Another side chapter before... well... sin, really.
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Shane Walsh.
Beth cocks her head to the side as she considers him before her. He's ripped with muscles, biceps bulging with nearly the same width as Daryl's. What she doesn't like about Shane, is how he makes her feel when he looks at her. Something ugly and heavy, worming through her gut. Daryl didn't make her feel like that and neither did Rick.
They made her feel vicious, hot excitement. They made her feel alive and she's all about feeling lately, it's her whole gig. If Shane isn't gonna make her feel good with his eyes then he sure as shit isn't gonna make her feel good plunging between her legs. She considered it. He's attractive from the side, from an angle.
That's it though.
It stops from there because his smile is evil and his eyes more lost than her soul. There's a churning vortex of something completely malevolent in Shane and she's dealing with enough demons, she doesn't need his. He's too wrapped up in his Lori issues to spare her a glance anyways.
Turning her face away from Shane, she seeks out the milling bodies of the farm. Glenn is talking to Maggie and Beth notices the way her sister flushes, smiles shyly. There's attraction there, genuine sweet attraction of which Beth has no business having. She's made for darker things. Skipping past Glenn, she finds him hunched down by his bike, hands dirty.
Daryl Dixon.
There's something wild in Daryl she didn't pull out of him as easily as his cum, something she tapped on but didn't quite uncover completely. There's so much more in him, so much more havoc they could create together but he needs time and patience and Beth doesn't have that.
He could be great one day, at pleasing a woman; at letting the beast come forth and claim what's his, the due he's earned. In a world of monsters Daryl Dixon is gonna be the last one standing, a man among the beasts but today is not that day. There's more things in store for him, more horrors.
She's confused and lost in this hunt, seeking out people just from the raw auras forming around them. She looks for the spark and Daryl has it plenty but it's buried a little deeper than she wants to dig. Some other auras over shadow him, even on this big stretch of land.
Rick Grimes.
Beth has to press her legs together just looking at him and if that doesn't promise her everything she's craving she don't know what does. He's looking over the map they not long gathered around as a group, sourcing out new spots to hit for supplies. Her Daddy wants them gone soon, as soon as Carl's healed.
She can't help agree, all this breathless weight they bring to her life is too complicated for the haze of numbness she protects herself with. Looking at their slapped together family makes her want her own family back, makes her throat clog with tears she doesn't want to shed, that she's so sick of shedding.
Crying herself sick for days upon days, the agony fresh and raw every damn time. She's had it with that. The only crying she wants to do is a lot less wholesome. She takes a step in his direction but then Lori turns up at his side and she suddenly feels like she's been shifted into Shane's body, her eyes flicking to him as he watches the woman he loves kiss her husband.
The man she chooses over him every single day.
Now Rick is choosing his play pretend family over what she and him both want, over what they can find in each other. He grins at Carl walking towards him and Lori weakly before he sifts his fingers through his wife's loose, brunette hair following the show with a kiss to her forehead in the sun.
They're a picture perfect family.
Except when she glances from Shane's raised brow back to Rick with her head tilted, Rick's looking straight at her. There's a beat and the pause is breathless. Four people tangled up in a fucked up web in a fucked up world.
It feels as if the air has been sucked from her body, from the Earth and the silence is deafening in the absence of Rick's amused chuckle for his son. Beth doesn't look away but Rick does and his eyes find his wife again.
The only problem, is she's looking at his best friend.