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Beth woke up the next morning and could tell it was still early. The sun was just starting to rise, with it's warm colours spreading through the sky. The day before, they had gotten supplies for their rooms, some bedding and pillows, and some larger blankets to use as privacy screens on the doors. It didn't block out all the light, as she could tell it was morning, but it gave them some privacy for changing and sleeping in.

The day before was tiring as Hershel brought them around the area. He was an older man and didn't move as fast. Beth felt bad that her dad had to be the one that showed them around, instead of Rick who seemed to be the leader of this group. Hershel only laughed and told her that it kept him in good health to do the walking and he was going to rest afterward in his cell.

They were shown the bathrooms and shower and the attempted schedule they had. The toilets worked and the showers only produced lukewarm water but it was better than nothing. He showed them the guard towers and took them around the perimeter of the yard, showing them where everything was located.

Once Rick came to talk to them, they found it easy to find everyone jobs. Andrea had spoken up about them already and Rick was using her word to trust them. He put the boys on guard duty a couple days a week on their own, citing they could handle it. When groups went on runs, they had someone below, near the gate and someone in the tower. With another few people, it would make things easier.

Beth was put on cooking and cleaning duty and she really didn't mind. Daryl enjoyed the solitude while Beth liked being around people, getting to know them. Her family was happy here, as was Andrea, and she was willing to give these people a shot.

Lori and Andrea seemed to have something between them and Beth was beginning to piece together the puzzle. Shane and Rick worked together and were best friends and Andrea mentioned that Shane was angry about the wife going back to her husband. It was still unclear to Beth what that meant, but maybe she would figure it out.

Rick wasn't sure about letting the four of them into their cell block, even though there was certainly room. He wanted to protect his family and Beth was okay with that. She was with her family, and to be honest, she liked the privacy that she had now with Daryl. True, it was only a blanket that blocked them from Michonne and Merle, but two people were better than twelve.

They had to help out on fence duty the day before as there was some build up on one of the fences. They were told that too much pressure and these fences would be pushed down. They put the roamers down pretty quickly, but they were tired and sore afterwards. By the time Beth got their beds made up, they were just exhausted and fell right asleep. Now, in the early morning, Beth was itching for that alone time that she and Daryl had spoken of too many times.

She wasn't sure if he needed to be somewhere that morning, or if he had the time to laze around with her. At this point, she just needed something and waking him up was her first priority.

Beth turned over in his arms, so she could face him. He look so young and carefree is his sleep, and she loved just seeing him like this. It made her miss those simpler days of the two of them, sleeping in hotel rooms and driving around in his truck. She would give anything to get back to those days.

She pushed some hair out of his face, mentally noting that she would cut his hair in the next week or so. She missed seeing his blue eyes. They told her so much more than the words that came out of his mouth. He was a quiet man, but he could speak volumes to her with just one look. She caressed his face, sliding her finger down his cheek, noticing the stubble that led to the thicker facial hair along his chin. She always thought she was attracted to clean cut guys but that changed with Daryl. It was his ruggedness and roughness that turned her on.

Realizing, they were alone and on a time limit, she needed to move things along. He barely moved from her caresses, but she figured she was just touching the wrong area. There wasn't a lot of space between them but she managed to squeeze her arm between their two bodies and touch his member.

He still wore jeans to bed, not fully trusting this place yet while she opted to get back to just wearing his flannel shirt and panties. It would take some extra work but she unzipped his jeans and tried to get the button undone with one hand. Finally getting it unclasped, she moved her hand inside, pushing down his boxers and touched his heated skin.

It was disheartening to feel that he wasn't very erect yet but with a few awkward passes over the head and shaft, she could feel him start to harden. The angle she had her hand inside his pants, and their closeness, also caused her wrist to slide up against her own heat, and she could start to feel a dampness coating her underwear.

She moved lower, wanting to cup his balls gently and and she could feel his body start to move around. His hips thrusted up towards her body, almost begging her to keep going. His hand that laid across her hip was tightening on her skin, which sent a shock of pleasure through her. They had only had sex once and it was gentle and perfect for her first time. This time around, she could already feel something more passionate stirring between them, and the slight pain from his grasp was a welcomed domination. Any power he exerted over her was an act of pure trust between them.

She nuzzled her head into his neck and collarbone, kissing the skin that wasn't covered by his shirt. His breathing started to pick up and she could tell he was coming out of his sleep. He released the grip on her hip and brought his hand to cup her head, and bring their lips together. It was hard and fast, his tongue immediately seeking hers. She lost herself in the kiss and stopped pumping his now erect shaft. He had taken over this moment and she was going to let him.

Her hand got pulled away from between them, and he pushed her underneath so he could tower over her body. They continued to kiss as he starting grinding down onto her hips, creating a delicious friction between the two. She let out a moan into his mouth as he hit this one spot, right on her pubic bone that sent a jolt of electricity through her.

His lips moved down to her neck, sucking on the pulse point that drove her mad. She bit her lip to keep from moaning out, knowing that there was two other people within earshot of them. Her hands found purchase in his hair and neck, as he continued to move lower down to her collarbone. His hands were now undoing the few buttons she had done up before bed, and allowing the flannel to rest open on their bed. He kissed and caressed each breast, rolling a nipple with one hand, and sucking on the other. Beth tried to keep her moans to a minimum but when he bit down on one of her breasts, she couldn't help but let a squeak out.

He came back up, right beside her ear and bit on the lobe. "Better stay quiet or I'm not gonna continue," he rasped out. Her breathing hitched as he continued to kiss and suck on her neck and his hands moved down to remove her panties. Once they were pushed past her knees, he cupped her mound, feeling the wetness that had accumulated down there.

He teased her clit with two fingers, alternating between rubbing and tight circles. Her body moved along, wanting to feel the release it so desperately needed. He moved along her slit, to her opening to feel her juices coating all of her folds. He pressed one finger into her core, feeling she was still tight. He rocked his hand, pumping his finger in and out of her, while rubbing up against her clit. Once she was writhing beneath him, he added another finger, getting her ready to accept him into her body again.

She turned her head to muffle the sounds she knew were going to escape into the pillow beside her. She gripped his hair in one hand and the pillow in the other, ready to lose herself. Then he backed off, his body leaving her completely. She felt the coldness creep along her body and she turned back to see what he was doing. He had ripped off his shirt, pushed his pants off his legs and was currently ripping open the condom wrapper and sheathing himself with the latex. His speed shocked her but they were both desperate for this connection.

She pushed her panties off and sat up to remove the flannel off her arms. He pushed her back down and covered her body, kissing every inch of skin his lips could touch. He pulled her leg around his waist and directed his hard cock into her center, relishing in how good she felt surrounding him. It was tender but Beth barely felt any pain. He gave her a minute to accustom herself to his size and slowly started to pump in and out of her.

She grasped his biceps, digging her fingertips into his skin from the pleasure she felt shock her. She was already on edge from him fingering her, she hoped it wouldn't take long for her orgasm to hit her. His thrusts became harder, pushing to the very brink to bottom out in her. They both tried to keep quiet, by muffling their moans and sobs into each other. She could feel the tightening in her abdomen, and knew that she was close again. Her other leg hitched around him and she pulled him close, wanting to gain some extra friction between them. Her breaths were coming out in pants and his thrusts were starting to become erratic.

She could feel it starting to bubble up and with one final thrust, she was biting into his shoulder, moaning about how good it was. She could feel herself tighten around him and soon, he was pushing into her a last time before his body stiffened and he slumped over her. They both were out of breath as they came down from their orgasmic highs. His hair was sweaty and sticking to his forehead. She pushed it out of his face and kissed him several times on the lips.

He moved off of her and to his side, where he covered them both back up with the blanket. She snuggled up close, enjoying this down time and quietness.

"Can we do that again?" she giggled into his chest. He smirked as he was still getting control of his breathing.

"Gotta go out huntin' with Merle this morning," he replied, staring at the top of the bunk.

"Well as long as it isn't weeks again, I'll be happy." He pulled her close and kissed her forehead. They were able to remain quiet for a few minutes longer, till they heard Merle get up and start moving around. Daryl sighed and let go of Beth so he could get dressed for the day. He kissed her goodbye and left their cell.

Beth busied herself that afternoon by familiarizing herself with everything in the prison. She knew how many steps, both running and walking, it would take to get from the doors of both blocks to the gates. Maggie watched her, perplexed by the behavior, but never said a word to her. She had muttered to Glenn that she had no idea who that girl was, or what else to say to her.

Rick and Lori had made it a point to stop and talk to her. They both were very interested in her time spent with Shane. Beth had told them only what they needed to know, that he manipulated all of them, including Andrea, to get the Dixons brothers to help him get to Ft. Benning. She mentioned the scuffle that was what had resulted in his death, but left out the part that she was the one that had killed him. Lori didn't seem shocked as she held her cheek as Beth explained Andrea's abuse. Rick's forceful glare spoke volumes. She could see the anger radiating off of him and it reminded her a lot of Shane.

She would make it a point to talk to Daryl about Rick as soon as he got back.

As she wandered through the courtyard she got to meet a few of the others she had heard about the day before. T-Dogg and Carol were headed to guard duty and ended up being quite late after striking up a pleasant conversation with Beth. The three seemed to hit off a natural rapport and Beth didn't find anything alarming about the two. She felt like she could trust them so she'd make sure to keep it that way. Meaning, she would tell Merle to keep his semi-racist, sexist mouth shut around them. Beth had a chance to observe Carl and Sophia pulling weeds in what would soon be a garden and noticed how the two seemed almost carefree. It reminded her of years before, watching Maggie and Shawn do the same thing; laughing as they threw dirt at each other. When she felt the burning of tears in her eyes she turned and quickly headed back to their block to shower and clear her head. She hoped Daryl would be home soon.

Home. Beth couldn't help but laugh. Home should be where family was and so far that day, she had spoken not a word to them. Real home was outside those fences, hunting meat to provide for these strangers.

Beth walked into the empty showers in the block and quickly undressed. She turned on the water, feeling the lukewarm liquid flow over her skin. It wasn't as warm as she would have liked but she wasn't about to complain about the chance to rid her body of the dirt and grime of the last few days.

She was so engrossed in the euphoric feeling of a simple shower, that she didn't hear him come in. She didn't hear his boots fall to the floor or his jeans as they were tossed aside. She only realized what she had missed when she turned to see him watching her, his skin matted with dried blood and a trail of clothing leading from the door to him.

"Hey. You ok?" Her eyes scanned his body slowly, looking for a sign of any wounds or bruising. He nodded

"Found a buck. Had to field dress it." Beth scrunched her nose up at him and raised her hand.

"Come on, let's get you cleaned up then."

He smirked and took her hand. She pulled him under the spray of water and watched his eyes close as she ran her hands down his arms and chest. They didn't have any soap in their shower, so she made best with her hands and the water, getting him as clean as she could. She also couldn't help but let her hands slip lower and lower with each pass on his chest.

He was already hard, that much was obvious with their close proximity. Rising up on her toes, she gave him a quick kiss before turning him around to face away from her; allowing her the chance to give his back the same treatment she had given his chest. Once she could see the water run clear in the sparse light in the shower stall, she wrapped her hands around his waist and reached down. Her small hand could just barely wrap around his girth and she could feel the heat spread between her legs.

"Were serious about that 'weeks' comment, huh?"

"Damn right I was." She growled back into his ear. He turned quickly and lifted her up, surprising her and throwing her balance off. Thankfully, he was prepared as he lifted her up and put her back against the wall and her thighs over his shoulders. "What are you-" The question didn't need finishing. She felt his tongue sweep across her lips and a shudder rocked her body. Her hips involuntarily shifted off the shower wall so she was rocking against him. She was amazed that he seemed to know every single spot that would send endless waves of pleasure shooting through her body like lightning but not fully sending her spiralling into the abyss.

She wasn't sure when her hands had taken up residence in his hair, pulling and pushing him where she so desperately wanted, until he reached up and freed himself from her grasp.

"Time to get down now, Mrs. Dixon." Beth felt a jolt similar to the first orgasm he'd ever given her coarse through her body with those words. She let go and allowed him to put her back down on the floor.

"Don't have a condom," she mumbled, amazed that she still had use of her mouth.

"Don't need one," he responded as he turned her around, her back flush against his chest, as he ran his hands down her stomach and back to her folds. She was confused by his actions and could feel him between her legs, thrusting between her but never entering her. She felt the tension build in her as his movements quickened. He supported her as she cried out, her body shaking in his grasp, and doubled over from the immense pleasure. She could still feel him thrusting between her legs until he pulled himself away and groaned. She turned in time to see him grasp himself and expel his seed down the shower drain.

Beth caught her breath and looked back up at Daryl.

"I never thought not having sex could be just as fun." She said with a smirk. He mimicked her smirk and shut off the now cold water.

"Never said I was done with ya." He gave her a wink before drying off and dressing. She followed on wobbly legs back to the cell they had claimed.

True to his word, he wasn't done with her. Not by a long shot; she'd be sore in the morning.


Every chapter that we write, I always ask Brandy, can we add some sex in here, or something. She finally said yes! LOL. We both want it, but she's smarter on when it's appropriate than me.

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A few people have asked, so i'll answer here. Lori will NOT be pregnant. That would just be way too weird to have two pregnant women, possibly by the same man. There will be tension between the two ladies. but Lori is with Rick now and that will remain until we deem it necessary to change that.

Also, some not so happy news. Brandy and I have gotten busier and life is getting in the way so we've decided to scale back our updates. So instead of two updates a week, it will only be once a week, on Fridays. We want to write more and have a few chapters written up so we're not scrambling at the last minute, which has almost happened a couple times. Once we feel more comfortable in where the story is at, we may increase the updates. We're not giving up on this story, we care about it too much, we just need more time in between now. That's why there was a lot of smut this chapter, to butter you guys up!