Days had already passed, since that one, special evening on the roof top. Since Daryl had cried in Beth's arms almost one hour long and she had just held him close, told him, that it was okay being himself, that he didn't have to be afraid or ashamed. Daryl had always believed, that if Beth would ever get to know his dark secret, even when his scars were only a little part of it, she wouldn't want to talk just one word with him again. Not even mention to keep on meeting him secretly.
Now he didn't even know one good reason any more, why she wouldn't want to see him any more, because it was Beth. The beautiful girl, who always saw the positive in everything and didn't condemn people because of their look like. Beth already knew about his scars since such a long time and she had never said or asked one word about them, because she exactly knew, without ever telling her so, that he was so damn ashamed about them.
But Beth also knew that this dark secret, this weight on his shoulders had to be told, had to be let out and felt, and like always she was right, so damn right. His scars were like a brand sign from his dark childhood he will never ever get away, even when Daryl tried it so bad to forget it, to not even think about it any more. But in some situations it just came back to him and he couldn't even fight it.
Beth knew about them since a half eternity and still she had come to him that very first night and all the other times, because she didn't bother about them, didn't make herself a prejudice or even disgusted. Beth treated him like he didn't even have them on his back, so he could forget them for at least a few minutes.
And even after this evening she wasn't acting any different, just like before, like nothing had ever happened. Only that their secret got a little bigger again and somehow Daryl even felt good about sharing this dark secret with someone. Because he knew, that Beth won't ever tell anybody about it, that she won't make fun about him, one of the biggest fairs Daryl ever had or that she would even stop to be that close to him.
With both of his arms under his head Daryl was laying on his old mattress in the guard tower. Sasha and Tyresse had their shift on the other side of the prison now, his watch had already ended over one hour ago, but Daryl just couldn't fall asleep. So many things were running through his head, thoughts he just couldn't stop.
With tired eyes he looked up at the celling, feeling still damn hot, even when it was in the middle of the night, but it just didn't want to cool down at least a little. It hadn't rained since weeks, something Daryl began to worry about.
He was just thinking about how he could get enough water for everyone inside here and their garden, when it quietly began to poch against the old, metal roof of the tower. First Daryl almost hadn't even heard it, thought that maybe a bird had landed on it, but then it got louder and more often.
Slowly he began to sit up, always looking up the celling, not believing this beautiful sound. But it was real, Daryl didn't just imagine it. It was really raining. Being damn happy about this natural wonder like never before in his life, he quickly stood up and looked out of the dirty window.
With a big, thankfully smile Daryl finally stepped outside, hoping that maybe the rain will cool down the air and also his body. Relieved he leaned himself against the still warm wall and lightened up a cigarette between his fingers.
Daryl watched the surroundings happily, hoping that the rain will fill up their tons, will water their garden and the now already tiny brook will be a real little river again, with water recurses for the next weeks.
It was so soothing watching and listening to the rain that Daryl even closed his eyes for a few seconds, filling his lungs with the delicious smell from the wet grass and leaves. Slowly bigger and bigger rain drops began to fall down the dark night sky, while he was watching the silent prison, when suddenly something moved and first he really thought that an angel was running through the high meadow.
But then he saw that the angel, with the white sleeping dress on, had blond, familiar locks. It was angel Beth, who was making her way through the rain and Daryl instantly thought that something had happened. Why shouldn't she run in the middle of the night, through the rain out of the prison otherwise? But then Daryl saw the basket under her arm and the direction into which she was running.
Without even thinking about it Daryl headed inside, gripped the blanket on top of his mattress, almost sprang downstairs and hurried outside. With his hands he held the fabric above his head, while he was running into Beth's direction. Like always she stretched herself to get the clothes down from the line and quickly into the basket to safe them as good as possible from the rain.
Beth gasped loud and also scared, when Daryl finally reached her side and covered her head also with the blanket. "What are you doing here girl?" He asked breathless, his upper body pressing against her back. "Daryl. You have scared me." Beth finally said, before she had turned around and began to smile instantly, when she saw his familiar face so close to hers.
Still being breathless, Daryl looked down at Beth, just to see that she wasn't wearing any shoes or at least socks. Barefoot she stood just with her sleeping dress on in front of him. "Damn girl, you will catch yourself a cold, because of the stupid laundry." Daryl said a little crossly, but his anger stopped, when Beth smiled lovingly up at him and response "I'm almost finished, just a few left."
Even when Daryl was still worried and best he wanted to take her in his arms and run with her as fast as possible into the prison, he still tried to cover her body with the blanket, while Beth took down the clothes and giggled amused while doing so. Because he tried so bad to protective her, more than half of his own body got wet by the rain, but Daryl didn't care about that. The main thing was that Beth was safe and dry.
After the last shirt landed in the blanket next to their feet, Beth turned around to face Daryl and even in the darkness he could see her eyes shinning happily and before he could even realise it, Beth got on her tiptoes, leaned her tiny body against his big one, threw her arms around his neck and kissed him needed and heated.
First Daryl even wanted to pull away, to tell her that they should quickly get inside, but then he gave in the need and her tender lips and kissed her back emotional. The rain pounded against the protective fabric above their heads, while Beth tilted her head to get with her sweet tongue even deeper inside Daryl's waiting mouth and made him so moan excited.
"Beth." He finally managed to whimper between their hot, open-mouthed kisses. With her long fingers deep in his messy hair, Beth made him shiver badly, when she ignored his voice and rubbed herself heated against his warm body.
Best Daryl wanted to wrap his arms around her perfect body, to pull her even closer, but then they would get totally socked within seconds. But something was telling Daryl, that Beth was it already, at least at one, special part of her body.
His first half hard dick was now a rock hard erection and his sensible balls were twisting every time Beth rubbed herself against his middle. All of sudden Daryl pulled away, because otherwise he would start to strip Beth out of her clothes, even when again something was telling him, that she wouldn't stop him.
Breathless and overwhelmed Daryl said "We should really go inside now sweetheart." Nodding sadly but also understanding, Beth finally got on her feet again, gripped the basked and being still protected from Daryl with the blanket above their heads, they both started to run into the direction of the prison.
Quickly they got inside and Daryl closed the heavy, metal door behind himself instantly, thinking about how Beth had even managed to open it. Careless he let the dripping wet blanket fell to the ground, while Daryl looked still breathless at the beautiful girl in front of him, he had first thought was an angel.
Looking at her opened, blond curls, which were sticking at her wet cheeks and forehead, her socked, white sleeping dress and tiny bare feet, Daryl finally asked "Damn girl, is the laundry that important that you will catch yourself a cold?" Beth just rolled her eyes in response, before she turned around and without even thinking about it, Daryl quickly gripped for her upper arm and made her so stop her movements.
With big eyes Beth was looking up at him, like she had done something wrong, but it was Daryl who had talked to her maybe a little too harshly. "I'm sorry. I just.." Daryl stammered embarrassed, before Beth interrupted him "It's okay, Mr. Dixon. I know, you are just worried about me, like always. I will only hang the laundry over the chairs and tables in the dinning room and then I will go back to bed like a brave girl. That's okay?"
After Daryl had nodded his head and smirked about her statement, he followed and helped her to hang the clothes over the furnitures. They were both working in silence, just listening to the rain drops pointing against the old windows, covered in the soothing sound they were making, when Beth finally said softly "My mom has always asked me to take off the laundry, when it started to rain. Later she didn't even have to ask me any more, because I loved it standing in the rain. I let myself time, looking up at the dark clouds, feeling the drops hitting my skin, sometimes I have even danced in the rain. Of course, when I finally reached the house, the laundry was already socked wet, but I had my fun and my mother always said, that the one who was making it wet, will also make it dry again."
Curious Daryl listened to her story and maybe because his clothes were wet and cold, but maybe also because of the situation and Beth's beautiful voice, he got goose bumps everywhere on his body. Beth just hang the last shirt over a chair, when she added "I have woken up, because I could hear the drops hammering against my window. First I have really thought, that I was back at the farm. That I was laying in the bed with the light yellow sheets in my own room and that mom will come inside every second to tell me, that I should take down the laundry from the lines. But.."
Beth's words stopped then. Her hands supported against the chair, her look sanked, while she was crying almost silently, only her quiet whimpers were to hear. Quickly Daryl got next to her side and laid his arm protective over her trembling back. "Hey, sweetheart. I bet your mother was looking down at you and smiled proudly, when she saw you taking down the laundry, without even asking you for."
Slowly Beth lifted her head, to look with her glassy eyes up at Daryl and even a small smile was on her lips, just thinking about her mother. "But I bet she would have also grumbled me for not taking on any shoes." They both began to giggle then, smiled bright at each other, before Beth tilted her head and looked so lovingly up at Daryl.
For one quick second he thought, that maybe now he should really tell her the truth about what had happened to her mother and brother. What he personally had done with his own hands, but then his eyes were suddenly spellbound to hers.
Fascinated he watched the still present rain drops in her golden locks, also in her eyebrows, but Daryl knew, that her wet whimpers weren't just because of the rain. Her eyes were so clear and endless, looking that heart warming way up at him, that made Daryl's legs always weak.
When his eyes wandered down, he could see the goose bumps on her neck and also on her bare arms. Covering her cold skin with his hands, he tried to warm up Beth's arms with moving quickly up and down. "You are shivering baby girl." Daryl whispered, before she leaned herself against his strong chest, searching for his body heat.
Placing his arms protective around her tiny body, Daryl pulled her even closer and finally he placed a soft kiss into her golden locks. "You have to get out of the wet clothes, sweetheart. Best you will take a shower." He whispered and finally Beth agreed with nodding her head and saying "Maybe you are right again, Mr. Dixon."
Slowly she loosened their embrace, gave him one of her thankfully smiles and she just wanted to wish Daryl good night, when he said "Do you really think, that I will let you take a shower in the middle of the night all alone girl?"
Beth giggled happily, before she response "Of course not, Mr. Dixon."
