Daryl lit a cigarette as he walked down the steps from Beth's apartment. The crisp Georgia breeze engulfed him as he took a deep drag. For the past two hours he had taken her to a high end cocktail party to scope out some of the business's wealthier clients. Daryl's job was to deal with the "uppity shitheads", as Merle put it, because Daryl was the only one in the group who could pull it off.
Daryl was used to going solo, but having a hot blonde attached to his side made him feel like he looked more of the part. By now, Beth seemed like she was getting along with the air of the business pretty well. It was like she had an identic memory or some shit. Daryl ran his hand through his unusually clean hair and huffed.
Counting a few minutes ago, he had fucked her three times and he had only known her for a couple of days. Hell, he didn't know her at all. There was something about her petit frame, innocent demeanor, and tight pussy that drove him insane. Daryl shook his head and tried to regain his composure when he felt his dick stirring in his jeans. He knew Merle would kick his ass if he found out that Daryl was already fucking the newest member of the business. For some odd reason, Merle took to Beth instantly and Thoth that she was a valuable piece of something for the business.
Daryl rounded the corner of the familiar alley and made his way to the little hole in the wall apartment, the group's location. He knew that it'd be tough getting the facts around Merle. Merle could talk the devil into anything, but he could smell bullshit like a shark could smell blood. Daryl didn't even want to fuck with lying to Merle because the last thing he needed was to be in his older brother's shit list. He internally groaned as he opened the door and stepped in.
"Where the hell have you been, baby brotha'?" Merle asked in an irritated tone. Merle was at the the kitchen table in the middle of the open kitchen sorting out money and white power. Daryl shrugged his jacket off and strode to the table and plopped down in the chair across from him.
"I've been out. I took Beth to Martinez's cocktail party to get her familiar with 'em." Daryl said nonchalantly as he scraped some white powder in his direction. He grabbed some small clear baggies and began to measure and weigh out the substance.
"Andrea and Phillip came in last night and told me some shit." Merle said, still counting out hundreds. Daryl swallowed thickly and looked up.
"Well? What did the dumb bitch tell you?" Daryl said, trying his best to sound annoyed.
"She told me that she walked up on you tongue fuckin' blondie. Baby brother, ya know how much I'm for you gettin' a little pussy, but not her." Merle said in an unusually understanding voice. Daryl knit his eyebrows together and snorted.
"Since when do you get to tell me who I fuck?" Daryl asked, his voice rising. Merle rolled his eyes and put down the bills that he was counting.
"Since now. I don't need blondie goin' all goo goo over ya just because you couldn't keep yer dick in ya pants." Merle said, trying not let his temper go to shit. Daryl stood up and rubbed his face. He knew Merle was right, but he didn't want to believe it. It's not like he loved Beth. No, but he felt something there. He just wasn't sure if it was the fucking or not.
"Alright." Daryl said in a defeated tone. The smug winning look on Merle's face didn't help any.
Merle plopped a bottle of Jack down on the table and Daryl immediately grabbed it and began to take large pulls from it. After about forty-five minutes of bagging drugs and drinking Daryl's head began to swim. Merle scooted a beer in his direction and tossed a small white baggie in front of him. Daryl popped the tab on the beer and took a long swig. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and held up the small baggie up and looked at Merle quizzically.
"That's right. It's all yours." Merle said, chuckling. Daryl raised an eyebrow and debated the thought in his head.
It had been a few months, but he told Beth that he didn't do it. 'Fuck it. I don't get to fuck her anymore anyway.' Daryl thought as he poured some out onto the table. Daryl wet the pad of his pointer finger and dipped it into the whitish powder and was about to rub it onto his gums when something stopped him.
"No, I can't." Daryl said shortly as he stood up and made his way towards the door.
Daryl was already halfway drunk. Drunk enough to stumble a little as he walked down the alleyway. The only thing that was coming clear through Daryl's drunken thoughts was Beth. BethBethBethBethBeth... Daryl's shirt was unbuttoned, his hair was disheveled and he smelled of whiskey, but he didn't care.
Daryl walked until he made it to the stairs of her apartment building. He clambered up the stairs and made it to her door and knocked loudly. He put his forearm against the doorframe for support as he heard Beth's light footsteps. Beth opened the door and gasped a little. Daryl's eyes roamed over Beth's revealing pajamas. Beth had on a yellow crop top and light pink short shorts.
"Daryl! What on earth are you doin'? It's two in the mornin'!" Beth exclaimed, her big doe eyes as clear as water. Daryl's dark brown hair hung in his eyes as he looked into hers.
"I don't know..what I'm doing here." Daryl said in a gravelly voice, shaking his head. Beth stepped out of the apartment and wrapped her arm around his waist and slunk under his arm.
"C'mon Daryl. You're comin' inside." Beth said in a stern tone as she pulled on him to get inside.
Daryl eventually complied and half stumbled into the apartment and toward the couch. Beth sat him down on the couch and went back to the front door to close it. Once she closed the door, she turned around and stared at him. Daryl's eyes met her gaze and stayed there until she looked away. A blush tinged on Beth's cheeks as she scurried into the kitchen to get him a glass of water. She reappeared with a glass of ice water and a pill bottle in hand.
"Here. Take a couple, you're gonna need it." Beth said as she handed him the glass and bottle.
Daryl took the water, but pushed the bottle of pain medication back into her hand. Beth furrowed her eyebrows and pushed the pill bottle back towards him. Daryl being the brash southerner he is, slammed the bottle on the coffee table and looked into her eyes sternly.
"I don't need no damn pills." Daryl snapped. Beth recoiled a bit at his outburst, but didn't flinch away from him completely. Daryl calmed down a bit and sipped at his water.
"Sorry. I'm an asshole when I'm drunk." Daryl mumbled, refusing to make eye contact with her. Beth folded her hands in her lap and nodded her head.
"It's okay, Daryl. My Daddy used to drink, and I know how it can be." Beth murmured as she got up and walked into the back area of the apartment. Daryl faintly wondered was her room looked like until Beth's soft footsteps brought him back to reality.
"You're gonna stay the night, right?" Beth asked as she made her way over to the couch. Daryl shrugged his shoulders and shifted on the couch uncomfortably.
"I'm not lettin' you go back out there drunk and all. Here, change into these. My older brother Shawn's laundry mixed with mine." Beth said as she handed him a pair of black sweats and a maroon Senoia High T-shirt. Daryl took the clothes and Beth motioned towards the bathroom. A few moments later, Daryl reappeared and Beth stifled a giggle as Daryl fought to keep the sweats up that were hanging low on his hips. Daryl shot her an annoyed look and Beth bit her lip.
"Sorry, I forgot to mention that Shawn is over 6'3"." Beth said, brushing a loose strand of hair behind her ear. Daryl mumbled something under his breath and started to head towards the couch. Beth grabbed his arm and shook her head. Daryl raised an eyebrow as motioned towards her bedroom and pulled on his arm.
Daryl followed her to the room and huffed in surprise when Beth forcefully yanked him down onto the bed on top of her. Daryl quickly braced himself so he wouldn't crush her and looked into her eyes. Beth clasped her hands at the nape of his neck and pulled down until their lips were touching. She took his bottom lip into her mouth and began to suck and lightly nip it. Beth released his bottom lip from her mouth and looked into his tired eyes.
"I know you're tired." Beth whispered as she pushed on his chest lightly as she urged him onto his back.
Daryl groaned and plopped onto his back with a sigh. Eventually, his breathing evened and Beth curled into his warm side and drifted to sleep when she felt his heavy arm wind around her and tighten protectively.
A/N: Hey guys, sorry about the long wait but my life is a bit hectic at the moment with honors classes and marching band at the moment! Just a fair warning, count on my schedule being fucked up until football season ends! Just bear with me please! I'll try and get this fic and 'The Journal' updated as soon as possible! Sorry if there were any spelling/grammatical errors, I was trying to get this chapter out ASAP. The awesome reviews and kind words help out with that a lot! Thanks for the awesome reviews and follows! Keep 'em coming please! Tell me what y'all thought of this chappy! Don't forget to join me at my other fic 'The Journal'! Love y'all, ~~BethylAddixon~~