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OK, so this is a bit of a longer chapter and the next one is, too. I hope it's not too long. I don't really know what happened here to be honest. I guess Bethyl first dates get me a little excited.

This chapter also comes with a smut warning, so if you don't like that sort of stuff then I suggest you stop reading after the first part.

For the rest of you smut loving creatures, enjoy!

Beth had been looking forward to her date with Daryl all week - she had even told him so - and she couldn't help but smile as he drove them to wherever it was that he was taking them. Beth had made an effort to dress nice - not too fancy, but also not too casual, either - because she wasn't sure what the plan was for the evening since Daryl had insisted that it was a surprise and she didn't want to feel either under or over-dressed.

But Daryl was dressed in his typical blue jeans and a red and blue flannel shirt and her curiosity continued to peak as he drove them further and further away from her apartment. Beth thought that Daryl was a good driver and he didn't even get that angry when other cars cut him up or when another driver was plain stupid. Beth knew better than to listen to the stories that people in town told but she couldn't un-hear them, and she wondered why everyone had this idea that Daryl was such an angry person. He was actually really laid back and pretty calm.

And Daryl was quiet - he was always quiet - but Beth didn't feel the need to fill the drive with awkward small talk about work and the weather. Instead, she sang along to the radio and she caught him looking over at her a few times. Every time he did, she offered him her best smile.

Her mama had always told her that she was far too caught up in her own mind, but Beth had never paid much attention to it until now. She had been thinking about all of the places that Daryl could be taking her and what he might have planned and then the truck came to a halt and Daryl was unfastening his seat belt and it was only then that Beth realised that they were surrounded by nothing but trees and bushes.

She frowned out of her window before spinning her head back to him.

"We're in the woods?" she asked. Daryl just nodded his head. Beth bit her bottom lip as she unfastened her own belt, a little hesitant as she did so.

"You're not... gonna kill me or anything, are you?"

Daryl laughed at that - not even just a chuckle, an actual laugh - and Beth relaxed. She didn't think that he would do something like that to her; not really, but she was aware of the fact that she really didn't know this man very well and although she ignored the stories that the people in town told of him, she had to admit that while the whole bad-boy persona thing that he had going on was pretty interesting and hot, it was also a little bit intimidating.

"Nah," he said, smiling a little. "I'm not gonna kill ya."

"Good," Beth breathed, shutting the car door once she had climbed down. In the time it took her to hop down and shut the door, Daryl had made his way around to her side and was standing in front of her with his arms across his chest. "'Cause I actually like bein' alive, you know."

Daryl snorted and motioned with his head for her to follow him. Beth's white flats weren't exactly in pristine condition anyway so she didn't mind as they strolled through the leaves and the dirt, her curiosity completely taking over as she followed him through the forest.

They were only walking for a few minutes until she saw it. Daryl wasn't looking at her and didn't say anything as he made his way over towards it, but Beth's heart was suddenly drumming loudly in her chest and she stopped walking for a few seconds just to take it all in.

She hadn't realised that they had been walking up a hill because the incline wasn't that noticeable until you were actually up at the top. The view was amazing and Beth could see far out into the distance of the forest and she could see the city lights twinkling so far away. The sun was still setting in the sky so it wasn't dark yet, but it was getting there, and Daryl had lit a few lanterns and placed them in some of the trees so that they wouldn't be sitting in complete darkness.

A tent had been set up - not exactly a huge one, but big enough for the both of them to sit in together and have enough room to walk around in, too. The top of the hill was flat and long and wide and he had pitched it almost right at the edge where the fall looked awfully steep, but Beth wasn't scared at all. Blankets were spread out across the floor around the tent and there was wood placed in front of them and Beth stood there frozen as she watched Daryl start to light the fire.

He kept his back to her the whole time that he set up the fire and then he disappeared into the tent for a moment. Daryl re-emerged a few seconds later with a big basket in his hands, and it was the first time that he made eye contact with her.

He gave her a puzzled expression.

"Watcha doin', girl?" he asked, and Beth snapped out of the spell she had been under. He placed the basket onto the floor in the middle of the blankets that he had set out.

"You comin' over here or wha'?"

Beth grinned at his gruff attitude. She knew from the way that he was acting that Daryl was a little bit shy about all of this and it was clear for her to see that he was so unsure about everything. Beth couldn't help but wonder if he had ever done anything like this before.

This was the best first date she had ever been on and it hadn't even properly started yet. Nobody had ever gone to such trouble to make an effor for her before and she couldn't help but feel a little bit in awe of the man who was now crouched down beside the basket, pulling things out from inside it and placing them carefully onto the blankets.

Beth looked around her once more and grabbed her phone from her purse, snapping a quick picture of the scene in front of her before she rushed over to him, a stupid smile plastered across her face the whole way over.

Daryl had his back to her again as he was unwrapping what she could now see were plates of food, but she knew that he could probably hear her hurried footsteps coming from a mile away. Beth wasn't the most graceful or careful person in the world, and she had noticed that every movement of his was so swift and quick and quiet.

Not at all like her own movements, which were more loud and clumsy. Beth had always had a bad habit of falling into things and banging into things and tripping over her own feet.

"This is so beautiful," Beth said to him, noticing the little stream that ran not too far from where their tent was pitched. "How did you find this place?"

"Found it a while ago," he told her, shrugging his shoulders. "Like to come 'ere when I go huntin'."

"You hunt?"

She didn't know that about him and Daryl just nodded his head as he finished unwrapping the food. Beth wasn't sure what it was but she thought that it smelled delicious and she was suddenly all too aware of how hungry she was.

"Hungry?" he asked, turning his head around over his shoulder so that he could look up to where she was stood behind him.

Beth didn't have chance to respond to that because just as she was opening her mouth to insist that she wasn't exactly starving but she could definitely eat, her stomach gave her away and growled loudly. She was a little embarrassed at first but the sound made Daryl smile and Beth couldn't help but laugh at her own expense.

"Take that as a yes," he said, grabbing two paper plates and plastic cutlery from inside the basket. "Didn't know what you like, so I made a few things."

Beth smiled appreciatively and walked around the blankets and sat cross-legged across from him. She looked at all of the food before her and back at Daryl and then couldn't help but grin. There was meat and fruit and vegetables and bread and he had even brought them drinks and two big bags of assorted chocolates and sweets and looking at it all, she suddenly felt very overwhelmed.

Daryl had clearly gone to so much effort to bring her here and not only show her this place that was beautiful enough anyway, but to then cook this food and prepare it all for her...

Plus, there was something a little bit amusing about the image of Daryl cooking food. She couldn't put her finger on exactly why she found it funny - after all, he was over thirty years old and lived alone in his own house. Beth knew that he wouldn't exactly live on take-away food like Glenn, but at the same time it was still weird to think about him being so... domestic.

"This is amazing," she told him as she tucked into her food. "Thank you."

Daryl was busy plating his own up and just shrugged his shoulders at her.

"Ain't nothin'," he told her.

A memory of those words came back to her so suddenly and it felt like it had been so long ago since that night. She couldn't help but smile a little bit at the thought of that night.

"Thank you anyway, Daryl."

He looked up at her from where he was leaning across to grab at some bread and then he was suddenly frozen solid. Beth knew from his expression that he must have remembered, too - he had to remember, because if he didn't then why would he be looking at her like that?

"Thank you so, so much," she had told him.

"Ain't nothin'," he said, and Beth beamed at him in response..

"Thank you anyway, Daryl," she had said. He gave her a strange expression and she felt a blush creeping up her cheeks when she realised that he hadn't introduced himself to her.

"I'm Beth. We don't... We've never met or anything. And I'm not a creepy stalker, I just... I've heard - I mean, I know your name from around town, and I..."

When his lips twitched upwards in a little smile, Beth knew that he remembered. Of course he remembered.

And she couldn't help but smile back at him, too.

Daryl had told Beth that he had brought the tent for her, just in case she got cold, and she wondered if he had remembered from the night that they had shared a few weeks before that she was just a cold person in general.

Even if he didn't, Beth couldn't help but notice how thoughtful he was because it was more than obvious that he wouldn't be the one getting cold - the man was like a radiator and Beth wondered how he was always so warm.

After they had eaten, they had talked for what must have been hours. Well, Beth had done most of the talking and Daryl had mostly listened; occasionally answering her questions when she asked them or commented on the things she was saying when she paused for him to. But it worked for them and Beth wondered if she was boring him with her talking, but Daryl always looked interested in whatever it was she was saying, so she guessed she wasn't annoying him that much.

It wasn't awkward at all - they had laughed together and Daryl had even shared a few stories of his own with her. Not many, but enough for her to feel like she was really starting to get to know him on a different level to what other people did. They shared a few kisses inside the tent and then Beth had suddenly had the best idea and insisted that they take the blankets into the bed of his truck and stargaze from it.

Daryl had chuckled at her and tugged at her hair playfully, muttering loudly enough for her to hear that she was 'like something from a damn romance novel', but he did as she pleased anyway. Beth thought that if he really didn't want to do it then he would have point-blank refused and took his teasing comments on the chin.

"Don't they make you feel so small?" she asked him.

They were both lay flat on their backs in the bed of his truck, some blankets underneath them and then the thickest blanket was draped over them. The forest was silent except for the occasional hoot of an owl or the chirping of the crickets, and had Daryl told her that they seemed louder than usual because tonight was a particularly warm night.

Beth had scoffed at him and pressed her hands to his bicep, laughing as he flinched at her cold touch.

He had shared quite a few facts with her about the forest and the animals in it and Beth had asked him how he was so educated about it all. Daryl had seemed a little bit uncomfortable with the question at first and didn't share much with her when it came to answering it, choosing only to tell her that he had developed it through experience because he had spent so much time in the woods when he was younger.

Whilst he hadn't told her much, Beth did know that the story of his childhood wasn't a happy one. Daryl hadn't really talked about his parents at all; just telling her that his mother had died in a house fire (that fact she already knew from the stories about the Dixon's) and that his dad was 'one mean son of a bitch' (she already knew that, too).

She couldn't help but want to know more about him and his past. Beth was curious by nature and always had been, but her daddy had taught her how to be patient and calm and considerate, and she would wait patiently until Daryl was ready to tell her more about his youth.

"Guess so," he said in answer to her question.

Beth was quiet for another moment as she looked up into the sky. It was so much clearer out here in the woods than it was in town. Beth used to enjoy stargazing on the roof of the stables at her daddy's farm, but even there the sky wasn't as clear as it was in the middle of the forest. The stars were out in full force and were blazing brighter than she had ever seen before.

"Do you believe in aliens?"

Daryl full on laughed at that and didn't stop for a while. Beth bit back a smile and reached her hand over to smack him playfully on the chest.

"I'm being serious."

His laughter died down and he turned his head towards her. Beth didn't look away from the nights sky, still amazed by the amount of stars she could see from deep within the woods, but she could see him staring at her from the corner of her eye.

"Yeah," he told her after a minute, his eyes never moving away from her direction.

Beth's lips turned upwards in a little smile.

"Me, too," she said, finally turning her head so that her blue eyes met with his.

They were much closer to one another than they were when they first came and lay down in the truck. Their close proximity wasn't just on her part, either - they had both been nudging closer to the other for some time now. Their arms were now brushing against each other and their noses were almost touching and Beth wondered if he was going to kiss her again, because she honestly wouldn't mind it at all if he did.

"Too big for there not to be," he told her, his voice low.

Beth nodded her head at that.

"Yeah," she agreed, not breaking eye contact with him. "That's what I think, too."

Daryl stared at her for another moment longer before he edged his face closer towards hers. Beth was ready and waiting for his touch and she only closed her eyes when she felt one of his hands cup her face. Daryl's thumb danced forwards and backwards across her cheek and Beth wanted to hum at the feeling but she didn't get chance because he was kissing her.

It was chaste and delicate at first, but Beth didn't have to wait long until his tongue was sliding between her lips to bump against hers. Daryl kissed her at a lazy speed that she went along with happily.

The kisses they had shared after the bar were rushed and filled with lust and desire and heat, but the kisses that they were experiencing now were about exploring each other. The kiss was passionate but in a different way, and Beth couldn't help but feel like it was so much more intimate like this.

At some point, Beth had rolled herself on top of him and Daryl's hands were holding her hips for a while. But then they were sliding underneath her dress and he was running his fingers up and down her thighs and over her ass and he they both groaned when he grabbed her with both of his big hands.

Beth needed the friction and she couldn't help but rub herself against him. She popped open the top few buttons of his shirt and then the rest undid quite easily, giving her access to his bare chest. Beth ran her fingers over it and marveled at his abs, wondering when on earth he had the time to work out because if it wasn't obvious by his arms that he did, it was definitely obvious by his toned stomach.

She was greedy and whilst Daryl seemed more than content with kissing her and palming her ass, she could't help but want more. Her hands slip down his chest and she fumbled with the buckle of his belt, glad to see the back of it once she had managed to undo it. Beth wasted no time in tugging down his jeans and Daryl lifted his hips a little to help her pull them down, pushing himself harder against her core as he did so.

Beth broke their kiss so that she could tug his boxers down and then she was taking him in her hand and pumping up and down at a steady rhythm. Daryl hissed and cursed and Beth thought to herself that they really needed to do something about his mouth because she swore that some of the language that he used could make a sailor blush.

Their kisses were a bit more heated now but the pace was still calm and slow as Daryl tugged her underwear to one side. Beth shifted so that he could access underneath her dress better and she took her time to slide on top of him, enjoying the feel of him stretching her out.

She had never had sex outside before and she couldn't help but feel excited. Daryl mumbled down her ear about how wet she was and he was right; she was, but she couldn't exactly help the way her body reacted around him. It had been a long few weeks without seeing him and she had never had sex on the first date before, either, and now she was beginning to realise that Daryl was a lot of firsts for her.

It didn't take long before she came and once she had rode out the waves of her orgasm, Daryl rolled them over with one swift motion so that she was lay on her back and he was on top. He kissed her throat and he buried his head into her neck as he got closer and closer, and when Beth felt him harden inside her to signal that he was about to explode, she tugged on his hair and brought his head up so that he was looking right at her when he came inside of her.

Beth moaned at the feeling and she wanted nothing more than to shut her eyes because the sensation was just so lovely but she didn't break the eye contact. Daryl was a little breathless and she kissed him as he removed himself from inside of her, nudging her underwear back over her center with his hand once he was free from her.

Daryl pulled away from her so that he could pull both his boxers and jeans back up and re-buckle his belt. Beth stayed on her back but she wasn't looking at the sky this time. Instead, she was looking right at Daryl as he buttoned up his shirt. Once he had finished, his eyes met hers and she offered him a smile.

"I gotta ask you somethin'," Daryl said, wiping his hands on his jeans. Beth didn't say anything as she waited for him to continue. "Are you... You know?"

"Am I what?" Beth asked, confused.

Daryl darted his eyes around the truck bed nervously and Beth would have probably giggled at his serious expression if he hadn't seemed so shy about whatever it was he was trying to say. He could be awkward sometimes but she could be, too, so she didn't mind all that much.

"Are ya on the pill, or the implant, or somethin'?"

Beth's lips formed a little 'o' as she realised what he had been trying to say. He looked like he was cringing just saying the words and she felt a little bit guilty that she was so oblivious that she couldn't have saved him from the awkwardness of having to outright ask her.

"Yes," was all she said; although she wanted to frown at him and tell him that she wasn't stupid. Beth wouldn't sleep with anyone without protection and had she not been on the pill then she would have obviously told him that he needed to wear a condom.

But she supposed that he was a man and they were a strange breed so she didn't say anything more about it. Daryl just cleared his throat and nodded her head at that and seemed grateful that she didn't mention anything more about it.

They stayed there in silence for a few beats until Beth pushed herself up on her elbows and sat on her knees, copying Daryl's stance. She edged closer to him and cupped his face with her hands before pressing a light kiss to his lips.

"Stay with me tonight," she said to him once their kiss was over, looking him dead in the eyes.

Daryl didn't say anything and just nodded his head at her, but Beth's face still broke out into a huge smile as if he had just recounted Shakespeare's greatest works to her.

But Beth didn't need words from Daryl. There was a saying that came to mind when she thought of things to do with him; 'actions speak louder than words', and she definitely believed it to be true. Daryl might not have had all the perfect words to say to her, but he had ways of showing her that he cared and that he was interested in her.

Beth had been with boys in the past - boys like her ex-boyfriends, Jimmy and Zach - who had been good with words, but their actions always said something different. Like how Jimmy had told her that she was the only girl for him, but then he had gone off to college and cheated on her with goodness knows how many girls. Or how Zach had said that he was going to save half of his wage to put towards a deposit on a house for them, but then he had gambled it all away behind her back and hadn't told her until she got a call to say that he was at the station because he had been in a fight at the casino and needed picking up.

So Beth didn't mind that Daryl didn't have all of the words in the world for her. She didn't mind because he had gone above and beyond for her this evening in a way that nobody had ever done before and not only had tonight been her first date with Daryl Dixon, it had also been the first night that she made love to him, too. Right here in the woods under the stars with nobody to disturb them or tell them that what they were doing was wrong - that he was bad and she was good and that they shouldn't mix.

Maybe it was true or maybe it wasn't, but either way it didn't matter.

Not tonight.

So Beth smiled at Daryl like he was the best man in the world because right now, he was. At least he was to her, anyway, and that was all that she cared about.

"Come on," Daryl said, climbing into the front of the truck. "Let's get goin', 'fore it gets real late."

Beth giggled at that and followed quickly behind him, stealing a quick kiss before he started the engine. She leaned back in her seat and clipped in her belt before shooting him a devilish grin.

"Your place or mine?"

Phew. Hands up if you wish that your partner had done something like that for your first date?

I wanted something cute and romantic but that Daryl wouldn't necessarily realise was romantic because it was just something that was kind of normal to him, so that's why I picked the woods. I hope that makes sense. I don't think Beth is necessarily the type of girl who expects big grand gestures either or the type of girl who would pull her face at relaxing in the forest.

And I know that this chapter was long and fluffy but I was in need of some Bethyl fluff. I don't know about you lot, but after the last two seasons of TWD I much prefer fluff to angst. That show has given me enough angst to last me a bloody lifetime.

Anyway, please review and let me know what you think of this chapter!