Give Into Me

Rated: NC-17
Summary: Daryl and Beth have only had each other since the prison. At the moonshine shack everything comes out and lines are crossed. Where will they go from there?

Content Warning: Language, violence and sexual content, rape content.

Pairing: Daryl/Beth, #Bethyl, #Beryl

Disclaimer: The characters of The Walking Dead are not mine, so do not sue me!
Author's Note: I know this plot has been done over and over ever since episode 4x12 "Still" and 4x13 "Alone", but this is my take on how I would have played it. It's not exactly like the episode so it's not like all the other stories I promise. I use the scene at the moonshine shack as a base line but everything else is of my own creation and does not follow the plot of the television series.

"Have you ever played I Never?" Beth asked looking at the clear liquid alcohol in her dirty cup.

Daryl just looked at her from the kitchen where he was pillaging around just to have something to do. Truth was he was a bit uncomfortable being in the shack with her, and she was drinking her first drink, moonshine on top of that. When she had told him to have a drink too his real reason was he didn't want to lose any sense of mind around her. Along with the fact one of them should stay alert in case of walkers or anyone else that meant them harm. Last time he had any alcohol had been at the CDC. He drank with the group then had gone back to his room to finish his celebration and sorrow alone. Before the outbreak when Daryl drank, he would get a woman to loose himself in along with the alcohol. Daryl had never been into the drug scene but he was into the one night stand scene. Lots of women but never a steady one, that was his own rule, he never wanted to get attached. Daryl hadn't been with anyone since the outbreak. The closest he came was Carol when she jokingly propositioned him their first night at the prison. She freaked him out, he couldn't remember the last time he'd had sex sober and he couldn't remember the last time a woman had actually propositioned him. There was a time he might have taken her up on her offer but not at that point. The bond he felt with her was that of a sister. Carol never pulled punches with him and he respected that more than she would ever know. If his bullshit needed to be called out, Carol would do it without prejudice.

"There's all kind of ways to play." She carried on like he answered her. "Since we've got alcohol I figured we could play by taking drinks." She looked over at him as he walked around the kitchen area. "I tell something I haven't done and if you have you take a drink, but if you haven't I take the drink."

He glanced at her. "Ain't much of a game."

"You've really never played?" she narrowed her eyes suspicious.

"I ain't never needed a game to get lit before."

She shifted to face him better. "Wait, are we playing?"

"How do you know this game?" he asked walking into the living room area.

She blushed a little bit but it was quickly gone as fast as it came. "My friends used to play it." She picked up her cup and rolled the liquid around inside. "Want me to start?"

He just looked at her as he slowly paced back and forth, like a caged animal.

"Alright um…I never…shot a crossbow." She knew it was lame but it was all she could come up without sounding like some love struck girl. She wanted to mention other stuff but figured it could wait till the right time, if it came at all.

Daryl didn't say anything as he walked up to her and took her drink out of her hand. She thought he was going to throw it again but was surprised when he took a swig from it. "Fill'er up." He handed it back then walked to the window to check outside.

Beth filled the glass and waited to see if he would take his turn.

He turned back to face her. "I ain't never been outta Georgia."

She shook a strand of hair out of her face. "Really?"

"Take a drink…your turn." He walked over and sat across from her as she took her drink.

She fingered the glass as she thought of her next admission. "I never been drunk and did something I regret."

Daryl grabbed up the glass and took two big swigs. "I did a lot of things…" he set the glass back down. "I ain't never been on vacation."

"What about camping?" she narrowed her eyes at him.

He shook his head. "No, that's just somethin' I had to learn, to hunt."

"Oh, your dad teach you?" she wanted to ask so many questions. Wasn't every day you got to spend time alone with Daryl Dixon. He was such a private person, no one even knew what he did before the outbreak. There were bets at the prison if anyone could guess, but no one had figured it out yet and Daryl wasn't telling.

He hummed a yes and rubbed his chin.

She thought about her next one. "I've never, been in jail." Then she laughed a little. "Well, as a prisoner…"

He stared her down, he was still, so still. She thought she might have over stepped some boundary with that one.

"That what you think of me?" he was deadly calm, which normally was how he was but this was different.

She quickly tried to back track. "Not anything serious, I just meant like the drunk tank or something. Even my dad got locked up for that back in the day."

He motioned at the glass. "Drink up…"

"Hang on, were you a prison guard before?" she thought she had finally figured it out. So when he just sat there and shook his head she wanted to scream.

"No…"

She could tell things were starting to get too serious so she tried to think of something funny that would help, but then she remembered it was his turn.

He stood suddenly. "I gotta take a piss." He walked to the far side of the kitchen and unbuckled his pants. "I got a better game." He called over his shoulder as he started to piss in the corner. "How bout we play truth or dare? Ain't that some bullshit teeny bopper game to get drunk or laid?" His voice slowly got louder and louder.

"Daryl don't be so loud." Beth tried to reason with him. They didn't need the walker outside to attract more attention to them.

"You my chaperone now!" he said loudly as he turned back to her and was buckling his pants back.

She blanched a little and went back to playing with the glass in front of her. His sudden change in mood wasn't all that surprising. She knew she shouldn't have pressed her luck with some of the questions, and now he was going to be a dick because that was his defense mechanism. He always lashed out and tried to hurt the person getting to close to him. And now she was his sole focus, no one else around to distract him, just great.

You started it Beth, take it like a woman…

"What's another one of them stupid games?"

She started to speak but he cut her off.

"…how bout twenty questions, hell lets just make it a free for all!" he smacked a box across the room making her jump a little. She just hung her head a little and wouldn't meet his gaze.

"Daryl…" she started to try and calm him down but he rushed up and yanked her off the ground.

"…come on! Ask me somethin' else that ain't none your goddamn business!"

Beth just closed her eyes as he gripped her upper arm and yanked harder. He would leave a bruise for sure but she did provoke him. "Daryl please…" she spoke as calmly and as quietly as she could hoping she could get through to him. He released her with a shove and paced back and forth shaking his head.

"Daryl I didn't mean to…" she trailed off.

He was suddenly in front of her, in her face. "I said…ask me…"

She just stared up into his eyes. "I just wanted to get to know you a little better I didn't…I didn't mean to…"

"…you don't mean a lot of things do you girl, always wantin to be noticed, always wantin to be part of the group! Slashin' your wrists for attention so you won't be forgotten in this shitty fuckin' world!"

"Stop it!" she yelled not caring anymore if they attracted more walkers.

"What! You don't like my attention!? Thought that's what you wanted!? I ain't stupid girl I know what you tryin to do and it ain't gonna happen cause I ain't that desperate!" By this point he was screaming in her face and she had unshed tears in her eyes but wasn't letting them fall.

They stared each other down for a moment.

"Why do you bother?" she asked out of the blue.

He just stared at her.

"Why do you bother to carry me around with you? Is it cause you're scared to be alone anymore? Some fucked up loyalty to Rick? Maggie? My Dad? It just pisses you off that you got stuck with me of all people doesn't it? I'm not Carol, I'm not Michonne and I'm not Maggie. I know you could give a care less what really happens to me you just don't want to have to lie if you ever run into any of them again…" she was cut off when Daryl put his hand around her throat and squeeze enough to get her attention but not enough to hurt her.

"You ain't got a clue little girl…" he was seething.

She try to shake her head. "Don't I? I know you look at me and you just see another dead girl. You're just waiting for the day I finally get gone that way you can be rid of me with a clear conscience." By now they were staring one another down. Beth's unshed tears fell in anger instead of sorrow. "You're afraid…"

Daryl leaned in even closer, they were nose to nose. "I ain't afraid of nothin'…" He shoved her away and started to pace again.

"Why don't you just kill me and get it over with? Why didn't you just leave me behind?" she really wanted to know why he dragged her everywhere. Why he bothered to keep up with her, protect her.

"What do you want from me girl!?" he hollered.

"What do you want from me!?" she yelled back. "I want to you admit that you feel something about what happened to the people we lost, our home!"

"I ain't playin' these games with you…" he shook his head as he continued to pace.

"Does any of it matter to you? Rick, Carol, Michonne…Judith…"

He was on her again. "Shut the fuck up! They're all fuckin dead! You hear me!? You ain't gonna see any of'em again. You ain't never gonna see Maggie again!"

"Fuck you…" she seethed with anger tired of his lashing because he was uncomfortable and defensive.

"No fuck you! Wake the fuck up! There's nobody left!"

"You don't know that!" she screamed.

Daryl just sagged in defeat, he didn't have any more fight in him, not with her. He wanted to think Beth was a nuisance for him, a burden, but she wasn't. Far from it truth be told. She kept him together, gave him a reason to wake up every day since the prison. Without her he'd be alone…he couldn't do it, didn't want to do it. He just didn't know how to handle her when it came to emotion. He never got any good emotional upbringing.

"Do what ever will make you feel better Daryl…I don't care anymore…" a tear fell from her eye as she sunk to her knees before him.

He shook his head knowing what she meant. "I done told you…not gonna happen…"

"Why not? Might be a long time before you come across a willing woman." She tried to reason. "And I think I know you good enough to know you wouldn't rape a woman."

He shrugged. "Gone this long."

"How long is that?"

He didn't answer.

"Since before the outbreak?"

Nothing.

"Or was there someone at the prison…the farm…"

"Stop it…"

"Am I really that repulsive? Do you resent me that much?"

He just shook his head.

"Just let it go Daryl…"

He stood his ground.

Without a word Beth reached for the hem of her shirt and pulled it over her head leaving her in her bra and jeans. Soon as the shirt hit the floor she reached back and unclasped her bra and pulled it off letting it fall to the floor exposing herself to him. Daryl just stood and watched her strip down without movement, just a predatory look in his eyes. She stood and kicked off her boots as she unbuttoned and unzipped her pants pulling them off with her panties all together. She kicked everything away and stood before him completely naked and held her arms out as if to say you want me, you can have me.

Daryl stared at her long and hard. He was so hard right now it hurt. The alcohol, the adrenaline, their situation, she just added fuel to the fire. Any other man would have taken her right then, right there. There she was, bare to him, willing to do whatever he wanted to do to her. He stepped closer. "You want me to fuck you?" he asked eerily quiet.

She stared at him for a long moment. "Yes…" she whispered. "…I'm hurting too. And I know we might never see any of them again, Maggie, Rick, Judith…they might all very well be dead…but we're not…"

He stepped into her personal space and pointedly ran his gaze down her body. He met her eyes. "…it wouldn't change anything Beth." He spoke so quietly she wouldn't have heard him had he not been so close.

It was the first time he had said her name since they left the prison. He always called her girl, kid or you. Something in his words struck her. He wouldn't touch her, ever. Even though he acknowledged in the past she had grown up by taking care of Judith, essentially becoming her mother he still saw her as that damaged sixteen year old on the farm that tried to kill herself, and always would. She looked away then picked up her shirt and panties and pulled her shirt over her head then slid her panties back on.

"Why'd you bring me here?" she asked quietly as she reached down and gathered her pants. "Why'd you waste your time? Hell, why'd you even follow me when I left the camp?" She slipped her pants back on then grabbed her boots and put them back on. "If it's all the same to you I'd like to stay here tonight then I'll be on my way in the morning I won't be in your way or hold you back anymore."

"You ain't goin' nowhere." He shook his head with a low growl.

She laughed cynically. "You my chaperone now? You've made it perfectly clear I'm nothing to you! I'm not even a quick fuck! I'm not your responsibility Daryl! I'm not your daughter! I'm not your sister! And apparently I wasn't even a friend! I was just the weakest link the only one left to do the wifely, motherly duties that I can't have for myself! I was taking care of a child that wasn't even mine! And don't anyone look at Beth more than a kid! You wanna know why I didn't cry for Zack!? As horrible as it is he was a distraction! He was the only person that didn't treat me like a kid when it was a convenience to him and I craved it. I haven't been a kid since that day on the farm when all of you shot up that barn full of walkers!" By the time she finished she was furious again and stared him down. "I'm tired Daryl. I'm tired of having to prove myself when I've done it over and over again. If I die before dusk tomorrow because I couldn't take care of myself…it's not on you, or anyone else. You won't have to tell anyone I got out…no one has to know."

Without another word she turned away from him and headed outside. With all their yelling the walker outside was causing quit the ruckus and she didn't want to be inside with him right then. If she was outside he would stay inside because he didn't want to be around her either. Once outside she quickly dispatched the walker and went back to the porch to sit in peace and quiet. The moment she got comfortable her heart started to hurt. The tears started to come and she tried to hold them back but she hurt so badly. She had always admired Daryl, maybe even had a crush on him for a while but that was a long time ago. What she felt now wasn't some fleeting crush. More than admiration, she respected him and she would do anything for Daryl if he just asked it of her. The loyalty she felt toward him scared her. How could she not? He provided for the entire group in so many ways. He protected them, fed them, and sheltered them. She wanted so badly to be noticed by Daryl more than just a kid. So when he praised about her ability to take care of Judith she was on cloud nine that day. It was the happiest she had been in a long time. And when the Governor attacked the prison, and she ran up on Daryl, it was a morbid dream come true. She was happy but devastated all at once. Devastated that their home had been destroyed and their family scattered or killed. Happy that out of everyone she could have escaped with, Daryl was there, he took her with him.

She always wondered if he and Carol had more than a deeply bonded friendship. Carol flirted with Daryl playfully but she never really seen Daryl reciprocate, but she always just figured Daryl was shy with her or just didn't want to let on they were more than friends in front of anyone. But he hadn't mentioned her one time since the prison. He hadn't mentioned anyone since the prison. She knew he was hurting for them just as much, if not more than her he just didn't want to show it. She didn't know how to get through to him, to help. Her daddy always said the only way you can help anyone is if they want to be helped. Daryl wanted help he was just too proud to ask.

Inside Daryl sat in the camo recliner with his fists against his head. He felt torn in half, the prison, Rick, Judith, Carol…everyone, just gone. They were the only family he ever knew, even Merle. He didn't know what to do with Beth. One part of him wanted to keep her at arm's length, get back to the group and things would be back to normal. Another part of him wanted to treat the situation like it was, just them, no influence from anything or anyone else. How long could he keep her out if they never found the others? Could he really never tell her anything about himself? On the outside he probably did look like an ass for how he'd been treating her. Since the prison he hardly spoke a word to her. Numerous times she tried to strike up idle conversation, not pressing him for anything personal, just to try and get him to talk. He knew what she was trying to do, help him through this, and herself at the same time. That was Beth, she saw the good in everything no matter how bad or how dark it was. He could only guess that was why she practically threw herself at him. When she had stripped her clothes off and stood before him completely naked…he almost crumbled. He almost took her right then and there like he would have a woman before the outbreak. But he couldn't do that with Beth. What if they did find the others? He didn't know if he could handle that. Everyone would judge him for his behavior. Maggie would for sure think he took advantage of Beth and Rick…what would he think? And if Hershel were still alive he probably would have shot Daryl between the eyes for touching his daughter.

Daryl knew there was at least twenty years between them. He was old enough to be her father for Christ sake. People normally worried about being able to provide food, shelter and safety for a companion. Most people didn't worry about providing emotional support, affection and love, which was exactly Daryl's problem. He was an emotional wreck. How was he supposed to give Beth that? No one had ever shown Daryl affection but his mother and she burned away when he was so young. Only affection Daryl ever got was the end of his father's belt, fist or whatever he could get his hands on. But since the outbreak, since meeting Rick, Carol and the others, he had been shown affection, how to appreciate, how to love and he craved it so much.

He looked toward the entrance of the house. He knew she was on the porch, she hadn't left, yet. If she left he would just follow her like he did before. She was definitely tired of how things had been going. He knew it wasn't literally their situation like shelter, or food or that sort of thing. It was the distance between them. So close to one another but miles away all the same. She was tired of being with a shell. Daryl didn't want to acknowledge that Beth was all he had left. That put her in a category he didn't want to put her in. If he was being honest with himself Beth had been on his mind even before the prison fell. Wasn't long after what was left of the Woodbury occupants came to the prison. When he noticed other guys around her. It wasn't anything to see her with Rick or Glenn. But when the younger guys started to hang around her more he found it didn't settle well with him. He couldn't figure out why. At first he thought it was just because he was being protective, like an older brother. But then he started to feel more than brotherly feelings. He started to think of Beth as his personal property and that bothered him. As long as they didn't hurt her and she wanted them around what business was it of his? Then Zack came along. Daryl liked the guy but he never shut up talking and he never gave up trying to figure out what Daryl did as an occupation before the outbreak. He remembered one time hearing Beth tell him to quit pestering him so much.

By now it was almost nightfall and he hadn't heard anything out of her. He stood and grabbed his crossbow as he made his way to the door and looked out to see her sitting against one of the porch pillars on the steps. He opened the door and stepped out into a pretty nice breeze. At the least the weather let up a little bit. Had been humid and hot as hell since they left the prison. He set his crossbow down and sat on the steps across from her. For the longest time they sat in comfortable silence. He would glance over at her every once in a while to try and gauge her mood, to read her. Daryl was observant if he was anything. Did she really want to leave him? Did he want her to leave him? On his own he wouldn't have to deal with the emotions he didn't want to face. If she stayed he was scared of what might happen. And he could say it was because she was his only option and they were all each other had. Spending day in and day out with only one other person like they have for the last two months forms a certain bond between two people, you couldn't help that. But he knew it was more than that. Whether Beth realized it he didn't know.

Two months, two months they had been going from place to place never staying more than a day or night. No signs of anyone from the prison. If any of their paths had crossed at some point he didn't see it. It was damn near impossible to track any of them when he didn't know who might have made it out. Beth held out hope that someone got out, did he? Of course he hoped they all made it out but the likelihood was slim and Daryl was a realist if anything.

"Some of them had to make it...we can't be the only ones…" she stared off into the distance then looked over at him and he just stared back. "Do you really think no one else made it?"

He picked at a rip in his jeans and glanced around before looking back at her. "I don't know Beth. I ain't seen a sign of anyone since we left." He looked back down at the fallen look on her face. He hated to disappoint her but he didn't want to ever lie to her. He looked back up at her. "But if anyone did? You can bet it was Rick and Michonne…Maggie and Glenn…anyone else it's a crapshoot."

"What about Carl and Judith…all the kids…" she was near tears again.

Daryl clenched his jaw at the mention of Carl and Judith. He loved those kids like they were his own, especially Lil Ass Kicker. If Carl got out it was with his dad, but Judith…with all the chaos he didn't know who had her when the Governor attacked. "I don't know…I don't know…" he didn't know what else to say and he watched as she let the silent tears fall.

They sat in silence for a while again. The sun was gone and crickets began to sound.

"What are we gonna do?" she asked quietly. "What have we been doing?"

He knew she wanted answers, she deserved answers, but he didn't know what to tell her. He didn't know what they had been doing since the prison. Just wandering without purpose with no real focus other than maybe coming across the others. He knew he needed to find a more permanent place for them. Either that or find another group to join just so they wouldn't be by themselves. But he didn't know if he could join another group, maybe Beth could. If she really wanted to leave him he supposed that would be the least he could do. Find her a safe group of people willing to take her in and keep her safe. Then he could go on his own and search for the others and maybe go back for her.

He stared at her as she looked off. What were they doing? What were they going to do? What was the plan? Did he want to get with another group, rebuild their lives separate, or together? They couldn't continue the path they were on. Things had to change or he was going to lose her. He had already lost the rest of his family, he couldn't lose her too.

"Do you wish you had left me behind?" she met his gaze a little timidly.

He met her gaze unflinchingly and shook his head. "No Beth…it never crossed my mind to leave you anywhere…I never will."

She blinked to keep from spilling unshed tears. "Then why do you hate me?" Her voice cracked and she quickly looked away.

"I don't hate you…"

"Then why…" she couldn't find the words to finish and he was shaking his head again.

"…because I don't know what to do with you…" he mumbled the admission and it made her heart break.

"Daryl, I…you don't have to treat me any different than you would have before. I just…" she stopped to find the words. "…you've been treating me like I don't exist and I'm sick of it. That's why I said I'll go my own way if you don't want me around that bad."

"I ain't never said I didn't want you around." He defended quietly.

"That's just it you haven't said much of anything!" she exclaimed. "I know you're a private person Daryl and I've always respected that but it's just us now for God's sake!"

They stared at one another for a long moment.

"That's just it…"

She swallowed the lump in her throat but didn't look away.

"…it's just the two of us now." He leaned his head back but didn't break their stare.

She didn't flinch or shy away and it stirred something in Daryl. "I'll do whatever you want me to do Daryl. I'll learn whatever you want to teach me…I'm not afraid."

He shifted in place a little. A little put off at her admission. If she didn't mean anything to him this would be so easy. He could use her as he saw fit and not think twice about it. But she did mean something to him. More than he really wanted to admit. The more he thought about it Daryl was really a dominant person in every way of his life.

He nodded and stood from his spot and took the few steps to stand before her still sitting.

"Alright."

What did you think? After this chapter everything will be AU and will not follow the television series. I hope I kept it within character but something different all the same. Let me know what you think