Walking Dead One Shots # 18.5

Baby, Baby, Baby!

Daryl cursed to himself as he made his way back home. Every fucking time he went out with Merle, every fucking time, something like this happened. He gazed up in the rearview mirror at the cut over his eye and the bruising that was already forming. He had begged off going, but Merle had talked him into, like he always did, what harm would a couple of drinks with your brother be? Daryl pulled in beside his garage and cursed. Beth was still awake and he was a mess. She was going to freak out. He watched through the window and waited till she made her way to the kitchen before he quickly made his way inside and into the bathroom, shutting the door and turning.

"Oh fuck." He said to a startled Beth peeing. Daryl grabbed a facecloth and turned on the water. "I'm fine." He added as she finished up and reached around him to wash her hands.

"What happened?" Beth asked taking in his appearance. In addition to the black eye he was covered in dirt from rolling around with some red neck asshole from the gang Merle had picked a fight with. "Daryl did you get stabbed?" Beth asked once she saw his back.

"Guy tried. He just managed to cut me a little." He said as Beth pushed him back and started unbuttoning his shirt. "Girl I said I was fine." He said again as she stripped his shirt off and forced him to turn around. Daryl stayed still while she looked over his wound. Daryl rolled his eyes and noticed a small stick on the side of the tub once Beth walked over and plugged it and started to fill it. "Is that?" He asked as Beth turned back and worked his pants open and tugged them down. Daryl stepped out of them.

"Not it's an ovulation stick." Beth said pushing him till he got in the tub and sat down. Beth grabbed the peroxide and dumped some on the gash on his back. Daryl hissed and held back the curses he wanted to spew. "Don't be a baby." Beth said as she grabbed a fresh facecloth and held it over his eyes and cleaned the cut over his eye. Daryl curled his hand into a fist but breathed a sigh of relief once he felt the cool air of Beth blowing on the cut to cool the burning. Beth placed her hand on his shoulder till he was leaning back against her bath pillow.

"So are you?" Daryl asked sighing as she leaned over and turned off the hot water. Beth stood up and shimmied out of her jean shorts and her t-shirt before leaning over and pulling off her panties and climbing into the tub in front of him and nodding.

"Don't move. I don't know why you didn't go to the hospital." She added as she grabbed the medical tape she had placed beside the tub and cut herself a butterfly bandage to close up the cut on his eye. Daryl grunted and closed his eyes. The hot water was a relief to his aching body. Beth picked up his bar of soap and started to lather on her hands before gently running them over his neck and arms. She cupped water and rinsed him clean. "You going to tell me what happened?"

"Merle ran his mouth and got us jumped. Rick and Shane broke it up and took Merle to the drunk tank. Same shit as always." Daryl said opening his eyes when Beth picked up his hand and tugged him forward. Beth reached around him and soaped his back up and rinsed him clean.

"Is he alright?" Beth asked pushing till Daryl leaned back. Daryl snorted and nodded.

"Of course. I got hit with the first punch, all Merle did was roll around half ass wrestling while running his mouth and getting me stabbed." Daryl said leaning his arms over the tub. "Every fucking time." Daryl muttered closing her eyes.

"You could go out with Glenn instead." Beth said causing Daryl to grin. He held his hand out and pulled her into his lap. "He's fun and he needs someone on his bowling team." Beth said settling back on his thighs.

"I'd rather get in fights." Daryl said as he instinctively caught the slap to his chest he knew was coming. "So what do you want do tonight?" Daryl asked stroking up and down her arms.

"I want to dry you off and patch up your back." Beth said wrapping her arms around his neck and hugging him. Daryl held her tight. "You could have been killed."

"Girl takes…."

"A Dixon to kill a Dixon. Merle almost got you killed." Beth said into his neck. "Just spend time with him here. I'll buy beer and Jack when I go shopping, and you don't have to go out anymore. I'll even leave and go spend the night with my dad since Merle hates me." Beth added.

"I ain't kicking you out every time he shows up. He'll notice and start coming over everyday till we ain't together anymore. Daryl said steading her while she climb out of the tub. He reached over and pulled he plug and followed her wrapping a towel over his hips and following her to their bedroom. "Look at all the nice shit you got in this place. Used to be a shit hole before you." He said standing on the area rug at the foot of their bed.

"I'd let you keep it all." Beth said with a smile. "For a price." She added as she crawled under the covers. Daryl rubbed the towel over himself before climbing in bed beside her and clicking on the TV.

"So do you want to try?" He asked as he flipped through the channels. Beth shook her head and settled against his chest. Daryl tried to control his breathing but he was starting to panic. They had been trying for over a year and she suddenly didn't want to try? Did it finally get too real with Merle and his shit? Beth ran her fingers across his chest as he flipped through the channels.

"Daryl I don't want to try, I want you to put a baby in me this month." Beth softly. "It's been 12 straight months of building up my excitement only to be so let down."

"Girl you know it takes time." Daryl said after breathing a deep, deep sigh of relief.

"No, it doesn't! We got to be doing something wrong! Maggie got pregnant right away! Tara and her girl friend didn't even go to professionals they just used Eugene's sperm and a—"

"I don't want to know how Denise got knocked up." Daryl said interrupting her. "We agreed that if it took us more than 2 years of solid trying we'd see a doctor. We got a few more months to try on our own. You're not even 23 yet, we got time."

"But if there's something wrong with me we should know now!" Beth said sitting up quickly.

"Ain't nothing wrong with you." Daryl said reaching up and cupping her cheek. "And we ain't even entertaining the idea that there' something wrong with either of us for what 7 more months?"

"Yeah." Beth whispered and lowering herself back down beside him. "Did you smoke a lot of pot when you were younger?" Daryl smiled and shook his head.

"I was just a drinker. Never did drugs. Never wanted to end up in jail. Drugs are Merle's thing." Daryl said with a smile as he rolled on his side to look at her. "What else are things that I could have done to hurt my swimmers?"

"Did you suffer any serious trauma to, well down there?" Beth asked blushing.

"What's serious? I've been kicked in the nuts before."

"Did you end up at the hospital?" Beth asked looking up with concern in her eyes.

"For a kick to the nuts? No way." Daryl said. "I went down and held them and struggled to breath. After about 10 minutes I walked it off."

"Ok, I don't think you've suffered from torsion then." Beth said looking at he ceiling. "I mean I think they look normal and healthy, I didn't have much to compare them too—"

"Is that what you were doing down there last month? When you spent all that time rubbing them?" Daryl asked. Beth had blindfolded him for "fun".

"I thought you liked it?" She said guiltily. "Yes, for the first little bit I was checking for lumps or if they were misshapen."

"You want to check them out again?" Daryl asked taking her hand and making her blush harder. Beth cupped his balls and gave them a little squeeze before moving her hand to his shaft and stroking him slowly under the blankets. Daryl tilted her chin up and kissed her softly at first before nipping at her lips as he got harder. "You ready for me to put a baby in you?" Beth shook her head and continued to stroke him. Daryl lifted her leg and draped it over his hip and moved his hand between her legs and trailed a finger between her lips softly. "I got to get you wet." Daryl said leaning closer to whisper filthy things in her ear as he teased her seam and circling her clit softly, dipping down often for more wetness as it came.

"Maybe you should examine me too." Beth said when Daryl moved his mouth to her neck. "Just to make sure everything looks like it should." She added blushing even more. Daryl kissed her cheek before sliding under the sheets, spreading her legs and settling between them.

"Leave it." Daryl said when she started to lift the sheet. "I don't got a blindfold." Beth sighed and arched her back when she felt his breath on her thighs as he spread her open. The light from their muted TV easily illuminated through their white sheets. "Is it supposed to look good enough to eat?" Daryl asked kissing her thighs before resting his head on one.

"I know you're teasing me. I don't know what it's supposed to look like. I don't smell weird or bad right?" Beth asked. Daryl laughed against her and dove in sucking at her outer lips.

"Nothing smells better." Daryl said using both hands to spread her open and pull back on her mound so he could directly tongue at and lick her clit. Daryl leaned up and poked his head from under the sheets Beth looked at him in confusion till her reached over in her night stand and grabbed her vibrator. He disappeared back under the sheets and clicked it on, slowly pumping it into her as he licked and sucked at her pussy.

"Daryl!" Beth whispered as she lifted her hips towards his face. "This is not how you put a baby in me." She said placing her hand against his head over the sheet.

"Are you sure?" Daryl mumbled against her placing the vibrator against her clit and tonguing her opening.

"Yes, and so are you." Beth answered holding him in place and moving her hips against his tongue. She dropped back down against the mattress once she came and smiled at him when he flipped the sheet off and crawled up her body, tossing the vibrator on the floor. He grabbed his pillows and hers and slapped her gently on the side of her thigh.

"Lift." He said waiting while she lifted her hips from the bed. He slid the three pillows underneath her, arranging her till she was tilted perfectly, well perfectly according to her stupid magazines.

"I thought someone else might have been reading." Beth said before being cut off as Daryl moved into her and leaned down kissing her deeply and he thrust.

"Read them all." Daryl admitted leaning his head down as he struggled to keep his rhythm. He came after a few more thrusts and slowly pulled out and smiled once Beth quickly squeezed her legs closed and rolled her side.

"I know we don't got to have se everyday, sperm lives in the body a couple days. So we should plan to make a baby a few days before you ovulate too if you don't get pregnant this time and that you shouldn't go pee right away now or have a bath." Beth smiled and snuggled into bed. Daryl was right she fell asleep against him and didn't leave the bed till morning.

6 Weeks Later

Beth sat in the stirrups at her gynecologist blushing as she explained why she was there. Daryl had told her she tasted different. Thicker and tangier. She had tried pushing him away mumbling apologies but Daryl had dove in, enjoying himself.

"Nothing looks or smells off to me." Denise said as she took a swab anyway and handed her a cup for a urine analysis. "Could be something you ate or drank." Beth kept her eyes down and went to a small restroom to fill the cup. Denise went over a few questions with her once she came back out and handed her back the cup.

"Wait your last period was well over a moth ago?' Denise said opening a drawer and grabbing a pregnancy test. Beth eyes widened when she opened her cup and dipped it in, looking at her watch.

"Do you think…."

"Yeah I do." Denise said already scheduling her for all of her follow up appointments while they waited on the pee stick. Denise picked up the stick and smiled. "Congratulations." Beth smiled and started to cry and hugged Denise. "Oh crap." Denise said grabbing her cell and scrolling through her numbers. 'Hi Daryl it's Denise. No everything is fine, come get your wife." She handed a sobbing Beth back her phone and her clothes. Beth quickly dressed and went outside to wait on Daryl.

"Why'd the doctor call me?" He asked as he pulled up and got out of the truck flipping off someone who honked at him for taking his spot. "We're you crying in the background?" Daryl asked as Beth jumped at him. He caught her and returned the hug.

"I'm knocked up!" Beth sobbed cheerfully into his shoulder. "But we can't tell anyone for about 2 more months." She went on to list all thing appointment they had, she had already memorized them and listed all the things she had to avoid. Daryl just stared at her with a small smile on his face. "And you are not allowed to go out with Merle ever again. You'll send me into labor if anything happens to you." Daryl just nodded his head and helped her into the car.

"Let's get you back home Momma."