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Summary: Betty was far from the typical refined southern heritage. Having drifted from her family at a young age, she never saw or heard from then again.
So when a apocalypse hits, she doesn't really care. That is until she meets her brother again.
Valerie peered around the farm, it was huge, strangely untouched by the apocalypse outside. It was like a dream, the family here didn't understand how rough it was on the road. They had everything, food, shelter and even water and power. It was a paradise for them.
She sat on their porch, sipping a glass of freshly squeezed orange juice while the breeze ran through her hair. She sighed with content, aware that someone was joining her side. She glanced at the chair next to her, surprised to find Shane staring back at her.
"You ain't happy" He stated, he lent back in his chair.
"No" Valerie said shortly. "You risked your life"
Shane shook his head, "I had to Val, otherwise, Carl wouldn't of made it" He argued.
"I understand that, and you're a brave man, but it was dangerous" She cried, her eyes brimmed with tears and Shane grimaced. He glanced down at the ground, "Just promise me you'll be safer" She sighed.
Shane nodded quickly, "I will" He promised.
"For me and the group" She whispered, she flung her arms around him and snuggled into the crook of his neck.
"For you and the group" Shane said through gritted teeth, he glanced through the window at Lori, before settling his view on the ground.
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Carol's sob broke through the air, she slumped over the hood of an abandoned vehicle, her face screwed in grief while she inspected the wording on the window screen. Betty shuddered at the noise, she gritted her teeth and glanced over at Daryl, he too seemed uncomfortable with Carol's cries.
"Hell, I'm sure she jus' got lost sum where" Daryl muttered, a small attempt at trying to reassure the older woman.
Carol stifled a sob, she smiled at Daryl briefly and allowed Andrea to lead her to Dale's RV.
Betty inched towards the RV, only to have Daryl grab her arm and pull her back.
"Where ya thank yer goin'?" He asked gruffly.
Betty's face twisted in confusion, "Huh?"
Daryl smirked and inclined his head towards Merle's motorbike. Betty stared at him in shock, she shook her head wildly but Daryl was already dragging her towards the suddenly intimidating bike. He forced her on to the bike, even lifting her leg over it for her.
He slipped behind her, shouldered his crossbow and placed his hands over hers. She jumped in fright when her hands were placed on the handles, squirming as Daryl started the motorbike to life. His chuckle vibrated through his chest and surged into her, she tensed up and his chin brushed across her cheek.
"C'mon" He coaxed, "Ya wanted ta learn"
Betty took in a deep breath and nodded, she placed her feet on the pedals and Daryl pushed them off. With his hands over hers, he helped add more speed while she steered down the highway. At one point she had closed her eyes, nearly sending them into the guard railing. Daryl had kept his patience, until his hands weren't needed and she was doing just fine on her own.
He took this opportunity to study the back of her, his hands were clutching to the seat while his eyes roamed over it. He was glad he forced her to do it, Merle always said "Thar ain't nuthin' hotter than a girl who can ride" and he was right.
Betty followed after the RV until they reached the farm's long dirt road. From there, she catapulted the motorcycle forward and sped the rest of the way to the Greene Farm. Daryl was grinning from ear to ear as the engine's noise ripped through the ear and their hair was flying behind them like capes. She drove all the way to the house, stopped the motorcycle like an expert and turned it off.
Daryl got off first, only to watch her slide herself off with the small denim shorts she wore. His eyes ran over her, but this time, she caught him. Maybe it was from the sudden adrenalin rush, or sun stroke, whatever it was, it made her flick her hair over her shoulder and give Daryl a sultry wink. His mouth just about dropped right open then.
She swayed past him, finding Rick observing from the doorstep.
"Yer boy doin' alrigh'?" She asked.
Rick nodded, a smile of relief on his face. "Just fine." He assured.
Betty's shoulders sagged with relief, she nodded and scratched the back of her neck.
"Hershel, the owner, he says we can set up here while we search for Sofia and Carl recovers" Rick added. Betty nodded again, she turned towards Johnny's vehicle that was parked beneath a tree. "Oh and Liz"
"Yes?" She sighed irritably.
"I'm sorry for what Lori said" He muttered.
"Rick!" Lori gasped from behind him. Rick's face paled and Betty almost spluttered with laughter. She turned away from them as they started to bicker, a smug smirk stretching her lips. Rick could never win.
She took long strides to Johnny's vehicle, pulling out one tent and leaving the other for Valerie and Johnny to share. The others had started setting up camp too, and from what Betty could see, they were setting up close to Hershel's house.
She wrinkled her nose and pulled her tent further away from the group, she found a nice place beside a broken chimney. She set up her tent and threw her gear inside, she checked around the area and decided she would put up some booby traps near the fringe of trees a bit away from her tent.
Just as she was placing an wire between the trees surrounding her tent, Daryl came over with his bike.
"Aye" He hollered.
Betty straightened up, "Wha'?" she asked.
"I'm puttin' ma tent 'ere" He said, he got off his bike and indicated to the tent strapped to the back of it.
"Na ye ain't, ah was already 'ere" She argued.
Daryl gave her a challenging look, "Well I'm puttin' mine over 'ere" He retorted. He took his tent to the other side of the chimney, he pitched it and gave her a pointed look before wheeling his bike over to his small camp.
Betty rolled her eyes at him, "Men" She muttered.
She had finished her booby traps near the dense fringe of bushland, when she was swiftly knocked to the side and a pang of hurt surrounded her temple.
"Wha' tha hell?" She groaned.
"Shit!"
Betty's arm was pulled and she was standing up, feeling briefly dizzy. She glared up at Daryl who stared at her with concern.
"Sorry!" He said urgently, he bent down and grabbed the offending weapon. It was a can of sliced fruit, "Ah didn't mean ta hit ya"
"That's generally wha' 'appens when ya throw things ye moron" She snapped. She rubbed her temple and Daryl looked truly apologetic. He led her back to her camp and sat her down at a camp fire that hadn't been there before. She frowned and glanced around, Daryl had moved his tent closer to hers and created a small bon fire for them.
"Ye did this?" She exclaimed.
Daryl scratched the back of his neck awkwardly, "Ye, thought it'd be safer if we're together" He mumbled. Betty glanced up and he flushed, "Not like that, ah ain't tryna-"
"Wha' ye sayin' ah ain't good 'nuff ta be wit ya?" She pretended to be angry, but really she wanted to see him fluster.
"Naw ah ain't sayin' that, ah jus', well yer pretty 'n ah-"
He was kneeled next to her and Betty grabbed his face and pressed her lips against his. He stopped his rambling and in surprise froze, instantly he kissed her back but she pulled away and grinned at him.
"Ah know ye didn't mean it" She stated, she looked at the can he had and she opened it with a knife.
"Yeah?" He asked, he was wondering how she could go back to normal after kissing him.
"Ya dun thank ah can feel when yer checkin' me out? Ah know yer where when we was on tha bike" She snickered and Daryl's flushed again. Betty didn't know where this confidence was coming from. She stood up and placed the can down and turned towards her tent.
"Sorry" Daryl apologised.
"Dun be, ah like it" She said softly.
Daryl stared at her, he didn't register anything she said until she was about to hop into her tent. He raced forward and grabbed her arm tightly, he swung her back around to face him and closed the space between took in a sharp breath and Daryl took it as his cue to lean it.
He kissed her hard, his tongue licked along her bottom lip before he gained entrance and tangled with hers. She moaned into it, realising that his hands had wrapped around her and was holding her close to his body. His body went into primal mode, instantly gripping her even tighter while his lips pulled from hers and he lifted her up. She squeaked in surprise but her legs twined around his waist nether less.
His mouth attacked her jaw, sending kisses all the way to her neck, where he sucked on her gently. She arched into him, all too aware of the heat being created in her stomach. His hands moved to her bottom, supporting her weight while he kneaded it gently. It was a perfect ass, something he knew he was gonna like seeing on his bike more often.
Daryl carried her over to the bench chair beside the fire, he sat down while she straddled his lap. He kissed along her collarbone while her hips made a circular motion on his lap. He groaned, thrusting upwards without control. She moaned quietly, before her hips froze and his kisses stilled.
She leapt up and he covered the almost erection he had, he crossed his legs while Johnny appeared out of the trees. Daryl blessed him for having loud footsteps.
Johnny stared between the two, concerned with why they both had matching pink cheeks.
"Ah, Carol has some chores fer ya" He said hesitantly, directing his voice towards Betty.
She nodded quickly and Johnny awkwardly inched out of their camp. She looked at Daryl briefly before setting off towards the camp.
"Later?" Daryl suggested after her. She snickered and nodded in approval.
Daryl glanced at her as she started to walk after Johnny, he raced forward and turned her around more gently this time and stared at her seriously.
"Ah ain't naw prince charming" He said softly.
Betty cocked her head to the side. "Good, 'cause ah ain't naw bitch in distress" She replied.
Daryl grinned and released her. Betty could get use to this kind of courting.