Afternoon lovelies. I didn't get many reviews on the last chapter, give me some love please? :) I know plenty of you are reading! Aha here's Beth's chapter. :)

Alright quick thing so I'm listening to Emily Kinney on Soundrop, right? Only supposed to play her music.

Crazy Bitch by Buckcherry keeps coming on in the middle of songs.

I think it's a sign for this chapter. Not promising anything, but I may or may not have a bit of smut, hm?

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They were dead. I couldn't believe it. Daryl was standing there, holding me and whispering he was sorry into my ear, letting me sob on his shoulder.

To add on to what I had just discovered, I was already having withdrawals from the heroin. I guess that's what I got for doing it just about every day for the past four years.

I took a step back from Daryl and knew that I probably looked like a hot mess-minus the hot.

I was a god damn mess.

"Ya a'right?" he asked, his voice filled with southern twang and true sadness. I barely knew Daryl and he was being so kind to me.

I sniffled and shook my head, looking down. "No, but I'll be okay. I just...gotta go out tonight."

He tilted my chin up and looked me in the eyes. "Can't let ya do that, sweetheart. Ya don' need that shit ta make ya happy, I promise. I'll make us dinner, I can get some ice cream an' we can watch a chick flick if that's what ya want. I ain't lettin' ya go runnin' back to that shit. If yer gonna stay here, ya gotta knock that shit off. No drugs. Alcohol is allowed, long as ya don' abuse it every night. Got it?" He was being sweet but stern at the same time, and I was honestly thankful. I really hoped Daryl could fix me.

I nodded. "I got it," I whispered.

"Good," he replied softly and kissed my forehead affectionately. I could feel myself falling for him with every action he did.

Momma always told me that if you were going to fall fast, you had to make sure they were there to catch you. Otherwise you'd just be hurting yourself. I hoped Daryl would always be there to catch me.

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After I cleaned myself up, Daryl told me he was going off to get Blue Moon ice cream. He asked me what my favorite was, letting me give no argument. He came back with two gallon buckets of the bright blue ice cream and I couldn't keep a small smile off my face.

"Chili cheese dogs a'right for dinner, sweetheart?" he asked me from the kitchen. I was sitting in the living room, looking through the doorway at him.

"I'd love that," I told him. My heart still hurt, but my head was numb now, and I couldn't cry anymore. I stood up and walked into the kitchen, getting a pot out and filling it with water to boil for the hotdogs while he got out a smaller one for the chili. I place it on the burner, turning it up.

I sat down on a bar stool at the sleek oak wood island in the middle of the kitchen, and Daryl sat across from me and gave a half hearted smile.

"Tell me about yourself, Daryl," I said. It came abruptly to me and let it slip out, but I really did need to know more about him.

He looked caught off guard. "Uh, what do ya wanna know?"

I shrugged. "Tell me about your childhood."

He scoffed at my remark. "Ain't no childhood. Dad was a dead beat. Mom died in a house fire years ago, fell asleep with a cigarette lit. Died from smoke inhalation or some shit like that. Merle practically raised me till he left me fer dead."

"What about the scars, Daryl?" I asked softly.

"None of ya business, fuck," he said, irritated. I didn't let it faze me.

"Daryl, I don't think any less of you. I think they're horribly beautiful. They make you you, you can't deny what happened. What did happen?"

He glared at me for a minute before his eyes softened and he sighed. "Dad used ta beat Merle when I was a kid. Always left me alone. Then I started growin' up and he'd start beatin' on me. Merle would try ta step in an' help. But one night, Merle wasn't home to help. Came home from one of his benders, he thought Merle ran away. Thought I knew somethin' 'bout it. He beat me 'til I passed out on the table. Used his belt, the metal part too. That's where most of them came from. Sometimes he'd use a knife, or burn me with his cigarettes. One day I left, never came back. Jus' like Merle."

He didn't meet my eyes and I tried to keep tears from spilling out of mine. "I'm so sorry, Daryl," I said quietly.

"Ain't nothin'," he whispered. I looked up at the stove to see water spilling over and I shot up, lifting the pot with scalding water spilling onto my hands. I put the water on a back burner and turned that one down.

"Fuck," I whispered to myself, looking at my red hands. Daryl got up and grabbed my hands lightly, looking them over.

"Should be a'right, do they hurt too bad?" he said tenderly. I shook my head.

"I'll be fine." He nodded and let go of my hands to replace the pot of hot water on the hot burner and slipped the hot dogs in, stirring the chili. This was becoming quite the eventful day.

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I downed four chili dogs and two glasses of milk, Daryl eating the same. We cleaned off our dishes and let our tummies settle before he dished out the ice cream.

"Have you ever had Blue Moon, Daryl?" I asked with a smirk. He shook his head and handed me a bowl piled high with ice cream.

"Nah, never had much more 'en vanilla every year or so," he replied, and he finished scooping out his bowl.

"You take the first bite then," I said, smiling at him. He rolled his eyes at me and took a big spoonful into his mouth. His reaction was priceless.

"Holy shit," he said around the ice cream in his mouth. I grinned at him, taking some into my mouth, flipping the spoon upside down on my tongue like I always used to.

"Tastes like fruit loops but better, right?" I asked. He nodded and greedily took more into his mouth and we walked out into the living room. He popped in The Vow, which he'd brought in with him along with the ice cream. He sat through the movie, paying attention mostly just to his ice cream. I set my bowl on the coffee table and Daryl followed my actions when he was finished. I looked over at him and smiled, and his eyes darkened, giving me a sexy smirk back.

I felt that flutter in my lower abdomen again and he pulled me over to the other side of the couch where he was seated. I looked up at him and glanced from his lips to his eyes and back again. I slowly leaned up and kissed him softly, eyes closing. He kissed back just as soft as me at first, then something animal came over him and he licked my lips for entrance. I let him in, letting him explore my mouth. He groaned against my lips when I straddled him.

He pulled back to breathlessly say, "Ya sure ya wanna do this, Beth? I can't promise I'll be able ta stop myself, so tell me now."

Instead of replying, I pressed my body to his and kissed him roughly. In response I felt a hardness pressing against my center and his hands holding onto my hips tightly. I reached for the hem of his shirt, pulling it off his body. He went rigid for a moment when I touched his back, then relaxed and pulled my shirt over my head. He looked at my chest then up at me, kissing each breast before unhooking my bra.

"Yer so beautiful," he mumbled into my chest.

"I'm nothin' special, Daryl," I replied, unbuttoning his pants.

"Ya are ta me." I felt myself blush at his words. No one had ever treated me like this.

He unbuttoned my shorts and I stood up long enough for him to shimmy them off my pale legs. He lay two fingers on my hot center outside of my panties and rubbed lightly. I moaned into his mouth, and his cock twitched. I pulled down his pants, leaving his boxer briefs on. I rested one hand on his length, feeling the heat radiating off of him.

He groaned and went inside of my panties, sliding two fingers in right away. "Yer so wet, baby girl," he said, voice gravelly. I rode his fingers until I felt myself close to the edge.

"Please, Daryl," I said into his neck. I pulled his boxers down enough for his length to spring free. I tried not to gasp at his size.

"I ain't fuckin' ya tonight, sweetheart," he said. I groaned, instead grabbing him and stroking him. He slid his fingers back in and I gasped. It was way more erotic than I thought it would've been, getting each other off. I felt myself getting close again and he curved his fingers in me, making me cry out. That was all he needed to cum in my hand, I doing the same.

We sat there, catching our breath while the credits rolled by on the TV screen. I smiled at him and stood up, wiping my hands off a towel that was laying around before putting my bra and shirt back on, leaving my shorts on the ground. He pulled his jeans up and I crawled into his lap, resting my head on his chest. I closed my eyes and he kissed the top of my head, and I drifted off to a sleep full of nightmares.

How did you like that? It was longer than usual so I hope you liked it. ;)