Beth *POV*

Daryl and I have finally saved enough money to live together. He goes to work every morning at 6:00am and comes home around 5:00pm. It's four and I'm currently out shopping with Maggie and Carol.

"Think Daryl would like this?" I ask holding up a super scandalous netted top that only has small patted squares covering my pussy and tits.

"Daryl, yes. Daddy, not so much." Maggie says and laughs.

"What about this?" Carol says from a few aisles down.

I look to see she's holding a simple silk pajama set. The shorts look like they provide as little amount of coverage as possible. The shirt has lace around the edges and is a tank top. Both pieces of clothing are so thin they're practically see through.

"Yes." Maggie and I say at the same time. We check out, laughing.

Daryl's *POV*

"Little brother!" I hear Merle call my name from the other side of the garage.

"What'd you want?" I say walking over to him. He rolls out from under an old Volvo.

"Hand me that wrench." He says, he's shouting over the country music playing loudly.

I wipe the grease from my hands with an old rag and give the wrench to my brother. I stand there for a minute, waiting to see if there was anything else I could assist him with. Nothing.

After another hour, it's finally time for me to go home. I can't wait to see Beth.

"In such a hurry?" Merle says to me as I swing my backpack over my shoulder.

"Yeah."

"For what?" He knows very well what, but he's a bastard and wants to screw with me.

"Beth." I say quietly and shortly.

"You two hooking up tonight? Wouldn't be the first time. I heard y'all the few nights she stayed at our old place! 'Oh Daryl!' Oh Beth!'" He moans.

"Shut the hell up." I say and hop on my motorcycle starting back towards our house.

Beth and I managed to score a cabin a little ways out in the woods. It's actually very beautiful.

There's a back deck that Beth decorated with rugs and wall hangings and different chairs and shit. The kitchen is small, but at the same time the perfect size. The living room runs off the kitchen in a small hallway. There's two small matching brown sofas and a TV stand. A glass coffee table sits right in between the TV and couch's.

Then following the hallway, you get to the small crammed bathroom and two bedrooms. The master bedroom is where Bath and I sleep. There are two dressers and our huge queen size bed. The second bedroom Beth uses for an office. She makes homemade jewelery and sells it online. She makes a good amount of money doing it too.

As I pull into the shed to put my motorcycle away for the night, I hear Beth call my name from what sounds like the back porch. I jog through the house. She's sitting in one of the chairs, reading a book.

"Hey baby." I say.

Beth *POV*

"Hey baby." He says in that husky voice I love so much.

"Hey." I say back.

"Did you call me?" He asks, taping the rim of the back door with his finger tips patiently.

"Yeah, but you smell horribly of grease and rust. Take a shower, it can wait." I say, making both of us laugh.

After about 10 minutes, Daryl comes onto the back porch, his hair combed and cleaned. He's wearing a rebel flag t-shirt and jeans. He walks over to me, a sly smile on his face. He picks me up easily and twists me around. I laugh in his arms.

"What'd you need?" He whisperers into my hair.

I inhale his sent. He smells great, like rain and toothpaste. "Can you cook dinner tonight?" I whisper into his chest once he puts me down.

He sighs dramatically, "Yeah, I guess. But you're cooking is much better than mine."

"Thanks baby."

Daryl of course made pizza. He forgot a few things, like he had to oil the pan before he put the pizza in the oven. The bottom of the poorly made pizza was a crisp brown.

"Maybe we should order out." He says looking at the ground.

"Good call." I say.

We're sitting on the couch, my feet in his lap ankles crossed. His feet up on the coffee table. "What do you want?" I ask, I scroll through the many restaurants in Atlanta, only twenty minutes away from here.

"Not Chinese." He says.

"What about Mexican?"

"No."

"How about Indian?"

"Hard pass." He says sarcastically.

"How about Country Barbeque?" I ask.

I know it's Daryl's favorite place. He took me there on a few of our dates. It's basically a diner, except you just order your food and go, you can't stay.

"Yes." He says without hesitation.

"Okay, let's go." I smack the inside of his leg making a smile spread across his face.

In the truck we mostly just listen to music. We talk about a few things, like my parents and Merle. We talk about work and a few sells I got on some new jewelery. Country Barbeque is on the outside of Atlanta, so it only takes about 10 minutes to get there.

Daryl orders pizza.

We get gas before we go home and I go into the station to pay. The cash register guy is young. Mid twenties like Daryl and I. He looks at me. He looks at my tits he looks at me. I look out of the corner of my eye at Daryl who's rushing into the store, obviously seeing what happened.

"Hey baby!" He says, enthusiastic. He plants a huge kiss on my lips. I love it but am also embarrassed because the employee just stares at me, holding my credit card out over the machine. "Could you not check out my girlfriend's tits?" He snaps.

The cashier says a short sorry as his face goes red. He hands me back my card. Daryl and I leave the store, laughing. Daryl's done that a few times before. Because he had too, of course.

After we get home, Daryl and I eat pizza while watching a movie. after I finish my second price I put the box on the table and lean into Daryl. I lay my head in his lap and watch the movie contently.

Daryl's *POV*

After dinner Beth puts her head in my lap and I twist her hair while watching the movie. It's about this guy who gets to keep track of this kid because he cracked a government secret code or some shit. 29 minutes or so before the movie ends, Beth and I look at each other.

She gets a 'come get me' smile. I smile back with a 'hell yeah' look.

She sits up in my lap and I wrap my arms around her, holding her close. She puts her forearms around my neck and french kisses me. I love the way Beth french kisses me. She knows exactly where and when to put and use her tongue. As she leaned away she licked the tip of my nose in a teasing manner.

I felt blood rush to my dick.

Beth then takes off her t-shirt and I feel myself get hard. Not completely though, I've seen more of Beth than her doctor for god's sake. I know how and when to get hard around her.

She reaches her hands under my t-shirt and pulls up, her cool fingers running along my back and hips, giving me shivers. Once both shirts are off I reach to her bra clasp as she reaches to my belt buckle. Just then the door bell rang.

"I'll get it." I say sadly, not wanting what we were starting to end. I peak out the curtains to see Carl and Sofia. I open the door. Carl and Sofia look at me with small smiles on their faces when they see my shirt off and my belt half undone.

"Hope we're not interrupting." Carl says, pressing down a laugh.

"What do you want, make it quick." I say.

"Rick wanted to know if you are going to church tomorrow. He also wanted to know why you don't answer your phone." Sofia says knowingly.

"I don't know how to work a damn phone! And yeah we'll be there. Okay bye now." I close the door. Running back to Beth on the couch.

"Who was it?"

"Carl and Sofia. Wanted to know if we were going to church tomorrow. Told 'em yeah."

I sat back down. Her bra was half way off and it made me even harder. As I slowly leaned into her, she shoved me down on the couch.

"We're doing it different tonight." She breaths on my chest, "I'm on top."

She licks her way down my stomach, what I usually do to her. Once she gets to my belt she finishes what she started before Carl and Sofia showed up and pulls my pants down. As she does this with her hands, with her feet she kicks off her gray sweatpants.

I feel my dick meet the cool air as I finally get a look at her tits. It's like the millionth time I've seen them, but I can't get over how beautiful they are.

They're about six inches outward and her nipples are bigger than average. They cover most of her breast. The pink skin around it reminds me of raspberries and it's tempting to just reach down and stick my face between them but I don't because she's rubbing my dick with the tip of her right nipple.

I let a moan of pleasure escape my lips as a smile spreads across her face. A smile of accomplishment. She moves down a little more and puts her mouth around my boner. She moves her tongue around the tip of my cock and finishes with a final suck. A louder moan escapes me as she flies upward and puts her tits right on my face.

I move my hands up her back and put one breast in my mouth. Now it's her turn to moan. After a few minutes she stands, so do I. We move, french kissing all the way to our bedroom.

A/N - Okay, so we all know it was fate, that everyone met. But if the world hadn't gone to the dead, would they still have met? Would they still end up like the family from shameless? Comment 'No zombie family' if this story's for you.