"Eww"! Beth watched Daryl slurp down the disgusting contents of the jar of pigs
feet. She couldn't imagine being hungry enough to eat anything out of that
murky, fluid-filled jar, but he seemed thrilled to have it. The briney smell was
so strong that Beth instinctively backed away. Even the barbecued snake didn't
smell this gross. Daryl took full-advantage of her disgust and slurped some more
down, childishly enjoying her reaction. It was so silly and innocent, that she
couldn't help but smile at the normally surly man.
Beth watched Daryl's throat move as he swallowed down the sloppy mess. She
always watched him lately, too much for her own comfort actually. She was seeing
the hunter in a whole new light since their escape. They'd argued, fought, and
really talked for the first time ever. He wasn't at all the man she thought he
was. He was so much more.
Granted, it was just the two of them alone now, struggling just to live until
tomorrow. But Beth knew her interest in Daryl was more involved than their
forced contact. The more secrets he revealed about himself, the more she found
she wanted to dig deeper. Hard to believe he used to intimidate her. Now he
fascinated her.
His bicept bunched as he tilted the jar up to his lips for another gulp. His
neck arched, showing tan skin and gray-flecked beard stubble. She imagined his
skin would be soft there, by the scruff on his neck. Her fingers itched to touch
him to find out.
Her gaze slid lower down Daryl's body, clocking the breath of his shoulders,
muscular biceps, tight, tapered waist and lean, strong legs. She unconsciously
licked her lips as she felt the familiar heat of attraction begin to build-low
in her belly. Her face flamed as she realized that she was doing it again,
fantasizing about Daryl.
It was inappropriate. This was Daryl Dixon for goodness sake. She didn't want to
feel this way about him. It was stupid and childish for her to be mooning over
the older man who had never paid her any mind. She needed to stop this nonsense.
Beth tried to refocus her cloudy thoughts. She tried to imagine that Daryl found
out she was attracted to him and how he would react. She could imagine the shock
and pity clearly on his handsome face.. Imagining that helped. It was like a
bucket of ice water on the heat of her lust. She needed that reality check more
and more lately.
Enough of these silly daydreams. She was no damsel in distress and he was no
knight in shining armor from the books of her childhood. Although her fantasies
did help her cope with the horror of her new reality, she'd be wise not to get
carried away with them. She and Daryl were just two people thrown together
trying to survive, and she needed to remember that before her actions became
obvious and she made an utter fool of herself.
His blue-eyes snapped to hers and his smirk faded as he registered her staring
at him with still-heated eyes. Beth quickly looked away. Hoping against hope
that the hyper-observant hunter missed what she was trying to hide.
Daryl cleared his throat, his voice thick, "I'm gonna head out, take a quick
look around the property again. Make sure it's if you need me. I won't
be far."
Beth didn't trust herself to reply, just nodded at him as he grabbed his
crossbow and headed outside.
When he left the room, Beth shuddered out a breath she didn't realize she's been
holding and began to tidy up the pantry with shaky hands.
Daryl had to get out of there. His mind was all jangled-up. It was hard for him
to concentrate on simple things lately. No wonder with everything they'd been
dealt these last few days. The loss of their loved ones and their home just to
start with. He could finally understand why some people opted-out instead of
living with all the pain this new world spewed out. Too much fucked up shit. But
he needed to keep it together, couldn't afford to lose it now.
And by "lose it", he meant the completely inappropriate hard-on he seemed to
have going for his teenage roommate. He tried to rationalize his fantasies to
himself, but Jesus, it was gettin' pathetic. He could hardly be in the same room
with her anymore without mentally undressing her.
He was sure she'd be disgusted if she had a clue how dirty ol' Daryl was
thinking about her. Hell, he was disgusted with himself.
He pictured Herschel, clear as day in his mind, asking him to watch over his
baby girl, and that helped. Pushed that inappropriate shit right out of his
head, for a little while anyways.
Sometimes, nothing helped. He'd watch her small, lithe body doing some stupid
task and he's find himself completely transfixed. Since they escaped from the
prison, Beth had been proving to him more and more just how grown-up and capable
she'd become. It made him hopeful for her survival in this new world, but it
also made him see her as more than just a young girl for the first time, and
that was becoming a problem.
He'd stare at her and imagine his fingers running all over her, pushing her
clothes away and touching her pale, naked skin. His blood would heat and move
south. Then he would be looking to get the hell away from her right quick.
Sometimes, he could just shake it off, sometimes he couldn't. Sometimes he
needed to take matters into his own hands. Drown his lust, so to speak.
This was one of those times.
He slid out the door, and found a secluded spot behind some overgrown bushes on
the side of the house. He didn't want to go too far in case Beth needed him,
wanted to be close enough to hear her holler.
He pictured her as he unzipped his jeans. His hand was quick to circle around
himself and stroke down the stiff length. His whole frame shuddered in pleasure
as he thrust into his palm. Random images of Beth flickered through his head,
and what he hadn't seen for himself, he'd imagined countless times. Her big
blue-eyes, soft lips, small firm breasts with pink nipples, pale flat stomach,
blond pubic hair covering her wet slit, thin shapely legs wrapped tight around
his waist as he thrust into her. He arched his neck and bit his lip, his blood
roaring through him as he picked up the pace.
