Ok so because I couldn't let the wedding moment go quite yet, I'm a romantic at heart, and seeing the gooey side of Daryl well ya know, had to milk another chapter from it. But next chapter shit about to hit the fan. Please review.
Beth woke early the next morning, stretching out in their make shift bed, memories flooding her head of the day before, and she smiled, the sun was coming in through a small crack in the make shift curtains that one of the ladies had put up on the small office windows, Beth didn't want this moment to end she wanted to play make believe just a while longer. Pretend that her and Daryl, had their own house, their first real day of being married, she had a vision of him in her head with his jeans hanging loosely around his hips, no shirt, bare footed, turning to her in the kitchen while she tried to creep up on him dressed in only his shirt. She smiled at the thought, that would have been wonderful.
"Good Morning Princess" came a voice from across the room and she looked up, Daryl was sat in the small office chair with just his jeans on, looking at her.
"You turning into Edward Cullen now?" she asked, he lifted an eyebrow at her frowning. "He's a character in a book, a vampire to be precise, he sneaks into the girl he loves bedroom every night and watches her sleep." Daryl smiled.
"Well I ain't no damned vampire, but I have been watching ya, kinda stalker like ain't it?" he quirked the corners of his mouth up at her.
"Ain' no damned vampire?" she questioned "I think my neck would tell ya otherwise, Dixon." she brought her hand to where he had marked her, she looked slyly at him from the corner of eye. He looked at the mark and a brief smile appeared on his face.
"Teenage moment." he explained.
"Do we have to leave this room today?" she asked, knowing that his answer would be there is work to do out there woman, can' expect everything to stop just coz I had a soppy moment, the sound of his voice in her head made her smile, and she slumped back on the bed, covering her eyes with her hand, oh shit she thought all that make up must be all over her face by now, she had forgotten about that last night. She pulled the covers off of her and placed her hand on Daryl's shirt, pulling it over her shoulder and doing it up partially, she looked through some of the things that had been placed on the desk, aware that Daryl was watching her every move, there was wet wipes and a small mirror on the desk and she began to clean the mascara that had found its way down her face, off. When she had finished she replaced the mirror and wipes to the desk. Then rummaged for some clothes finding some track suit bottoms and a loose jumper she went to put them on when his hands appeared on her waist.
"What do ya think ya up to?" he asked her, kissing the side of her cheek.
"We got jobs to do." she sighed slightly, not really feeling enthusiastic about running around the fences killing things the day after getting married but hell that was life now.
"Oh no Princess, we are on honeymoon." she felt him smile into her neck.
"What?" she asked confused, turning in his arms.
"Well" he shuffled his feet embarrassed "Ya see, I went to see Rick first thing this morning while you were snoring."
"I don't snore!" she protested, Daryl kissed her.
"You gunna listen or be a brat?" he asked, she went silent looking at him "So as I was saying, I went to see Rick, and we got us a couple of days off, so we can go and kill things orrrrrr" he started kissing her collar bone again, she closed her eyes enjoying the feeling.
"Think I will go with the orrrrr" she whispered Daryl growled and picked her up landing her not to lightly on the bed. Beth reached up to start undoing the shirt.
"Leave it." he instructed and her hands fell away "think you should wear that all the time while we are on honeymoon." Beth gave him a small nod. "I know kinky but you look fucking sexy in it, I saw this programme once on the tv when the old man had crashed on the sofa, there was this couple, he was in the kitchen making her breakfast and she came in his shirt, never thought I'd find me someone to do that with." he dropped his head blushing. Beth started to giggle and his eyes shot up hurt. She shook her head crawling across the bed to sit in front of where he stood at the end.
"I was thinking the exact same thing when I woke up, had this picture of you in the kitchen making me coffee in just ya jeans hanging around ya hips, kinda like now." she said the hurt look dissolved into something totally different and it took Beth's breath away, he bent to kiss her pulling her onto the bed to lay with him, Beth was going to enjoy these next couple of days.
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They had spent the day, making love and chatting about stupid careless things, enjoying the peace of each others company, Beth was sat in the office chair with her knees up her head resting lightly on them watching Daryl as he cat napped on the bed his jeans once again secured around his waist, she was just thinking it must be almost time for dinner, they hadn't eaten all day, they really should venture out and get something, when a light tap came on the door, to her surprise Daryl was up off the bed ushering her on to it so he could answer the door, he swung it open and a voice she recognised as Carl's said.
"Special deliver to Mr and Mrs Dixon." there was some movements outside the door and she heard Daryl give a gruff thanks as he kicked the door shut with his foot.
"Dinner my lady?" he asked as he placed a tray down on the bed. There was two bowls of stew and rice their most regular food, then she spotted a plate covered up, she tried to pick up the lid but he wouldn't let her, "Eat your food, your gunna need ya strength." he gave he a look that had a lot weight to it, Beth picked up her bowl and began eating her stew and rice, it was he favourite venison, she remembered Daryl had brought a large stag home the day before the wedding, her stomach was grateful for the food after she relaxed a little more feeling full. She watched Daryl eat the last of his food in to his mouth and placed the bowl back on the tray, moving the tray onto the desk, with the mysterious plate still on he stood again walking to the door, he opened it disappearing outside for a second, then came back in. "Drink?" he held up a bottle of Champaign and a bottle of JD, she nodded eagerly to him and as Daryl popped the cork and she squealed with joy, Beth never wanted this to end.
Daryl poured her a large glass of the sparkly drink, then handed it too her, Beth took a long swallow of the liquid, as the bubbles went down her throat they tickled and it made her giggle. Daryl walked back to the bed, placing the plate on it then he pulled a small package from behind his back putting it down beside her. She looked from it to him and back, she picked it up unwrapping the gift, turning the book over and over in her hands she looked up at him.
"Thought you didn't know what I was talking about earlier?" she asked.
"Maggie told me ya loved those books so found one on a run and brought it back for ya, the rest of em are in the cell, don' think you will have time to read em all over the next couple of days." he shrugged but Beth smiled, finally he lifted the lid on the plate, it had fresh strawberries on it, she stared at him, she hadn't had fresh strawberries in forever, she licked her lips.
"Hershel told me they make the Champaign taste nicer, personally don' think anything could make that taste nice but anything is worth a try."
"Thank you so much, your so..."
"You say bloody romantic and I am going on patrol" he warned her
"I was going to say considerate." she rolled her eyes.
He climbed up onto the bed placing both bottles on the floor next to them and pulling the plate between them "So you goin' to let me know why that damned book is so fascinating?"
Beth opened the book and began to read.
"I stared without breathing across the long room, into the dark eyes of the hunter, and he looked pleasantly back at me.
Surely it was a good way to die..."
"Better not much but at least there is a hunter and some death involved thought it was going to be all mushy shit." she punched him and continued.
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They were packing their stuff up on the last day of their honeymoon ready to move back into the cell block, Beth feeling a little put out, she didn't want to go back to everyone watching their every move she had enjoyed the privacy, she knew sulking wasn't good, but couldn't help herself. She turned to check and make sure everything had been picked up when Daryl came up behind her wrapping his arms around her from behind.
"I understand him, ya know." He said
"Who?"
"That Cullen kid your soooo in love with." she slapped his hands "No really, I would do whatever it took to keep ya happy, keep ya safe."
"Thought you weren't soppy?"
"Soppy no, but no one takes away what is mine." he said possessively.
"Well now Dixon, its time to go back to the real world." She started to fling her bag over her shoulder and make her way back towards the main room.
"Think I may have to have a little chat with Rick about some of these rooms" he said thoughtfully as they walked back up the corridor, they entered the room and everyone cheered, Beth felt her face flush, Daryl just walked past everyone going up to dump their stuff in their cell. While Beth stopped for girlie talk.
They were home, but Beth wished they were still in that little room in their own little world.
