Hello everyone! Hope everyone had a great Memorial Day/ a happy Monday! As promised here is Chapter 10, I hope you enjoy!

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"Hey, it's ok, we wouldn't be using this now if we had anythin' to worry about." He searched her face looking to see if she was telling him the truth. Relief washed over him, he knew the world wasn't ready for another Dixon, he sure as hell wasn't. Taking the wrapper from her he tore it open with his teeth before sliding it on over his erection.

"I'm gonna make sure ya won' be able to walk straight for a week, I hope yer ready."

Daryl lifted her by her slim waist, and Beth wrapped her legs around his hips in response, his erection rubbing against her stomach. Using one arm to support her and the other to position himself at her leaking core he teased her slit with his head.

"Daryl, fuck me!" He gave her a crooked grin.

"Ya didn' say please." She let out a cry of frustration.

"Please!" He wanted this as much as she did but he couldn't stop himself from picking on her.

"Please what?" She began squirming in his arms and he swore.

"If I drop ya it's gonna be yer own damn fault." That did the trick as she went still in his arms.

"Daryl, if you don't please shove your fuckin' cock in my pussy right now-" Her words got lost in her throat as Daryl let gravity take over and she sank down onto his swollen erection.

"Was tha' so hard?" His voice was breathless as he adjusted to her tight fit.

Daryl didn't wait for a response from her as gripped her with his hands and began a brutal pace of bouncing her on his dick. It took a moment for Beth to grip his shoulders and work herself on him, peppering his chest with bites causing him to growl. He let out a howl when she latched onto his nipple with her teeth, sucking and tugging at it.

"What the fuck ya doin' woman?" He never had a woman pay any attention to his chest before, hell more often than not most of the women he'd been with had never even been facing him, but when Beth bit down he didn't want to admit that it felt good.

"You don't like it?" She looked at him as innocently as possibly. He grumbled something unintelligible before taking her own peaked nipple into his mouth and began nipping and sucking on the swollen bud. Beth didn't bother to muffle her moan as her jaw went slack, unable to control her response. A shiver coursed through her and she tightened her thighs around him.

"Fuck me." She bit out.

Stepping towards to nearest wall he pushed her back against it so he didn't have to strain his arms. His fingers bruised her hips as he began an onslaught on her clenching pussy, his cock twitching with every thrust. Beth's hands tangled themselves in his hair, pulling and scratching his scalp, egging Daryl on.

"Give it to me…ngh…" She needed to feel more, his teasing had left a fire burning inside her and when she finally came, she wanted to see stars. "Daryl…harder!"

Removing his hands from her waist he grabbed hold of her behind her knees, opening her up for him. He quickened his pace, his breath coming out in short harsh pants. Sweat glistened over both their bodies and the sounds of their rutting echoed off the walls of the showers.

"More!" She pulled his hair and gently bit his chin.

"You wan' more? I wanna hear ya beg for it." He growled at her.

"Please Daryl….fuck me…uhh…pound my pussy…" He slammed her back into the wall, losing himself over to the most primitive part of his psyche. The sound of her moans increased dramatically as he let loose on her, pounding away without care. Pleasure shot down his back and with a final grunt he lost himself, spilling his seed into the condom, never stopping his thrusting til he felt the familiar clamping of Beth's own orgasm ripping through her.

"Oh God!" He watched her face as she came, her head whipping back and forth, eyes scrunched shut as her body spasmed in ecstasy. Her blue eyes opened moments later with a lazy grin on her face that he returned with his own. A noise behind them caught their attention and they looked to see a red faced Patrick staring at them with wide eyes. Both of them swore as they tore away from one another. Daryl watched as Patrick couldn't seem to move his eyes from Beth's naked form and quickly blocked his view as she did her best to hide herself.

"I came in…I wanted to…" The poor teenager was stumbling over his words as Daryl stared him down.

"Get the fuck outta here!" He barked at the boy who promptly turned tail and fled.

Beth let out a laugh and Daryl looked at her as if she'd grown an extra head. Grabbing her clothes she flung Daryl's to him.

"You're gonna need to go find him and make sure he doesn't tell everyone." She told him as she slipped on her bra.

"Fuck!" He hadn't thought about that, it was just what they needed, Patrick blabbing to the group about the free show he and Beth had just put on.

"I'll be in the library, find me after you talk with him." She slid her jeans up before bending down to slip on her socks and boots. With a quick peck on the cheek she left Daryl alone, praying she didn't run into the glasses wearing boy.

Walking the stacks Beth waited for Daryl to come and tell her if he'd been successful in reaching Patrick before anybody could find out why he was as red as a lobster. She heard the doors to the library open and peaked around the corner to see a disgruntled looking Daryl. Stepping out so that he knew she was there she approached him cautiously, he looked to be in a foul mood.

"So did you talk to him?" Daryl nodded his head and pulled his pack of cigarettes from his shirt pocket.

"Yea, kid swears he won' tell nobody." Daryl inhaled, lighting it before passing it to Beth for a puff. "Damnit…that boy is drivin' me up the walls. Always wantin' to talk about this, that, or some other bullshit. Can' even take a shit without 'im there!" He took his cigarette back from Beth who laughed while exhaling.

"Kinda gotta get used to the hero worship Daryl. People aroun' here look up to you, they respect you and what you do for them." Daryl shook his head.

"I didn't sign up to be nobodies fuckin' hero Blondie." He inhaled deeply, his jaw ticking.

"How much did he see?" Call it morbid curiosity but Beth wanted to know how much of a peep show they had put on, the thought of having an audience, especially Patrick, repulsed her.

"'nough for the kid to be sportin' a tent when I caught up to 'im."

"Are you sure he won't tell anyone?" She knew Daryl's stance on everyone finding out and didn't want him to regret what had just happened.

"Yea, I'm sure. Threatened to cut off a certain body part if anybody found out." Beth winced, she didn't think Daryl had to threaten Patrick, not with the way he idolized the bowman.

"That was kinda mean Daryl, you didn't have to tell him that!" She swiped his smoke for another puff.

"Was hopin' it would keep him off my ass for a couple o' days."

"How would you like it if I threatened to cut off a certain part of your anatomy?" She motioned towards his jean clad crotch.

"You'd miss it too much." He shot her a wink as he snuffed out the end of his cigarette on the metal shelving.

"You wish! I still have a full pack of batteries an' Michonne's gift." She smirked believing she had bested him. He pulled her body into his own.

"Somebody's tellin' lies again…you wan' me to refresh your memory as to wha' happens when you're a bad girl?" His voice was husky and Beth blushed as she glanced to the spot on the floor where he had laid her out their second time together.

"I think I'm good." Beth's voice cracked and she cleared her throat trying to play it off. Both of them jumped apart when they heard the excited voices of girls approaching. When the doors opened Lizzy stood, holding the door open for Mika and Carol who looked at the two of them a knowing smile on Carol's face.

"It stinks in here!" Mika complained to Carol who shot a look at the two of them.

"You shouldn't smoke in here, the kids come in for story time and a couple of them have asthma."

Beth nodded and gave an apology while Daryl just stood beside her awkwardly looking for an exit. When one didn't present itself, he abruptly told them he had shit to do and left them all behind. Beth stayed behind and watched as kids began filtering in the room, noting that neither Carl nor Patrick were there. Quietly she left Carol in the middle of a book, not wanting to hear about what happens when you give a mouse a cookie.

The next morning when Beth woke up the first thing she felt was pain, all over her body. The more she tried to stretch it out, the worse it felt. When Michonne poked her head in with a devious smile on her face Beth knew it was because of yesterday.

"How ya feelin'?" She asked the blonde leaning against her cell doorway.

"Like I got hit by a truck, I didn't think I'd be this sore." Michonne just nodded. "I've cleared the fence before and never felt like this, what gives?"

"Well for one ya did it by yourself, and then ya worked your muscles past what they were used to." Beth nodded her head.

"What are we gonna work on today?" Beth was eager to try something new.

"There are a few new walkers so you're gonna clear the line again an' then you're gonna run some aroun' the yard."

"What's that supposed to accomplish? I already know the difference between old and new walkers, and running? Really Michonne, can't you teach me something cool with your sword?" A frown settled over the older woman's face.

"Get dressed, grab somethin' to eat and meet me outside." Beth knew she had crossed some line and quickly followed the orders she had been given. Once she got outside she noted that not many people were out yet since it was still early. She spotted Michonne in the middle of the grassy yard and made her way out to her.

"Beth, when I told you I was gonna train you I thought you were gonna take it seriously." She sounded disappointed and Beth felt sick, she owed so much to the other woman and she was supposed to be paying her back, not giving her lip.

"I'm sorry, I do take it seriously, I guess I was just getting ahead of myself." She said sheepishly.

"You're gonna be clearin' the fence on a daily basis Beth, think of it as another chore for you to add to your list. I want the movements to become second nature to you, so that you don't have to think, your body will begin reactin' on its own….As for the runnin', there are gonna be times when you can't stay and fight and you're gonna need to get away. The more stamina you have, the greater distance you can put between yourself and whatever it is that you're needin' to get away from. Now pick up a weapon and start clearin' the line." Beth picked up a crowbar and headed to the chain link fence to begin clearing it of walkers.

Daryl watched from his area on the blacktop where he was fiddling with Merle's old bike. He saw Michonne giving Beth pointers about her stance and she would occasionally point to a walker and talk before Beth would put them down. He had known that Beth viewed herself as a weak member of the group and he was glad she was doing something to change that. When he heard the crunch of gravel on the pavement he glanced over his shoulder to see Zach approach him.

"Hey man, I know we got off on the wrong foot when we first met." He said referring to the time he had him kissing Beth in the rain, the thought of that made Daryl clench his fist tightly over the ratchet he was holding. "I think it's so cool you know what you're doin'. Were you a mechanic before all this?"

"Yea." Daryl turned his attention back to the motorcycle, he didn't want to hear Zach talk anymore and hoped he would shut up and leave him alone.

"Really? Maybe you could look at my Charger, sometimes it…" He trailed off seeing the blank stare that the older man was giving him. "You weren't a mechanic were you?" Daryl shook his head.

"What did you do before all this?" He was interested in finding out Daryl's previous occupation; he was such a badass it had to have been something exciting.

"Don' matter." He grunted out.

"It doesn't matter now, but I wanna know. Were you a bouncer? Or maybe a bartender?"

"What's it gonna take to get you to leave me alone?" Daryl just wanted to be left alone.

"If you won't tell me what you did, how about you tell me if I guess right? So were you a bouncer?" Daryl shook his head. "A bartender?"

"Ya only get one guess a week." He didn't want to be bothered any more than he had to be.

"A week? How about a guess a day?" The kid was persistent, Daryl would give him that.

"Fine, ya had your guess." Giving his back to the younger man Daryl hoped he would get the hint and leave him be.

"Yea alright, I'll see you tomorrow." Zach walked off with a smile on his face and Daryl frowned, why the hell had he given permission for Zach to continually bother him? Looking back towards Beth he saw that she no longer had the crowbar in her hand, instead she was running the yard with steady strides as Michonne looked on. Maybe if Beth wasn't too tired he could give her some tips when it came to dealing with walkers, if she was going to be going outside the fence he wanted to make sure she would be able to take care of herself.

"I don't get how running is going to help me. Walkers are easy to outrun, they stumble and aren't very fast." Beth wheezed as she stopped to talk with her makeshift instructor.

"I didn' say you could stop, keep runnin'!" She told her but Beth ignored her.

"Just tell me that there's a reason behind this." Michonne sighed heavily.

"Look, new walkers are faster than older ones, you've gotta be able to not only outrun them, but have enough energy to get yourself someplace safe. And it's not always gonna be walkers ya gotta watch out for, there are bad people out there. Now get out of here, if you ain't gone by the time I count to ten I'm gonna tell Maggie all about you an' Daryl. One. Two." Beth took off like a bullet, finally stopping when she felt herself get sick from too much running.

"You did good, we're gonna work on getting' you to run faster and longer. You're done for today, go do whatever it is you need to do." When Michonne took off for the doors to the prison Beth watched as Rick left the building, bucket in hand, no doubt going to feed whatever scraps had accumulated to the pigs. Walking down to meet him, she watched as he dumped the contents of the pail into their trough.

"Hey Rick." Beth approached with her hands in her pockets.

"What's goin' on?" He stopped to look over the low wooden fencing at her.

"Nothin' much, just came to talk to you." Rick shook his head, he would never understand why women tended to pussyfoot around an issue when they obviously had something on their minds.

"How's your trainin' goin'?"

"Good, we haven't worked with any of the guns yet. Michonne thinks a quiet weapon is better." She kicked a rock with the toe of her boot.

"She's right, it's better to take down walkers quiet. Don' wanna risk drawin' more of 'em in." Beth nodded in agreement.

"Rick…" She chewed her lip, and took a deep breath.

"Now I know it's somethin' big with the way you're actin'." He leaned over the fence as he watched her glance up at him.

"Kinda…I know you've taken a step back in leadin' the group, but you're the one who's gotten us to where we are. You've always been a leader in my eyes, in the eyes of everyone really…You're opinion matters to me…Daryl's taken a leadership role with the group, and everyone is lookin' up to him as a provider…I know he'd do anythin' for the benefit of the group." Rick nodded looking for her to continue. "Do you think I'd ruin all that for him? Tellin' everyone about us?"

Ricks' eyebrows lifted at what he heard, out of everyone in the prison Daryl didn't even make the list of people he suspected Beth to be with. He thought over what she was asking him, it was obvious she cared about Daryl and didn't want to risk his position within the group because of their relationship. He would admit the age difference did have him wondering how they could have come together, they didn't seem to have anything in common with one another. If Hershel knew who his daughter was with and hadn't raised hell, he knew it wasn't his place to do so. As for the rest of the group, some of the newer members might raise an eyebrow or two but if it came down to choosing sides he'd have to go with the man who'd stood by his side for the last two and a half years.

"I don't think anythin' bad would come of you an' Daryl tellin' the group. Only person I know who's voiced any negativity is Maggie." Beth smiled at the older man and nodded her head. It would take Maggie time to come to terms, but all Beth could do was wait and hope for the best.

So there's chapter 10! Let me know what you think, reviews are always appreciated. If you catch any mistakes please let me know so that I can fix them. As always, thank you for reading.

ElectrickPanda: Haha! I knew when I stopped there that it wasn't exactly the best of places, hopefully this chapter made up for that.

NanamiYatsumaki: Yea, but if she does end up walking funny, she can always blame her training. Thank you for reviewing!

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