He should have known. Should have known that they couldn't keep it between just the two of them for all that long. Not with the way they seemed to live out of one another's pockets the past couple of years. Hell, they'd all heard Maggie and Glenn fucking way more than any of them cared to admit. Which brought him to the biggest question of all. Why the hell did it have to be Glenn that found out first? Glenn, who couldn't keep a secret to save his own damn scrawny ass.

They'd been meeting in the library every night just like usual but they didn't do much reading. Not since that first kiss, nearly two months ago now. They met down there every night and parted ways to go to their separate cells. But lately, that arrangement didn't seem to be working anymore. Lately, they'd teetered on sharing the same cell. They hadn't said it out loud, not yet but he figured they were teetering towards something more permanent, even if they didn't know what to call it exactly.

He and Beth were in his cell after they'd slipped away one by one, five minutes staggered between them after leaving their haven in the library, where they had spent the last two hours wrapped up in each other, letting their bodies draw pleasure from one another. The intention was to go back to their own cells and their own beds but like last night, neither one could bear the thought. The first time they'd "slept" together had been an accident. She'd fallen asleep after they'd made love. (or some shit)

He'd just lain there watching her chest rise and fall, her small but pert breasts moving with each breath. His own breath was taken away by watching her, fascinated by her every move, as her eyelids twitch and he wondered if she was dreaming about him. He'd marveled at how her eyelashes rested against her cheeks and he wondered what they'd feel like under his lips. Oh how Merle would call him a pussy for dreaming up poetic crap in his head like eyelashes and Beth dreaming about him. He wasn't sure he cared at the moment what his brother thought. He'd like to think even Merle would be happy for what he and Beth had found together. he'd gotten so wrapped up in watching her sleep that he didn't notice when he drifted off too. They'd barely woken up in time to get back to their cells so that no one knew they'd been missing.

Now here they were, the fifth night they'd slept in his cell, which was damn dangerous considering they were for the most part doing anything but sleeping. Anyone could walk through the curtains and he didn't know what they'd think of a half naked Beth lying in his arms, their legs intertwined and her head layig on his chest as she traced lines across his outstretched arm.

Beth slid her fingers through the smattering of hair along Daryl's arm and wondered at how different it felt to be with a man rather than a boy. That's what Jimmy had been; what even Zach had been. But Daryl was very much a man and he made her feel very much like a woman. She blushed at where his head had been buried not an hour ago, not because she was shy about it. No. That wasn't it. It was because she wanted to shout it from the rooftops that Daryl was a pussy eating champ. She smiled to herself as she turned his hand over tracing the long line in his palm.

"This line here means you're gonna be around for a long time." She whispered in the dark, her voice carrying to his ears but the weight behind them dropped straight into his heart. He heard the sadness there and it gripped him. He pulled away from her slightly prompting her to look up at him. She just smiled at him, that bright one that made him feel like he was burning, but in a good way (or some shit).

"What? It's true. You're gonna be the last man standing." Beth looked at him, her eyes like an old soul's whispering to him from the past, or maybe it was the future. All he knew is he needed her to be wrong about that.

He turned his head and pressed his lips to the side of her head, whispering. "If I'm gonna be the last man, you're gonna be my girl standin' right beside me."

My girl. She felt something hitch in her chest and it was just a bit harder to breathe. "Sometimes you take my breath away Daryl Dixon." If anyone thought Daryl didn't have much to say then they'd never spent more than five minutes with him. She knew though that he was different with her. She knew there were a lot of things that Daryl said to her that were for her ears only. Things he'd only say to her, not because he thought she wanted to hear them but because it's truly how he felt and it melted her every time she thought about it.

"Me too." She turned to face him them and their lips met in a soft, sweet, achingly slow kiss but they were like fire and moonshine, destined to burn when they met and those slow sweet kisses soon turned to urgent breathy moans, and teeth on skin, and fumbling fingers and there was nothing choreographed about their passion and Beth thought maybe the movies got it all wrong. At least the ones she watched because she'd never felt more alive, more real than being like this with Daryl. When it was just the two of them and they let themselves get lost in one another, there was nothing forced, they just let themselves feel. It was that way for her and she knew it was for Daryl because he'd told her once.

"I don't gotta be anything when I'm with you Beth." She could respect that too because she could be herself with him. She wasn't Judith's babysitter, her Daddy's little girl or Maggie's little sister. She was herself. And it seemed with Daryl that she was just now figuring out who that was.

Their kisses grew more heated and there was an almost feverish urgency about their motions. Beth moaned as Daryl's hand slipped down her belly, skimming past her belly button beneath the waistband of her panties to tangle in the small triangle of curls and her hips arched towards his fingers as he reached her clit, skimming his finger over her clit to dip in at her folds and gather her juices. She gasped into his mouth as his thumb grazed her clit, once, twice, three times, teasingly, letting her know what was coming.

She reached between them to run her hand down over the front of his pants, palming his erection and she smiled against his mouth as he groaned. He yanked her panties downward in one motion. He wasn't like this often but when he was, it made a new flood of wetness between her thighs and this time was no exception. Before she knew it, they'd rid themselves of their clothes before they could think twice about it. Think about the consequences of someone walking in on them. Because they tried to keep this part of their relationship to their safe haven in the deep in the guts of the prison. But that didn't seem to matter right now. Nothing mattered except skin. Except lips, and teeth and her slick heat and his throbbing cock as he slid himself gloriously inside her and it was like his soul was raptured up in pleasure and she cried out his name as he slammed himself into her again and again and he could feel her tensing around him already and he felt a fresh jolt of pleasure rip through his cock at realizing that he was the one that made her feel that way. He drew his hips back and reached up to brace himself on the wire rail of the bunk and as he snapped his hips forward, burying himself in Beth's pussy, to the hilt, the bed gave way and with a crack and screech of metal and a clatter, they hit the floor with a bounce and the sound echoed off the walls of the prison.

He stilled his movements and their eyes flew to each other's and they could hardly contain their laughter until it bubbled up between them. Soon Beth was holding her sides with laughter.

"Are ya okay?" Daryl managed just as Beth asked him. "you alright?"

They both laughed again and that was when they heard the gasp from the curtains. There was Glenn, her brother-in-law standing just inside the curtains of Daryl's cell. He didn't say anything. He didn't have to. Shock and awe were written all over his face and she had to wonder how they looked to him, limbs all askew and Beth's face was flushed as she realized that he could see way too much of her. Way too much of his wife's baby sister. Daryl pulled the blanket over both of them and barked at him. "Ya ever heard of knockin'?"

"Sorry." All they heard was the muttered apology and hastily retreating footsteps with him mumbling under his breath.

To Beth it sounded a lot like "I told Maggie something was up." But Daryl didn't hear him so they chalked it up to Beth's overactive imagination.

Beth held her breath and locked eyes with Daryl and waited. Waited for him to freak out because that was what she expected. But he surprised her like he seemed to be doing a lot more here lately. A slow grin spread across his face as he turned and fixed the mattress until it rested flat on the floor and pulled her back in his arms, smoothing her hair back from her forehead. "You okay with the shitstorm that's about to happen when your sister catches wind of what we've been up to?"

"He won't say anythin'." Beth said solemnly and then her nose wrinkled as they both looked at one another and shook their heads because she knew it was wishful thinking. Everyone knew Glenn couldn't keep a secret for shit. Beth sighed and nodded. "I can handle Maggie. I think I can even handle Daddy." She looked at him for a long moment. "I'm more worried about you. How you're gonna handle it." Her eyes met his eyes shyly but she was proud of herself for telling him what she was thinking. They hadn't yet talked about what they were, but Daryl had this way of communicating with his eyes. Sometimes she thought his eyes told her more than his mouth ever could.

"Me? You ain't gotta worry about me. I can handle your sister too." Her father on the other hand. He respected the old man and he figured the feeling was mutual but he wasn't sure that feeling was going to last once he realized he was banging his daughter on the regular. It was more than that though. What he and Beth were doing was more than just fuckin' and Daryl knew it even if he didn't have a name to put to it just yet. It was part of the us that was them. Or some shit. And he was just beginning to get it all. That this wasn't just some random fling for her either. He didn't know what they'd call it. It wasn't like what Maggie and Glenn had even. What he and Beth were to each other, he wasn't sure could be named. There was one word he'd been thinking lately, but he wasn't ready to put that out there yet either. Beth knew. Just like she always did.

"And Daddy." It wasn't a question. She knew her father would be okay with it. "If he can be okay with a goofball like Glenn, I know he's gonna be fine with a man like you. You are a good man, Daryl Dixon."

He didn't know what to say when she said shit like that. Before he could stop himself, his mouth started working before his brain had finished the thought. "It's cause of you, Greene." It was true. He'd never known there was anything like this. That he could have anything like this and he guessed it made him think things. Things he hadn't ever thought about. Things that resembled hope and a future. A future with Beth and all the white picket dreams that came with her (or some shit).

"There you go again takin' my breath away, Mr. Dixon." He didn't get that part. He didn't get how she could say something like that and she looked every bit the angel and yet her voice had that smoky sultry sound that didn't just hint of sex. No, when Beth talked to him like that, he knew she absolutely fucking oozed sex and want and lust and at the same time, he wanted to revere her, worship her like some damn goddess and he didn't get that. She was equal parts sexy and sweet and he was drunk on her. His lips were on hers so fast, like someone had lit a fire and maybe they had. Maybe it was her, maybe it was him and maybe it was both of them. It was a wonder to him sometimes that they didn't just burn right on up, like some sweet moonshine fire between them.

Beth wondered at how wet she got so fast at the same moment that she reached for Daryl and he was rock hard for her again and she climbed on top of him and the hardness of the floor beneath the mattress gave her knees extra leverage and she wondered why they didn't think of this sooner because it was going to be so much better. Not that it was ever bad. It wasn't. It was always good and God in Heaven, she thought as his dick slid back inside her, this really was better because something about the leverage allowed him to go all the way in and the angle was really something because he was hitting her in all the right places.

"Fuck." The curse slipped past his lips and he couldn't help it, she felt so goddamn good, so wet and tight and this might be one of those times he couldn't help but come inside her. They didn't do it often but she'd let him know if he could like always. He couldn't help it, it felt so much better and it was dangerous and they both knew it but sweet Jesus, nothing felt better than coming deep inside Beth's pussy.

Her short little pants coming from her mouth as she bounced her sweet little ass on top of him told him everything he needed to know and he was figuring something else. He was glad she was close to cumming because he was almost done for, watching her rock her body over him, riding him like the cowgirl he knew she was. He reached up with one hand and pressed his palm against her breast and she arched her chest against his hand. He slipped his other hand between them and found that tight little nub that would make her come undone. After that he got lost in watching her, this thumb circling her clit, as she dropped her head back and moaned and convulsed and her walls spasmed around him she jerked and he moved his hands to her lower back to hold her up as the final waves of her orgasm ripped through her and she became nearly boneless in his arms.

"Need you, inside me." Her whispered plea as he quickly flipped them over and pushed her legs back behind her head and lined himself up again with her opening, his eyes locking with hers as he slid inside again and her eyes said everything but for whatever reason he had to say something.

"You're so goddamn beautiful, Beth." He ached to say more. But he was consumed by the need to get closer, feel every part of himself inside every part of her and he was lost and she saw it.

Beth saw the instant it washed over him and it wasn't the first time he'd been overcome by something bigger than him. It happened to her too and she knew as well as he did that what they were skirting around was more than just this, two bodies pressed together in the most primitive way. It went deeper than that and even if they hadn't said it yet, she knew it was love. She nodded at him. "Cum inside me Daryl. Please."

He slammed himself back inside her again and again and she thrust her hips, meeting his every move and she gripped his arms with her hands, her fingernails digging in slightly, loving the feeling of every inch of his weight on top of her, feeling consumed by him. His eyes darkened slightly and his movements got sporadic as his breath came faster and he moaned and groaned. Oh Daryl Dixon was loud sometimes when he came and this was one of those times. Maybe that was what pushed her over the edge with him. Knowing they were found out, just letting go and giving themselves permission to feel it, all of it and they were moaning each other's names on a breathless sigh at the end, their pleasure spiraling down together into that haze that comes after giving yourself in every way to another person.

She didn't know how long they lay there in each other's arms. She lifted her head from his chest finally and she felt drunk. "I love you Daryl Dixon." She pressed her finger to his lips as he was already opening his mouth to say something and she didn't want anything spoiling how she felt. "Hush now. I do. I do love you and I don't care if you say it back. I think I may love you enough for the both of us." She didn't feel silly for saying it. It wasn't about that with them. She could be herself. She could be Beth. She removed her finger from his lips and he caught her hand, lacing their fingers together.

"You don't gotta." Her eyes were the brightest blue he'd ever seen them as they flashed.

"Oh but I do. I think maybe I've always been meant to love you. So if I gotta love us enough for us both, it's okay." But Daryl was shaking his head and her heart started to beat faster at what that might mean. She knew it wasn't because he didn't feel something too because a small smile was playing across his lips and it looked, well, nice on him. She found herself smiling back and she wasn't sure why but she was guessing she was gonna like what he was going to say.

Daryl shook his head. "Girl don't you get it. I was sayin' you don't gotta love enough for both of us. And you don't gotta be the only one to say it." He let that sink in a moment and he figured it had when the tears slipped out of the corners of her eyes and her smile widened. "You don't gotta 'cause I love you too." He shook his head. "Now we just gotta figure out a way to tell everybody else what we've been doin'." He still didn't know what to call what they were. Dating didn't sound quite right somehow. They were just together. Part of the us that was them and that was what felt right.

"Maybe they don't have to know all of it." She said and then giggled, remembering how very loud the bed was when it hit the floor, and then Glenn walking in on them and then how loud they were when they were caught up in their lovemaking. Yeah, the whole prison was gonna be talking about nothing else come breakfast. And for whatever reason, Beth was okay with it. No matter what happened, she was sure of one thing, she wasn't ashamed of what she and Daryl were doing and neither was he. He'd just told her he loved her. That was more than she ever expected when they'd started this. Whatever this was, she knew it wasn't temporary. She'd meant what she said; it was like it was her destiny to love Daryl Dixon. And what she knew about Daryl, he told her loved her and she knew she wasn't being conceited in thinking that she'd be the only woman he'd ever love. It was just the way he was.

Though they hadn't said it all out loud, she knew he was the love of her life and she was his too and that was all that mattered. As she fell to sleep that night, she dreamed of a time maybe not too far off that they could have babies and birthdays and summer picnics. She remembered her diary entry of not too long ago.

They could live here. They could live here for the rest of their lives.

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Maggie's eyes widened as she heard the very male grunts with the simultaneous screams of what could only be described as pleasure coming from none other than her sister's mouth.

Glenn just laughed because the look that had crossed Maggie's face (and now seemed trapped there for eternity) was exactly how he'd felt as he stood there staring at more than he cared to see of his sister in-law pinned quite willingly beneath none other than Daryl Dixon.

"Told ya." Oh yeah there was a certain satisfaction in being right. It didn't happen often in their relationship, him being right, and he might be a little smug but that was okay. He wished they had popcorn because there was sure to be a show at breakfast and he couldn't fucking wait.

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