Chapter 10

They had been in the cabin for half a day now and Beth was starting to wish they were back out there killing walkers. Daryl had been in a terrible mood the past several hours. He had been short with her every time she asked him a question or asked him for anything. She had gotten sick and tired of him snapping at her and she finally jutted her chin out and rotated herself off the sofa and made as if to stand up. She swore she had never seen anyone move as fast as he did at that moment. He was upon her in an instant, his brow furrowed and his lips set in a thin line. She swore if looks could kill, and broke her thought mid-sentence. He had placed his hand upon her wrist and gripped it firmly but not enough to hurt. But in doing so, Beth looked up at him defiantly. She was not going to let him bully her.

"You need to stay put, I said. Damn women never listen to anything." He scoffed.

Beth was fuming, so much so that she put up both hands and shoved at his chest with all the strength she could muster. He didn't move a muscle unfortunately. Fine, she thought, what she had lacked in physical strength she more than made up for in intelligence. "Why don't you just go take out your frustrations on someone else?" she yelled. "I am not your punching bag. You can't be a jackass to me just because you're pissed off at the whole world. We're all each other's got now, whether you like it or not. So, what's it going to be Dixon? Are you going to start treating me like it matters that we survived together? Or are we going to part ways?" At that, her voice broke and she felt her eyes stinging as they filled up with angry, hot tears. Beth realized that she could no longer imagine her life without Daryl in it.

"You don't get it do ya, girl!" Daryl yelled. "It don't matter. So we made it out alive. Big deal! Next time we get comfortable somewhere, something is gonna come along and rip out of our hands again." His face was inches from hers. He reached up to his chest and gripped both of her hands. He intended to gently push her away. He needed to get away, to breathe. But when he looked down at her with those tears streaming down her face, he made the mistake of connecting with her eyes. And then he was dumbstruck.

Beth gazed up at Daryl her face wet from crying. She looked into his eyes and saw the spark and fire there and she thought she might spontaneously ignite from the burning need there. He was gripping her wrists as her hands were pushed up against his chest. Instead of shoving him away again, she felt herself pulling him closer with his shirt, wrapping her fingers in the fabric. She lifted herself up on tiptoe, awkwardly with her injury, and with all the breath nearly rushing out, she pressed her lips to his. She took a page out of the Daryl Dixon handbook and tentatively touched her tongue to the seam of his lips to tease his mouth open.

Daryl opened his mouth and groaned. He loved the way her tongue was making circles around his. He had never really placed too much emphasis on kissing, but kissing Beth was like breathing to him. He had to have her. As they deepened the kiss, they fell clumsily sideways onto the sofa.

Keeping her lips firmly planted on Daryl's Beth coaxed him into a sitting position and positioned one thigh on each side of his hips and nestled herself over his crotch. She could feel a hardness pressing into her. Knowing she had that effect on him was empowering. Face flushing, she instinctively ground her hips downward against him. She felt an ache deep within her that settled into a burning pulsating need that came to an arc between her thighs. She remembered him touching her there before and she arched her back.

Daryl moved his hands down over her back and settled them on her hips. When she began to grind against him, he pressed on her hips and whispered to her "Slow down there Princess or it's gonna be over before we even get started". He moved a hand up to place it behind her head, gently caressing her neck. He gently pushed her head to the side and trailed his lips down over her neck, gently sucking here and there. He felt her sharp intake of breath as her soft round breasts pushed into him. Sweet Jesus, was she trying to kill him, he thought. He moved his hand between them and pressed his thumb into the place he knew he could get her to do what he wanted, he thought with a smile. He rotated his thumb firmly against her jeans and smiled again when he heard her moan.

Daryl stood up, firmly gripped Beth's hips as she wound her arms around his neck. He carried her over to the bed and gently laid her down and stretched out beside her. He looked down at her and felt a hitch in his chest. She was so goddamn beautiful, he ached inside. He suddenly wanted everything from her. Daryl had never needed anyone before. He didn't need anyone. But when faced with this angel beside him, he knew that he would never be able to get enough of her.

Beth looked up at Daryl hovering over her, their faces just inches away from one another. She looked into his eyes and she could see the burning need in them. She had never felt sexier in her whole life. Beth sometimes thought that Daryl's eyes said far more than his mouth ever would. "Daryl I didn't mean what I said. I don't want to be without you." She began.

He put his one finger over her lips in a silent protest. "Beth you gotta know that when you were gone, I was terrified. I didn't think I was gonna see you again. I know I been a jackass today." Daryl faltered. He wasn't much used to saying he was sorry, he realized.

Beth figured that was the closest thing to an apology she was going to get from Daryl Dixon. "What are we doing here Daryl? Where is this going? I have to know. I haven't exactly had the best of luck with guys here lately."

Daryl looked at her with a pained expression. What could he say? He had no clue what they were doing. He had no idea what was doing. "I ain't never known anybody like you, Beth", he tried to explain, his voice faltering. How could you explain a lifetime of solitude to someone like her? She had grown up on a farm for God's sake. "And I ain't good with feelings either," he stated. He moved his hand up to her face and brushed his thumb over her jawline. "I like how I feel when I am around you. And then I think that I got no business thinking that way. You deserve better than somebody like me".

Beth looked at him as he said that and she knew he really believed it. Beth looked at this impossible man beside her and wished she could see into that brain of his. She smiled softly at him, "Daryl Dixon, they just don't come any better than you. Even my Daddy saw that. He said it to me many a time. And I don't care if you don't think you deserve me. So let me be the judge of who I want to be with. I choose you, Daryl", she said simply, turning her head into his hand and pressing a soft kiss to his palm.

Daryl looked down at this beautiful girl thinking that she was so wise in her ways for her age. He wanted to believe what she was telling him. She was so damn convincing and so darn cute when she set her brow in that hard line and told him like it was. She made him believe, not again, because he had never really believed in anything before. She made him believe in something for the first time in his whole life.

He laid her on her back, her long blonde tresses fanning out over the pillow behind her head, the golden blonde of her hair a sharp contrast to the deep burgundy of the pillowcase. He moved over her and propped himself up on either side, shifting his weight off of her. With a burning need he only felt with her, he swooped down to claim her mouth with his.

Beth became a little light-headed over the quick change in position. She looked up at this incredibly sexy man hovering over her and watched as his lips descended upon hers. She opened her mouth, receiving his tongue.

Beth's lips turned up just slightly up at the corners. She was going to wear him down, she knew it. Her daddy had always told her she was stubborn as a mule. When she set her mind to something she wanted, she made it hers. And Daryl Dixon was all hers.

I know! I know! So cruel to leave it at this point huh? Sorry, PLEASE forgive me. It's getting late here and I have had literally about 4 hours of sleep in 48 hours and I have to two twelve hour shifts to pull this weekend. So many feels in this chapter, I know. I know it's short but it had a lot of emotion in it and I just had to get it right, the way I was seeing it happen in my head. I hope you all like it. Thank you, thank you, thank you for the reviews you have left. I am not sure if I will get to write this weekend. It depends on how grueling my day is, but if I get some reviews it might inspire another chapter or two. Be patient my dears, I promise what I am leading up to is going to be worth the wait. Also, there is going to be an interesting development at the cabin they are at. Thanks for reading. Til next time, muahhh and ciao!