What Beth Greene Really Wanted From Daryl Dixon

Chapter 5

Daryl was sat on the edge of the table, fully clothed now, and back to staring out of the window, watching as the odd straggling walker stumbled around outside the fence. Beth was laid out next to him, still naked. She couldn't find the energy to dress yet, although it wasn't cold and it felt quite nice to be so exposed. She couldn't just lie around naked like this in the prison. She also hated the fact she had no decent clothes and that no matter how many times they got washed, they were still old and stained. She would love to be able to go and get some new ones. Then her train of thought turned to the man sat next to her.

"Do you want me to go fetch you some food… you didn't eat much earlier" She'd cooked rabbit stew which was one of the better meals they could cobble together these days, all thanks to Daryl and his ability to never come back empty handed from a hunt. But Beth had noticed that he'd hardly eaten anything, she didn't know if that had been because something bad had happened with her dad or if he just wasn't hungry. She couldn't get close enough to ask him. And their stolen glances couldn't tell her that much.

She wondered if he'd take her with him next time he went hunting, she would love to be able to catch the food as well as being able to skin, gut and cook it. Knowing how to do those other bits was pointless if she couldn't actually catch the animal to begin with. She wanted to ask him if he'd take her out next time he went on a run too, it didn't have to be just them but she would give anything to escape the monotony of being locked up here twenty four seven. And she would give anything to sit behind him, wrap herself around his back, let her hands rest on his chest and ride out on his Triumph. Leaving the confines of the prison behind them even if it was only for a few hours.

She'd accepted the role that had just naturally developed for her over the last months without complaint. She was happy to child mind, teach, cook, clean and play nurse to her daddy's doctor when anyone was sick but she didn't want that to be all she could do. None of those things would help her survive out there if they had to go back on the run again, if they had to survive outside of these secure walls.

"Nah I'm fine, jus' not hungry today is all"

"You sure you're okay… you seem miles away?" she was sure his mood had become more reflective from what it had been a few moments ago.

He'd seemed so happy, content and playful even, but now… he was back to quiet, brooding and distant Daryl. She wondered if he'd perhaps changed his mind. Realised she wasn't worth the hassle after all.

"I'm good, jus' thinkin', tryin' to keep awake. Someone kept me up last night and I couldn't get any rest this afternoon neither" he turned to look at her through his bangs as she lay next to him, his eyes raking over her naked body, his eyes suddenly shining again as he smirked at her. "Come 'ere" He grabbed her hand, pulling it towards him, forcing her to sit up, before helping her down from the table and pulling her against his chest, between his legs so she was stood looking out the window too. He rested his chin on her bare shoulder and wrapped one arm around her waist. He pointed into the night sky.

"See that star there, that's the North Star, part of the Lil' Bear, it never moves. It's constant and is one of the brightest in the sky. You'll never get lost if ya follow that. …it kinda reminds me of ya. The prettiest, brightest light in the room, never changin', givin' hope ta anyone that's lost their way" he closed his eyes for a brief second and snuggled his face into her hair, inhaling her perfect fresh clean smell, a fragrance that could relax him like nothing else. "Another night, when I ain't so beat I'll show ya the constellations… if ya want me ta"

"I'd like that… when I was younger I used to spend hours looking at the stars, making shapes and patterns with them but I never learnt their real names, just liked lookin' at 'em 'cause they were pretty" Beth raised her arm, winding it around his neck and behind his head, pushing her fingers along his scalp, pulling his face closer to hers. They both gazed out into the night. Both lost in their own thoughts again.

After what seemed like forever Beth broke the silence.

"What did daddy say to you, you look like you're thinkin' about somethin', worryin'. Did he say somethin' to upset you, I told him not to… Please tell me" Beth wanted to know her father hadn't said anything hurtful, he said he wouldn't and she'd be disappointed if he had.

"Nah, he was fine with me, didn't say anythin' I was expectin' him to, really Beth ya ain't gotta worry. He said he respects me for what I do around here and he's grateful for how I keep y'all safe. An even though I'm a good man, none a that counts towards me bein' with his daughter. I've gotta earn his respect all over again. He jus' wanted to know what ma intentions are, how I feel 'bout ya. He ain't real pleased but if I had a daughter that was seein' me I wouldn't be too pleased either I don't s'pose. He ain't gonna stop us though or interfere as long as I treat ya right an' year happy" Beth turned her head and looked at him as she pressed her lips into his in a long lingering closed mouth kiss, before turning back to look out the window.

"So what are your intentions towards my daughter then Mr Dixon?" Beth mimicked her fathers voice as best she could, hoping it would cheer Daryl up, make him smile. And it did. She could feel his lips curl into a smile against her neck.

"Well Sir…I like ya daughter a lot and I'm gonna try ta look after her and take care a her. Protect her, provide for her and try ta make her happy" Daryl snorted at how his answer had sounded. What else could he have said? He'd never been able to express himself well, not with words anyhow.

He'd felt beyond embarrassed stood in front of Hershel, hunting for words that wouldn't make him sound like a complete jackass, but also glad when Hershel had asked him that question, because it was all in the open now and was finally being accepted. But he'd also felt so awkward because he'd never had to do anything like that in his life before, meet the parents, never expected he'd ever have to either.

"He said as long as yer happy he would accept it. Apparently ya told him I make ya happy?... Now I jus' gotta figure out how ta keep ya that way 'fore he changes his mind" he wrapped his other arm around her waist and turned her so she was facing him.

"I am gonna try Beth… but I ain't promisin' it'll work, I only ever had to take care a myself before. I ain't never been any good with people, 'specially ones that… make me feel the way ya do"

"Oh….how do I make you feel then?" Beth's heart was pounding at the thought he might actually care about her, more than care about her...he might actually need her. Her eyes were fixed on his chest, she didn't have the courage to look at him.

Daryl stroked the blonde curls that were hanging over her shoulder, playing with them nervously."I dunno really… jus' better I s'pose...happy, like I wanna keep ya safe and never let ya go, like I ain't on ma own anymore… like ma bloody chest's gonna explode every time I look at ya" he couldn't believe the words that were pouring out of him, he had no idea where they just came from. He wasn't altogether sure he should have told her half that shit. It was too late now though.

Beth lifted her gaze, her bright shining eyes locking with his. Her heart flipped as she could see everything she felt flowing back towards her.

"I think yer the only person that really sees me, sees me as more than a child that spends all day lookin' after other children... I think about you all the time Daryl, I wanna be with you all the time. I wanna care for you. You make me feel safe, like I can do anythin' and you'll always be there for me" Beth was now tracing her fingers down his cheek, over his lips.

"You don't have to do anythin' to make me happy Daryl, just bein' with you is enough… but if you really wanna try there is one thing that'd make me very happy" she widened her eyes suggestively at him

"Don't ya ever need a break woman? … ya know, I ain't eighteen anymore" he cocked his eyebrow and smirked at her, leaning into her fingers.

"Not that… geez you have a one track mind Daryl Dixon… No seriously…I want you to teach me to shoot, to hunt, so I don't have to rely on everyone else" her fingers had moved to his hair now, playing with it nervously as she waited for his reaction.

"'kay, I can do that… but these arms" Daryl held both of her tiny slim arms in his big hands and waved them in the air "they ain't ever gonna be able to hold that crossbow" he chuckled at her as he let her arms go and curled his around her waist, pulling her close, his hands resting on her bare ass.

"I'm stronger than I look Daryl" Beth stated with mock offence, okay she'd admit it he was right, she did have skinny arms but she carried children around all day without any problems, Judy was virtually glued to her hip and she was no light weight, not now she was getting older.

"I could always start to work out, build 'em up a bit" Beth wasn't sure if she was joking or not. It might be a good idea.

"I like 'em as they are, I like ya as ya are… yer beautiful, small and soft and gentle, everythin' I ain't never had in ma life before... yer ma Lil' Bear…If I wanted a woman with arms like mine I'd a been datin' Michonne"

Beth couldn't help but laugh "You never thought about it then? Datin' Michonne?"

"Ya jokin', she'd fuckin' eat me for breakfast, and I ain't talkin' in a good way neither. She scares the shit outta me, but if ya ever tell her that..." Daryl was laughing as well now. The thought of him and Michonne, it'd be like a permanent wrestling match, one which he wasn't sure he'd even win.

"I like a woman ta look like a woman, not a damn killin' machine with bigger muscles than mine"

"Well you won't be disappointed with me then, I ain't never gonna be a Michonne, whether you teach me to use yer bow or not" Beth had stopped laughing now, just a trace of a smile left on her lips as she thought how much she liked to see funny, laughing Daryl.

"I don't want ya ta be like Michonne, ya don't need ta be, I'm gonna look after ya, always… and I will teach ya, but not tomorrow. I gotta go on a run." Daryl was squeezing her ass now, his fingers massaging the soft skin, as he lightly ran his mouth around her neck and shoulders.

He hadn't planned to start touching her again but talking about her, how fucking small and delicate and womanly she was he couldn't help himself. She was there in front of him. Naked and gorgeous and tempting and God his cock wanted inside her again. He was too turned on to stop. Now he knew how she felt, it fuelled his own need for her, inflaming something inside him.

"I could come with you, keep you company… unless you're goin' with someone else?" Beth was hankering after an invite, she desperately needed a break from this place.

Daryl was too distracted to answer her, he was now attacking her neck, sucking and nibbling as his hands roamed up from her ass, across the silky smooth skin of her back and then into her hair as he pulled her face closer. His lips found hers, his tongue snaking out to meet hers before crushing into it with such force it caused Beth to let out the loudest wanton groan he'd ever heard. The sound hardening him beyond what he thought possible.

Beth finally came up for air "I thought you were beat?" she panted out through smiling lips.

"I am… but ma cock ain't" he managed to speak as he unzipped his pants, he needed her like an addict needed a fix. He couldn't stop thinking about coming inside her, feeling her clamp herself around him as he flooded her with his climax. He knew he shouldn't but he was sure he wouldn't be able to stop himself.

They looked at each other, their eyes unable to break contact, as though they were stuck together. Beth climbed onto the table, kneeling over him. She quickly peeled his shirt off again and lifted herself up, lowering back down onto his cock until he was sheathed deep inside her. Then she wrapped her legs around his waist and sat unmoving in his lap. Their eyes still locked and their breathing ragged.

Their souls were making love.

Their eyes were fucking.

She didn't know what this was, what was happening between them, but it wasn't sex, not sex that she'd ever known before, it was like she didn't have to be physically touched by him. It was emotion, the way he looked at her, his desire, the fire behind his eyes that was taking her to orgasm. The merging of bodies, well that was just an extra, a feast for the senses. The sight of the most beautiful man she'd ever seen; touching her, the feel of him making love to her, the sound of him groaning, all just inflaming the emotions coursing through her further.

Beth started to rock her hips, grinding her centre around him. She held him close, arms around his neck, pupils dilated as she moaned that she was coming, climaxing only seconds later. Daryl grabbing her hips to steady her, pulling her back and forth in his lap, carrying on through her cries and contractions, kissing her deeply to stifle the erotic sounds spilling from her mouth.

Daryl didn't just want her, he needed her. Needed her with a passion. Needed to mark her as his. He was nearing release, a few more thrusts and it would be over.

"Don't pull out, please…I wanna know what it feels like" Beth was whispering against his ear, words that made his head spin, her warm breath dancing across his skin almost finishing him as brand new satisfying thoughts of being with Beth for the rest of his life, however long or short, crowded his brain.

"Beth, baby…" he was exploding, and it felt amazing. He pulled her close, pushing into her as far as he could, stiffening beneath her as he released streams of warm cum into her. Beth squeezed her walls around him as a feeling of fullness and heat radiated through her insides like a molten river of lava.

She held him, his head resting on her shoulder, their chests pressed against each other as their hearts beat in unison at the same quickened pace. Neither of them caring about the consequences of what they'd just done. They held each other like this for a while, too tired to speak.

"Can I come on that run then… tomorrow?" now her senses had returned she wanted an answer.

"Yeah, if ya dad's okay with it, I ain't gonna upset him, so if he says no, it's no"

"I'll just have to work on him 'til he says yes then won't I?" Beth chuckled to herself, knowing if she pleaded hard enough her daddy would give in.

Beth unfurled her legs from around Daryl and stood up, the last of his cum trickling out along her thigh.

"I so need a shower, we could go across together in the morning… I can scrub your back" Beth's suggestive tone was back again.

"Yer gonna kill me, ya know that don't ya?" Daryl was laid back now, wondering how the hell he was ever going to keep up with her. Although he knew he was going to enjoy trying.

"So, the badass, crossbow wielding, zombie killing Daryl Dixon can't keep up with little Beth Greene, huh?" Beth was leant over the back of the table now taunting him as she placed an upside down kiss on Daryl's lips, a huge grin plastered on her face as she stood back up.

"Laugh it up Greene, I got more stamina than ya think" he grabbed her wrist before she had chance to move away from the table and pulled her face back down into his, running his tongue around the inside of her mouth, flicking it over her upside down tongue.

Beth managed to work herself free from his grip so she could get dressed. She suddenly had a new found enthusiasm, sleep the furthest thing from her mind.

"I'll take over watch, you can sleep… if anything happens I can wake you. I ain't so useless I can't even watch for walkers"

"I ain't gonna argue, I never felt so tired, but then again I ain't ever been used this much before!... and ya ain't useless at anythin'…yer perfect…yer mine, ma Lil' Bear" Daryl was sat up again now, his hand gently woven into the hair behind her ear as more words found their way out into the open. He could only assume Beth Greene did something to him that re-arranged his brain. Allowed him to finally make sense when he spoke.

"Yer little bear ain't goin' nowhere" she beamed at him, it was a look that made his chest want to explode with happiness.

Beth found him that pillow and sleeping bag and he quickly drifted off onto a peaceful sated sleep in the corner of the room. She sat crossed legged on the table, looking out into the night, making shapes from the beautiful twinkling stars that filled every inch of the sky, like pin holes in a black canvass.

She found the North Star and smiled to herself. If somebody that was no good with words could say something that meaningful and that beautiful to her, she knew there was hope for the world yet. Maybe she could carry on dreaming after all.

A/N I WILL be continuing this fiction sometime in the future, however at the moment I'm concentrating on a joint venture with my good friend LolaRitaVida. It will be a Bethyl AU filled with lots of Daryl and Beth goodness/smut. We will be using the new pen name LolaRitaReedus so please follow us and give it a try. We should start to post in the next few weeks.

Thanks for your continued support of this story and I hope you will join me in my new project x