Title: Mine
Author: Sasusc
Fandom: The Walking Dead
Pairing: Daryl Dixon/Beth Greene
Rating: M
Summary: Written for Sintember 2022, Prompt Day 13 "Possession". Pure smut, PWP. Beth Greene belongs to Daryl and everyone will know it now.
He never had anything before her. Before, he was nothing…and everything he owned could easily be replaced. He learned at an early age not to hold onto things. His father was quick to take anything that had any value, so he learned to do without. He had a brother, but it was more like his brother owned him--dragging him around and pulling him into his troubles. His crossbow was important to him but if it came down to it--if he had to leave it behind--he could still survive. But her? If he lost her, he would lose everything worth living for. He did it once. He lost her. It hurt more than finding his brother dead and turned into a geek. It hurt worse than coming home as a kid to a burning house with his mama still inside. He survived it all somehow. Kept the pain buried, a circular burn mark on the back of his hand the only proof that her death left a scar in his heart.
But she was here now. Not dead. Not a geek nor a ghost to haunt the rest of his days. She was flesh and blood, very much alive under his fingertips. The heat of her blood surging through her veins, the gasping breaths loud against his skin, low moans forming a sweet melody to his ears.
This was her alive, and this was him waking from a deep sleep he hadn't realized he never woke up from when a bullet tore through the precious skin of the woman in his arms.
"Mine," he growled. She was his now, and he wasn't letting her go.
"Yours! All yours! And you're mine." She whispered it straight into his ear and a shiver worked his way down his whole body.
He dunked his head and bit down on the nape of her neck. He surged up around her, caging her between his body and the hard floor. She arched into him, and he couldn't help biting down harder and drawing blood. Her sharp nails dug into his back and pulled on his hair.
He released the flesh and stared into her eyes. They were windows to the soul and they were both exposed to each other. There was lost and guilt, but more than that was love and lust and the knowledge that they would both shatter into a millions pieces if they stayed apart any longer.
"Beth."
Her knees traveled further up his sides, her feet finding his pants loose around his hips and pushing them further down. He had pulled his shirt off ages ago--or it could have been
moments…time had no meaning to him anymore. Her clothes had been tossed away before his shirt had hit the floor. There hadn't been any hesitancy or shyness in her body when she undressed. And he couldn't give a damn anymore what she thought about the scars across his own body. They were long past that. It had burned down in a moonshine shack and angry words…faded to dust when her blood was shed in that hospital hallway. He had been afraid to let his words out in a funeral home, and had been devastated that her death meant she would never hear them from him. But she was here now, the words all but meaningless with their desperation to feel everything the other had to offer.
"Daryl," she moaned.
His cock was freed from its confinement and rested heavy between her legs. Heat pulsed and the shock of their wetness mixing had them both shuddering.
He slid a hand across her throat and tilted her face up for a bruising kiss on her lips. Her legs wrapped around his waist, and they were at just the right angle for him to thrust himself inside her as his tongue invaded her mouth. He sucked her gasp into his mouth.
He wanted to pause…to give her time to adjust to him inside her, but she was already rocking her hips into his, digging her heels into his back and her nails biting into his shoulders. He groaned and followed the pace she set for a while before leaning back and yanking her hands above her head. Their fingers laced and squeezed at each thrust. His eyes locked onto hers, the depth of their feelings shining brightly between them. Everything they haven't said yet was right there.
She arched beneath him, tossing her head as her release exploded inside her. She was beautiful and alive, bursting with brightness. He followed her soon after, his mouth and teeth finding that abused spot on her neck and sinking his teeth down. He heard her cry out again--in pain and pleasure--but he couldn't find the strength to stop. This was his mark on her pale skin. She was his now and forever. He licked at it, catching the coppery taste of her blood on his tongue. He wanted to tell her sorry but they both would know it was a lie so he didn't.
"Daryl," she sighed into her hair. He kissed his way up her neck and took some of his weight off of her. She stroked his head, her feather light touch leaving tingles across his body.
He was never one for sex. Merle would pressure him into taking a girl behind the bar or taking one back to a motel. He usually managed to get it up and get off, but he had never been ready to go another round with a girl--until now. Until Beth.
He rolled them over, a hand gripping her thigh to keep himself buried deep in her. He was already getting hard again, and he pushed her back to sit astride his lap. Her hands rested against his chest, wiggling as she situated herself better on top of him. His hands tightened on her hips and held her still as thrusted slowly deeper inside of her. She gasped and scratched her fingernails into his abs. She started riding him and he met her thrust for thrust, his feet flat
against the floor. Her moans filled the air. He reached for a breast and pinched her rose colored nipple. She lost her rhythm but he didn't mind as he surged up to take it into his mouth. She fell back on his raised knees, arching to keep his lips around her breast. Her hair tickled his bare feet and he never knew how sensitive the top of his feet were until now. He wished he had taken the time earlier to fully undress so all of him could feel all of her.
He sucked and nibbled at her breasts and nipples. Eventually he spread his knees and lowered her to the floor between them. She made quite a sight spread open across his thighs with his cock buried in her--her hips slightly raised, shoulders against the floor, and her blond hair in a tangled mess around her. He wanted to remember this sight forever. She reached for him, tugging him gently down and undulating against him.
He sighed into her mouth before kissing her. This was unlike anything he had ever done before. This was more than sex. This was lovemaking. They kept their movements slow and steady, letting their second oragasm build up before he sped up and they found their release together.
He rolled them to their side, gathering her into his arms as they caught their breaths. She drew lazy patterns on his chest and if he was a cat, he would be purring.
This woman was his. He was never letting Beth Greene out of his sight again.