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I break our kiss and tuck her back into my chest before speaking.
"You met Merle, even lived with him for a while. And that means you knew the real Merle just from that time. It wasn't an act he put on for other people, what you saw is what you got with him, family or not. He wasn't a terrible person and I loved him regardless. Merle was the best person I had in my life (no offense to the dead but that ain't saying much) after my Ma died, when I was just old enough to ride a bike and had just learnt to hide in the woods when my Dad drank. How I didn't end up worse than I had before the walkers is beyond me." I say.
"Because you're strong, so strong." Beth whispers. I squeeze her tighter and continue, not knowing where I'm going with this.
"Maybe that's it. But you can see why I am the way I am. Took me a good year to fully trust Rick, and that wouldn't have been different if the whole handcuffing incident hadn't happened. I just didn't and still don't know how to act or be around other people. Was always just me and Merle and his "friends" that we would go to bars with or maybe crash with. I know I'm stubborn and get pissed real fast, too fast. But I just do what I know. I couldn't fucking believe people wanted to be around me, help me. And even though I wanted...want, to be a real part of the group I still would push everyone away sometimes, its my natural reaction. Until you." I take a deep breath and fiddle with the end of her braid for a minute, needing a break.
"I never pushed you away I just tried to keep my distance (kinda the same thing but not really, not to me) and for different reasons. And I'm damn lucky you ever spoke to me again after how I was right after the prison. But I had to keep you at arms length because I couldn't begin to understand what the fuck you was makin me feel and I really thought I would overstep if I let you get too close.
But it was so damn hard to keep doin that after we were alone. Having you all to myself, no distractions or interruptions from other people or the jobs we used to have. And I could feel you changing me, not in a forced way but making me a better person, calming me down. You made me believe that some good can survive and made me want to try to be good too." I take a breath before really jumping in feet fuckin first.
"I let my guard slip a little after the moonshine shack. Honestly, I only did it because I thought the same about you like you did me, that you would never want me, even if I was the last man on earth. A dirty, damaged, old red neck? You deserve so much better than me." I see her start to interrupt and place a finger on her lips.
"Let me finish, please." I plead. Beth sighs but settles and I keep going.
"That's what I think, m'sorry it upsets you but I ain't ever liked myself. But, I would never tell you what to do about shit like that, I wouldn't let my opinion make your decisions. When it comes to zombies and survival hell fuckin yeah I'll put you in your place. But no matter how much I know I should tell you to stay away from me, I won't. You've told me how you feel and I'll just remember what you said when the doubt comes. Especially cause I want whatever this can be between us to happen. I ain't ever had a girlfriend or even dated before so I'll fuck up but I know you can put me in my place. I won't always say enough or if I do it may be wrong but I want to try, try my damnedest to make us work. Cause the way I feel when I see how serious your face is finally writing in that journal, when you are so damn happy for yourself when you track something properly or how much care you put into everything you do, even setting up camp for one night you just make it more and I know I want more with you, never want these feelings to go away. You just gotta help me." I finish and even though this beautiful girl opened her heart to me only minutes ago I'm still nervous outta my damn mind waiting for her to say something.
"You're not that old." Beth says.
And I bark a laugh. I've said more than I probably ever have in my life and she chooses that point to comment on first? I'm still smilin like a fool. Fuck I'm whipped.
"Really Greene? That's where you start?" I say trying to be serious but I know I'm failing.
"Well you always damn well bring it up. I kept track of everyone's birthdays at the prison so me and Carol could try and make their day special somehow. And Merle told us yours when he saw our book of dates and noticed it was blank next to your name. Anyway, your birthday should be coming up in a couple months and you'll be 32. And I went 20 right before the prison fell. 12 years ain't nothin, especially since age is only a number." Beth tells me seriously, definitely proud of her little speech.
I'm shocked Merle remembered my exact birthday but doing quick math and taking in what month it could be, my girl is right. I'm still too old and no good for her but hearing how damn adamant she is that this not be an issue I let it go.
Shaking my head and smiling I throw my hands up in surrender.
"Alright alright I get your point." I say.
"Thank you, now moving on. I'm no Casanova Daryl. I've had two boyfriends as a teenager and during the apocalypse. I'll mess up too. And even if we were both relationship experts we still need to learn what each other likes and dislikes. I'm just cracking the surface with you, no matter how many questions I ask. So if one of us fucks up the other person just has to tell them. You know what they say, communication is key." She says, little smart ass. Even if she is right.
"Yeah you're right. And don't cuss, turns me on." I say, dead serious.
"That's not a reason for me to stop." Beth replies.
Fuck she'll be the death of me, in the best way possible.
"Enough for one night. My old heart cant handle it." I tease. "Let's get some sleep, we need to make the most of our days here." I tell her.
"Yes Mr. Dixon." And the things those 3 words do to my body, holy shit. "But really, I'm so happy, happier than I've been in years. All cause of you. Night Daryl." She says and cuddles her way onto my chest.
"Me too Greene, me too." I murmur into her hair before placing a kiss on her crown.
I fall asleep quickly and deeply, feeling like the luckiest man in the world.
When I wake-up I'm so warm and comfortable it confuses me. Usually I'm on the ground or recently in that not-as-comfty-as-I-originally-thought casket, without even a blanket. But today everything is soft and warm and smells amazing. Then it hits me, everything that happened last night. Holy shiiit. I look down and I'm lying behind Beth, her round ass pressed right against my morning wood. Yup it was all real. I want to jump up and dance for the first time in my life. I don't want to wake Beth though and also I can tell from the light in the room that it's later than I usually start my day and I have shit to do.
I carefully and slowly remove myself from her and instantly my chest tightens. All damn day in that bed with Beth wouldn't be enough. I make sure she's covered with the blankets and quietly grab my bow and shoes before heading downstairs. Everything looks and sounds in order as I put my vest and shoes on. I can see the sprawling yard, through the wooden planks on the windows, out the front is empty as usual so I remove my homemade locks and head out to the porch. Thankfully that lone walker seems to have moved on as I don't see or hear him during my entire walk of the grounds. Good, didn't feel like dealing with that asshole.
When I head back inside and reach the kitchen the house is quiet meaning Beth is still asleep so I go about our usual morning routine, happy she's getting the rest especially for that ankle.
I had just put out the fire for the oven after boiling some water (this place had cans of coffee and we treat ourselves with it and it's so damn good) when I hear her moving upstairs.
And my heart starts racing. I had been so busy this morning I hadn't thought about how it will be with her today. Fuck. What if she's changed her mind? Couldn't blame her but it'll be hell for me. Or will it be awkward? I'm no good with that shit. And waiting for her down here is torture. I want to try and I will try for her but I hope she can put me at ease at least for our first morning.
I busy myself getting some breakfast out on the counter next to the coffee while I wait the what feels like 14 hours it takes her to reach the kitchen. I contemplate meeting her at the bottom of the stairs but bitch out and just wait next to the table.
And finally she's there, leaning against the door way looking breathtaking. Her hair is out and brushed, so that's what took so long, and it looks like a halo. Beth's hair plus the morning light have her looking like a literal angel.
"Morning." She murmurs, a shy smile on her face. It instantly calms me. But there's something else there though, she's nervous, chewing her bottom lip and fiddling with her hands.
Of course she's nervous, just like me, probably scared I'll run from all the promises of last night. I need to reassure her.
"Mornin' beautiful." I say and with just one word I see her shoulders relax. She's kept her lip between her teeth though.
I stalk over to her, wrapping an arm around her waist and putting my other hand in her hair.
"Thought I told you about this already." I murmur as I tug her bottom lip free and then kiss her, hard.
When we finally part we're both breathing heavy.
"Oh, um, sorry?" She says it as more of a question. What a devil, I'm going to have my hands full with her.
"I'll let it slide this time." I warn. "Ready for some breakfast? I'll wrap your ankle when we're done eating." I say.
"Yes please." Beth replies with a sunny smile.
She walks past me to the counter to plate up some of our gourmet canned food when I see them. Something only Lucifer himself could've created. For once Beth isn't wearing jeans but instead a dark green colored pair of I don't even fucking know what. They look like pants but as if someone painted them on her. They're so fitted and smooth and they make her ass look better than it usually does. Suddenly I can't breathe.
Before I know what I'm doing I'm standing right behind her pressing the entire length of my front to her back.
"Where did you find this torture device?"
I ask as I run my fingers along the back waistband of the so called pants.
"Ohh. Uh, I, uh found them here, they're yoga pants, very comfortable." Beth responds shakily, slightly pushing back into me.
"Well, at least one of us is comfortable." I tell her pushing right back, knowing she can feel how hard I am against her lower back.
Beth just moans and braces her hands on the counter. I turn her around to face me and attack her mouth with my lips and tongue. After a few moments I move my hands from her face and drag them lightly and slowly down her body until I grab onto her thighs. She gets the hint and wraps her legs around my waist, again, as I lift her up.
I walk us over the table and place her on it, her legs don't move from their place and I move one hand up to where her hip and the top of her juicy ass meet and the other is on her neck.
It doesn't take long for my mind to start screaming more! And even though I know I will take her on this table before we leave, right now isn't the time. Plus, more than anything I want to make her feel good and learn how the hell to do that.
I kiss my way back to her mouth from where I was showing attention to her neck and jaw.
"Let me make you feel good." I say into our kiss.
Beth's answer is a deep sigh and even deeper kiss.
I take off her shirt and am so thankful yet again for the new wardrobe she has because her bra is a little small for her and it's pushing up her chest in the best way possible. I attach my mouth back onto her neck, leaving another mark before moving to the tops of her breasts, covering them with open mouth kisses and lightly using my teeth. The way Beth is writing and panting tells me I'm doing alright so far.
When I reach her tight stomach I decide to do something I've never done before and hope like hell she'll like it.
I slowly start pulling down her pants kissing every inch of skin that appears, her lower belly, her hips and when my lips touch the side of her thigh Beth realizes what I want to do because she freezes. And so do I.
"Hey, you okay? We won't do anything you don't want to." I tell her from where I'm crouched between her legs.
"I want you to, so much. But it's just...I've never you know done, that, is all." Beth tells me shyly.
Fuck I love being able to be her first for something else. It's the biggest turn on. The buzzkill is that I could be terrible since I ain't done this before either.
"Then we'll be each other's firsts. I ain't done this to anyone before. You gotta tell me what you like." I tell her seriously.
Beth bites her lip and looks me right in the eyes as she nods.
I take off her pants the rest of the way and throw them to the side and then kiss my way up each leg starting at her ankle and ending at her inner thigh. By the time I've kissed up her second leg she's quivering. I slowly remove her tiny excuse for underwear, they're enough to have me ruining another pair of pants, giving her time to stop me in case she's changed her mind.
When they're discarded with the pants I sit in the kitchen chair and finally look at the sight that is Beth Greene's pussy. And holy fuck I could worship her daily.
She's wet, I can see it from here, her lips glistening so pink and perfect. I stop staring long enough to look at Beth's face (god, her laying open for me on this table, hair hanging off the edge and breasts heaving is the most glorious sight I've ever seen, so far) for one last confirmation she wants this. Our eyes lock again and I know she wants this as much as I do.
I go on instinct and start by licking her from her entrance to her clit with the flat of my tongue.
"Ohmygodohmygod." Beth starts whispering and her hips fly up so I put an arm across her lower belly to hold her still.
I repeat this a couple of times and then circle her clit with the tip of my tongue.
"Daryl!" She half yells.
Her reactions so far have put me at ease and also given me a confidence boost that I won't royally fuck this up.
I part her lips with my free hand and suck gently on her clit and shit she tastes so damn good. This has her legs slightly shaking around my head.
I test the waters and move down to her entrance before licking and probing her hole.
"Yes god yes." Beth pants.
She's soaking so I think she can handle my next move. As I latch gently back onto her little nub I slowly push one finger inside of her. She pauses for a second before letting out a long, deep moan.
Fuck fuck fuck she's so tight. I can feel my finger stretching her and it takes a couple push and pulls for me to get knuckle deep.
With her hands pulling my hair, her mouth repeating my name, I work my finger in time with my mouth and in minutes I can actually feel her inner muscles tightening around my finger. I can barely hold her still as her legs start really shaking and she's moaning non-stop. Then I feel it from the inside out. Her orgasm. Her pussy locks onto my finger, squeezing it so hard I feel it on my cock too then her body stills as a gush of her juices run down my hand.
"Daaaryl." She moans one last time.
I lick her clean, savoring every drop before grabbing her panties, (thankfully my throwing is shit when I'm pre-occupied and I don't need to move to reach them) and partially redressing her before pulling her into my lap. Beth is groggy and cute in her post orgasm bliss but she still throws her arms around my neck and kisses me, tangling her tongue with mine and she has to be tasting herself. And fuck it does things to me.
"That was amazin, think I blacked out at the end for a second." She tells me against my mouth. And she's completely serious.
"You're amazin." I tell her then bury my face in her neck. Even at the end of the world she always smells so damn good but today she smells like me too and it's making me harder, if that's possible.
Beth starts shifting and doesn't even leave me time to wonder what she's doing because in the next second she's undoing my belt with quick hands. She's popping open the button of my jeans before I can even react and put a hand over hers.
"You don't have to. I never expected anythin, this was about you." I tell her meaning every word.
"I know that but I want to." She says, looking at me through her lashes. Well, this won't take long.
I shift us a bit so she has room to finish undoing my pants and then help her to pull them down slightly, my cock springing free, I think boxers are a waste of time.
I hear her sharp intake of breath and look at her face to see if she's alright. Beth's eyes are the the size of saucers and her mouth is open in the perfect shape of an "o" as she stares at my length. When she doesn't move to touch me or say a word I speak up.
"Beth..." I say gently.
She blinks a couple times before clearing her throat and meeting my eyes but only for a second before she averts her gaze to her lap.
"Sorry. Just. Wow. I've never seen one so big. Not like I seen much but still. I don't think we'll fit together." She tells me, blushing.
I put my fingers under her chin and lift her head so she's looking at me again.
"Hey, don't worry about that. I'd never hurt you, ever. And we're not there, yet. So, later, if you still want to then we'll make it work. If you don't, then that will work too. Okay? And you don't have to keep going now either." I reassure her, or at least hope I do. I know I'm bigger than most, learnt that early on having a brother then in the shitty locker rooms at my school. And yes Beth isn't only small but a virgin and I'm scared as fuck about hurting her but I don't want to dwell on that right now.
Beth's face is instantly happier and the lusty look her eyes held before is back as well as she leans in and kisses me.
"This all feels like a dream. Too good to be true." She murmurs.
"We sure as hell deserve some good in our lives." I reply.
And instead of saying anything back she gently wraps a hand around my aching cock. And as an unneeded reminder of how slight she is, her fingertips don't even meet when she holds me.
"Tell me if I do it wrong." She says against my mouth.
I can't speak, she hasn't even moved her hand yet and I'm almost fuckin there. There's no way she could do this wrong. My only response is a throaty growl and resuming our kiss.
My tip has been weeping since the minute I made her cum so Beth has enough lube right from the start. After she gathers the pre-cum from my head she finally starts moving. At first her strokes are cautious and then she grips me just a little harder and starts really getting her rhythm going. Might be a virgin but she ain't totally innocent.
"Fuck, ain't gonna last long." I say when she moves her sinful mouth to my jaw and neck.
She's the one touching me but my words have her moaning through her kisses. Beth then starts rubbing her thumb over the head of my cock on each upwards pass of her hand.
I can feel my balls tightenin already. Never feels this good when I touch myself, not even fucking close.
Then Beth brings her mouth back to mine, her tongue finding mine immediately, while her other hand tentatively cups my balls for a second before squeezing.
And that's all it takes. Somehow there's enough blood left in my brain to not let myself cum all over her, not yet at least, and cover her hand and my cock with the rag from my pocket. My back is straight as a rod, my hips moving on their own and I pull my lips away to moan out her name.
I respeat her feeling from last night.
"Wow." I breathe.
"I know." She replies through a smile.
This girl has me throwing all my instincts to the side. Instead of starting our day, for real this time, we're sitting here, wrapped up in each other's arms, foreheads together, no words being said. Is this cuddling? Never thought I could stand someone touching me like this for any length of time but the thought of her letting me go makes my chest hurt.
When it comes to Beth motherfuckin Greene all the walls I've spent years building are just crumbling to dust.