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Chapter 11

The next few days between Daryl and I were quiet. We'd steal glances at each other, share a smile, but we didn't talk much. I was starting to wonder if he actually wanted a relationship with me, because he wasn't making another move. I didn't think it was my job to do that, but I decided to put on my big girl pants and talk to him and shove away all my shyness and self consciousness. I was feeling spontaneous.

That was, until I was standing in front of him.

"Do wanna go walk...or kill some walkers if that's more realistic?" I asked nervously. He smirked at me and nodded. He grabbed my hand and we slipped out of the school without anyone seeing us. I wasn't sure why I was so worried; we didn't have time to be picky in this world, and it's not like it was illegal or he was gonna get arrested for holding my hand. But still.

"Why'd ya wanna walk?" he asked, not with hostility but utter curiosity. We were walking along the fences, and the moans in the background made me shiver despite the summer night.

"We just haven't talked much since Martinez..." I didn't finish. We both knew what I was talking about. I looked up at him as we walked and he nodded.

"Sorry 'bout that, princess. Haven't been up ta socializin' lately."

I shrugged. "'S okay. We're talkin' now, aren't we?" I said with a smile. We were on the side of the old brick building now, no windows on this side. I wondered what was on this side of the school.

He stopped walking and faced me. "Ya we are. It's nice havin' someone ta talk ta, even when you aren't doin' much talkin'," he replied. I smiled up at him, my heart beating like crazy in my chest. Daryl cupped my face and kissed me, full of passion. The butterflies that were in my stomach were now turning into tingles a little lower than my stomach. I blushed at the thought and kissed back, sliding my tongue in his mouth. I couldn't believe I was doing this again, but it was different than the last time. This time I wanted more than to just kiss.

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Kissing her was perfect. I needed the escape, and she didn't seem to mind. I dropped my hands to her hips, pulling her closer but not releasing the kiss. She moaned low in her throat and I smiled a little behind the kiss. She wanted more, but I didn't know if that was the right thing to do. My right hand played with the hem of her shirt, playing with the idea of going up it. I didn't want her to think that was all I wanted, though. She was beautiful, smart, funny, shy, all around perfect. On the other hand, she was very sexy. Every time I looked at her, I wanted her more and more.

Surprisingly, she grabbed my hand and slowly led it up under her shirt. I could tell what she wanted, and I obliged. I wondered if, since her hips were against mine, she could feel the hardness growing behind my jeans. It was almost embarrassing, then I realized how much Beth wanted this.

I cupped her bra, thumb going behind it and grazing her nipple. She shuddered underneath my touch and I smiled again, kneading and playing with her breast.

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I reached down and touched the top of Daryl's jeans, playing with the button. I was unsure, then convinced myself that I had to do something to make up for him touching me. So I unbuttoned his pants and touched his cock through his boxers. I almost gasped at how big it was, running my hand its full length. I couldn't believe me, Beth Greene, preachers daughter, was doing this. But in that moment, I didn't care.

All of a sudden, I did care. I heard Maggie's voice, yelling about walkers inside the school. I pulled back as fast as I could and Daryl zipped up his pants and we just ran, not saying a word.

We ran inside to help, but all we had was knives. I heard screaming coming from the locker room, and Daryl grabbed my hand and ran, pulling me along beside him. I figured there'd be a few walkers, but I couldn't believe my own eyes when I saw at least two dozen. My mind raced, wondering how they had gotten in, how we hadn't noticed them, how they hadn't attacked sooner. Then the adrenaline kicked in and I went into kill mode.

I used to be afraid of walkers, but I realized that it was part of our lives now. I had to face my fears. I had started counting how many I killed since my first walker. 237. I couldn't believe I had killed that many, considering how afraid I used to be. I still was, but I learned how to push that fear away in order to survive.

There was a lot of screams and close calls, but eventually, every walker was dead. Again. Now, I was at 246. There were way more than I had originally thought, but I was proud of myself for how I handled it. I had lost Daryl somewhere in the chaos, and all I wanted was to see if he was okay.

"Beth!" I heard my name called.

Without thinking, I ran to where my name was called and threw myself into his arms. "I'm so glad you're okay," I whispered to him. He just held me tighter, and I suddenly realized we had an audience.

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