Disclaimer: I do not own The Walking Dead comic book or TV series, nor do I own the characters...I wish I did, but I don't!

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.


After Rick's revelation, Betty had tried to get the thought of out of her mind. She was going to do anything to keep it out, that anything was Daryl Dixon. It had started with flirty stares across the fire, before Daryl had her pushed up against the bar and made her forget her own damn name. She couldn't get enough of him, throughout the week he had her begging him for more. Betty's cheeks were coated in red as she thought about them, Daryl certainly made her feel like a woman.

"Betty!"

Betty jumped with surprise and she looked at Rick over the hood of the wagon. His eyes were trained on her expectantly, Andre and Shane on either side of him with curious looks. She felt her cheeks grow hotter and she chewed on her lip.

"Yeah?" She asked hesitantly.

"You and Daryl are going out on this section" Rick pointed towards an uncharted territory and looked back up at her. "You okay with that?" He asked. She could tell he was concerned, this was the first time he was talking to her since their last encounter.

She nodded mutely, turning her attention to the pick axe leaning against her leg. She shouldered it and followed Daryl who was already halfway to the fringe of trees. He slowed down for her, letting her join his side before restarting his fast pace. She glanced at him, surprised to find a frown crushing his eyebrows together.

"Ye alrigh'?" She asked, tilting her head to the side curiously.

Daryl glanced over at her, his eyes softening briefly. "Ye talked ta Shane lately?" He asked, his tone was almost bitter.

"Naw"

"Well he was lookin' at cha funny." Daryl remarked, he turned his attention back to the woods ahead of him.

"Ah ain't talked ta him or Valerie." She retorted.

Daryl grunted, satisfied with her comment. He couldn't help the frustration that had bubbled in his stomach, nor could he contain the anger he felt when he saw Shane staring at Betty. He knew it wasn't romantic, but that didn't stop his stomach churning irritably.

They kept walking through the woods, only talking when Daryl passed her his crossbow and let her shoot down a few squirrels. He kept himself in the front, keeping guard of her even when she was fully capable of taking care of herself. He stopped suddenly when a house came into view, sending Betty straight into his back.

"Ouch!" She complained, rubbing her face tenderly.

Daryl rolled his eyes at her and raised his crossbow, he stepped towards the house cautiously with Betty right by his side. He took his time entering the house, checking the front area and rechecking it again. They kept their movements quiet and their voices low.

Betty sauntered past Daryl, taking her position in the front room and rummaging through the left over objects in the room. Daryl went upstairs and checked through all the bedrooms, only finding a nearly empty packet of condoms and a toothbrush. He pocketed the two items and came downstairs, checking on Betty. His eyebrows flew up when he found her bent over, flicking her way through an old stack of books.

His eyes roamed towards her legs and upwards. She was wearing his favourite pair of small denim shorts, they rode up her legs and emphasised one of Daryl's favourite parts of her body; her ass. He licked his lips and moved into the front room, quickly checking outside the windows and then closing the doors.

"Wha' tha hell are ye doin'?" Betty laughed whilst watched Daryl race around the room. He looked at her quickly and she frowned, sobering up at his serious look. "Wha's yer problem?" She asked more seriously.

Daryl stormed up to her and grabbed her hips, his hands dug into her skin.

"These are ma problem" He drawled, his fingers flicked over her waist band.

A smirk crossed over Betty's features and she pulled away from Daryl's grasp. She took off to the other side of the room and faced him, she unbuttoned the top of her shorts and then unzipped them but she didn't remove them.

"Wha', these?" She asked incredulously.

She shook her hips, sliding the shorts down painfully slow. Daryl watched with baited breath while the shorts slid down her legs inch by inch. He had already hardened in his pants when they slipped off her calf and she discarded them on the ground.

"Got a problem now?" She asked cheekily.

Daryl nodded mutely, his eyes glued on her. Betty grinned and she pulled at her small underwear, raising her eyebrow at Daryl questionably. He nodded again, and she almost snickered at his raised eyebrows.

"Ye should learn ta deal wit yer own problems" She said softly. She raised her hand and beckoned Daryl forward.

He stormed up to her, taking a firm grab of her rear and pulling her flush against him. She could feel his hot breath on her cheek and she squirmed in his hold, heat already pooling in her stomach. He grabbed the waistband of her panties and stared at her, seeing a small hint of challenge in her eyes.

"Ye man 'nuff?" She questioned quietly.

Daryl grunted and ripped them down her legs, throwing them across the room while pulling her to the other side of the room. His legs hit the back of something solid and he went crashing down onto an aged sofa. He pulled her down on him, forcing her to straddle him while he released himself from his pants with relief. He went to attack her neck with his lips but she stopped him abruptly, grabbed his shaft and tugged on it firmly.

He groaned and his head fell back, his hips involuntarily thrusting up.

"Tis gotta be quick, Ricks expectin' us back soon" Betty murmured, she lent down and captured Daryl's lips while her hands continued their delicious strokes. He was already panting with want when she lowered herself onto him, sliding him in slowly so she could feel every inch of him.

He gripped her hips tightly, slamming her down the rest of the way. She covered her mouth to contain the loud moan, squeezing her eyes shut as Daryl controlled the pace of both of them. She rocked her hips against his and his thrusted upwards, her lips finding his while her tongue massaged his own. He groaned into her mouth once he felt her contract around him, and he sped his pace up.

Daryl started to relentlessly moved his hips up and down, digging his hands into the flesh of her hips while she her moans started to increase in volume. She broke the kiss and her head fell back, her eyes fluttering shut almost rolling back into her head.

Daryl finally got his lips on her neck, sucking the skin into his mouth and nibbling at the flesh. He could tell she was close as her chest start to raise and fall fast. One of his hands skimmed down her naval, rubbing at her exposed nub of nerves and bringing her to an explosive orgasm.

She saw stars as Daryl rode it out with her, finding his own release only seconds later. She clenched all around him, milking every last drop from him as he thrusted roughly into her. The sofa gave out and the pair sunk deeper and deeper into the cushions.

The pair barely noticed, they were panting heavily, sweat slick on their bodies as they clung tightly to one another. After a short time, Betty pulled herself off him, wiping at her brow while she scrambled over to her discarded clothing and pulled it on quickly. She started to snicker before she outright laughed.

"Wha' are ye laughin' 'bout?" Daryl asked, suddenly concerned for her sanity.

Betty gestured to the sofa, "We broke a sofa " She laughed.

Daryl tucked himself into his pants and glanced down at the sofa, "'n we probably alerted all tha dang walkers 'round 'ere, naw thanks ta ya" He added teasingly, he glanced over at her and she crossed her arms, an unimpressed look on her face.

"Ah recall ye bein' jus' as loud as me" She grumbled.

She brushed past him, making sure to give him a good view of her ass as she left. He followed after her, grunting in enjoyment and ignoring the wide smirk that crossed her lips. They moved into the kitchen area, surveying the last room of the entire house.

Betty opened the pantry door, her eyes widened when she realised there was a blanket and a open tin of food there. She glanced back at Daryl who was sharing the same thought as her; Sofia.

#

They had searched a couple more hours for Sofia, coming up with nothing but the small hiding space in the abandoned house. Although it wasn't much, it had put the camp in higher spirits and given Carol some relief. She had smiled for once, praising her daughter for being smart enough to choose an abandoned house.

While the majority had been away searching for Sofia, the woman of camp, excluding Andrea and Betty, had decided to set up a dinner. Maggie had invited them in and they served up a large meal, setting up their tables for the group to sit at.

Daryl had disappeared into Carol's RV when Betty eventually trailed up to the house. She took a seat at the far end of the table, avoiding sitting anywhere near Valerie or Shane. As Lori was serving her plate up for her, she took time to sneak a glance at Valerie. She was surprised to find that there was still severe bruising on her cheek. A smugness surged through her and she gave Lori a bright smile.

"Thanks!" She said cheerfully as Lori set her plate down for her.

Lori glanced between her and Valerie, her own sneaky smile flashing across her face. She nodded at Betty and sat down beside Rick.

The group was immersed in silence until Daryl and Carol entered the room. Daryl sat beside Betty while Carol sat across from them, and they were happy to see that Carol was still smiling.

"Maggie tells me you all found something today" Hershel said, he glanced around the table.

"Yes, Daryl and Liz found a hiding space in an abandoned house. We figured it was where Sofia had been" Rick said cheerfully.

"How can you be so sure?" Hershel asked. His eyes stopped on Daryl and Betty protectively touched his leg beneath the table.

"Because it could only accommodate someone of Sofia or Carl's size" Carol pitched in defensively.

Hershel sat back in his chair, regarding Daryl with an uncertain look. Betty felt him tense and she rubbed his leg in comfort. Hershel shrugged and glanced around the table, peering at each member.

"Well thank God" He praised, "At least theres some good news"

The awkward silence that had overtaken the room relaxed, the group went off into separate conversation while Betty and Daryl kept quiet.

Betty's fingers danced up his leg, until it was scraping along the inside of his thigh. She felt him tense under her touch, his arm was frozen, leaving his fork dangling from his hand while he gave her the side eye of the century.

She ate her dinner like nothing was happening, smiling to herself while her hand unzipped his pants and released him. He shifted his chair, bringing it closer to her and hiding her hand from sight. To anyone at the table it would look like Betty's hand was resting on her lap while she ate.

She stroked him slowly beneath the table, enjoying every minute of his struggle to contain the pleasure running through him. He brought his elbows onto the table and consumed his concentration with trying to eat anything off his plate. His hips started to rise with each long stroke she took, his eyes closed and he grunted quietly. Betty lent close to him, smirking to herself.

"Does tha' feel good Daryl?" She breathed.

Daryl hissed and she increased her pace, sending him slamming back into his chair. He chewed on his lip, his hands clenched into fists while his face was contorted with conflict. He was gaining some attention from a few members around the table, each one of them regarding him with confusion.

"Is he alright?" Betty heard Lori whisper to Rick, the pair of them staring at Daryl's odd behaviour.

Betty squeezed him beneath the table and he straightened up.

"Ooomph!" He grunted.

Her strokes were firm and fast, she could feel his body tensing at his oncoming release. She studied his face carefully, watching every ounce of restriction it took for him to hide any pleasure he was feeling. His neck was strained, his jaw clenched and his eyes were squeezing shut and opening wide.

He had gained everyones attention now, and for the finale, Betty twisted her hand and Daryl's balls clenched. Daryl lent forward and spluttered loudly, his coughs were to hide the groans he wanted to release.

Betty felt him coat her hand and she rode him out with fast strokes.

"Are you alright Daryl?" Carol asked with concern.

Betty grinned, the hand she had on the table awkwardly patted his back. "Yeah Daryl, are ye alrigh'?" She taunted.