A cry bursts from Daryl's throat as he collapses on top of Beth, pressing her into the mattress and driving the breath from her body, and a flooding heat deep inside her as he comes.

He comes hard, harder than he ever has in his life, harder than he ever thought was humanly possible, and pleasure explodes through his body until he feels overwhelmed. It's overwhelming, the sex and the prolonged orgasm, shaking him to his core and flaying him open. He feels completely raw, his every nerve ending singing a symphony as the full force of his orgasm wipes him out.

He just lies there, too content and lax to move, Beth sighing happily beneath him. There's a moment where everything stops for him and his mind is silent. He feels a kind of peace wash over him that he's never felt before, before slowly the world comes back into focus. First his heavy breaths as he tries to get his breathing under control and then his face in Beth's hair, her warm body pressed beneath him, their sweat sticking them together as her trembling thighs relax around him.

He inhales deeply through his nose, soaking in her scent and hearing the soft sounds of her catching her own breath. It takes a few moments before either of them can move and then it's only Daryl rolling off of her, landing on his back with a groan. His hands are shaking as he pulls up his pants, forgoing the zipper for now, and then rolling onto his side to look at her.

He starts to worry the inside of his lip as he watches her staring at the ceiling blankly, looking completely fucked out. She's close enough to kiss but he's overcome with the feeling that she's too far away. He barely suppresses a whine at the growing discomfort he feels when he's not touching her.

"You, uh, got someplace you need to be?" He asks, hoping to God it comes out as a question and not a plea. His fingers twitch as he fights the urge to reach out and touch her, uncertain if she would want him to, or if she's itching in her skin to get the fuck out of there.

She turns her head and slowly blinks up at him. "Yeah," she croaks before clearing her throat quickly. Her voice is probably rough from all the screaming and that thought cracks through him like a whip.

Yeah? He doesn't like the way that his stomach clenches at that, or how his heart all of a sudden starts racing in his chest like the rug just got pulled out from under him. Except that it kind of has because he'd been expecting- he's been hoping for a different answer.

So it surprises him when Beth's crawls over to Daryl and curls up against him, burying her face in his shirt before tilting her head back to look at him.

"Right here," she whispers and he feels her press a light kiss against his skin.

It takes a beat but then he can't help the smile that twitches at the corners of his mouth as the breath he didn't realise he'd been holding in rushes out of him. Daryl hums and immediately wraps his arms around her, pulling her close and cradling her to his chest. He nuzzles his face into her neck, breathing her in and licks his tongue across her pulse point until a gasp bursts from her throat.

"You were so good, such a good girl for me," he says, pressing open mouthed kisses down her neck and across her collarbone. He feels her lips curl into a smile against the hollow of his throat.

His hands slide down her body to cup her ass, and when he feels her impossibly soft skin under his palm it takes him back to when she was bent over his knee, and his breath hitches.

His fingers find the edge of her tank top and he pulls it up and over her head, flinging it off and across the room. Beth sighs in relief at the rush of air across her peaked nipples. Daryl's tongue slips out to wet his lips, pupils blowing wide as he takes a moment to focus on her bare tits heaving with each trembling breath. He feels her hot gaze on the side of his face as he can't help but stare with eyes wide and unblinking. Beth's chest is pert and delicate, she's so damn perfect he's mesmerised and he can't pull his eyes away as he watches a flush spread down her whole body. As his eyes slide of her his breath catches; she has a post sex glow that makes her pale skin appear luminous as it reflects the sunlight falling in through the window.

"God, you're beautiful," he whispers. Her eyes meet his with such intensity it's as if she knows he's not talking about her body, not just.

He doesn't waste any time before sinking back into her body heat and the texture of her skin, hungrily mouthing his way down her sternum to the flat space between her small yet perfect breasts. With a groan, he angles his head and presses a sticky, wet kiss to the dark mark on the swell of her tit.

"Daryl" Beth moans as he licks and mouths his way up to her nipple, threading her hands into his hair and arching up to press her body against his. He grunts, the feel of her body writhing beneath him sending a wave of arousal straight to his cock and he can feel himself starting to get hard. Never in his life has Daryl ever been responsive to touch of any kind, always had to work himself up to get hard. Now all she has to do is press her body against his and his spent cock is fast resurrecting itself ready to fuck her again. She sucks a shaky gasp into her open mouth as his throat vibrates against her chest as her rabbiting heart pulses back.

"Do you know what we're doing now?" Daryl asks, his voice low and already thick with lust, his breathing shallow, heart still racing.

Beth shivers, biting her lower lip. Her eyes flick down her bare chest to meet his with barely caged need so raw it punches the air from his lungs. He breathes out heavily through his nose, sending a stream of air to shoot across her breast and cause a spike of goose bumps. His tongue flutters over the hard nub of her nipple in his mouth, and feels his dick twitching as something begins to trip around inside him.

"I'm yours," she whispers, gazing up at him with heavy lidded eyes.

Daryl's eyes flutter closed and he tightens his arms around her, pulling her closer, sucking more of her breast into his mouth in a desperate bid to consume as much of her as possible.

He runs his tongue over her nipple once more because the way Beth arches against him when he does it is quickly becoming his new favourite thing, before he forces Beth down and continues to mouth his way down her body.

"Daryl," she moans, trembling a little under his scorching kisses, "I can't."

Her eyes close for a moment like it's too much for her. She tangles her hand in his hair, pulling just enough to hurt, letting out a breathy gasp as he breathes open mouthed across her stomach.

"I got you, girl" he rumbles, low and rough, leaning in to kiss the bruises covering her hip.

"I got you," he repeats, licking hot and wet along the protruding bone.

He knows she's lost at this point when she does nothing but moans, hand tightening in his hair, sending spikes of pain across his scalp, making his cock twitch where it's pressed against his thigh.

"Turn over" he growls, leaning back suddenly and pulling her to lay on her front.

For a moment it's all he can do to stare at the sight in front of him. Impossibly smooth and impossibly round, Beth's bare ass is still tinged pink from where he spanked her earlier.

He swallows hard, the familiar dull heat of arousal simmering in his pelvis while guilt begins to claw at his gut.

Roughin' her up makes you like your old man. But getting' off on it? That's your own personal brand of fucked up, baby brother. Merle's voice hisses in the back of his skull.

The heat of his breath rolls against her reddened cheeks, close enough that he feels the hot air pool in the space between them. As if acting of its own accord, his hand reaches out and gingerly strokes a cheek with his fingers. Beth lets out a breathy gasp, violently shuddering from head to toe, but Daryl notices she's leaning into his touch not away from it.

He presses his mouth lightly against her skin, warm and smooth under his dry lips. Beth moans lowly, letting her head drop against the pillow. He feels every muscle in her body go soft as she melts beneath him, stretching out like a cat in the sun.

His fingers stroke up and down absently as he mouths down her ass cheek, painting her skin with fleeting kisses. He feels her thighs clench as he drifts his head to nuzzle his nose between her cheeks. His hand pulls one juicy cheek to the side as he slowly licks his way down the crease of her ass before probing at her rim with his tongue.

"Fuck" Beth sighs, closing her eyes and arching her back as she feels Daryl's hot tongue rubbing again her hole. He tests the feel of the muscle, the give of it, before slipping the tip of his tongue inside.

They moan in unison this time and Daryl feels heat start to pool thick and fast in his stomach as his cock jumps, nearly springing out of his unfastened jeans to get to her.

He's still in a daze when his tongue flutters along her perineum and tastes the mess of their cum as it trickles out of her.

He freezes, yanking his head back to stare with wide, unblinking eyes at the glistening white liquid that continues to pool from between her lips. He's breathing hard through his nose as he licks the sweet taste of her juices mixed with something bitter that must be his own cum off his lips. He swallows hard, his heart starting to pound in his ears.

Fuck. He came in her. His dick spilled his cum deep inside her as her pussy walls clenched around him and milked out every last drop. He knows it's wrong but the sight of his semen trickling out of her pussy is the most erotic thing he's ever seen; it makes him want to push her legs apart and lick the rest of it out of her.

Daryl's nostrils flare when he hears the sound of pure disappointment Beth makes, the small whine that's muffled by the pillow as he pulls back.

Is he still a creep if she gets off on it too?

Or maybe you're worse than a creep if you just like the taste of your own cum, cocksucker. Merle hisses.

A hand migrates down to stroke his fingers through her wetness with an almost fearful curiously. She shudders as he grazes her oversensitive lips with his fingertips, then stares with wild eyes and rubs some of the liquid between them. He feels his stomach lurch with a mix of guilt and disgust as his dick strains and his face burns hot.

Feeling the mood change suddenly, Beth turns her head to look back at him, watching concern etch itself across his face.

He's breathing heavily through his nose, his jaw locked as he yanks away from her, reaching into his back pocket and pulling out his red rag.

His hand trembles as he starts to clean her up, taking his time and being so gentle, each touch of his rough hands more tender than the last. His eyes focus intently on the wet, sticky mess slowly oozing out of her. Despite the lightness of his touch, Beth whimpers as her oversensitive clit throbs and a shiver rolls down her spine.

Well shit, look who went and blew his load in the Greene girl! You know she ain't gonna be happy when she finds out there's a little redneck baby growin' in her belly. Merle's voice sneers at him.

Daryl grinds his teeth down to the enamel. He hadn't meant to cum in her, knew it was wrong. He'd lost himself in the moment; he'd lost himself in her. His throat feels dry as it threatens to close, his chest tight.

Hell, you're not even the same species as that girl. Nice girls like Beth Greene might slum it for a fuck but they don't wanna get knocked up by any white trash asshole. Merle snorts and clucks his teeth.

The guilt hits Daryl like a truck, driving the air from his lungs, at the absurd flush of arousal he feels knowing his cum is inside her.

"Daryl?" Beth's voice is soft and wary, derailing his train of thought.

He grunts, eyes turned down to avoid meeting hers, body tense as he scrunches in on himself. The connection between them is severed as he pulls the shutters back up, closing himself off from her. He clears his throat, brows furrowed like he's thinking hard, tucking the soiled rag back into his pocket.

"Uh, I think I saw some Plan B at the pharmacy," he says, glancing guiltily up at Beth before he flicks his gaze back to the floor, "I can go on a run an' get you some."

Beth stares at him, eyes widening in surprise, and then her mouth curls into a small smile, her eyes softening.

"No, its ok I have some," she says, rolling onto her side so that she's facing him. "But thanks ... for offerin'" she adds, smiling up at him.

Daryl's frown deepens and his eyes flash with something sharp and predatory.

"Why do you have 'em?" He snaps, and he catches her with his eyes. She blushes under his scrutiny and is about to look away when he leans forward.

"Who the fuck gave those to you?" He spits, narrowing his eyes at her.

"To use with who? An' while we're at it, who the fuck is bringin' you panties?" He demands, all in a rush, his eyes pinning her to the mattress. His fingers twitch at his sides, frown growing as he waits for her to answer.

"Err...Maggie" Beth says flatly, her brow creasing in confusion as she continues to stare back at him.

Daryl leans his head back and tips his chin at her, jaw clenched, his body thrumming with a restless energy, fury coming off him in waves.

"Who you gonna use 'em with? Is it that two pump chump?" He asks, his eyes disappearing into icy slits.

"Who?" Beth asks blankly.

Daryl snorts. "You know who I'm talkin' about, you flirt with him all the damn time"

Beth blinks at him, and it clicks into place. "Zach?"

When he hears her say his name Daryl growls low in his throat - a sound more beast than man, a sound he's never made before but that causes Beth to inhale sharply, goose bumps following a heated shiver down her body.

Daryl's hands clench into fists, and he can feel his erection hard and aching against his thigh, his blood boiling at the sound of another man's name on Beth's lips. He remembers his own name on those lips and wants to make her say it again and again until it's the only word she knows.

"It was Maggie." She says softly, "She gave them to me when she noticed Zach flirtin' with me."

Daryl scowls, jerking his head to the side, making the tendons in his neck flex as he works his jaw angrily.

Beth's hand reaches out and touches the fabric over his stomach.

"But I don't need or want Zach 'cause I've got you," she says, looking at him through her eyelashes, her fingers dancing across his shirt, "And you've got me."

When he finally gives up avoiding her gaze, and he looks down at Beth and she looks up at him he's startled by the spark he feels in his chest.

His shoulders slowly unclench as his hand rises to cover hers. Beth hums in encouragement, her palm pressed flat against Daryl's obliques, blasting him with heat through the thin fabric of his shirt. Daryl feels his dick begin to twitch, his eyes flicking up and down from her lips to her pussy to her tits rising and falling with each breath.

"I'm gonna get you your panties from now on. Tell Maggie to mind her own damn business," He rumbles but the anger in his voice has faded to annoyance, his hand circling Beth's wrist. He rubs the flat of his thumb over her pulse point, feeling centered by the steady rhythm of her heartbeat.

"Maybe I'll tell her, maybe not. Maybe I'll be naughty an' that you'll have to spank me again," she says, causing his hand to still. When their eyes catch and hold there's a bit of mischief in her smile and the tips of her ears have gone a bit pink.

His hand tightens on her wrist and drags her up against him. Beth's breathing is speeding up, the palm of her other hand is pressed flat against Daryl's chest, her fingers digging into his skin, her breath fluttering across his throat. He can feel her heartbeat rabbiting against his palm, making his whole body thrum with arousal.

"Girl, we best get out of here before I fuck you again until we both pass out," he threatens, bringing a hand to cup the nape of her neck as his mouth closes over hers and she moans as his tongue pushes past her shaking lips.