredibly aroused, and it is no secret to Daryl's mouth.
Daryl keeps putting his mouth over her, over and over again, and she is shaking and shivering. He keeps licking her clit, over and over, and she is soaked and dripping. And then he goes even lower, and reaches his tongue out to probe her entrance, and she squeals almost immediately. And he is giving her all of the pleasure in the world with his tongue, entering her over and over again.
And just for the sake of making her lose it, he adds a finger. He sucks on her clit, and starts pushing his finger in and out. He loves her taste, her sounds, her hands in his hair, her back arching, giving him a new angle to work with. He loves every bit of it. So he adds another finger, and he works her harder and harder and faster, because she is spilling her juices uncontrollably and he knows she will come soon. He can tell the signs. He can feel her starting to flutter around his fingers as he angles up, the bucking of her hips gaining intensity. He pulls her even closer and keeps licking and sucking and moving his fingers until she gasps loudly, moans his name, clenches around him, and releases more of her juices all over his hand and his scruff. He keeps lapping at her, making sure he has her all cleaned up, that she sparkles. And she has to pull him away because its too much for her. It's way too good.
And he is content to stay where he is, and gaze up at her as she catches her breath, tries to slow it down.
When she recovers, she pulls him up to her, and runs a hand into his hair while she kisses his neck repetitively. He had been so caught up in trying to please her, and didn't even realize that his pants were still on until she was tugging at his belt with her free hand and wrapping her legs around his waist.
They manage to get the stupid pants off fairly quickly, and then hes right back above her, staring at her beautiful face, running his hands through her tangled hair, caressing her gently. And he can't believe how much he loves her. It twists his heart. She is so unbelievably beautiful to him. And he doesn't keep it to himself, never could ever since he discovered that she was alive again. Never, since he realized she was practically immortal. She could defy science, screw logic. She beat death over and over. She beat the odds.
She was never just another dead girl. She couldn't be, she was the one that brought everything to life.
"Daryl?" She says in her beautiful, angelic voice. She stares at him again. He soaks her in. He doesn't trust himself to speak, so he caresses her neck with his mouth, and lets out a "Hmph?" And it makes him feel stupid, that he doesn't trust himself to speak. He can say anything in the world to this beautiful angel, his Beth Greene. His Beth Greene. She couldn't hurt him, ever. Only way she could hurt him is by not being here.
"Daryl, I want you. All of you. Please Daryl"
She Breathes the last words so quietly because he is suckling her neck again, and his fingers are brushing her most intimate area, once again. And she is breathless again, under his touch, whimpering, and he decides, once again, that he will give her anything she wants, forever.
Forever and Ever.
And he stops stroking her so he can guide himself to her, and she cooes and urges him on, and when he enters her she is moaning and tossing her head back. He doesn't miss the opportunity to kiss the column of her throat, down to her nipples. And he lifts her legs up, one at a time to wrap around his waist, as she grinds against him.
And he is rocking into her slowly, deliberately. Suckling her small, perfectly formed breasts. Listening to her sounds, muffled moans and gasps, and it enough to make him dizzy. He is groaning and moving in her, and moves his kisses up to her jaw again. He has said it before, he thinks he has showed her. She tells him too. She let's him know. All the time.
"Beth, Beth I love you." He says into her skin as he kisses all over her beautiful face. And she is shaking and writhing and breathless, but she replies. She always does.
"I love you, Daryl Dixon. Oh God, I love you." And she begs him to keep going, to go faster, and he does, and he kisses her and tells her over and over again, continues his thrusting and touching until she reaches the edge, over and over and throws her head back, gasping and moaning and writhing as he continues to rock in and out of her, only slowing down so he doesn't come immediately at the incredible sight, at her continuous clenching around him. When she recovers from her orgasms, he speeds back up, and just pushes her towards another. He wants to do this forever, make love to her for the rest of his life, feel her beautiful naked body all over him, hear her beg him desperately and beautifully for the rest of his life. Taste her arousal over and over, let her lose herself, feel her grind against him, to touch her and kiss her forever and ever. He wishes there was enough energy, enough time in the world, to just give her orgasm after orgasm, and let that be how they went out. What a way to leave this world, just making love to her over and over, forever and ever.
And she is coming, and it feels so great. And he loves to watch her fall. He lets her finish again, and turns her over, pulls her hips up, and thrusts into her. And she keeps moaning, gripping the sheets and he goes deeper and deeper and teases her clit and pounds into her, over and over and over.
He knows he wont last much longer, so he fingers her clit and whispers sweet nothings into her ear, and tells her she is the most beautiful thing he has ever seen, that he loves the sounds she makes, and loves the way she looks when she comes, loves how she feels around him, how her breasts feel in his hands, on his chest. And it sets her off, and she comes so hard around him again, writhing and overwhelmed, and its not long after before he follows her. He is gasping for her, And feeling his release inside of her causes Beth to gasp and clench around him, an almost Aftershock of an earthquake.
And somehow, neither of them have had enough.
And he pulls out of her and bends to taste her, over and over and she is so aroused at the thought that he would still want to taste her after being in her. But he does, and keeps at it, sticking his tongue in her entrance, holding onto her hips, getting as far as he can, and when he puts two fingers in, and adjusts to licking her clit, she can't help but cry out and come again. And he keeps working her, harder and harder and he doesn't stop, and just keeps pushing her and pushing her until she reaches another orgasm. And then he enters her again, and he is already aroused, and he pounds against her over and over again and she is almost limp, moaning and whimpering ever so weakly into the bed, and the last time she comes, she doesn't think she can come anymore. And he loses himself in her. That's the only time he is truly satisfied, is when she has touched every ounce of pleasure he can give her.
It takes them both a long time to calm down once again, and Beth is still moaning a little bit, shaking and shuddering as he does the best he can to move the tangled mass of limbs. Her onto her back, Daryl right next to her. It is pretty cool in the room despite the body heat, so he pulls up the sheets of the bed they are in, not yet moving from her, and covers them both up, as he cradles his face in her neck, showering her in kisses, and wrapping a tight arm around her.
"I love you Greene. More than the whole world. You're better than all of it." And she kisses his head her own fingers caressing him everywhere.
"Love you too, Mr. Dixon." She slurs, still extremely dazed, and extremely tired. He is too. "I Love You, Forever and ever."
"Forever and Ever." He repeats, kissing her naked chest. And he wonders if it would be crazy, to have her forever and ever. If it would be crazy that he suggest making her his, forever and ever. If he go find the brightest ring, the most beautiful ring for the most beautiful woman. And give her a forever and ever that she really truly deserves.
"Beth?" He says, moving back to look at her face, and see that no matter how dark the rest of the world is, the light seems to find her.
"Yeah?" She says as she moves her gentle strokes to his arms."
"Would it be crazy?"
And she looks confused, and he forgets that she can't read his mind 100% of the time.
"Would it be crazy.. to try to give you a forever…" and he studies her face, and she realizes what he means. And she is elated, but keeps a calm sense.
"I… Beth… I want…" He feels like a huge sap, being choked up like this. "I want to give you a forever. I want to try. You deserve everything good in the world. I... I wana marry you Beth. I want to call you my wife. Have some kids even, if this Alexandria turns out to be a safe place after all. I want all of the stuff I laughed at before I met you. Before I fell in love with you. I want all of it. I want you. Is that crazy… Beth, am I crazy"
She cuts him off and kisses him, furiously.
"Wouldn't want it being anybody else, . Forever and Ever." She says staring right into his soul, making him feel like the actual wonderful person she see's him as.
"Forever and ever."
No one else besides her would really truly know how poetic he could really be, the big mass of tangled thoughts that actually shift through his head. And no one could ever be able to sort it out the way Beth does. His Beautiful Beth Greene.
He will give her a Forever and Ever. And it is true, and he believes it. He believes he is good enough for this angel, because that is what she does. She cures people. She cures herself even. But he want to help cure her too, when he can, if she ever breaks. He wants to be able to clean out the hypothetical grit in her hypothetical gears, and help her onto her feet if she ever falls. They will have their own Forever and Ever, because together they are invincible.
Oh, okay wow. So yeah, It's totally unrealistic for humans to be able to have that many orgasms but tbh they arent human they are immortal. Like when my Bethy baby comes back it is a safe bet that our favorite ship will live forever.
Forever and Ever ;D
So yeah sorry for the extreme Not Safe for Anywhere plot. This is my first fic so pleaaase don't yell at me, because I am not a badass like Beth, and I will cry.