I am never anywhere near as confident writing from Daryl's POV as I am from writing Beth's, but this chapter kind of came to me and I couldn't imagine trying to describe similar scenes from Beth's perspective, so I just went with it. I've looked at it over and over and over but now none of the words make sense at all so if it's a bit of a jumbled mess, then that will explain why.
I always try my best to write my stories differently each time and to explore the characters perspectives as diversely as I can. In this particular story, Beth is a lot more emotionally mature than Daryl; so you might find that chapters written fro her POV are more structured, clear and in a way, simple - at least in terms of expressing that Beth is feeling x because of y, and as a result she thinks/will do z.
Differently, in this fic, Daryl won't have anywhere near as much self-awareness as Beth does and for that reason, chapters written from his perspective might seem a little more messy, complicated and - for want of a better word - choppy. Questions that Daryl's chapters push forward - to both himself and the reader - won't necessarily be answered, and overall I think that writing from his POV will involve a lot more detail when it comes to exploring and understanding different emotions and thought processes.
Anyway, that aside - thank you so much for all of your lovely reviews on the last chapter, and I hope you continue to enjoy this story just as much as I enjoy writing it.
Wide blue eyes continually haunted him throughout the day and night, and as fiercely as he wanted her - 'cause god, he really, really wanted her, in every way and position possible - the constant image of her lingering around in his mind was seriously starting to piss him off.
The damned girl seemed to be fucking everywhere in his head, never leaving him alone, even when he was supposed to be concentrating on important shit. The image of her was something that was always present; sometimes smiling sweetly and laughing playfully at him - almost teasingly, too, as though she was reminding him what he couldn't have - and other times moaning and screaming at the top of her lungs.
Daryl didn't have a clue which image he preferred because it changed every time, but now it was all just driving him crazy, and the total lack of control that he seemed to have over his own mind was causing him to be even more of a dick to everyone around him than usual.
Merle had picked up on this frustration within him, that much was clear by his confused looks and seemingly thoughtful glances, but his big brother never said a single word about any of it. Merle didn't even attempt to approach the topic of Daryl's frustration and tension and anger, and there was never any clarifying question, either - no "are you okay?" or "what's going on with you?".
And that was fine with Daryl, anyway. Really. Because he didn't expect any of that from Merle - never had and never would. It just wasn't the way that their relationship worked, and as much as Daryl loved his older sibling - because as annoying as he was, the man was his blood - 'supportive' wasn't necessarily a term that sprung to mind whenever he thought anything about Merle.
His other brother's were starting to notice it, too, because they were similarly offering him the same confused - and hell, sometimes even concerned - looks whenever he said or did anything that was a little too out of character for him. A little too angry, a little too aggressive. And those words weren't anything that didn't describe Daryl Dixon, because he sure as hell could get angry and aggressive; but the younger of the two brother's had always been smarter than Merle when it came to displaying those emotions.
Apparently not any more, though.
And it was all thanks to Beth fucking Greene.
It had all started out in his dreams, and at least that was one thing that was constant and consistent about all of this - the one thing that he had grown to accept, the one thing that he had actually even come to expect. Because nowadays, it just so happened that - without a doubt - Beth Greene was always present in his dreams.
But then she had started becoming present in his day-to-day life, too. Like some sort of annoying figure on his shoulder who he just couldn't brush away, couldn't get rid of, only Daryl was never sure as to whether this girl was playing the part of the angel or the devil. The blonde tormented him daily - whilst he was at work, whilst he was doing jobs for the club, whilst he was drinking at the bar - and Daryl had no fucking clue how he was supposed to deal with this.
Usually, it was the image of her mop of blonde hair bobbing up and down as she took all of him into her mouth that sprung to mind. Didn't matter whether he was working on a car or whether he was watching his brother's back whilst a meeting went under way or whether he was speaking to some random chick who had thrown herself in his direction. And now that he had heard her voice - now that it wasn't just long, lingering looks at each other - Daryl had started to imagine the sounds that she would make; the noises of her gagging and choking whilst simultaneously humming in pleasure as she attempted to swallow his cock whole.
And hell if that didn't make him want to cum in his pants every single fucking time.
It wasn't as though it ever felt okay, but it seemed to just be easier whenever he was asleep, because the majority of the time he would jolt awake right before he was about to blow his load and instead of just gritting his teeth and carrying on as normal, Daryl could move so that he finished himself off with his hand. Whenever he imagined her with her pretty mouth around him, then he never did last long, and at least he was able to feel some sort of release once he had came.
And in that moment, it actually never did feel wrong - in fact, it always felt so right. Like it was completely normal and completely fine for a thirty four year old man to be fantasizing about this young girl that he barely even knew; some innocent farmer's daughter who had a pretty smile and big blue eyes and who looked like she was barely even legal.
The guilty feeling, though - well, that always came afterwards. When he was lying on his back with one arm covering his tightly closed eyes, his cum spilled messily all over his lower abdomen and his bedsheets. When he thought to himself about how fucked up this whole thing was; when the knowledge that he had pushed his tongue inside of her mouth and had encouraged her to rub herself against him when he didn't even know how old she was made him feel a little dizzy and pretty damn disgusted at himself.
Because fuck, what if she wasn't even eighteen yet? That would make her literally half his age.
That guilty feeling never did really go away; not unless he was completely lost in mental images of her, and even then it was still sort of present in the back of his mind. For a brief time, it felt so good to achieve his release, to have some sort of pleasure from it all; but that guilty feeling never did leave him - not really - and now, as he wiped down the remnants of himself from his stomach, Daryl wondered to himself whether or not this damned girl would ever really leave him alone.
He wanted her to go away so badly, but then at the same time, he wanted her to stay.
And that confused him more than anything else.
As a general rule of thumb, Daryl Dixon was an early riser.
Sure, he wouldn't consider himself to be even close to similar to the club's most recent prospect, Zach, who was very much a morning person and just couldn't seem to be able to just shut his fucking mouth - especially at stupid o'clock in the morning, when nobody else really was in the mood for conversation. But he also wouldn't necessarily consider himself to be like Merle, either; who would much rather lie around in bed all morning and not surface from underneath his bedsheets until at least two o'clock in the afternoon.
From the top of his head, Daryl couldn't really list any reasons as to why being an early riser was a negative thing - and hell, if there was anything that he was good at apart from working on cars and fucking up things, then it was noticing the bad side to stuff. But instead, the man found that it just meant that waking up seemed to be a lot easier for him than it was to any of his brothers, and it also meant that leaving his apartment and completing tasks for the club made more sense for him to do - especially the first ones of the day.
Whilst everyone else was fast asleep in either their homes or in the otherwise vacant rooms of the clubhouse, Daryl was up and about, able to get on with any pending tasks - especially the important ones, like meeting with other club leaders to negotiate deals or to receive payments.
Which was also a positive thing, because - believe it or not - Merle was a shit negotiator, and he had a real bad habit of just pissing everyone around him off. That usually meant bad news for the club, so it was also a general rule of thumb that Daryl dealt with these sorts of situations whilst Merle called all of the shots.
It might not have been fair, but it was his life; and Daryl always figured to himself that he much preferred being given instructions and directions as opposed to delegating roles and being a leader, anyway.
Things had turned pretty sour after the infamous shoot-out that had happened little over two weeks ago now (another thing that Merle had started), but it wasn't as though it was completely the club's fault - not really, anyway. Nobody had actually been expecting for The Angels - a rival gang from the outskirts of Florida who usually bought guns from them - to just roll up into the town the way that they had done and open fire on as many people as they could; not really caring about whether or not they injured - or killed - anyone from the club or whether it was just innocent civilians.
Rick had been pissed about it, to say the least; but the shooting had served as a distraction for their small, local police force. In the meantime, it had bought Merle a couple of extra weeks to carry on as normal for the time being - but it was only a matter of days now before something came up and Merle was taken away in cuffs. It wasn't as though his older brother being arrested would be something that Daryl had never seen before, but Merle being arrested for something he was actually innocent of?
Well, that was something that nobody had ever seen coming - not even Merle.
Although there wasn't a lick of evidence to really back up any of Candy's claims, it could still go to court - which was everything that the club didn't want, or need, right now. More bad press to fuel a bad reputation that would simultaneously piss off the sheriff's department and scare more of the people who lived in town. What was worse about it all was that Daryl, along with Rick, was plenty sure that all Candy wanted was a bit of cash from the club. She had liked Merle, always had; and sure, the two of them had fucked a couple of times (Merle's words, not his), but she wanted what the man would never be willing to give to her - a relationship.
So, there she was. Pressing charges against his big brother for rape. And Merle - stupid and stubborn as he was - refused to give her the money that he knew that she wanted. Refused to give into her, even if it meant more damage to the club's reputation.
"Ain't givin' no money to that fuckin' whore," his brother had hissed when Daryl had initially suggested it. "Not a fuckin' penny. Ain't like I even liked the bitch, ne'er mind wanted her an this shit."
"If ya didn't like her so much, then I ain't got any clue as to why your dumbass slept with her in the first fuckin' place," Daryl had retorted, deep blue eyes narrowed and his annoyance evident in his tone.
It was all pathetic, really, and Merle hadn't even bothered to reply to his younger brother's statement of the obvious before he stormed out of the clubhouse, grumbling something about needing a smoke.
Neither of them had spoken about it afterwards, which was normal for the two of them. Their disagreements were rarely resolved with words; instead, the brother's would just get on with it and get over it, leaving it behind them. Sometimes, anger would still bubble in Daryl's belly about it the same way that it probably did for Merle, but whilst neither would ever really forget - because really, how could they? - nor would they necessarily forgive, they would just leave it.
Not necessarily in the past, but it would still be left, regardless. Not to be dealt with unless something more came of it.
But now, as Daryl sat in the driver's seat of the truck with Zach in the passengers seat beside him at six a.m, he figured that Merle had definitely remembered their disagreement the week before and that his older brother was using this task as some sort of sick revenge on him.
The thing was, Daryl Dixon had completed all sorts of shit tasks for the sake of this club - this club that he loved, this club that he would do anything to protect, because it honestly meant that much to him.
Tasks that were risky and illegal; like dealing guns, like beating a man half to death because he pissed off one of his brother's. Tasks that were dangerous and potentially life threatening; like confronting another unfriendly club about an issue, right after Merle had really pissed them off. Tasks that were a little out of his comfort zone; like setting up 'welcome home' and 'just married' parties, complete with balloons and banners and food.
But heading down to the Greene farm in search of some medicine for Martinez's dog (who, in all fairness, just so happened the be the man's pride and joy) - well, Daryl Dixon had never heard anything quite like it.
And for once in his thirty four years of life, he really wished that he wasn't an early riser.
The arrival at the farm was awkward, to say the least. Daryl didn't really know the situation with Hershel Greene very well, but after seeing the older man in a few local bars one two many times - and also seeing his youngest daughter come to drag him out of them, too - he figured that alcohol played a pretty big part in his life. Still, the old man was a veterinarian (the only one in town, as a matter of fact), and apparently he was the only person within a thirty mile radius who would stock what Martinez was looking for.
Daryl lazily parked up the truck outside of the big white farm house, not really taking any of it in as he did so. Instead, he kept his head down as he pushed the car door open, and Zach let out a low whistle as they approached the porch steps of it.
"Nice set up, huh?" he said, and Daryl didn't bother to respond, keeping himself quiet - just like he had done the whole journey here. The wooden steps creaked and groaned in protest under his weight as he made his way up them, but he took no notice as he looked up at the front door. "I always wanted a house like this when I was a kid. Always thought it'd be pretty neat, livin' on a farm."
As he knocked on the door three times, Daryl still didn't make any effort to respond to Zach's words. Instead, the older man let out a heavy sigh through his nostrils, his deep blue eyes darting around the porch and briefly taking the space around him in. He supposed that Zach was right; the house was pretty neat, and he could definitely relate to the idea of wanting something like this when he was a kid.
Hell, when Daryl was a kid, he just wanted anything that was different to what he had: a shitty trailer for a home, a mother who was buried six feet under, an abusive alcoholic daddy who beat on him like he was a punching bag and a brother who fucked off at every possible opportunity.
Just as he was about to raise a fist to knock on the front door again, the sound of a key being turned in the lock met his ears and the door opened inwards to reveal the girl who wouldn't stop haunting his dreams. It was around quarter past six in the morning and she looked like she had only just woken up; wearing nothing but a fluffy pink nightgown that fell to the middle of her calves, her face fresh and bare from make-up (although her usually wide and alert blue eyes looked pretty sleepy) and her blonde hair a mess of curls that fell all around her face.
And christ, she was so perfect, and the surprised expression that came over her face at the sight of the two of them stood on her porch made him almost want to laugh out loud.
It was quiet between the three of them for a moment - Beth and Daryl staring intensely at each other and Zach hovering behind Daryl, his brow knotted a little bit in confusion at the silent exchange - before the older of the two men finally cleared his throat and spoke to her.
"Your daddy here?" Daryl asked, his voice thick and rough from lack of use this morning. From where she stood behind the front door, Beth jerkily nodded her head in answer to his question before pulling the front door open much wider, silently inviting the two men to come inside of her home.
It was awkward again for a few more seconds before Daryl finally moved his body, stepping forward with one long stride so that he was over the threshold of the farmhouse. Zach followed closely behind him, the kid always making sure that he had everybody's backs, and he chose to greet Beth with a cheery 'hello'.
The sound of it had Daryl recalling the fact that it had been Zach who had collected the blonde the day that her truck had broken down, and that it had also been Zach who had nervously requested that Daryl work on the vehicle.
"I told her that I'd get the best mechanic on the job," Zach had stuttered out in explanation, his usual air of confidence disappearing whenever he was around Daryl. "An' she seems like a real sweet girl - I went to school with her, a couple o' years ago, an' she was in the class below me. If you don't have that many jobs on, then -"
Daryl had cut him off there, agreeing that he would get the job done; and in all honesty, it hadn't taken him very long at all. If any of the guys in that shop were going to be working on Beth's car then Daryl wanted to make sure that it was him - just to be confident that nobody fucked it up or was lazy with it - although he didn't bother to explain any of that to Zach.
Daryl briefly allowed his eyes to dance over the family photographs that littered the walls - images of Beth and who he recognised to be her older sister smiling happily at the camera, along with other images of her father and two other family members who he assumed would be her mother and brother - whilst the front door clicked to a shut behind him. At the sound of her feet padding across the floorboards, Daryl spun himself around to face her, only to find that the girl was much closer than he had anticipated her to be.
As he whirled himself around, the blonde took half a step backwards in complete and utter surprise, her sleepy eyes widening slightly before she straightened up her back. The action caused her to stand a little bit taller beneath his gaze, but she was still so small, though - so much shorter than him, and tiny in every possible way. The fluffy pink nightgown was hardly flattering to her figure since it covered the most of her up, but it was pulled in tightly at the middle, reminding him of just how slender her waist was.
The girls cheeks were burning red now, and Daryl had a feeling that she knew exactly what it was that he was thinking about. Surprisingly, the thought didn't embarrass him - instead, it just made him hungrier for her.
Watching her visibly swallow made his mouth actually feel as though it was going dry, and when she opened her own mouth to speak, Daryl couldn't help but to be reminded of how those lips had felt pressed against his. The memory of that night had been playing around in his mind for what had felt like forever at this point, and still Daryl couldn't shake the feeling that he needed to taste her again.
Just once. (Or maybe more. Maybe a lot more.)
"What is it that you want?" Beth asked, her brows arching and her words braver than he had expected them to be. He could tell that the blonde knew exactly what it was that she was asking him, and Daryl wondered whether she wanted him to actually answer that the way he should do in front of Zach or whether she wanted him to answer it with honesty.
But she knew all too well exactly what it was that he wanted. Her.
Reaching into the pocket of his jacket, Daryl pulled out the scrunched up piece of paper that had the name of the medicine that they were looking for scrawled onto it. He passed it towards her, and Beth tentatively took it from his hands, careful to avoid any physical contact with him as she did so - not even allowing her fingers to brush over his. Daryl just knew that she had done it on purpose, but he didn't allow himself to think too much about it and instead watched her as she read over the note.
Beth's brows furrowed together and her head snapped up to look straight at him once again, her light blue eyes narrowed in what Daryl assumed to be confusion.
"What do you need this for?" she asked, holding the piece of paper up slightly so that he could look at it. All teasing had disappeared from her tone now, and instead Beth was completely serious as she spoke directly to him, no hidden meaning behind her words.
Shrugging his shoulders, Daryl's eyes darted over towards Zach - who looked to be more than a little confused himself - before he returned his gaze back to Beth. Usually, he wouldn't just give out information about the club unless it was absolutely necessary, but Daryl figured that telling the girl about a dog couldn't really hurt anyone.
"S'Martinez," he said, as though he actually expected her to know who the man was. Hell, maybe she did - it's not like he was supposed to know. "His dog... It's sick. Ain't old, neither, an' I don't know wha' the hell's wrong with it other than we've gotta get it that medicine."
Cocking a brow at him, Beth glanced down at the piece of paper once again before she looked back up to Daryl. "So you came here for it?" she said, suspicion and curiosity clear in her voice.
Nodding his head, Daryl spoke once again. "Know that your daddy's a vet," he said, eyes locked on Beth's. "Figured he could help us."
It looked as though the blonde wanted to say something more about it all, but instead she bit down on her lower lip and nodded her own head. Without saying another word to either of the men, she quickly made her way up the stairs of the farmhouse, not bothering to look behind her as she did so.
It was only a matter of minutes when it came to waiting for the blonde to re-appear, and she came tumbling quickly down the stairs once she was done doing whatever it was that she had disappeared for. Immediately, Daryl noticed that she was now dressed; having changed out of her fluffy pink robe into a pair of faded blue jeans, worn brown cowboy boots and a plain white tee. Her hair had clearly been brushed and was now resting in a messy ponytail on top of her head, and not for the first time in his life, Daryl wondered whether or not this girl knew exactly what it was that she was doing to him.
He was ninety-nine percent sure that those were the jeans that she had been wearing the night in the bar - and then, as soon as he looked up into her light blue eyes and saw the fire there inside of them, he was suddenly one hundred percent sure that those were definitely the jeans that she had been wearing.
And he was definitely sure that Beth knew just what she was doing to him, too.
"I've got what you need," Beth said, her chin held high as she looked him directly in the eyes. "But I'm not just goin' to give it to you."
Scoffing, Daryl felt a little bit of annoyance bubbling within him, but it was nothing like the usual anger that stirred whenever anyone else provoked him. "Why the hell not?" he asked her, deep blue eyes blazing as he looked over at her.
Seeming to be completely un-phased by his attitude, Beth stood her ground. "Because the dog clearly needs to see a vet," she said as though it was the most obvious thing in the world - and hell, it probably was. "I'm not just gonna give you medicine without knowin' for sure that it's what the animal needs."
Resisting the childish urge to roll his eyes, Daryl instead folded his arms across his chest and cocked his head at her. "Alright," he said, trying not to grit his teeth as he spoke. "What are you suggestin'?"
The soft smile that crept across her face had Daryl feeling a little bit uneasy, and her words made him feel all sorts of uncomfortable - to a point where he had absolutely no idea what he was supposed to say.
"My dad can't come with you right now - he... He's busy. But I've been studyin' at college to take over the family business," she said, the smile never disappearing from her lips as she spoke - not even when she mentioned her father. "So I guess that I'll be the one comin' with you. So long as you want that medicine, anyway."
Credit where credit is due - Daryl thought to himself that Beth Greene was going to make one hell of a vet.
He had been wary of bringing her to the clubhouse, that much had been clear from the second that she had suggested it; but the blonde seemed to be anything but nervous or unsure as she quickly got straight to work on examining Martinez's dog. The man was a complete and utter wreck as he paced around the room, clearly panicking as he asked Beth a ton of questions that didn't really make any sense and also mumbling sentences to himself in Spanish.
But Beth was a complete natural with the dog and she was also real good with Martinez, too - reassuring him and explaining everything that she was doing and why. The small blonde did a hell of a better job at calming Martinez down then anyone else could have done, and the thought alone made Daryl actually feel proud of her.
As quickly as that feeling came, he pushed it away, reminding himself that he had absolutely no right to feel this way about the youngest Greene girl.
In the end, it turned out that Beth had been absolutely right in the first place about not just handing over the medicine to the two men because it had been what Martinez said that he needed. Now that he looked back on it, he was surprised that Beth had actually stood her ground to him and Zach - because hell, they could have been all sorts of mad when she refused to just give them exactly what they wanted from her - but he was actually sort of relieved that she had done.
And Daryl had been more than just slightly reluctant about bringing Beth here to see the sick animal - mostly because the thought of being around her for longer than necessary when he couldn't get the mental image of her sucking him and fucking him out of his head made him feel uncomfortable - but Beth had concluded that the dog actually needed three different types of medicine to help coax it back to full health, and also recommended a shit load of stuff to Martinez in order to help prevent any future health problems.
The Latino was a genuinely nice guy, and he thanked her with passion and praise; and Beth had grinned happily when the man had pulled her into him to give her a strong hug. The sight of another man's hands on her bare shoulders had Daryl's body tensing up, but he forced himself to physically relax, reminding himself that this was one of his brothers and that Beth was not his - no matter how much he wanted her to be.
Throughout the duration of her visit to the clubhouse, Daryl had been lingering in the background, observing everything from a distance. The way the her small, nimble hands were gentle and delicate as she examined the dog. The way that her soft, kind voice calmed down both the animal and his friend. It was amazing to see her at work - mesmerising, too - and the sound of her snapping off her gloves caught Daryl's attention, snapping him back into reality.
And then he realised that everyone else was gone, and it was just the two of them now; alone in this small little room. And suddenly he felt like the walls were coming in on him in all directions, and as she made her way over towards where he was stood, Daryl sucked in a deep breath; wanting nothing more than to just bolt and run as far away from her as he possibly could get.
Daryl was stood closely to the trash can in the room, and Beth deposited the used gloves inside of it before he looked up at him, a soft smile on her face as she addressed him. "You just gonna stand there all day?" Beth asked him, all teasing and playful.
It was completely innocent, really, but Daryl's ears still burned red nonetheless.
"Nah," he responded, shaking his head as he looked down to the ground. And damn, it wasn't as though he was stupid - in fact, Daryl usually had a quick quirk for everything that anyone threw at him - but whenever he was around this girl, he seemed to lose all sense of everything.
With a soft smile still resting on her face, Beth didn't move a muscle, instead choosing to stand completely still just a few feet away from him. The confidence that Daryl had possessed when he was drunk had disappeared, and he felt all sorts of nervous and unsure of himself as he stood awkwardly in the middle of the room. A part of him wanted nothing more than to cross the room, cup her cheeks with his hands and pull her in for a kiss; but then another part of him still wanted to bolt, still wanted to run.
"Need a ride home?" he heard himself ask her, breaking the silence between them, and Beth blinked a few times before she nodded her head at him in response.
"So long as you don't mind," she responded, that sweet smile still playing on her lips.
Shaking his head again, Daryl tried his best to relax his shoulders as Beth tucked a stray piece of hair behind her ears. "Only got the bike," he said to her, part of him hoping that maybe it would put her off coming back with him, another part of him hoping that she would accept so that he could feel her arms wrapped tightly around his middle.
The image of her hands snaking down underneath his jeans occupied his mind, and Daryl had to bite down hard on his tongue to push it away.
Beth appeared to be a little bit nervous about it - he could tell by the way that she swallowed quickly and widened her eyes - but it obviously wasn't enough to put her off. "That's fine," she said, nodding her head. "I've never rode on a motorcycle before."
He couldn't help himself but smirk at her as he responded to her words. "Guess there's a first time for everythin'," he said, and Daryl was actually taken aback about the fact that he was flirting with her so obviously and openly.
This was a first for him, that was for sure - and it certainly had not been part of his plan when it came to interacting with her. Unlike his older brother, Daryl had never really been all that confident around women, nor did he have a knack for talking to members of the opposite sex. The mechanic highly doubted the fact that he was any good at flirting with anyone he came across - never mind Beth Greene.
But despite the fact that he really was just terrible at this, Beth's blue eyes twinkled a little as she looked up at him, and a slow smile spread across her face. "Yeah," she chuckled out, nodding her head slightly. "I guess there is."
And fucking hell - was she flirting with him right back?
It only took a minute or two more for Beth to tidy everything away before she led the way out of the clubhouse, Daryl following behind her; and he couldn't help himself to but to watch her ass as she walked. The jeans that she wore were sinfully tight against the skin of her ass and her thighs - looking as though they had been spray painted on that morning - and the thought of his hands wandering all over them once again like they did in the bar had him growing hard in his own pants.
Passing her the helmet that he usually wore on top of his own head and watching as she buckled it, Daryl got onto his bike first before nodding his head as a silent instruction for her to follow suit. Her slender arms naturally wrapped around his waist quite loosely, but Daryl knew that she would definitely tighten her hold on him as soon as he set off. He tried not to think too much about how her warm body felt so good pressed up tightly against his, and instead focused on the quickest route that he could take to get to the Greene farm.
Maybe he would go the longer way round, though. Not for any particular reason, of course - just because he didn't fancy riding right through the centre of town with a nervous girl pressed up against him. Going through the woods was probably the better option, anyway, even if it would take a good ten minutes or so longer than the road way did.
"Any tips?" Beth asked him as he started up the engine of the bike with a roar, breaking him out of his thoughts. The blonde was speaking directly into his ear, her lips so close to his lobe in a way that he figured she had to know would drive him crazy, and just the sound of her voice so close had him suppressing a shudder.
Smirking as he revved the engine, Daryl shrugged his shoulders at her. "Yeah," he said, speaking louder than he usually did so that she could hear him over the chugging of the engine, a chuckle in his voice. "Don't fall off."
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