I do not own any of the TWD characters. Now, let me say something here – you guys know I love all my TWD guys (I even have a slight thing for Dwight – poor thing. Simon not so much - ewwww). BUT – ya'll know that deep down, Negan's not a nice guy right? He just takes real good care of the people that he loves and sometimes it just takes a while for things to surface. That's all I'm saying right now – please don't bash the direction this story may or may not take. Just enjoy the story.
The Relatives Came
Beth met Daryl at the door in the skimpiest little piece of material he'd ever laid eyes upon. It was a light purple and he could see her pink nipples trying to poke through the lace. Beth stood there with a sultry smile on her face and strappy silver heels on her feet. In her hand she held a piece of paper. Daryl threw, no literally dumped, his work things in the entry way floor. He took in the sight before him once more before wrapping her in a hug and inflicting a punishing kiss on her mouth.
"Were you a good girl today?" Daryl asked in an authoritative tone.
Beth smiled coyly and looked up at him. "What do you think?"
Daryl growled deep in his throat and placed a gentle swat on her apple bottom. "Girl, you gonna hafta learn" he teased before he started rubbing a thumb over each nipple. He couldn't help it – they seemed to be begging for his attention. Beth moaned softly and arched her back. Daryl liked what he could do to her in such a few seconds.
"I've got that list" Beth said breathily.
"What list?" Daryl's pupils were blown wide and he didn't give two shits right now about any list she might have. Beth giggled.
"Silly, I told you I would have a honey do list waitin for you when ya got home."
Daryl decided to play along. "Oh yeh, well hell, let me see what's on the list" he groaned. Beth turned the list around so that Daryl could read it and pointed to the number one spot - she had written in all capital letters FUCK BETH SENSELESS. Daryl smirked, "That shouldn't take too long."
"Hey" Beth didn't miss what he was implying. "That's not very nice" Daryl didn't allow Beth to even finish that sentence – he scooped her up and carried her to the bedroom and then promptly dumped her, just as he had his briefcase into the floor, onto the bed. Just as quickly as his fingers would move, Daryl was yanking the tie from around his neck and kicking off his shoes. After that, it didn't take long for him to get rid of the rest of his clothing.
Beth watched in amusement. "Ya know you're just gonna hafta clean up all your mess later" she goaded.
"Pffffft" Daryl hissed out as he climbed in between Beth's legs and began licking his way up those creamy white thighs of hers to the exact spot he'd been thinking about all day.
"Says so on the list" Beth held the list up in the air. Daryl snatched the list out of Beth's hand, balled it up, and threw it across the room. Finding precisely what he was looking for Daryl pulled the little tiny piece of purple that he thought were panties down her legs and tossed them as well. With nothing else to do at that point, Daryl plunged his tongue into Beth's warm center eliciting quite the feral scream out of his bride.
"Ya like that, do ya?" Daryl teased as he flattened out his tongue and was now making wide swipes. The addition of two thick fingers had Beth scrambling to grab the sheets, a blanket, anything to try and help ground her somewhat. When he reached that spot inside of her that always sent her over the edge, she felt as if she was going to explode right then and there.
"God, Daryl" she screamed. "Oh my God, I'm gonna" and then she did. It absolutely amazed her how freaking fast Daryl could push her over the edge. And that damn smug ass expression of his afterwards – yes, he was quite impressed with himself.
"How's that Baby?" he asked. "Ya still got sense or do I need to keep goin?"
"Daryl Dixon" Beth had been mad at this man all damn day and he wasn't improving his situation one little bit. "You are infuriatin."
"Guess I need to keep goin" he smiled before gently bending Beth's legs at the knees, carefully shoving them up around her shoulders, and then entering her heat with the same smoothness that a greasy-haired used car dealer could close a deal.
Beth wanted to say something to let him know what a genuine ass he was being but words wouldn't come to her at the moment. Daryl was well on his way to fucking her senseless she supposed and there was nothing to do but enjoy the ride. Daryl had to finish this job. He could feel that he wasn't going to last much longer. Those gorgeous tits of hers bouncing around inside that purple get up she had on. The moans and gasps Beth was producing with every thrust, her walls squeezing his dick till he was about to bust wide open. It was all working against him – "You gonna start stayin in bed in the mornins when I leave for work?" he asked.
"What?" Beth asked. What in the hell was he talkin 'bout?
"Ya heard the question Girl" Daryl stated. "Don't make me turn ya over and spank that ass."
Beth had an evil grin and a devious glint in her eye. "Ohhhhh" she said, "No, I don't think I will."
That was it. She had asked for it. Daryl flipped her over, shoved his dick back into her hot, wet pussy and then spanked her ass – three times for good measure. He made sure not to be too rough, but he'd spanked her hard enough to leave a handprint. He would've felt really bad about it too but he happened to notice that it was about the same time he spanked her that she screamed through her second orgasm. Coincidence? Daryl didn't know but he was discovering a whole new side to his girl.
"You kinky little shit" Daryl said through gritted teeth. Beth just laughed and laughed before she started shoving back onto Daryl's dick just as hard as he was plunging into her. No longer able to hold off at that point, Daryl released everything he had – shoving into her one last time, exploding deep in her walls complete with a string of expletives that would make a sailor blush. Just to be extra naughty, Beth kept thrusting back into Daryl even when she knew he was finished.
"God, Beth" Daryl laughed. "What ya tryin to do to me?"
"Whattya mean?" she asked innocently before hopping up to go use the restroom and freshen up.
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Beth took a quick rinse off in the shower. She still had a million things to do tonight and completing those chores with sex juices running down her legs did not appeal to her. The romp in the sack had only given her quite an energy boost and she'd cranked up the music in the bathroom as she allowed the water in the shower to steam up.
Beth toweled off, put her hair back pig tails, and then found some comfy sweats to put on. When she stepped out of the bathroom Beth was only temporarily amused at a very naked Daryl Dixon spread eagle on their king sized bed – snoring to beat the band. Beth went to the other side of the room to retrieve the crumpled up honey do list, moved to the side of the bed, and pelted him in the dick with it.
"The fuck?" Daryl jumped.
"Up and at em Lover Boy" Beth told him. Then she tossed him some underwear, a pair of pajama pants, and a long sleeve t shirt. "You got shit to do – ya can check off number one on your list." Beth left the room, giggling under her breath. "Come on Sam" she called and knocked on the kitchen wall. "Let's go out 'fore supper."
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"I'm so excited I just don't know what to do" Beth jumped up and down. Maggie rolled her eyes, but not where Beth could see her.
It was Monday afternoon. Maggie and Beth were at the airport to pick up all of their guests. Maggie had driven her SUV there and Negan had sent a car for Beth since she still hadn't started driving in Chicago traffic. Daryl kind of hoped she never would. Rick had told him stories of Beth's run ins with various things – other vehicles, telephone poles, people on bikes! Cows. Anyway, Negan had sent a car for Beth and Rick - it would deliver them to Maggie's place as well. Daryl and Glen would join them all for supper once they finished at work for the day.
"You just saw these people a little over a month ago" Maggie reminded her little sister.
"I know, right" Beth was oblivious to Maggie's sour mood. Maybe not so much oblivious, she had just chosen to ignore her sister's nasty disposition. Beth was done with letting Maggie Rhee dictate her feelings.
The plane had landed – Beth watched it touch down. It seemed as if it was taking them forever to unload from the plane. Beth's phone pinged with a text from Rick. "EEEEEEEEEEE" Beth squealed. "They're headed our way right now!"
Within five minutes, the three adults, two children, and an overloaded luggage cart were slowly making their way toward the sisters. Annette held Andre's hand through the busy airport and Michonne had in a baby carrier strapped to her chest. As soon as Beth spotted them she took off running. Maggie followed behind, but only at a slow jog. Beth greeted her Momma first with a hug and kisses to both cheeks.
"Let me look at you Bethie" Annette pulled away to look at her baby girl. "You look so good Sweetheart, just glowing. Doesn't she Rick?"
Rick smiled at Beth. "She sure does" he agreed. "Come 'ere!" Beth could no longer behave as an adult. She jumped into Rick's arms as he wrapped her up in a protective hug. "I've missed you."
Beth had tears streaming down her face. "Oh, I've missed you too – didn't realize how much until just now."
Rick finally put Beth down and by that time Maggie was hugging Annette and asking her how she'd been getting along. "Oh, I'm doin pretty good I suppose" Annette replied. Maggie smiled at her stepmother, a genuine smile and hugged her again.
"Beth, Beth" Andre was desperately trying to gain her attention by pulling at her top.
"What Sweet Boy?" Beth bent down to the boy's eye level.
"Where's Sam?" Andre wanted to know.
Beth laughed. "Well, Sam doesn't like the airport – it's too busy for his taste. He's at home with Noah."
"Oh" the little boy said. Beth could tell he was disappointed.
"Hey, he'll be at my place when we get there. Maybe ya'll can sleep together tonight" Beth told Andre. Thinking she'd change the subject, "What 'bout Mr. Negan's plane, huh?" Beth smiled and wiggled her eyebrows at Andre.
"It was awesome" Andre told her and then he tried to relay all of the awesome things about it. "I got to have a soda and popcorn and candy! I had this seat that reclined all the way back." The little boy was hopping up and down.
"Yes, he had lots of candy" Michonne tried to appear pissed but was failing miserably. "And so did I." Michonne smiled. "It was VERY nice of Negan to fly us up."
"Yeh" Rick scrubbed at his obviously more than one day old beard. "How'd ya pull that off?"
Again, Maggie fought the urge to roll her eyes.
Beth smiled a goofy smile "Cause Negan loves me."
"And what Beth wants, Beth gets" Maggie added. "If not from Daryl, then Negan hands it over. Right Bethie?"
"Yep, that's right" Beth agreed. She was not going to argue with Maggie – not when it was so close for her to move so far away. And certainly not while her mother was here to see it.
"I never was much a fan of flyin, but a gal could get used to that" Annette admitted. Rick was happy to see Annette smiling – her smiles were few and far between these days.
Maggie piped up. "Well, glad everyone enjoyed their trip so far. We're all headed to my place" she announced as she took one of Annette's bags from her. "Annette, you can ride with me" Maggie began, "and the car seat is in my vehicle, so I'll take Michonne and Baby Lila."
"That means Bubby and Andre get to ride with me" Beth stated.
The group made their way out to parking, Rick pulling the cart that held the bulk of their luggage. Next to Maggie's white SUV was a black one – a Land Cruiser, tinted windows. The vehicle looked as if it belonged somewhere in the Middle East. Two guys were standing by the Toyota as if they were on guard. Rick had an immediate sense of unease. One of them was pretty tall and had dark hair with a ridiculous looking mustache. He appeared to be all puffed up about something. The other appeared a bit younger, little shorter in stature, way more timid and a red head. They stood by the vehicle as if they'd been ordered not to move – each with a steely gaze taking in everything and everyone around them. Until of course, Beth appeared on the scene.
"There's Negan's girl" moustache guy exclaimed, causing Rick's hackles to raise straight away.
"Hey Ms. Beth" the much quieter, red head stated – a smile threatening to cross his face at any second. "Which of these bags are going to your place? Simon and I will deliver them after we drop you at" he looked nervously back to the brunette, who by the way had her nose curled up in disgust, and seemed to shrink in on himself "Mrs. Rhee's home."
While Negan's goons were caught up in fawning over Beth and loading luggage into the back of the vehicle, Rick tapped on one of the Toyota's windows. It elicited a very dull thud – almost imperceptible. He did the same to Maggie's car – same dull thud. Armored Rick deduced. But why? Something doesn't feel right about this Rick thought to himself.
"Maggie, your car is beautiful. Is it new?" Michonne asked.
"Thanks. It's an Audi Q7" Maggie beamed. "Glen and I just got it." She paused for a moment. "Right before we found out we're heading overseas." Rick didn't miss the grimace on Maggie's face.
"Will you be able to take it with you or is that not an option?" Michonne wondered aloud.
"No, we're leaving it behind – not much need for a car over there" Maggie explained. "Probably leave it with Negan or Beth. Hopefully she won't wreck it before we make it back stateside."
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Beth talked nonstop on what turned out to be an hour long drive to Maggie and Glen's place. Simon kept bitching about the traffic and from the stop and go pattern that had been pretty consistent, Rick assumed it to be worse than usual.
Rick did his best to pay attention to Beth and respond appropriately to her questions but he found it difficult to do. Rick, occasionally would glance at the spot in between he and Beth. Andre had finally crashed from all the sugar and was snoozing soundly. Probably for the best – Rick wanted him to be on his best behavior at Maggie's. The two guys up front appeared to be in their own world, but he couldn't help but feel that they were being supervised. One minute Beth was talking about the Thanksgiving meal, then she jumped to taking Michonne and her mom shopping and then Rick thought he heard Beth mention Shane's name.
"What?" Rick asked as his head whipped to look at her.
"I said" Beth repeated her previous thought "I saw Shane up here a few weeks ago. In the park where I take Sam."
"Are ya sure?" Rick asked her. "Our Shane? Shane Walsh?"
"Yes Rick. Our Shane" Beth said in an exasperated voice. "I followed him."
Rick just stared at Beth. "Now why would ya do that?" Rick asked Beth.
"Why would he be in Chicago? In the park where I go every day? And not speak?" Beth asked Rick.
"Was it him?" Rick finally asked.
"I don't know" she sighed. "I chased the guy as long as I could keep up with him – lost him after a few blocks."
Rick didn't respond for a few seconds. "Please don't tell me that there's no way it was him, that I must just be over tired and emotional, or that I must have been mistaken." Rick could sense the frustration rolling from Beth. "I heard all that already thank you very much."
"I wasn't gonna say any of that" Rick assured her. "Why would the guy take off runnin if it wasn't him?"
"Exactly!" Beth agreed with a smile.
Simon chanced a look over to Dwight. Dwight didn't return the glance but he certainly had not missed out on any of the conversation going on in the back seat.