Because of you few saying "WRITE MORE!"...here's a part 2. Not sure if I'll leave it at just this or maybe go into it more later on. Regardless, enjoy. :)

Daryl Dixon was hardly ever rendered wordless. The early 30 something was well known for his quick wit and attitude. The Georgian native had grown up tough and wild. Tough skin and a cigarette hanging from his lips. A give em hell attitude instilled by his late older brother. But tonight was a freak occurrence. The hunter took a heavy draw off the tobacco and kicked up dirt as he neared the fence. His cheeks felt flushed and his lips tingled.

The darkness of the night made his blue eyes nearly black as he scanned the fence line, looking for any distraction. He could smell the lingering effects of his encounter with Beth on his lips. Beth Greene. Little-blonde-hardly-anything-to-say Beth fucking Greene. The past year he had barely spoken to her or heard much out of her. Girl was always busy with the baby wrapped up to her.

Daryl took another drag and started walking the length of the fence, with as pissed as he was, he took his time.

Everyone within a mile had heard Beth's outburst. He had been just walking out when she snapped. Curiosity of what she would have to say got the best of him as he stood close to the door. She had howled about she was tired of being babied and protected from everything. She'd lit into Rick too, and a sympathetic part of him could agree with her. Lil Asskicker knew nobody as well as she knew Beth.

But still, they all had jobs to do. Nobody got special treatment. He didn't have much a problem with the girl, at least not until before a few minuets ago. He had just stood there smoking, when she came barreling out like a bat outta hell. He had watched her hit the ground like a wounded animal and just cry. Sure he wasn't the nicest guy around, he even felt a little guilt over what he'd told her but…damn.

To see the little thing turn on him and pierce him with her wide blue eyes, it had challenged him and yet made him curious. Sure he'd been an asshole, but he was tired of people whining. He shivered thinking about her walking up to him and the way her eyes had lit on fire. That soft farm girl demeanor had went out the window and she torn him a new one.

Then she crossed the line. Accusin' him of having a void? Fuck her, he didn't have any voids to fill. The balls Beth grew were too big for her and he had snapped. No he'd usually never put his hands on a woman but she had cut him too deep. He'd hoped a little shock treatment would have her runnin' scared. But Beth Greene lashed out. Girl had taken him so far off guard he was still in shock.

The heel of her boot had hurt like a bitch landing on his toes, then she topped it off with a knee to the stomach. Where the hell had she learnt that? The hunter lit another cigarette as he scanned the fields, exhaling harshly. Didn't matter where she learnt it, she had applied to him. At that point he'd dropped his crossbow and grabbed for her. He was pissed. Not only was she volatile, she was fast. Little Greene had ducked him and then landed a hook right to his jaw.

Thinking about it, he lifted his hand to his jaw and flinched. He'd have a knot there in the morning. The look on her face had been killer until he'd gotten a hold of her. He wouldn't deny the fact he'd thought about slapping the shit out of her, but when he'd restrained her he seen it change. Fear.

"You off in tha head, Beth?"

The anger nearly dissipated as she fell to tears. At first he thought she was gonna try to suck up and act like a child, but she began talking.

"I'm not a child. I can't breath. They smother me and the looks…" She'd taken a painful breath and pulled her sleeve up. His stomach knotted up when he remembered that day. Girl had cut her herself in a state of grief.

"I was weak. I wanted to die and and opt out. But now i just wanna live and they won't let me."

Daryl had just watched the blonde beneath him, her words earnest.

"I need to been seen as who I am."

That's the thing Daryl guessed. He did see her for who she was. Fighting, kicking and screaming. Alive and vibrant despite the fact she'd given him a headache. He smirked to himself. A long draw off his cigarette later he licked his lips.

Beth then dropped the atom bomb on him.

She fucking kissed him. He'd expected another outburst maybe but never a kiss from the wholesome Farmer's Daughter. It had sent him into such a shock he didn't have time to think. Feeling her soft lips against his with such a drive, never had a woman kissed him like that. Desperate.

Then he'd done the only thing a responsible man would do, pushed her away. Daryl remembered that look in her eyes. Crazed and hungry. Beth's eyes were vivid and for a moment in time seemed to suck him in. He couldn't move. Then her small hands grabbed him and she was more forceful.

Daryl felt mad at himself, but deep inside of him writhed with pleasure in the way she had over took his senses all at once. The salty smell of her tears mixed with the smell of sunshine and lilies. Her fingers tangled in his hair, lips demanding and when she'd caught his lower lip between hers…Daryl's mind went hazy.

Chills broke out over his skin and he rotated his shoulders to shake it off, then cracked his neck. Momentarily he'll admit to pulling her closer and letting the girl press herself against him so tightly he could feel her heart pounding through the thin sweater. She was pouring everything she was made of into him and when she moaned, the spell had broken.

The sound shook him to his senses and he'd roughly shoved her off. Daryl sighed to himself, he shouldn't have done that either. He'd needed space and practically ran from her. He'd told her she was the one with voids, and to never do it again. Despite his lingering anger and adrenaline rush from their encounter, he was kind of hurt. He wasn't a crutch, he was human and he had feelings. Not some play thing for some sassy little girl to throw around when things didn't go her way.

Now he was recollecting and trying to figure out what the hell happened. Beth Greene wasn't the same in his eyes. She was dangerous and careless. He dropped the cigarette butt on the ground and snuffed it with his boot. Daryl was a lot of things, but he wasn't weak. He'd give it some time to cool down between them and he'd wait for an apology. If not, fuck it. He'd live. She was just another girl with issues. But he'd be a liar if he didn't give her props. She's tougher than what people think.

Daryl had a little more respect for her on that level. She wanted to live and he was sure she'd not let anyone hold her back from that. He chuckled thinking of Hershel's face when Beth went off. Even Rick. Whew. Girl was a firecracker.

After a few hours had went by, he found his way back to the prison. It was nearly sun up and he quietly made his way towards his cell. The hunter stopped to get a drink of water, not realizing how thirsty he had been. Nerves prickled down his back when he remembered he'd have to walk past Beth's cell to get to his. He's not a pussy, what was she gonna do…kiss him again?

But none the less, he quietly walked past but stopped when he got to hers. She was mostly cast in shadow, laying asleep with her face completely lax. Her nose and eyes were red, her lips swollen from probably chewing them. Deceptive in sleep. He smirked at the thought, but then it faded as she moved and brought her arm up over her eyes. Her delicate wrist was facing out, scar meeting his eyes.

Daryl was a grown man. He was tough and grew up bustin' faces open. He never put up with anyone. never recited poetry. He'd laugh if someone tried to be cutesy with him. But Beth Greene was an animal. Dormant and waiting to spring. Her lips were razors and he blinked and felt his lips tingle. He was a man, 32 years old, and he'd never been kissed the way that girl had kissed him. She'd taken the breath right out of him.

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