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Beth moaned louder and louder with each thrust as Daryl slammed harder and harder. Her back was arching from the bed and his hands were holding her hips with a grip that would probably leave her bruised, but she was past the point of caring. In fact, the thought of it almost thrilled her. Beth gasped when one of his hands moved south and his thumb traced over her clit and oh god she was so close -

"Y'havin' fun, baby brother?"

Beth's blue eyes flew open to meet Daryl's and she squealed as he quickly removed himself from her and flipped over so that he was sat on the bed next to her. Beth clutched at the bedsheet and pulled it up in an attempt to cover her bare chest, the pair of them now sitting up in bed and staring wide-eyed at Merle who was lounging casually in the doorway.

But then Daryl's eyes narrowed at his brother and he looked much more annoyed than she had ever seen him before.

"Fuck are you doin', Merle?" Daryl growled as he pulled his boxers up his legs.

Merle just laughed at his younger brother and Daryl grumbled something under his breath before instructing Merle in a not-so-polite manner to leave the room. Merle laughed again and shook his head as he walked out, not bothering to close the bedroom door behind him.

Daryl glanced over to her and Beth knew that she was blushing furiously but she was absolutely mortified and she wouldn't bother denying it, either. Daryl swore before running a hand over his face.

"Best go see what he wants," he said, but his tone made the statement more of a question.

Beth just nodded her head at him in agreement and Daryl gave her a sympathetic look before he rolled away from the bed and went to quickly get dressed. Once he had closed the door behind him, Beth exhaled a long sigh and threw one of her arms over her eyes, squeezing them tightly shut.

They definitely needed to get that spare key back from Merle.

"I've ordered pretty much all of the food now," Annette said.

Beth was having a meeting with Annette and Maggie about the wedding which was only two weeks away now. These sorts of meetings were becoming a regular occurrence as the girls went over the final details, and although Beth always invited Daryl to take part, he never really showed much interest. Daryl had made it perfectly clear to her that this was her day and she could do whatever she wanted with it.

Maggie told her that she envied her because if her and Glenn got married then he would definitely want a say in most of the things and Annette told her that her daddy had said the same about their wedding, too. Beth supposed she was relieved because this whole wedding planning business was much more than she had bargained for and making little decisions was hard enough without her fiance disagreeing with everything that she had in mind.

"Write down the total and I'll transfer you the money," Beth told her, looking up from the stuffed ringbinder that was placed in the middle of the kitchen table where all three of the women sat.

Annette gave her daughter a look and Beth groaned.

"Mama, please," Beth said. "You and daddy are insistin' on payin' for everything. I don't even know if me and Daryl have paid for anythin' at all."

"That's not true," Annette quirked. "You've both paid for the flowers."

Beth shook her head.

"They didn't even cost one hundred dollars 'cause daddy's friend gave us the 'friends and family discount'."

Maggie chuckled at that and took a long sip of her coffee. Annette just shrugged her shoulders at her daughter and took another bite of her toast before pulling the ringbinder towards her and flipping through the contents, stopping at a page and reading the information on it.

"So who's your DJ again?" Maggie asked.

"I already told you ten times," Beth frowned. "Aaron. I don't know his second name. I don't even know him, but apparently he's good friends with Daryl."

"An' you've never met?"

Beth just shook her head no as she took a bite into her own toast.

"No," she said. "He lives in Alexandria, but he's comin' here especially for the weddin'."

Maggie accepted that and didn't ask anything more about it. Beth was pleased that she had her mother and her sister helping her organise everything and make sure that all bases were covered so that nothing was overlooked or forgotten.

The truth was that Beth was now at the point where she couldn't wait for the wedding to just be over and done with. She loved Daryl and she had done for a long time, and she knew that they didn't need a huge celebration to show that to anyone. But since she had been younger she had dreamed of what she thought was the 'perfect' wedding and her mama and her sister would never let her just head down to the registry office and sign a couple of papers to get married.

Well, they wouldn't exactly have a choice, but they wouldn't exactly be thrilled about it, either. And as much as Beth knew that Daryl would probably - no, definitely - prefer a quick and easy wedding like that, he constantly told her that he wouldn't want to do that with her because he wanted her to have 'the best'.

The best. What even was that, anyway? Beth was't sure that she knew. Was the best really a big fancy and expensive wedding that Maggie would want, or was it a simple and elegant wedding that had a classic sort of theme to it? Was it a wedding that was located in a church or was it one somewhere hot and sunny with a beach - maybe in Mexico or the Bahamas?

Her mama and daddy had paid for most of the wedding; but by most people's standards, the overall cost of their wedding was hardly breaking the bank. Father Gabriel had accepted to do the wedding for free but her daddy had insisted that they at least give a donation to the church and having the reception at the farm was saving a lot of money, too.

They had ordered gazebos and plenty of tables and chairs and food. Beth had also ordered some lanterns to decorate the trees and the gazebos - biting her lip at the suggestion because it reminded her of the first date that Daryl had set up for her.

She wondered if it would remind him that night in the forest, too.

"You know," Annette said, breaking Beth out of her daydream. "I think that might be everything."

Maggie downed the rest of her coffee and Beth finished chewing on the piece of toast that was in her mouth.

"Everything?" she asked in a quiet voice.

Her mama looked at her with soft eyes and an equally soft smile and just nodded her head a little.

"Everything," the older woman confirmed.

Beth smiled at her mama for a long moment before Maggie let out a 'woohoo', breaking the moment that the mother and daughter had been sharing and causing them all to giggle slightly.

"So," Maggie said as Annette closed the ringbinder. "Are you nervous?"

"A little," Beth admitted. "Not at the thought of actually bein' married. I just... The day is gonna be long and tirin' and I just want everythin' to go right."

Annette smiled knowingly and Maggie let out a low whistle that strangely reminded Beth of Merle. The thought of her soon-to-be brother-in-law made her cheeks flush red almost immediately and she hoped that nobody noticed, because that was a conversation she did not want to have to have with her mother and sister.

Alright, maybe it wouldn't be too awful to have with Maggie. But her mama?

Not a chance.

"Bein' married is a big commitment, Bethy."

Beth had heard those words quite a lot since she had accepted Daryl's proposal and Maggie had said it to her more than once. Beth wondered if this would be one of the last times anyone said that to her.

"I know," Beth said. "An' I'm ready. Me an' Daryl are practically married already."

Annette chuckled at that before she stood up from where she was sat and collected the empty plates and cups from the table, heading straight towards the sink with them. Beth offered to wash the pots for her mother but the older woman just shook her head and told her to stay put.

"So when are you and Glenn goin' to get married?" Beth asked, a little smirk playing on her lips when Maggie's face fell slightly.

Maggie had always been the type to drift from relationship to relationship and had never really stayed put with one person. Beth had been shocked to hear that Glenn had been to more than one family dinner and she had still been shocked every time Maggie mentioned him to her. It wasn't anything personal, more it was that Glenn wasn't the type of guy that Maggie would usually go for.

But she supposed that that was a good thing and Beth would be more than happy for Glenn to be her other brother-in-law. He seemed nice enough and he even got along quite well with Daryl, too. But Maggie had always been a bit of a commitment-phobe and Beth wasn't sure if her sister would ever want to get married; even to Glenn.

So she wasn't surprised when her sister just shrugged her shoulders.

"Ain't worryin' about it right now," Maggie said. "Your weddin' is enough for me. Maybe one day."

Annette returned to the table and smiled knowingly at both of the girls.

"Maybe you could have a long engagement?" she suggested with a laugh.

Beth smiled at that and even Maggie's lips turned up a little, too.

"Yeah," Maggie said. "Maybe."

Daryl had spent the day with Rick and still wasn't home by the time Beth arrived back from the farmhouse. She decided to get straight on with preparing dinner for the evening and settled on trying out making her own pizza.

"Best pizza I ever tasted," Daryl told her as he helped himself to another slice.

Beth just smiled at him and shook her head a little as she got another slice for herself, too. She began cutting into hers with her knife and fork whilst Daryl just shoved it in his mouth and took a rather large bite.

"Can't believe ya use them things to eat pizza," Daryl said, scoffing a little.

Beth would have raised her brows at him for speaking with his mouth full but she couldn't help but laugh a little. She wasn't sure what it was, but since she was little she had never been able to eat with her hands unless she absolutely had to. The thought made her shiver a little but then Daryl was leaning over the table and snatching the knife and fork away from her playfully, tucking them into the back pocket of his jeans and giving her a smirk.

She knew that all she would have to do it stand up and walk in the kitchen to get another set of them. Or she could just ask to have them back and Daryl would probably give them her, too.

But Beth just smirked back at him and let out a sigh in defeat before she picked up the slice of pizza with both hands and brought it to her mouth, taking a bite and savoring the taste.

Daryl was right. The pizza was pretty good.

"See," he said before he took another bite of his own slice. "Ain't all that bad."

Beth knew that he was referring to eating with her hands (which, OK, wasn't that bad), but she just smiled at him and shrugged her shoulders nonchalantly.

"What can I say," she teased. "I'm a pretty good chef."

I got the idea for the whole Merle walking in on Daryl and Beth idea from livetoloveeveryday and I think it is definitely something Merle and his bad timing would do.

I kind of feel like I'm copping out a bit and giving you a chapter that's more of a filler than anything else but I guess it's kind of important to show some sort of wedding planning, right? I didn't just want to jump straight to that, I wanted to include a bit of preparation. And then we could all use our fair share of Bethyl fun and fluff, so, you know.

The wedding will probably be either the next chapter or the one after that.

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