Beth sat on the end of her bed and anxiously awaited Daryl's arrival. She took about me hour and a half to get ready, she wanted to look flawless. She slipped on a baby pink dress that was tight around her torso and flowed down to just above her knees. Instead of loose bouncy curls, Beth straightend her hair to where it fell generously past her shoulders. As for her makeup, she flushed her cheeks with a light pink blush and lined her eyes with a thin black liner and curled her lashes before she lightly coated them with mascara, topping it off with a bold pink matte balm for her lips. Her goal was to look as natural as possible, but still look pretty. Her stomach flipped over itself when Daryl had ran his fingers over her hungrily earlier that day. She wanted to recreate that moment.

Beth was still sitting on her bed twirling her hair nervously when she heard the low rumble of Daryl's motorcycle in the distance. Beth's heart jumped with excitement as she slipped on a pair of white pumps and practically ran downstairs. By the time Beth got to the front door, Hershel was already rising from the couch to see who had pulled up outside. Beth huffed at her Dad before she rushed out onto the porch.

"Daryl!" Beth squealed happily as Daryl awkwardly waved, getting off of the sleek black Triumph. 'Damn, she looks good.' Daryl thought, eyeing her up and down as she ran over and hugged him before pecking a light kiss to his lips.

"Sweetheart, you look fu- I mean great, but um...but I think you might need to change clothes." Daryl said, cupping her elbow as she pulled away. Daryl's body tensed when he saw Hershel walk out into the porch out of the corner of his eye.

"Is something wrong with it?" Beth asked in a worried tone, her eyes searching his face for answers.

"No, it's just that I brought my bike...and you're in a dress and them high heels." Daryl sputtered nervously as Hershel listened into the conversation.

"Oh, right!" Beth said, slightly embarrassed as she turned around to change, "I'll be right back, this is my Daddy. talk to him!" Beth chirped as she motioned to Hershel, who was eyeing Daryl disgustedly, Daryl cleared his throat nervously and walked up onto the porch.

"I know who you are." Hershel said before Daryl could even open his mouth, "I can't control Bethany anymore, but I pray that she lets you go fast. You're nothing but trouble." Daryl rolled his eyes and looked away from Hershel, who raised an eyebrow at Daryl's disrespectful gesture.

"You're just digging yourself a deeper hole the more you roll those eyes, young man." Hershel reprimanded causing Daryl to whip towards him.

"I'm thirty-five years old and I don't need your opinion or your rules, old man. Beth's an adult she can make her own choices." Daryl growled defiantly, getting closer to Hershel.

Daryl's voice rose slightly, but not loud enough to be noticed by Beth. Hershel cut his eyes and opened his mouth to say something, when Beth popped out onto the porch smiling. She had changed into short black cargo shorts, a see through purple tank top with a black bandeau underneath and her black Toms. Daryl and Hershel were about a foot from each other and they looked like they were about to have a showdown. Boy, did Daryl look pissed.

"Is everythin' okay?" Beth asked, looking at the two. Daryl straightened his posture and straightened his leather vest.

"Everything's perfect." Daryl said, making eye contact with her.

She walked over to Daryl and wound her arm around his. Beth was still mad at Hershel and this was pissing him off to no end. What better way to make Daddy mad then bring a bad boy to the house? He didn't like Daryl for some reason and damn did she want to know why.

"Let's go." Beth said, breaking the silence. Daryl glared at Hershel once more before nodding his head and leading her towards the Triumph.

"Alright sweetheart, put this on." Daryl said getting back onto the motorcycle and handing her a small black helmet. Beth nodded and put the helmet on and got onto the back of the motorcycle. He started the bike up and Beth jumped a little and wrapped her arms tightly around his waist.

"You good? Just remember to lean with me an' the bike, don't resist the pull. Got it?" He asked her, chuckling softly. The way she jumped and damn near rushed the breath out of him, this had to be the first time she been on a motorcycle.

"Yeah." Beth replied, nervously clenching onto him tighter as they took off. He turned out of the long driveway and they were on their way.

"Hun, you're gonna have to loosen up a little," Daryl called over his shoulder, "Ya ain't gonna fall off." Daryl reassured her. He didn't mind that she is pressed up against him, she was just clinging onto him for dear life and it was getting hard to breathe.

"Where are you takin' me?" Beth asked loudly, loosening her grip on his middle. Daryl changed gears and twisted the clutch before answering.

"You'll see." Daryl replied shortly, focusing on the road.

They drove for about thirty minutes before Daryl pulled into the parking lot of Dixon's. He pulled around to the back and entered one of the open garage doors. Daryl cut the engine and kicked down the kickstand and got off of the bike, walking over to close the garage door. Beth took off her helmet as Daryl got back onto the Triumph, facing her. Beth was beyond confused. Was this his idea of a date?

"What are we doing here?" Beth asked confusedly, hoping that he would explain himself.

"Do ya want an honest answer?" He replied, avoiding her gaze. Beth kept her eyes trained on his face and answered.

"Yeah, I suppose so." She said, still confused. He was acting like he was hiding something and it was making her nervous.

"I have never taken a girl like you on a date. I didn't know what the hell to do." Daryl admitted shyly, his cheeks burning with a vivid blush.

Beth knit her eyebrows together. This threw her off, he was a bad boy. Surely he knew how to take woman on a date or was he really this nervous and clueless? 'A girl like you?' Beth thought, replaying his words in her head, 'What the heck is that supposed to mean?' Daryl's nervousness was cut and it made him all the more attractive. He had quirks and Beth was figuring them out.

"A girl like me?" She asked, gaining eye contact with Daryl. Daryl picked at the hole in his jeans before answering.

"You told me you were a slut, but I don't think you really are. The only women that I've ever been around were sluts that I picked up from the bar. You ain't one of them." Daryl said as he ran his fingers through his hair nervously.

"Daryl, I don't know what to say." Beth said blushing. He thought so much of her, it made her it made her squirm. If only she could tell him that she wasn't the perfect princess that she looked like.

"I don't think you should be hanging around me." Daryl said looking at her with furrowed brows. Beth felt a pent up rage bubble up inside of her. Had Daddy said something to him?

"What!? Now you sound like my Dad." Beth said, her voice rising and her hands balling up into fists.

"I'm not a good guy-.." Daryl started, but Beth cut him off by grabbing shirt and yanking him towards her. Daryl stopped mid sentence and look at her with wide eyes and raised an eyebrow at her sudden burst of strength.

"I don't care if you're a good guy or a bad guy Daryl. I like you. Deal with it." Beth seethed, looking into his eyes, their lips inches apart. Her outburst completely took him by surprise and for once in his life he didn't have a comeback. Beth moved closer and Daryl nervously looked into her eyes.

"Beth, stop." Daryl breathed, their lips barely touching. The closer she got to him, the more intoxicated he became by her distinct scent of strawberries and vanilla.

Beth grabbed the side of his face with both of her hands pushed her lips onto his. Daryl didn't stop her this time. She sucked on his bottom lip as he snaked his tongue into her mouth. The more their tongues tangled together, the rougher Daryl got. Beth scooted closer to him to where she was practically sitting on his lap. Daryl harshly gripped her hips as she took his bottom lip into her mouth and sucked lightly before biting down. She let go of his face and splayed one hand in his chest and roughly grabbed bulge in his jeans with the other making him grunt in approval. He quickly grabbed Beth and hoisted her onto his lap to where his bulge was pressed onto the apex between her thighs. Daryl grabbed the base of her neck and yanked her mouth to his, making her moan into his mouth as his plunged his tongue into her mouth and began to swirl his tongue around hers.

Daryl slid his hands under her shirt and swept his rough hands over her flat, firm stomach, leaving goosebumps in their midst. Daryl ran his hands to her sides and then to her back and pulled her bandeau down, making Beth whimper in anticipation. Daryl continued to move his lips with hers as he roughly cupped her breasts and began to squeeze them. Beth moaned loudly into his mouth and ran her hands through his shaggy hair. He removed one hand from her breast and reached up, cupping her cheek, moving his thumb across the soft flesh of her jaw.

He wound his arm around her waist and roughly lifted his hips to grind against her, Beth squeaked at the movement as Daryl smirked at her while doing it again. Beth smirked back at him devilishly and moved from his lap and started to tug on his belt before unzipping and unbuttoning his jeans. Daryl let out a moan as she pulled his erection out of his jeans and began to pull on his length.

"Fu-uck." Daryl grunted, his words faltering as she began to move her hand faster. He bit back a moan as she harshly gripped him tighter. Daryl mumbled something along the lines of 'damn' before he opened his eyes and grabbed her wrist causing her to let go of his erection.

"Come 'ere." He said, pulling her back onto his lap, starting to impatiently unzip her shorts.

"Let me take them off." Beth said seductively as she got off of the bike and stripped in front of him.

She pulled her shirt off along with her bandeau and kicked off her shorts, leaving her in her Toms and underwear. Beth got back onto the motorcycle and immediately began to unbutton his long sleeve denim shirt, effectively pulling it off and throwing it onto the ground. He wrapped his arm around her lower back and pulled her closer, his length pressured up against her sensitive spot all the way to her belly button.

"Fuck me." She breathed into his ear, nibbling on his earlobe lightly.

"Oh I will, sweetheart." Daryl growled, brushing her entrance with his fingertips as he moved her panties to the side. He gripped Beth's hip firmly, lining his erection up with her entrance and then slowly lowering her down onto his erection. Beth started to pulse around him as he adjusted himself in her.

"Shit." Daryl moaned as she began to move up and down on him, sliding himself out of her just enough before she would jam her hips down, making him bury himself deeper in her each time. Beth quivered and a tiny yelp left her lips every time she sunk down onto his length.

"Fuck, Beth." Daryl moaned huskily, grabbing her breasts and squeezing them as she bounced up and down on him. Daryl's hips began to jerk upward causing Beth to let out a tiny squeal as he filled her more. Daryl hooked a hand under her knee and lifted her leg so he could go deeper as Beth tried to set a pace.

"Christ," Daryl breathed, placing wet sloppy licks and kisses from her collarbone to her neck, "cum for me girl." Daryl cooed, lifting his hips up to meet hers. Beth whimpered as he stared to push into her harder and deeper. Daryl placed his hand on her hips and stilled her.

"Let's get off of this thing." Daryl groaned. Beth wrapped her legs around his waist and Daryl lifted her up and carried her over to the shop door and entered a room before opening another door that led to his office.

The last time she was there she noticed to doors in his office and now she knew where the other one led. Daryl kicked the door shut and put her down into the soft carpet right in front of his desk. Once he settled himself between her legs, he began to relentlessly pound his hips into hers making Beth dig her fingernails into his back. He lifted Beth's leg and put it over his hip, enabling himself to angle deeper. The faster he set his pace, the more of Beth's juices rushed out of her. He continues to slam into her after each time. He put his forehead to hers and pulled her sweaty hair back a little.

"Daryl." Beth choked out, her voice drowning in pleasure. He let go of her hair and pinned her wrists above her head with both hands and continued to pound harder into her, her wetness seeping to her thighs making them slick.

"Oh my god. Oh my god." Beth cried out, her toes curling as she kept one leg draped over his hip.

"You like that, sweetheart?" Daryl whispered in her ear, making Beth shiver. She loved when he called her that, the way he said it pushed Beth closer to the edge. All he had to do was talk to her and she was immediately set off.

"Yes, fuck yes." Beth stuttered, not able to put enough words together to form a sentence.

He leaned down and pushed his mouth onto hers, forcefully shoving his tongue in between her lips, prying her mouth open and sliding his tongue along with hers. He kept his mouth adjoined with hers, swallowing her moans as his thrusts became messier. Beth felt the warmness food her abdomen as she teetered in the edge of her release.

"Daryl, oh fuck. Daryl!" She cried out as she felt the ball in her stomach explode with pleasure. Beth was twitching and breathless underneath him as he continued to sloppily thrust into her, he had lost all rhythm he had. Daryl buried his head into the crook of her neck and attempted to keep thrusting into her.

"Jesus fucking Christ." Daryl grunted, jerking and pulsing inside of her as he rotated his hips lightly. Daryl pressed soft kisses from her neck to her mouth before rolling over and collapsing beside her. They both laid there out of breath for a second before Daryl got up quickly and stuffed himself back in his pants, avoiding eye contact as Beth got to her feet and adjusted her panties. They walked back out into the garage and Beth strode over to her pile of clothes, getting dressed as Daryl buttoned up his long sleeve denim shirt and pulled his vest back on.

"Are you gonna say somethin'?" Beth asked sassily braking the silence as she zipped up the shorts.

"I shouldn't have done that." He said darkly, rolling his sleeves up.

"Well you did." Beth said rolling her eyes walking closer to him, his back turned.

"It's not a bad thing." Beth said softly staring at him from behind. Daryl turned around and looked her in the eyes.

"Why you wanna get involved with me?" Daryl asked nervously.

"I told you why...I like you." Beth replied looking up to him, standing against him. He didn't say anything he just stared at her for a few seconds curiously as if he didn't believe her. She wrapped her arms around his waist and pecked him on the lips.

"Can we go on a date now?" Beth asked kissing him on the lips again, "Let's go to the diner."

"Alright." He said as she slowly let go of his waist. He went over and pushed the garage door open. When he turned around she was already on the back of the motorcycle with her helmet on smiling at him. He smirked at her and shook his head and got on.

"You're fucking crazy." He said as he cranked up the bike and they drove off to the diner.


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