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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.
Shane sat down with a huff, he rubbed his face tiredly and lent his back against the tree. Valerie was by his side, comforting him by rubbing his shoulders while he watched Betty storm away from the house. He smiled briefly, remembering it was the exact way she use to storm off when they were kids. His smile faltered and he grimaced, his stomach clenched at the thought of their childhood together.
"What's wrong Shane?" Valerie asked softly, her cheek rested on his shoulder.
"Liz just got into another argument with Lori" He sighed, he inched away from her slightly. Valerie sighed as well, she watched Betty disappear into the fields.
"I don't understand why she is so angry with you and Rick" She revealed, her curious eyes gazed at Shane. He ducked away from them and cleared his throat. "It's not like you made her go to Juvi or made her family move away" She added.
Shane's stomach clenched and he hummed in agreement.
"She's just being a drama queen" Valerie added.
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Johnny and Daryl had gone out searching for Sofia on Rick's orders, leaving the rest of the camp to set up and complete their daily chores. Betty had gone in and checked on Carl, only to end up having another argument with Lori and getting both Shane and Rick in to split it up. Betty had been carted outside, not before flipping off Lori to the Greene family's horror.
Betty had gone out in the middle of the fields, secluding herself from the group while she watched Valerie and Shane from afar. They were sitting beneath a tree conversing to themselves, Shane was dressed in a pair of baggy overalls while Valerie clung to him affectionately. She turned her attention away with disgust, instead rising from the fields and making her way over to the campsite.
Carol was washing dishes, her face drawn down into a frown while she kept herself hidden. She jolted with surprise when Betty picked up a dish and started to wash beside her, she glanced up at the younger woman hesitantly and resumed her activities. After an awkward silence, Betty sucked in a breath.
"Look Carol" Betty murmured, she scratched the back of her neck while Carol froze. "Ah ain't exactly been tha most sensitive on tha subject of.." She trailed off and Carol sniffed loudly. "Basically wha' ah wan' ta say is that I'm sorry fer bein' insensitive 'n snappin' at ye" She apologised quickly.
Carol's eyebrows fused together and she sniffed again.
"We'll fin' yer liddol girl" She added, "It's only a matter of time. She ain't stupid"
Carol's eyes welled with tears and Betty stepped away hesitantly.
"Ah know ah run ma mouth buh' ah didn't thank it upset ya tis much" She mumbled warily.
Carol spun around and outstretched her arms. Betty instinctively flinched away and squeezed her eyes shut, she was expecting a hit only to be enveloped in a soft but firm hug. The front of her shirt dampened and she realised that Carol was hugging her tightly and sobbing freely into her shirt. Betty awkwardly freed her arms and placed them around Carol, patting her back shortly whilst staring around for any signs of help.
Luckily, Carol pulled away and struggled to compose herself. She beamed up at Betty and wiped at her eyes frantically.
"Thank you Betty, that mean't a lot" She croaked.
Betty awkwardly smiled, "Any time, ah guess" She muttered.
Fortunately for Betty, Carol kept to herself. Betty had decided it upon herself to keep Carol's mind off of her missing child, she took her around to help the Greene's with their house, even introducing herself to Hershel's two daughters, family friend and the youngest daughter's boyfriend. Betty considered it to be a productive day as she accompanied Carol down to a tree that the group was gathering around.
Down by the tree, there was a bunch of stones packed into a wheel barrow.
"Wha's tis fer?" Betty wondered aloud as she stepped closer to the tree.
"It's for Otis" Rick pitched in.
"'n who is Otis?" Betty asked snootily. She watched as Rick, Shane, Patricia and Jimmy started piling stones into a small ritualistic burial mountain.
"Otis is Patricia's late husband" Hershel explained, "Last night when Shane went to retrieve medical items for Carl, Otis died in the process"
"Oh" Was all Betty could say.
At that moment, Johnny and Daryl retuned, shaking their heads. No luck. Carol dry sobbed before scurrying off towards the RV, Lori in tow. Betty watched them go before her gaze flickered back to Daryl, he was watching her intently, his head cocked to the side while his eyes were clouded with an unknown emotion. Betty nibbled on her lip, her eyes fell to the ground and she avoided his intense gaze.
As the group stood there and paid their respects to a man who sacrificed his life for Carl, Hershel read from an old black bible. Betty could feel Daryl's gaze on her, she cringed beneath it and her eyes remained on the stone mound. She wouldn't be able to avoid it much longer, or the heat pooling in her stomach either.
Later.
Daryl's voice echoed through her head, almost like a chant. She nibbled on her lip further, all too aware that she was fidgeting. She wanted this funeral over, she wanted Hershel to shut up...she wanted Daryl.
Shane stepped forward, his guns tucked into his overall pockets while he placed a stone on top of Otis' burial mound. He spoke hesitantly about the mysterious man's choice, his sacrifice and his plead for Shane to get home. Betty's head cocked to the side while she observed her old friend, his index finger was nabbing at his palm, breaking skin and small blood droplets leaked from the small wound.
She narrowed her eyes, something was definitely wrong here. Shane never did that unless he was nervous. She shook the negative thoughts from her head, Shane couldn't possibly be capable of hurting anyone besides wife-beating Ed. Could he?
She scoffed at the thought and was glad that the funeral ended when it did, otherwise she would of grown more suspicious. Betty took it as her time to leave once Otis' friends and family started to mourn him in a circle.
She strolled back to her tent, figuring that Daryl and Johnny were going to report back to Rick first. She rolled the thought of eating the can of fruit in her head, she certainly could eat after a long day of chores and heat. She licked her lips and hurried the rest of the way, only coming to a stop when her arm was roughly pulled and she was jolted to a stop.
She turned abruptly, finding Daryl staring at her expectantly.
"Daryl, wha' are ye doin'?" She asked in surprise.
"You" He said clearly, a new found confidence surging through him. Both of them were surprised when he captured her lips in a heated embrace. He practically threw his crossbow across their campsite and lifted her into his arms. She wasn't surprised by Daryl's strength, in fact, the fire in her stomach was relishing in the thought of his strength. He carried her to his tent whilst his tongue delved into her mouth and played with her own. He groaned as he slipped inside easily.
He placed her down on his coat urgently, quickly checking outside before zipping the tent shut, while she threw her jeans across his tent. Daryl groaned as he spotted her in black underwear, it should be a curse to look that good in an apocalypse, he thought. Little did he know, Betty was thinking the same thing. Daryl slid his jeans down, allowing them to join Betty's in a discarded pile. Betty assumed he was too impatient to take his shirt off, he lowered himself onto her and immediately pressed his hips against her core. She whimpered beneath him and he pressed his mouth against her jaw, licking a line from her earlobe to her collarbone.
She arched into him, already feeling dizzy from the thought of what was to come. He was incredibly hard against her leg, and Betty could make a fairly educated guess on its length. Now that's something you didn't need school for. She shifted herself against his leg and groaned at the sensation that ran from her core to her stomach.
Daryl's mouth hungrily moved against hers, his own hips grinding down on her and adding more fuel to the fire. His hand impatiently tore at her panties, throwing them over to her jeans while she was left open to him. He pulled away from her lips and stared down at her, almost completely losing himself then.
"Stop starin'" Betty muttered self consciously, she tried to cover herself up with her leg but Daryl was restraining it.
Daryl licked his lips and looked back up at her, his eyes were filled with want.
"I'm gon' taste ye later" He promised heatedly, before his fingers slid into her. Betty's hips buckled upwards and she sighed, her eyes closed while she arched into his touch. His lone finger was creating such fire that she didn't know if she was going to be able to handle what his boxers had to offer.
Daryl curled in a second finger, before relentlessly moving them in and out of her centre. Betty cried out from the touch as he dug deeper, finding a spot her own fingers couldn't reach. While Daryl continued his powerful touch, his other hand roughly pulled her bra off and his mouth latched onto her right breast. He gave as much attention to her breast as he did her core.
Betty was quickly on her way to release, her hips were thrusting upwards while Daryl moved his mouth to her other breast. Daryl switched his fingers to a different angle and Betty came undone beneath him. Her body writhed uncontrollably as her mouth gaped open and no sound came from her. Daryl helped her ride it out, even holding her down as her body tried to get away from his sweet touch.
Once she finished moving, he slid his fingers out and along her slit. She whimpered and watched him suck his fingers into his mouth greedily. She swore she saw everything through a haze of red lust. She dragged Daryl down on her, thrusting her tongue into his mouth while his hips pressed down on her sensitive core. She moaned into his mouth and he adjusted her trembling legs around his waist.
He gave no warning as he slid his boxers to his ankles, instead kissing her hard while he thrusted into her deeply. He swallowed the loud groans that ran through her throat. He gripped her thigh and lifted her leg up on his hip, he pulled back and pushed back down again. She whimpered against his lips, her hands digging into his ass and coaxing him along. When he started to go faster, his hips smacked so hard against her, she couldn't function.
Her head fell back and moans filled his tent, while his mouth claimed the flesh on her neck. He was so deep inside her, it felt as if he was pressing against her stomach. She was growing delirious as his hard thrusts never faltered or stopped.
He slid out and Betty barely registered her whine for him to slide back in. He flipped her over effortlessly, helping her to a stable position where she was on all fours. He then positioned himself behind her, teasing her gently before one arm circled her waist and thrusted back into her. His arm slam her back into him as his hips thrusted forward, the effect was making her almost scream in pleasure.
He brought his other hand into the game, placing his fingers over her centre and finding the exact pressure and pace to match his thrusts. She felt the build of her second orgasm, this one much stronger than the first. Betty was scared that her screams would alert the walkers and the group, so she lower her torso and buried her mouth into Daryl's pillow. Daryl groaned at the change of angle, pushing himself even deeper inside of her than he thought he could go.
Her whole body tightened around him and her thighs spasmed. Daryl swore at how tightly she squeezed him, digging his hands into the soft flesh of her ass. Betty moved her hand beneath her, grabbing Daryl's balls and massaging them firmly. Needing him to release, needing him to feel the pleasure he was creating for her. As soon as her hand touched him, he slammed into her even harder, his hand creating a handprint against her ass.
His face was so twisted in pleasure that he became barely recognisable. Betty clamped down hard on him, he swore and his hands moved to her hips. The last thirty seconds were hard and fast, the noises that pushed past his lips and got caught in his throat as he came made her throb around him. She milked every last drop out of him, before collapsing onto Daryl's cot, and burying her face into his pillow with exhaustion.
She felt the bed shift and Daryl laid down beside her, panting heavily as his hand stroked her back softly. Betty placed her arm over his chest, and turned her head to look at him. His eyes were closed while one fray strand of hair was splayed across his forehead.
Betty's hand darted out and she brushed it aside, her fingers lingering over his face before she moved her hand away. Daryl glanced over at her, a small smile stretched his lips and he nodded at her.
"Amazing" He breathed, and Betty hummed in agreement.
She rolled onto her back and stared up at the tent ceiling, hoping that no one in camp had heard the amount of noise they had created. Thinking about the group, made her think about Shane, as inappropriate as it was at this point.
"Aye Daryl" She mumbled.
"Hmm?" He grunted.
"Jus' wanted ta ask if ye thank sumthin' was up wit Shane" She wondered aloud.
Daryl stared at her seriously, "Are ye kiddin' me? Righ' now yer thankin' 'bout him?" He questioned.
Betty rolled her eyes and looked at him seriously, "C'mon, ye know he was actin' strange at tha funeral" She stated.
Daryl closed his eyes again and grunted. They were silent for a long time, Betty was sure that Daryl had fallen asleep. He turned briefly, making his body face her as he opened his eyes and looked at her.
"Keep away from Shane" He said clearly.
Betty frowned and looked over at him. He flushed briefly and he glanced away, "-'cause ah dun' trust a man who comes home wit 'nother man's gun who he claims sacrificed himself" He clarified.
Betty nodded and she shifted herself so she was closer to Daryl. He smiled briefly.