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"Wake up." He whispered as he lightly shook her shoulder.
"Mmmph." She groaned as Daryl picked her up and carried her to the guest house.
Half way up the path he felt Beth's head roll to the crook of his neck where she lightly nuzzled him. His arms tightened around her in fear that he might've dropped her at the slight gesture. He opened the front door and went to the living room to put her on the couch. Beth was fully awake now and looking around. Daryl went down the hallway and came back with a pillow. Beth took it and put it under her head.
"Damnit. Forgot the blanket." Daryl said before turning on his heal and shooting back down the hall.
When he came back, Beth's eyes were closed. After shifting the blanket in his hands a couple of times, he decided to cover her up himself.
He draped the blanket over her ever so gently so he didn't wake her up. When he got level to her face Beth's eyes snapped open, causing Daryl to freeze. With one quick movement, Beth grabbed either side of his face capturing her lips with his.
Daryl braced one of his hands on the back of the couch, not wanting to fall on her. The kiss was urgent and a bit rough which was a bit surprising to Daryl. As if on instinct, his other hand tangled in her long blonde hair as his lips moved with her. 'I shouldn't be doin' this.' Daryl thought, trying to persuade himself to stop.
"Beth….we can't d-" Daryl attempted to reason, but this only caused her press her mouth harder against his and for one of her hands to grip the nape of neck effectively pulling him on top of her. She tasted like lemon lime soda and salty chips. For the life of him, he couldn't control himself. He gripped one of her hip bones, elicting a soft moan. The moan must've triggered something in his mind, because he instantly stopped. When he stopped, Beth tried to pull him closer looking into his eyes questioningly.
"I can't." He said lifting himself off of her. Beth tried to grab his arm, but he pulled himself free. Feeling guilty as hell, he stomped to his room, slamming the door behind him.
~The next day~
Beth woke up with a splitting headache, barely remembering the night before. She struggled opening her eyes feeling as if her eyelids were glued shut.
Slight panic bubbled in her chest as she sat up. She wasn't in her bed and this wasn't her house. Beth threw off the foreign blanked as swung her legs over the side of the couch. She stood up and instantly tripped knocking a lamp off of the neighboring table. Beth landed on her butt and cringed as the lamp shattered into a million pieces.
Beth jerked her head to the side when she heard a familiar voice yelling at her. It was Daryl. Her face turned beat red when she saw him dripping wet with a towel hanging low on his hips. Her eyes swept over his chiseled features until he snapped her out of her daze.
"Beth! What the fuck are you doin'?" Daryl practically yelled, trying to get her attention.
"I….uh. Didn't know where I was. Why am I here?" Beth stuttered as she scrambled to her feet.
"God damnit." Daryl muttered as he marched down the hall to his room.
When he got dressed and came back to the living room, he found Beth picking up the pieces of the broken lamp. The blanket was folded and put at the end of the couch with the pillow on top. When his gaze drifted to her, he remembered the night before. There was no doubt that he didn't enjoy the direction the kiss was headed towards, but he still felt guilty. In his mind it shouldn't have happened, but she pushed it…He was snapped out of his thoughts when Beth started talking to him.
"Are you gonna tell me why I'm here now?" She asked impatiently, her hands resting on her hips.
"Sit down." He told her as he sat down in the neighboring chair.
"I was at McGinty's when you got there. You were pretty drunk when you decided to leave. So, I offered to drive you home just to be safe. I had Carl bring your vehicle home. You spent about twenty minutes throwing up before we even left the parking lot, so we got back pretty late. You were passed out, so I just put you on the couch. I figured you didn't want Hershel seeing you drunk." Daryl explained. He figured that she didn't remember much, so he skipped the part where they kissed.
"Oh. Thanks for not turning me over to my Daddy." Beth said moving the hair from her face.
"Welcome." Daryl grunted.
"What time is it?" Beth asked as she searched the room for a clock.
"Five thirty." Daryl answered looking at the clock above the stove.
"In the morning?" Beth asked incredulously.
"Mhm. You best sneak up to your room so they think you came back." Daryl said as he stood up.
" You're right." Beth said as she stood up and made her way for the door.
"Oh, Beth? Take a shower, you smell like stale alcohol and you look like a mess." Daryl said as she opened the front door. Beth turned around and stuck her tongue out at him and he grimaced as she closed the door behind her.
Beth made her way to the house, her skin prickling as the morning air washed over her. Beth stealthily tip toed up the steps and opened the front door. She quietly closed it and walked toward and up the steps, expertly stepping over the notoriously creaky boards. When she got to the top of the steps, she ran into a small figure.
"I'm so sorry." The Asian whispered.
"It's fine. Who're you?"Beth asked as she tried to steady herself.
"I'm Glenn, Maggie's boyfriend." He answered.
"Oh. You better get goin', I think I hear Daddy in the kitchen." She lied.
Something about seeing him squirm when she mentioned her father made her happy. He looked at her wide eyed and half sprinted down the stairs, hitting every creaky board. It was all Beth could do no to laugh out loud.
She made her way to her bedroom and headed straight for the shower. She scrubbed smell of alcohol out of her hair and off of her body, loving the hot water.
She got out of the shower and walked to the sink. Daryl was right, she looked like a mess. Mascara and eye shadow was smeared around her eyes. She wiped all of the makeup off and applied a new coat of mascara along with a swipe of Chapstick after she brushed her teeth.
When she dressed in a new pair of shorts, a green t-shirt, her cowboy boots and pulled her hair up, she headed for the stables. When she got there, she didn't expect to find Daryl there also.
Ever since Beth had left for the house, the guilt had been eating Daryl alive. He had to tell her what happened as soon as possible. Part of him wanted to wait, but the other part needed to come clean. 'Since when did I become such a bitch?' Daryl questioned himself as he headed for the stables.
Maybe doing some work would put his mind at ease. He was totally caught off guard when he saw Beth enter the stables looking clean and refreshed.
"Daryl? What're you doin' in here?" Beth asked stopping in her tracks.
"Thought I'd get a head start on some work. You?" He said as he messed with the broken latch on the third stall.
"I was gonna brush Nellie." Beth said as she strode towards Nellie's stall, horse brush in hand.
"Beth, there's somethin' you should know." Daryl said immediately regretting the words as soon as they came out of his mouth.
Cliffhanger! Hoped you liked it! What did you think of Daryl's sudden need to tell Beth the truth? Give me your feedback peeps! A special thanks to Dude50 for helping me out with this chapter! Don't forget to leave me some love and review and follow! -SFR