This story kind of bounces all over the place - kind of telling a story but not really. It just shows different times in their relationship through so many different eyes. People keep asking me how long this will be. I honestly have no idea. I have a lot of POVs to get through and writing this just makes me so damn happy, to be honest. I don't want to end it anytime soon. Please leave me your requests and I will do my best to get to them. This is a story to make us all happy!


Part Nine.

There were a few wedding chapels in Atlanta and they just chose one at random to get married in. She knew he wasn't the type to wear a ring and that was okay. But when he slid a simple gold band onto her finger, she smiled, staring down at it with her eyes flooding with tears. She hadn't been expecting a ring and when the man in charge of the five-minute service told Daryl he could kiss his bride, Beth was the one to throw herself against him, wrapping her arms around his neck and kissing him. She could feel Daryl being taken aback for a moment but then she felt his arms around her and he was kissing her back and this man was her husband.

He kept saying he was sorry that he couldn't afford more but she just smiled and kissed him and assured him that they should save their money for more important things. And honestly, eating in his truck in the Taco Bell parking lot after getting married was something she would always remember – no matter how white trash Daryl said it was. She just smiled and said it was perfect.

"We can get a room here for the night," Daryl said after coming back from throwing their trash away. "There's a Motel 6 'round here."

Beth smiled and shook her head. "Do you mind if we go home?" She asked. "I kind of want our first time in our bed. Not in some hotel room we'll never see again."

Daryl nodded and didn't say anything as he started the truck's engine. She sang quietly to songs on the radio and Daryl took the back roads, dark with hardly any other cars. She wondered where he got his impeccable sense of direction and she felt as if he knew every back road in Georgia. She wanted him to teach her.

He pulled up in front of the small house in the woods a little after one and it was so dark, he told her to wait in the truck for a moment. She watched him for as long as she could but eventually, his frame melted into the darkness surrounding them. And then, a light in the house went on and the light on the front porch. He came back outside and she smiled, opening the truck's door.

"Wait," he said though before she could slide out.

She looked at him, curiously, and then she gasped when he suddenly scooped her up in his arms. She laughed softly as she put her arms around his neck and he smiled a little, kicking the truck's door shut with his foot before carrying her to the house, through the door and inside. He didn't set her down but carried her into the bedroom, gently bouncing her down onto the bed. She laughed again and her hands went to the front of his vest, pulling him down towards her.

"Hold on," he smiled a little. "Gotta shut the front door." He kissed her on the forehead and left the bedroom. The house wasn't that big and he was back within moments, having closed and locked the front door and turned off the lights.

Beth sat up, pulling off her cowboy boots, dropping them onto the floor, and then she scooted up the bed, smiling at him, never looking away from him. Daryl hesitated a moment, looking shy, but then he came to her, slipping his vest and jacket off, leaving them on the floor, and when he crawled onto the bed to join her, Beth reached for him and pulled him close.

It was sometime just before dawn when Daryl fell asleep but Beth was still feeling wide awake, almost afraid that if she closed her eyes, she would wake up to find that none of this had actually happened. She looked at Daryl sleeping and then at the ring on her finger and then back to Daryl again. Her husband. She had a husband and she was a wife and she couldn't remember ever being this happy before.

"Beth Dixon," she then whispered into the silence and darkness of the predawn night and then she giggled to herself, trying to hush herself before she woke Daryl.

She felt euphoric.

Having to go to the bathroom, she sat up and then got from the bed slowly. Daryl was such a light sleeper and she didn't want to disturb him. He had driven them to Atlanta and then had driven them back and he had spent the past few hours in their bed, being very good to her. He deserved rest.

She found her underwear and his shirt, putting both on, before creeping from the room into the small bathroom. After flushing the toilet and washing her hands, she paused and looked around. She wondered if Daryl would mind if she got some new things for the bathroom. A new shower curtain, a new rug, fluffier towels. They had to go to the farm today so she could pack up her room and bring her things here.

She opened the door and gasped, jumping with fright when she saw Daryl standing there, still naked. Her hand flew to her chest and she laughed softly.

"You scared me," she told him as if he couldn't tell.

"Thought you left," he said.

Her laughter melted into a soft smile and she stepped to him, her arms sliding up around his neck. "I'm not going anywhere. Married, remember?" she whispered to him, looking into his eyes.

Daryl stared at her for a moment and then he was the one to initiate the kiss, pressing his lips to hers, almost too hard but Beth didn't mind. She stood on her toes to press her lips back to his, matching his pressure, and his arms bound around her waist, pushing her backwards back into the bathroom.

He easily lifted her up, balancing her on the edge of the sink, and Beth immediately felt warm and excited and wet. They had never done this before. She kissed him as she felt his hands gliding up her thighs and then his fingers pushed her underwear to one side. She was so hot and the air of the bathroom was cold against her but then Daryl was pressing himself inside of her and she gasped his name, fingers clutching his arms. He took her slow, their bodies rocking together, the small bathroom filled with her soft moans and their heavy panting, and she thought she might fall a few times but Daryl held her tightly. She knew he would never let her fall.

She remembered the first time they made love because even back then, she knew that that was what it was between them. It had been clumsy and awkward. She had had sex a couple of times before with her ex-boyfriend, Jimmy, and Daryl had done it with a few nameless women he picked up from bars but neither were experts, both having gone a long time without. They had to learn one another – what the other liked and what made them moan and gasp and lose all sense of control. It had taken them a few times, a bit of practice, and now there was this – her husband taking her on the edge of the bathroom sink and making her toes curl.

She found herself always wanting Daryl inside of her, filling her completely and connecting their bodies in the closest way imaginable. Not that she compared – she didn't even think of Jimmy anymore – but the first time she saw Daryl Dixon, she hadn't been able to help herself. She had only seen one other and no offense to Jimmy but Daryl was definitely a man. It stung and she was a little sore afterwards but she found herself only wanting more.

"Fuck, you're so wet," he panted in her ear and if anything, that just made her gush more around him.

"That's a dime," she moaned and he let out a huff of laughter, dropping his head down to the side of her throat. "Daryl… harder," she whimpered.

Daryl took a step back, pulling out from her, and she couldn't help but moan a little from the emptiness. She slid down from the sink and he pulled her underwear down, tossing them away somewhere. He then turned her around, facing away from him, and she felt her thighs slick as he then put a hand on the small of her back and gently pushed her down. She spread her legs a little and gripped the edges of the sink and then moaned when he situated himself behind her and slid back inside.

It had been a discovery to both of them that she loved this particular position.

And it didn't take long of him pounding into her from behind that she came with a cry of his name and her completion pushed him towards his own. He gripped her hips and jerked inside of her and she dropped her head down, breathing heavily, resting her forehead on the cool faucet.

"I'm so glad I married you," she breathed and he chuckled softly against her back.

They left the bathroom, her underwear being left on the floor, and she pulled off his shirt she was still wearing, dropping that as well. Dawn had come, the sky blood reds and oranges, and Daryl said it was going to rain later as they got back into bed.

"You can tell that just by looking at the sky?" She asked.

"It's an old sayin'. Red sky in the mornin', sailor take warnin'," he said.

She smiled at that, at him, and she pressed herself against him, holding him close. She couldn't bite back a yawn and she rested her head on his chest. "We don't have anywhere to be today anyway."

"Don't you wanna go get your stuff today?" He asked.

"Maybe tomorrow," she said, her eyes closed. "I'd rather stay here today. Or maybe my parents can bring everything. I know they're dying to see the house."

Daryl was quiet for a moment. "Ain't much to see."

"No," she admitted. "But I think we could fix it up a bit." She opened her eyes and tilted her head up to look at his face. "Do you mind if we fix it up a bit?" She asked.

He shook his head. "'Course not," he answered immediately. "This is your house now, too. Want you to be happy here," he finished quietly.

Beth smiled and pushing her chin upwards, her lips brushed across his lips. "I'm so glad I married you," she whispered to him again.


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