Hey guys, nothing much to say except for please enjoy and review. More to come. It's looking like this might end up at about 10 chapters. Work and studies are picking up at the moment and it's too tempting for me to ignore my assignments and thesis and write about the fictional sex lives of these two love monkeys :P


She awoke as the rays of sunlight which snuck in through the boarded up window warmed her face. Her eyes blinked lazily in the early morning light, her entire body cocooned in the sensation of warmth as she noticed that Daryl had fallen asleep on top of her, pinning her to the bed and trapping their body heat together.

She let out a content sigh at the familiar feeling of waking up in bed with him. God, she'd missed that. It seems almost silly to pine after such an ordinary and uninteresting act. But for Beth, the entire charade of one of them waking before the other and kissing eachother until they squirmed, of rolling around playfully under the covers with warm hands and ticklish fingers, was the highlight of her day. She lived for the opportunity to see Daryl with his hair all mussed up and his sexy sleepy grin slapped on his face as she intertwined their legs together between the sheets.

Daryl let out a sigh as he slowly responded to her rhythmic stroking of his hair.

"Mmmmmmm-mf-nmfph," he murmured into the skin of her belly. Beth didn't even attempt to translate what he had said, simply enjoying his arms wrapping around her and squeezing her tighter against his warm body.

"Maggie's gonna be awake soon," she whispered softly, hating that she had to be the one to interupt this sheer heaven, but knowing that Maggie would be less than impressed to walk in on this scene.

"Don't care. Ain't leavin' neither of yer," he murmured stubbornly, turning his face to press wet kisses on the lowest portion of her stomach he could reach. She giggled out loud, wriggling underneath his ministrations.

"You'll care when she's putting a bullet through your head," she chided gently.

"I thought you were the one who wanted to tell her in the first place. What are you suddenly so afraid of?" he tore his lips away from her to glance up into her eyes.

"We'll tell her soon. I just don't think she'd appreciate finding out by accidentally walking in on-" she squealed as he cut her off with a completely unexpected kiss, his lips gentle yet passionate against hers. He pulled away, taking the time to admire the shocked and beautiful face of his angel staring up at him.

"Walk in on what? Us in bed together? Me on top of you, like this?" he growled in between kisses, loving the way her legs wrapped automatically around his hips, pulling him against her body in the most desirable way.

"I wonder what she'd say if she knew that little Beth Greene spreads her legs for Daryl Dixon," his hands grabbed the backs of her thighs, opening them just enough to competely slide between them, his arousal pressing prominently against her.

"I don't think she'd ever imagine some of the filthy words that come out of your mouth when I'm inside you," he grunted, loving the adorable mewling noises she made underneath him.

"She'd never guess that her virginal little sister likes it when I bruise her, or when I pound into her tight little body until she's scratching up my back and rutting against me because she's coming so goddamn hard. I bet Maggie's downstairs right now, eating her breakfast off the same table I fucked you on a few weeks ago. Remember that, sweetheart?"

Beth gasped, her own hand slapping against her mouth in an effort to withold the moan that threatened to escape.

"Or maybe she's just put her coffee cup down on the kitchen counter where I cable-tied your wrists together and took you from behind," he grinned as she let out a strangled yelp against his mouth.

"Daryl, stop!" her voice was muffled against the side of his neck.

"I wanna make you scream my name so loud she's gonna know what I'm doin' to you," he gritted his teeth as her hips tilted up against his. It was all he could do to resist tearing away the flimsy fabric of her underwear and sinking into her body, rocking into her until they were both shaking and spent.

"No, don't. Daryl, stop, please," her tiny hand were pressing persistently against the front of his chest as he pulled back to look down at her face, all playfulness suddenly dissipated.

"You alright? Did I hurt you?" his brow furrowed as he gave her a once-over with his eyes, looking for any part of her he'd squashed or injured.

"No, I-.. I'm... get off me," she choked out, her fists shoving uselessly against him as she tried to scramble out from under him, but his weight kept her pinned to the mattress.

"Beth? What's wrong?" he moved to restrain her arms, but was met with a fierce glare.

"I ain't lettin' you go until you tell me what-"

"Nauseous!"

That magic word seemed to flick the right switch in his brain as he released her so quickly she fell awkwardly out of bed, scrambling towards the bathroom just in time before the meager contents of her stomach landed in the toilet bowl.

He lay there in bed feeling as though he had just barely escaped with his life as he listened to the not-so-melodic harmony of her retching and coughing. At last the noises stopped. He gave her just though time to allow her to compose herself before he followed her into the bathroom. She sat in front of the toilet, her forehead covered in a thin sheen of sweat. She attempted to swat him away as he sank to his knees besides her and moved to push a few loose blonde tendrils off of her face.

"Don't. I feel like shit, Daryl. Just leave me alone," she grumbled, however Daryl could tell by the way she clung to his arm that she was not completely serious.

"How many times do I gotta tell you I ain't leavin' neither of you alone," he whispered gently. She let out a weak sigh, letting the weight of her body fall against him.

"Come on, princess. I know what you need," he lifted her effortlessly onto the bathroom counter. She flopped against him like a boneless ragdoll, her body weak from the nausea. Daryl grabbed for her toothbrush and toothpaste which she eagerly jammed into her mouth, scrubbing the acidic taste of morning sickness from her throat. Once she had rinsed an excessive amount of times, her hands reached for his shoulders, steadying herself as he peeled her shirt over her head and lifting her hips to allow her cotton shorts to fall to the ground.

He pulled her down from the counter, her head resting heavy against his chest as he stepped her backwards into the shower, cranking up the hot water tap and letting it spray directly on her front. She couldn't contain the sigh of relief at the sensation of warmth on her cold and weakened body.

"Can you hold yourself up? I'm getting drenched," he murmured into her ear, watching as she braced herself against the tiled wall before taking a step backwards to pull his own clothes off and toss them out of the shower cubicle. He was back behind her within seconds, his front pressed against her back and one hand resting on the flat of her belly protectively.

They stayed that way for a while, their bodies pressed together under the warm spray of water, her head resting against his shoulder and his lips pressing soft and light kisses in the crook of her neck. He eventually took the initiative to reach for the body wash and started washing her gently as if she were made of tissue paper, his hands moving feather-light over the skin of her back, her stomach, her chest.

"Feel any better?" he finally whispered, his voice hoarse. He felt her nodding her head before she wriggled around in his arms to face him, pressing her face to his chest and squeezing him tight against her body.

"Thank you," she mumbled, a simple statement that was filled with so much more.

"Come on, let's get you dried off before Maggie wonders where we-"

Daryl's sentence died before it could leave his mouth as he turned to reach for a towel and instead found Maggie standing in the open doorway of the bathroom, the doorknob still in her hand and her towel flung over her shoulder. She appeared frozen, perhaps from the sheer shock of what she was witnessing.

There was a heartbeat. A moment of silence. The calm before the storm. Daryl and Beth. Naked. Together. In the shower. His arms wrapped possessively around Beth's body.

"What the FUCK are you doing to my sister!" her voice was trembling, but loud and obnoxious all the same. Her eyes darted around the room for a suitable weapon before reaching for the knife attached to her belt, whipping it out and brandishing it uncertainly in front of her. Daryl heard Beth's groan as he grabbed desperately for a towel, maneuvering her body in front of his before wrapping the material around her figure to conceal both of them.

"Maggie, put it down," Beth started.

"No! Get the fuck away from her now or I will stab you! Now!" her pitch was slowly getting higher and higher with each threat, but her hand shook something terrible.

"Maggie, shut up. Just let me explain-"

"Explain what? I knew you were doing this, Daryl. I knew you were taking advantage of her! Why didn't you tell me, Beth? Why didn't you tell me he was doing this to you?" she shrieked, reaching for Beth's arm but finding it impossible to drag her away.

"Doing what to me?" her shower had obviously revived her somewhat, as her voice came clear and strong and left a streak of pride in Daryl that he mentally reminded himself to save for later when his life was not on the line.

"He's been using you! In exchange for protection! Isn't that right? Isn't that what I warned you about? I swear to god, Dixon, if you don't get the fuck away from her right now I'm going to cut off your-"

"Maggie!" Beth suddenly shouted in a voice so controlled and demanding that Maggie had no choice but to abandon her wordy threat to stare mesmerised at her younger sibling.

"Listen to me. Daryl has never hurt me. How dare you accuse him of that. He's the one who looked after me when Dad died. He's done more for me in these past few months than you have in my entire life," her voice sounded almost cold, and Maggie stood there wordlessly with her mouth opening and closing in shock as her brain registred the brutality of the words leaving Beth's mouth.

"He cares for me, Maggie," Beth breathed heavily, feeling Daryl's arms squeeze tighter around her at her words. "Please just calm down so we can explain everything to you," Beth pleaded, begging her sister to believe her words.

The knife clattered noisily against the bathroom tiles as it fell from Maggie's limp hand. She remained in the doorway, eyeing the two of them up in a different light, finally calculating the math that they had tried so hard to disguise since her arrival at the funeral home. Finally, she turned wordlessly, leaving the bathroom and stomping down the stairs.

Beth let out a loud sigh that she hadn't realised she'd been holding for the entire tense conversation.

She allowed Daryl to nudge her towards her bedroom and watch her as she pulled on her clothes, his hands absentmindedly dressing himself before he reached out for her again, feeling so incredibly nervous as if he were an awkward teenage love interest meeting her parents for the first time.

As they approached the living room they found Maggie sitting cross-legged on the couch, staring inquisitively into space and drumming her fingernails noisily against the arm of the couch.

"Sit down," she mumbled, pointing to the couch opposite her. Beth saw no point in arguing with her sister, especially not with the news she was about to recieve.

"So what is this? How long has it been happening? Why didn't you tell me?" she wasted no time with small talk.

"We were gonna tell you, but Glenn was so sick and we didn't want to cause any more stress," Beth replied, watching her sisters forehead furrow.

"Yes, because it wasn't stressful to walk in on you two in the shower together," she murmured, ignoring the stern look Beth was casting in her direction.

"So when did it start? Were we still at the prison?"

"No, Maggie. It was after we found this place. It just happened. It's been a few months now," Beth finished, unsure of how much detail to provide.

Maggie swallowed audibly, casting her eyes around the living room as if trying to decide which areas required an extra scrubbing.

"I can't believe this happened. It doesn't make any sense. Beth, you're so young. I never thought in a million years that you two would end up... t-together," she finally choked out, her face screwing up a little at the last word.

"I never planned for any of this to happen. I didn't even know how much I needed her until she was already mine," Daryl murmured in Maggie's direction.

"I just have one question. Are you happy?" she finally spoke, a question directed solely at her little sister.

"Yes, I am. Are you happy, Daryl?" Beth turned to look at him to find his eyes shining just a little too much for allergies.

"I ain't never been happier," he smiled as she leant forward, their lips brushing together softly. As he pulled away he heard Maggie's frustrated sigh.

"Ugh. This is gonna take some getting used to," she mumbled. Beth's laughter tinkled through the air.

"So Daryl Dixon has shacked up with my baby sister. Any more bombshells you wanna throw my way today?" Maggie laughed lightly, attempting to lighten the situation and not expecting the expression on Daryl's face.

"Well, yes, actually. No, we just... I don't think I can just say it..." Beth trailed off, trying to phrase the next sentence in such a way that would not cause Daryl to lose his genitals to an enraged Maggie.

"Beth's pregnant," Daryl blurted out. He always was a man of few words. However, these words had never been spoken before. Maggie's eyes widened momentarily, unsure of whether this was a joke. The downwards cast gaze of her sister seemed to confirm her worst fears.

"No. No fucking way. Just no," she stood up suddenly from the couch, stalking back and forth in front of the coffee table like a cornered leopard.

"Maggie, calm down," Beth started, but Maggie shook off her words.

"I swear to God, Daryl Dixon, you are giving me more and more reasons to cut off your testicles," she muttered, enjoying the somewhat terrified expression that settled upon his features at her words.

"Jesus Christ, Maggie. Don't you think you're over reacting a little?" Beth cried.

"Am I over reacting, Beth? Am I? Because let's see, last time someone we know got knocked up, I ended up cutting the damn thing out of her before she was shot in the head! Is that how you wanna go out, Beth? A bullet in your brain?" she exploded, collapsing into the armchair and admitting defeat. Her lips kept moving with the intention of spilling more unwanted information. She barely noticed Beth moving from Daryl's side to sit next to her, encasing one hand in her own.

"I know you're scared, Mags. I'm terrified. But maybe we've just gotta hope for the best, you know?" her voice was soothing. Maggie was reminded of a night from her own adolesence, after her first boyfriend had broken up with her. She'd been hysterical - crying and smashing every gift he'd ever given her. When Beth turned up at her bedroom door, awoken by her sisters rage, she'd been met with a disinterested snarl. But that little girl refused to leave, and had climbed into bed and held her hand all night long. That same little girl now sat besides her, a full grown woman, with full grown problems to match.

"I'm sorry," Maggie's voice broke, only seconds away from tears.

"But I just found you, Beth. I can't lose you again," Maggie started to sob, allowing Beth to pull her into her embrace, inhaling the scent of her skin and remembering how her long blonde hair would tickle irritatingly at her neck every time they hugged.

"You won't lose me. I promise."


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