Apocalyptic Love

Chapter 9

Beth sighed as she dragged one of the last walkers out of the house and into the backyard where the men had pulled a dumpster over to throw them in to burn. The house was just about empty of walker bodies and Carol, Tara, Bob, and Sasha were going from room to room, trying to clean it up as best they could with whatever cleaning supplies they had found. They all knew they were going to have to go on a run soon. There was plenty of food, but it was cold and they didn't have much in the way of winter clothes anymore. She dragged the body over to the dumpster and laid it out by Daryl's feet. Things were slowly getting better between them. They were at least talking now.

"Thanks," he muttered, grabbing the shoulders. Beth nodded and grabbed the feet. They lifted it into the dumpster, letting the fire destroy it. "How many more are left?" he asked as she wiped her hands on her jeans.

"Half a dozen, Abraham and Rick are bringing them out." He nodded his head and climbed up on his ladder to look inside. "We got room?" she asked.

He didn't get a chance to answer. Glenn came running out holding a bottle of vodka. "Guys, I found the coolest thing ever." He smirked and looked between them. "You have to come see this."

"Short Round's gonna get drunk again," Daryl muttered, following Beth into the house. They made their way to the kitchen and just stared at what Glenn had found. There was a pantry, which was empty, but beneath the pantry there was a trap door and they stared in shock as Carl, Maggie, and Glenn continued to bring up more and more food and alcohol.

Glenn looked at Rick. "This is more than we had at the prison. We have to have a party."

Rick sighed a little and took the vodka bottle from Glenn, staring down at it. Beth had to admit, a party sounded like a great idea, they'd all be able to relax. Rick nodded his head looking at all of them. "Let's finish clearing out the bodies then we'll have a party."

The group's mood completely changed then. Instead of dreading going on a run they quickly got the remaining bodies out as everyone started to set up for the party. Before they could open any of the bottles Eugene stopped them. "I thought you would just like to know that I've managed to get the electricity running again."

They all stopped and stared at him. "How?" Sasha asked.

"It's not rocket science. It's only in this building, but it shouldn't go out as long as I monitor it." Eugene shrugged like it was no big deal.

"Does this mean we can…take showers?" Carol asked hesitantly, not wanting to get her hopes up too high.

Eugene nodded. "Should be able to, with hot water too."

Beth couldn't remember the last time she'd seen the group move so fast, everyone running off to their rooms to take showers. She sighed a little, happy that things were starting to change for the better. Eugene said he was going to start working on the cure tomorrow and tonight, they were celebrating. She made her way up to her own room and dropped her clothes on the way to the shower, thankful that she had something at least somewhat clean in her bag that they'd picked up along the way. She moaned when she stepped under the hot water and scrubbed off all of the grime and dirt. She didn't care what anyone said, Eugene was a genius and she loved him.

Beth was one of the last ones to arrive to the party, Daryl had even beaten her. She'd spent at least an hour in the shower, just letting the warm water cascade over her. The party was in full swing when she arrived. She walked over to the alcohol and grabbed a glass of what she assumed was whiskey. The first few sips burned, and it tasted a little like cough medicine, but she slowly grew to like the taste. With the electricity back on, someone had managed to find an iPod and hooked it up, letting music drift through the room. It didn't take long for everyone to get drunk.

She laughed on the couch, watching Maggie and Glenn dance, Glenn was stumbling around and hanging on to Maggie than dancing. They all had needed this. It was good for them. Off on the other side of the room Sasha and Tyreese were telling stories about their childhood together as Sasha sat on Bob's lap. Beth smiled a little knowingly as Carol walked over to Tyreese, wrapping her arms around him. It looked like being alone together had been good for them.

Beth just sat on the couch and watched everyone, slowly make their way to bed, noting that most of them, were not going to bed alone. Sasha and Bob disappeared first, followed by Maggie and Glenn. When she saw Michonne take Rick's hand and lead him up stairs she just smirked. Carol and Tyreese discreetly left next, and then she swore she saw Tara and Rosita run off somewhere. Abraham and Eugene left when Eugene felt sick, Abraham still not letting him out of his sight. She shook her head and got up, turning off the music, trying not to fall over as the alcohol in her system made her clumsy. Carl was picking up empty bottles and looked over at her. "You need help?" he asked, noting the way she stumbled around.

She smiled and shook her head. "I'll manage." She walked over and hugged him. "Night." She turned around and was so thankful for rails as she attempted to climb the stairs. She was suddenly very aware of how grateful she was to not own heels because it would have been impossible. More than once on the climb up she considered just sleeping on the stairs.

She rounded the corner that would take her to her room at the end of the hall, between Rosita and Abraham's. She didn't know why, but she'd gotten closer to the group they'd met. She trusted them, and she figured some of it had to do with the fact that Abraham taught her to fight. She sighed, not paying attention in her drunken state and ran into Daryl as he came out of his room. "Sorry," he muttered, reaching out to keep her standing. She noted the slur in his speech.

She shook her head looking up at him. Maybe it was the alcohol, or maybe it was the fact that she just missed him so much, or maybe a combination of both. "Hey, at least we didn't play Never Have I Ever tonight." He huffed and dropped his arms, stepping back. "What's wrong?" she asked, taking a step towards him.

"You're drunk."

"No shit, so are you." She crossed her arms. Now she was just getting mad. It was okay for him and everyone else to get drunk, but she couldn't? "What's your problem?"

He glared at her, his own anger growing. "I ain't got no problem. What's yours?"

Beth huffed in frustration and pulled on her hair. "You're just a dumbass," she muttered.

"What the fuck did you just say to me?"

She looked him in the eyes, not backing down. "I called you a dumbass." It had to be the alcohol. If they were both sober, he wouldn't have slammed her into the wall, kissing her, his hands grasping at her hips and fisting in her hair, she wouldn't be kissing him back, her hands grabbing his face, running through his soft hair, moaning as she sucked on his tongue. He growled into the kiss, his hands cupping her ass, picking her up. Beth moaned as she wrapped her legs around his.

"Where's your fuckin' room?" he rasped out, his lips kissing over her jaw to her neck.

Beth moaned, letting her head fall back on her shoulders. "Second to last on the right," she gasped out when he bit down roughly. She rocked her hips against him as he carried her down to the room. He pressed her up against the wall as he opened the door, carrying her inside before slamming it shut and pressing her up against it.

"You wanna stop this, you tell me right the fuck now," he ground out, his hands going to her shirt pulling it over her head.

"Don't you dare," she moaned out, arching her back off the door and unclasping her bra. He grabbed it in the middle and pulled it off her arms, burying his head in the valley between her breasts. She moaned, her hands fisting in his hair, pulling him closer against her as he licked and bit his way over the curve of her breast, finding her hard nipples. She was burning up as he touched her, a fire had settled low in her belly and it was only growing more and more intense. She whined, pulling on his shirt as she realized he was still wearing it. "Take this off," she demanded. She wanted to feel his skin against hers.

He turned, walking away from the door and dropped her on the bed. She licked her lips as he grabbed the back of his shirt and pulled it over his head, letting it fall to the ground. Her eyes fell to his hips as he unbuttoned his jeans, letting them fall from his hips. She moaned when she realized he wasn't wearing anything under them. She rubbed her thighs together, slick and oh so ready for him. He smirked and walked to the edge of the bed, leaning over her and pulling the rest of her clothes off of her.

"Been dyin' to get ya naked," he whispered, climbing onto the bed, settling himself in the cradle of her hips. Beth gasped when she felt his cock against her, hot, hard, pulsing. She ran her hands down his back, arching her body under his, rolling her hips, trying to get some friction. He smirked against her skin. "Someone's hot."

She huffed and ran her hands down his chest. "Please, Daryl," she whined, arching her hips. He smirked and hooked one leg over his shoulder, the other around his waist before he pushed into her. Beth let her head fall back against the pillows, her back arching. It was better than she'd thought. He stretched her, filled her, hot and thick inside of her. Her nails in to his shoulders as he rocked against her. "Oh god," she gasped out, her nails running over his skin, gripping his hair. "Fuck, Daryl."

He growled against her neck as her pussy clenched around her. "You're so fuckin' tight," he growled out, his hands fisting in her hair and around her hip, drawing her body against his. "Fuckin' perfect."

The alcohol in her system was causing havoc to her nerves, she was dangerously close already. She could feel that tight ball of fire burning inside of her. Her nails scraped over his skin, her body undulated under him, tensed as she came hard, stars dancing under her eyelids. She heard Daryl groaned above her, his hands tightening her in hair on her hip as he came, his hips jerking against her.

He fell to the bed beside her, both of them gasping for air. Beth was too tired to talk about what had just happened. They could worry about what they'd just done in the morning. She rolled onto her side and wrapped her body against his. She smiled as he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close, covering them with the blankets.

Beth squinted against the sun that was coming through the window. Her mouth was dry, her stomach was churning, and her head was throbbing. She whined and buried deeper under the covers, not wanting to be awake. She wanted to go back to bed and sleep the hangover off, but she knew they were supposed to go on a run today and they were going to need all of the man power they could get. When Daryl grunted and tightened his arm around her waist she gasped, the events of the previous night flooding back to her.

She blushed as she slowly opened her eyes and looked up at him. He looked like he was still asleep. "Still hate me?" he asked.

She huffed and pouted, laying her head on his chest. "I never hated you," she told him quietly. "I thought you hated me." She sighed, she really didn't feel well enough to do this, but she knew they were going to do this. "Thought you didn't want me cause I wasn't strong enough. S'why I started training with Abe."

He sighed and pulled her closer, burying his head in her neck. "You're stronger than you give yourself credit for." He kissed her shoulder, slowly making his way to her neck. "You sure I'm what you want?" he asked quietly.

"Never been more sure." She lifted her head, leaning it to the side, letting him kiss his way up and down her neck. She closed her eyes, endorphins making her feel a million times better as Daryl made love to her, slow and sweet, taking his time.

By the time they managed to get up and take a shower, making love again, and made their way downstairs, breakfast was almost finished. Everyone gave them knowing looks, but thankfully no one said anything. They discussed going on the run and decided most of them were going to go. Abraham and Rosita were going to take one section of town, Rick, Michonne, and Carl another part, Maggie and Glenn another, and Beth and Daryl the last. They'd split up into four sections and get what they could while the others worked on fortifying their defenses.