So, I had thought that this was going to be a one-shot but I couldn't stop thinking about what would happen if the story continued. So here is another smut filled chapter that I hope you enjoy!

Wanting

Beth was walking up and down the catwalk with a pleased smile on her face. Anyone who looked at her would think she was just happy to be rocking Judith like she did every day, but they'd be wrong. Daryl was prepping to go on a run with Glenn and Michonne any minute leaving Beth with more than enough time to raid his cell and find any and all cigarettes he had in his possession. She knew her chance of getting caught by anyone else was low and if she was, she could always tell them she was straightening up for the bowman, they'd bless her heart and tell her to leave it be. It was the perfect plan in her opinion and with any luck she'd be getting a repeat performance of yesterday's mind blowing events.

After successfully putting Judith down for her nap in her makeshift crib Beth set her plan into motion. Gathering some dirty laundry she passed the empty cells and made her way into Daryl's. Yesterday's activities came to the forefront of her mind as the smell of sex permeated his cell causing a need to form between the young girls legs. His cell was barren enough that finding his half empty pack and a few stale cigarettes was easy enough and she was able to leave undetected by anyone with the smokes tucked away in her clothes. Hiding them was her next step.

Beth knew that Daryl wouldn't hesitate to look through her things and if he found them then this game she was playing would end unfruitful. Luckily for her she had found a very special bible in one of the empty cells when they first arrived at the prison, it looked plain enough, but once you opened it, its pages were glued together and inside was hollowed out. She promptly stashed her stolen goods and headed towards the library in a hurry, Judith never napped for more than an hour and she needed to be back in her cell before she woke up.

The group had arrived back at the prison and as everyone exited the car Daryl slammed his door with more than enough force causing Michonne to raise her brow at him.

"Fuck off." He muttered making his way towards the fence line to blow off steam by taking out some walkers that were attempting to push their way in with no luck.

Things had started off well enough, they had hit a gas station, managing to siphon off a couple gallons of gas and pick up some unwanted canned goods. At the end of the world beggars couldn't be choosers and those anchovies and canned spinach might mean the difference between having an empty belly or not. They hadn't seen any walkers and it was too good to last. Shit hit the fan when they reached a Piggly Wiggly, they took it slow, making noise before entering, clearing it after dispatching the ones that showed their decaying faces, they gave it the all clear to go in and start raiding. The three of them separated immediately going to get their designated items.

Daryl took notice of the cleared out shelves and swore, he grabbed the last can of baby formula before heading for the jars. Jackpot, there were at least thirty pristine jars that he shoved into his sack, they clanged together as he closed it and headed off to his final destination-customer service. There behind the counter was absolutely nothing, not one carton, pack or even a can of dip could be seen. Disappointed he was gonna turn to meet up with Glenn and Michonne so they could head back to the prison with their loot, but he stopped as something caught his eye. Sitting on a dusty display rack sat a feminine cigarette case that brought to mind a certain blond haired-blue eyed vixen, he'd give it to her with a couple of his Camels inside and maybe she'd reward him with another good time.

He shifted his crossbow behind back and with his loot in one hand and other on the counter, he jumped over to get his prize. Had he been in the right state of mind, instead of thinking about the feeling of Beth's lips wrapped around his dick, he would have checked to make sure it was clear. He'd be the first to admit it, Daryl Dixon, tracker and hunter extraordinaire fucked up. He landed on the other side and took a step towards the display when a hand grabbed his ankle causing him to lose his footing and fall. The sack he was holding crashed to the ground and his heart stopped at the sound of glass breaking, all those jars meant for Judith wasted.

"Mother fucker!"

Turning he kicked his leg free to see a decomposing walker attempting to drag its way to him. Stumbling to his feet he swiftly kicked its head in and went to see if anything could be salvaged. He pulled out the puree covered can of formula that was still intact, other than that, he wasn't able to save anything. Judith depended on him, when he went on his runs he kept an eye out on anything that she could use, and it had been his fault that she wouldn't have those jars of food. All because he was thinking with his dick.

When he made it to the car where Glenn and Michonne were waiting he didn't say anything, merely wrenched the door open and told them to get the fuck in. The ride was quiet, neither passenger wanting to know what set off Daryl, they could feel his rage enough already.

He didn't know how long he was out there but as he finished he realized his rage was no less now than when he arrived back. He reached for his shirt pocket for a cigarette before realizing he had smoked his last one, he'd need to head to his cell before relieving whoever was at the tower for watch. He climbed the stairs to let whoever was up there that he would be a little late for shift change, he saw Rick waiting for him.

"Hey man, I'm jus' gonna go get a smoke from my cell an' I'll be back." He turned to leave.

"No, you won't." Daryl spun around quickly.

"Wha' the fuck do you mean no I won'?" His blood was boiling.

"Michonne told me somethin' happened on your run. She don't know what, but whatever it was, it's got you riled up and you're no good out here on watch like that. Go inside, take a shower, get some rest." Rick gave Daryl a pat on his shoulder as he steered him to the exit.

Daryl didn't know what to think, he made his way to his room bypassing everyone who was eating supper and threw his Horton in the corner before grabbing a clean set of clothes and headed to the showers. He hoped that the cold water would cool him off and he thought about what had happened. Daryl couldn't get distracted like this again, for his stupidity he'd taken food from Judith and that didn't sit well with him. Out of everyone in the group she was the most innocent, the one who needed the most protection and the day she was first put into his arms he had made himself a vow to be the one to protect her, to provide for her. Today he'd failed.

He punched the shower wall as he stepped under the cold spray washing away the grime of the day. Slowly his anger dissipated, today was a wake-up call, next time he'd do better. Shutting off the shower he drip dried and put on his clothes before making his way down the dark halls to his cell. It appeared everyone was asleep, no light could be seen coming from the other cells and all was quiet, not even the muffled groans from Maggie and Glenn could be heard. Balling up his dirty things he threw them into his pile, he'd have to take them to Carol or Beth tomorrow for wash.

Sitting on his cot he reached for his pack of smokes on his night stand but came up empty. Of all days she could have chosen to fuck with him, she had to pick today. Anger rose up through his chest, everything that had happened today centered on Beth and her need to take his fucking cigarettes. He rose swiftly and checked everywhere hoping the bitch had merely hid them, he needed a god damn cigarette after his day, they were nowhere to be found.

Swiftly and silently he made his way down the stairs to the cell that belonged to the blonde imp. Stepping inside he was grateful to see Judith wasn't bunking with Beth tonight, it would mean he wouldn't have to worry about waking her. Stepping to the cot Daryl covered Beth's mouth and leaned down over here. Her eyes popped open in fright.

"Girl, you best be quiet, s'just me." She seemed to relax thinking she was safe, oh how wrong she was.

"Now we had this discussion yesterday. You said you was gonna be a good girl, but you ain't. You're the fuckin' devil, ain'tchu?" He whispered harshly as he still held a hand over her mouth.

"Now I'm gonna give ya one chance, and only one, if'n you decide to fuck wit' me, you's jus' gonna make yer punishment worse." She nodded, her eyes wide as she looked at him. He removed his hand from her mouth and straightened up.

"Give me my smokes." He spat out each word and Beth was taken back, she hadn't expected him to get this pissed, she had been playful in messing with him.

"There not here." She was scared of his response.

"What the fuck do you mean they ain't here!" He jerked her up to him, gripping her arm tightly.

"You best take me to them then!" And with that he shoved her towards the opening of the cell cringing a little when he saw her stumble.

She padded quietly down the dark halls glancing behind her every few minutes to make sure he was following. He looked her over, she was wearing a simple black tank and short sleeping shorts, her hair was pulled back into a messy bun, even with the anger he felt, he still wanted her. She led him to the library and she went into the stacks running her hand along the spines of the books until she stopped and pulled one out. A fucking bible.

"Girl, I told ya not to fuck wit' me, get yer ass over 'ere!" She shuffled over to him slowly and held out the book.

"They're in there." She sounded so small.

Opening the cover he breathed out a sigh of relief there was his pack and a few stray cigs. He looked up and noticed her slinking to the door, that just wouldn't do, apparently she hadn't learned a damn thing yesterday.

"Girl, you best get yer ass over 'ere. Now!" He barked and she scuttled over quickly.

"Good. Now I don' understand what the hell you was thinkin'. Didn' we go over this yesterday?"

He was met with silence. He spun her around and a swat landed on her behind with a satisfying smack.

"Now I asked ya a question. Didn' we go over this?"

"Yes, sir."

"An' ya told me you was gonna be a good lil girl an' wasn't gonna steal my cigarettes anymore, didn' ya?"

"Yes sir." She felt so small, being lectured, she didn't think this was the way things were going after yesterday. And yet, he had spanked her once tonight, maybe he was building up to the main event. She could definitely play along.

"Wha' do ya think happens to bad girls who lie?"

"Bad girls get spanked!" Beth looked up at him with a smirk on her face. No, Daryl thought, she wanted a spanking and brutal fucking but she was gonna learn not to steal his god damn cigarettes anymore!

"No!" He spanked her harder causing her to give out a startled yelp.

"No, they get punished! An' I'm the one who decides how they get punished." Turning her around, he pushed down on her shoulders.

"Get on yer knees." Beth sunk down slowly, looking up at him waiting for his orders.

"That sweet mouth o' yers has been tellin' lies, so yer gonna put it to better use. Ya understand?"

Daryl ran his thumb over her pink lips as Beth's eyes drifted to the bulge that was forming in the confines of his jeans.

"Yes sir, I understand."

Unzipping his jeans she pushed them down to his ankles and took his half hard dick into her hands. He promptly swatted them away.

"I said ya was gonna use yer mouth, don' make this any worse on yerself."

She nodded her understanding and took him in her mouth her hands gripping his thighs to keep her balanced on her knees. Bobbing back and forth it didn't take much for him to go from semi-hard to raging erection. Her only experience had been from last night and so she tried to recall what he had liked. She took him in as deep as she could without gagging and as she pulled back slowly, she hollowed out her cheeks and sucked strong.

"Jesus fucking Christ!" He grabbed her head and yanked her off him. "What the fuck?"

"Was that too much? I'm sorry, I've never given a guy…a blowjob…you were…yesterday was…it was the first time I'd ever…" She was stuttering like a blushing virgin and it stirred something in Daryl's loins.

"Oh yea? Well don' you worry yer sweet lil mouth none, I'mma teach ya to give the best head."

Fisting her blond bun in both his hands he guided her head back towards his dick.

"Now take it in yer mouth." She did.

"Good girl, now when ya suck, ya ain' suckin' no grape through a fuckin' straw. Take it easy."

As her head moved back and forth over him she applied a gentle suction.

"Good, now take me in as deep as ya can." He grunted out.

She picked up her pace as he thrust his hips forward to meet her lips, she gagged a couple of times but never stopped.

"Fuck…jus' like that….Now massage my balls." Tentatively her hand reached up to fondle his hanging balls. They were soft and it was a strange new feeling to Beth.

She wasn't doing half bad he thought. She let out a moan around his aching cock and joined her with a guttural groan. He looked down at her, pink lips stretched around him and she tried to take him deeper into her mouth, she moaned again and that's when he caught it. She had removed her other hand from his thigh and was fingering herself while she sucked him off. That was not part of the punishment. For the second time that night he ripped himself away from her warm mouth.

"Yer bein' naughty again Beth. Yer not supposed to be fingerin' yer pussy. Do you want my dick? Do you wish it where my hard cock poundin' into you instead of yer lil fingers?" She had yet to pull her hand from her shorts and by the look on her flushed face, she was still working herself over.

"Yes, please Daryl. I want your cock in my pussy." The need in her voice was clear as day.

"Take of yer shorts an' panties and lay on the floor." He ordered her to the ground and she immediately followed his command.

"You agree, you've been a bad girl and you must be punished?" Whatever he was going to give her, he wanted her to understand she had brought it upon herself.

"Yes, I've been a bad girl and bad girls must be punished." She had no idea what she was doing to herself, digging herself in deeper by playing around.

Daryl positioned himself between her legs and slowly pushed himself forward, fucking hell she was still tight.

"Why are you bein' punished Beth?" He ground out through clenched teeth.

"I lied….I stole from you…" Beth's breathing was erratic, he stretched her in the most delicious ways imaginable.

"Are you gonna be a good girl?" He knew she'd say anything to get him moving but he remained still waiting for her.

"Yes, I'll be a good girl! Please, move!" She thrust her hips forward craving the sweet friction and moaned when she got it.

"Beth," he whispered in her ear, "I'm gonna punish ya. You've been a bad girl, ya can't go on lyin' an' takin' from me, ya understand?"

"Daryl, yes! Punish me! Teach me a lesson!" With a sneer on his face Daryl pulled himself away from Beth, only his tip remained in her entrance which throbbed in a poor attempt to pull him back in.

"You brought this on yerself Beth. Be a good girl an' maybe next time I'll reward ya."

Beth didn't fully grasp the gravity of his words and he thrust forward sending shockwaves of pleasure throughout her body. He rocked back and forth at a demanding pace his hands bruising her hips as he held her tightly so she wouldn't move. She was in heaven; everything she remembered about yesterday came back to her, he knew just what it took to make her moan and wail like a cat in heat.

Daryl loved the sight of Beth below him writhing in pleasure. He stared at her and watched her flushed face whip back and forth while garbled words and moans poured out of her mouth. He hooked her leg over his hip and was able to impale himself deeper into her tight wet pussy.

"Fuck! Daryl….so good…" Beth never wanted him to stop, if she had to pick a way to exit this world she'd pick Daryl Dixon fucking her into oblivion.

His name on her lips was the sweetest sound he'd ever heard, he felt horrible at what he was about to do, but he steeled himself. She had brought this on herself and if she wasn't going to take him seriously about not taking what didn't belong to her, she was going to get punished. Hopefully she'd apologize and understand where he was coming from.

Daryl picked up his pace and grunted at the slick tightness that was simply Beth.

"Daryl! I'm so close….I'm gonna…" Beth was seconds away from a blinding orgasm but instead of pleasure ripping through her she felt emptiness.

Daryl pulled out just as he was about to cum. Taking his throbbing dick in his hand he gave it a few short tugs an spilled himself on Beth's stomach and thighs.

Beth watched in stunned amazement, seeing him cum over her made her pussy clench, it was like he was marking her as his and it turned her on even more. She waited for him to compose himself, hoping he would return the favor and go down on her like he had before. Instead he dragged himself upright, pulled up his pants and walked over to the discarded bible picking it up.

"Thanks for the book." As he made his way over to the library doors he heard her screech.

"What the fuck Daryl?!" Oh boy was she spitting fire. He turned to face her and looked her dead in the eye.

"I done told ya, bad girls get punished. Maybe if you'd been a good girl I coulda rewarded ya. I hope you learned yer lesson this time." And with that he walked out the door.

Beth flopped back down to her back, try as she may to get herself off, the mood had been lost and he had left her wanting.

Ok, so I don't really know whether or not to end it here or continue on. I'll take my cue from the reviews. If you want me to continue please let me know. Again, I tried to catch all my mistakes but if you see any that slipped by let me know. Thank you for reading!