A Force
Two hours passed and Daryl paced the entire time until Dr Edwards came out of Beth's room. He was covered in blood and looked exhausted. "Shes gonna be ok. Ive never saved the same person twice before, damn the girl is relentless. She has close to two hundred stitches in her back, four staples to the back of her head, and maybe twenty on each arm. She got lucky. Again." Edwards smiled as Daryl extended his hand to thank him. "Sorry, um, doc, she jus-" Dr Edwards stopped him and smiled. "Beth is a special girl. She helped others during Dawns reign. She deserves to live more than anyone. And no apology needed. She spoke fondly of you. I kinda got a feeling she loved you in that way. I understand," Daryl nodded in appreciation and quickly made his way to her room. As he entered, he just stood there, watching her sleep peacefully. He could feel his heart almost explode thinking of what she would say when she awoke. The doctor told him her back would be badly scarred, ironic how their suffering would match in the way of ugly little lines puffed up on thier skin.
Slowly he made his way and sat on the chair next to her bed. He took her small, delicate hand in his rough ones and prayed. Prayed for the first time in his life to let him keep her this time. He wouldn't fail her again. "Oh," he heard as he opened his eyes and met her crystal blues. He smiled and exhaled deeply, feeling tears involuntarily pour down his face. "Was Daryl Dixon, big bad archer of the apocalypse actually prayin'?" She squeezed his hand and smiled that damn intoxicating smirk. He felt weak. He didn't know how to do this. She tried to move and winced in pain," hey hey jus be still. You just got stitched back together girl," her stubbornness amused him. "More pain meds?" He asked as she declined. "I don't want to sleep anymore. I wanna see your face, Mr. Dixon." He felt what he thought to be anxiety and butterflies eating his stomach away from the inside. Hands balmy and sweat forming everywhere, all that was missing were pimples all over his face and he would be no different from a high school virgin. "Girl you are stuck with me now." She smiled quickly remembering Morgan. "Morgan, is he?" "Outside in the waiting room. That's the same Morgan that Rick told us about. He saved you," both smiled and agreed how small the world must be. He then explained everything he went through, as did she. He also apologized non stop for leaving her, each time being silenced by her shushing him. "You're here now. We are here." She reached under her and pulled out those silver wings she almost died for and placed them in his hand. He examined them closely, carefully rubbing his fingers over the indentions that formed the wings. He smiled and shook his head. "Girl, what am I gonna do with you? Cuz I know I can't do anything without ya," he reached and glided his thumb along her cheekbone, down to the one busted spot on her lower lip. Her expression changed to nervousness, but she slowly parted her lips. "Daryl?" He heard a hitch in her voice and retracted his hand. "No, don't move. Just-kiss me?" Her cheeks were flushed to match the red drape around her hospital bed. He swallowed hard, and felt as if he couldn't move. But he was moving, towards Beth Greene. Towards those lips he had yearned to kiss for so long. Slowly, he took her bottom lip in sweetly, carefully. He could feel his heart pound, not knowing she was feeling the same. He easily led her into a full kiss, tasting the metallic taste of blood from her injury, though she didn't even wince, only allowed his kiss to deepen. They were in an alternate universe, feeling new sensations as thier tongues met, encircling, deepening the kiss. Their first kiss. He ran his hand through her silky strands, holding his other hand on her cheek. Both were breathing deeply and wanted more. But not here.
After what felt like an eternity that still wasn't quite long enough, Morgan and Dr Edwards entered the room. After apologizing, they all discussed her care plan and when they could get back to Alexandria. Daryl told Beth all about it, loving how excited she felt at a normal life for once. She was a bit nervous, though, but he assured her she was all that mattered to him, that he wouldn't leave her. Ever. They would have to, of course, stay at Grady until she healed a bit, but they would head out soon.
Grady was so different without Dawn, they were helping people, not slaving them. Their accommodations were even better than Daryl had before the Apocalypse.
Their entire stay at Grady, Daryl never left her side, and they found it hard to unlock thier lips from each other. Daryl slept next to her nightly, never pushing any boundaries. Altough both were aching for it. Beth couldnt help but be amused every morning when she could feel him against her back. She couldn't believe he wanted her. He was the only one who ever saw her as more than a teenager. Daryl may of been older, but socially and mentally he was the same as her. Simply from all the abuse from his brother and dad. They belonged together. He wanted her more than his own life.
A month later, Beth was slowly getting used to her scars, letting Daryl massage cream onto them. "Daryl?" She shyly asked as he ran his rough hands over her back scars. "Yeah?" He was focusing on her care, trying really hard to not get, well, really hard. Wasnt working for him, though. "Um, I think I should tell you something. I'm, um, a virgin. I don't have a clue about any of this. Except that I'm with the right man. I'm scared I won't be good enough for you," Daryl was taken aback, trying to fumble with his words and not fuck it up. "Beth, youre perfect. Truth? I'm a virgin too. I'm clueless besides what I've seen and read. And I wont ever force anything, that's your call. I got my girl back, I can kiss her anytime, I actually sleep good with her by my side. You're perfect. If you do decide to, it will be the blind leading the blind, so don't worry. I'm still in shock you would want a man like me," he continued with her back cream until she turned to face him, this time dropping the sheet revealing her breasts. He gasped and started stumbling his words. "Girl... Do that without warning and my heart might croak out. God you're beautiful," he was panicking, hyperventilating and studdering all in an oddly calmed chaos of emotions. "A man like you, Daryl Dixon, is the greatest kind God makes. And somehow you're mine. And I'm yours. And I want all of you, if you will allow," she was speaking so calmly yet her insides felt knotted and crazy. She had never been so bold. She didnt know how he would take it, but she knew he was all she wanted. He allowed himself, finally, to just look at her. "I know, they aren't exactly big or great or anythin'" "Beth, you're perfect. More than perfect." Daryl leaned into her closer, tracing her collarbone down to her breasts, moving a thumb over her hardened nipple, hearing her release a gasp, causing him to stop abruptly, afraid he went too far. "Don't stop," her eyes were full of passion, unlike anything he had ever seen. She was intoxicating. He couldnt contain himself anymore and cupped her face while taking her lips into his, crashing hard like waves off a hurricane. Tongues intertwining, she reached to remove his shirt. "Beth, are you sure you're ready? I don't want you to regret this and I want you so bad right now you have to say stop or I won't and wont mean to," he honestly confessed, feeling so much arousal it hurt. "I want you. Now." She was clawing at him just to be as close as humanly possible, climbing onto his lap. He had never seen her be so confident in herself before, and it just turned him on more. He gently stood up, holding her legs around his waist, kissing her deeply like his life depended on her kiss. He easily laid her back, making sure her injuries could handle his weight. His lips moved from her mouth, down her neck making her beg for more. Taking her nipple between his teeth gently, he worked magic he never knew he had. He continued a trail to her belly button and the rim of her barely there panties. Slowly he slipped them off revealing her blonde curls already wet in anticipation for him. This only put him in overdrive further. He moved his mouth down inside her thighs, listening to her moans that drove him crazy. He wanted in her right then, but he wanted to give it all to her. He let instincts take over as his hot mouth met her clit, making her squirm and moan louder. "Girl you're killing me," "don't stop!" She urged begging for more even going so far as to push his head back down. He was loving this take charge attitude and he just knew this had to be heaven. He continued with his tongue, then gently slipping a finger inside her. Shit she was tight. And fuck he wanted her. Her moans and gasps elevated, and he knew she was close. She had never felt such pleasure, even the few times she tried herself. It felt like she would explode. "Wait,I I'm I don't know something is about to happen, " she was worried she may pee on him, or be gross, which would petrify her. "Its normal. Let it go trust me," he continued pushing her towards the edge. "Oh God Daryl. Fuck!" That did it. He couldn't get out of his pants fast enough. Dirty words from a pretty mouth. She rode out her first orgasm and immediately wanted more. She sat up to help him with his belt, and when his very large member sprung out she gasped. "Will it hurt?" She asked reaching to encircle him with her small hand. "Yeah, jus say stop and I will. I promise," it took all he had to not cum when her hand touched him, but he let her. She leaned in to reciprocate but he stopped her. "I want you now, Beth" gently laying her on her back. Damn she was wet and thier bodies were on fire. He slowly slid into her a little at a time so she could adjust, and it hurt like hell to her but also felt great. "You good, baby Girl?" He caressed her cheek and ran his other hand around her breast. "Yeah keep on its perfect," he kissed her deeply, trying so hard not to cum already but hell, he had never felt anything like this his entire life. He wanted to stay just like that forever. Forever kissing and making love to Beth Greene. Their kiss grew deeper and slower, more passionate as he gently pushed in and out of her sweetness. It didn't take long before she was cumming again, much to his surpise. He always read how hard it was for women to reach orgasm during the actual act. But her groans grew deeper and she nipped his bottom lip on accident as he felt her spasm all around his cock, sending him over the edge with her. Both saw stars as they rode out the intense simultaneous orgasms. After what felt like years, Daryl found her lips again, sweetly kissing her swollen mouth. He brushed her sweaty hair from her face and looked into her eyes. She appeared completely intoxicated, happy and calm. "Beth, I love you. So much. Have for a while. Now you have me completely addicted to you and I never want to be without you. You don't have to say it back, but girl, you're a force I wanna be caught in all the time." Tears started flowing from her eyes and she pulled him in for another kiss, then whispered "I love you too. And had I known you could cause this fire inside me, I woulda jumped you at the farm," she giggled. "No wonder people can't get enough of this," Daryl agreed and slid out of her slowly, noticing a lot of blood. "Its normal, trust me," he assured her as she started to be a bit self conscious. "Oh. Ok. So I'm not gross then?" She shyly asked. "No baby. Far from it. You taste like honey," he smiled at her and kissed her again before dressing to get her meds and some food for them. He took one last look at the gorgeous blonde he had just made love to, totally unaware he was watching her, as she brushed her hair and laid back like the goddamn goddess she was. "Yep. You're a force, girl." He whispered to himself as he left their room.
