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"Psst, Daryl!"

Daryl turns around from where he was putting his crossbow down on the ground, finding Glenn looking like a disembodied ghost, head stuck through the sheet over Daryl's cell bars and nothing else.

"What?" Daryl whispers back.

Glenn makes a kind of agonised face and shifts on his feet, rustling the curtain. "You got, uh, you got a rubber, man?"

Daryl tries with all his fucking strength to keep his face straight when he says, "nah, man, why would I?"

Glenn sighs and twitches again, voice still low for the late hour. "Desperate times. No worries, thanks- wait. The hells that then?"

Daryl's heart feels like it's coming out of his damn throat as Glenn stares pointedly at the condom on the top bunk of Daryl's bed. How in the hell chinaman saw it in the dark, he has no idea but now he's fucking screwed because he's just been caught lying and he has no fucking excuses not to give it over.

"Er… need it," Daryl says quickly, grabbing it and shoving it in his back pocket.

Glenn raises an eyebrow. "You?"

"The fucks that mean?" Daryl growls.

Glenn's mouth puckers and then relaxes. "Just… who, man?"

"None of your damn business."

"Carol?" Glenn persists with a tiny smile.

"Jesus Glenn, no an' it ain't none of your damn business, like I said, so fuck off. Pull out or some shit, s'mine."

Glenn snorts but nods. "Night."

Daryl grumbles after him, his heart still struggling to return to a normal rhythm. No way it's not going to be gossip around the prison tomorrow that he's fucking someone, either Carol or one of the Woodbury people. But they'll never suspect Beth and then he wonders what she'll make of the rumour, whether it will piss her off that he supposedly plans to use his condom that she gave him with some other woman. The thought of Beth being jealous… it does mixed things to him because he's still not even sure of what the hell's happening between them.

Rationally he knows that he's old and she's young and he would kick anyone's fucking ass if he stumbled across a similar situation, but for some fucked up reason, he let her suck him off. Let her get on her knees and take his dick in her mouth. Since then he's been avoiding her because how the fuck can he look her in the eye when she got down on her knees before him? Not to mention the fact he cum like a fucking rocket, as if he's sixteen damn years old again. Beth never commented on it, but he's almost glad she left because he wanted the Earth to swallow him.

He's a fully grown man, he can last longer than two fucking minutes but it was just everything about it. The taboo of being with her: Beth Greene and the excitement, the adrenaline and then he looked down and her sweet little mouth was absolutely fucking stuffed with his cock and he blew his load. Worse, he did it all over her damn face. No warning, no permission and that's made him feel worse than actually having her suck him off. Yeah, so she didn't seem bothered but still, it was out of order and Daryl knows it.

She gave him the condom though, told him to find her when he was ready, but how the fuck can he ever be ready to put his dick in her? He needs time, he needs to play a game, get her ready for it, keep her interest while he builds himself up, knocks a few out so he doesn't cum like a fucking rocket again and hope that she'll hold out for him and not go to Zach, get her rocks off there. Because it's messed up, it's all shades of wrong and he's definitely going to hell, but she's his.

Beth is still waiting two days later for Daryl to come and find her, but it seems to have backfired, her giving him the condom because if anything, he avoids her more than ever. She knows that he really is busy. He has to hunt a lot more now and he still likes to go on as many runs as he can, as well as guard duty. There's a lot of people now, but Daryl never feels like a jobs done unless he does it himself.

By the fifth day, Beth is ready to hunt him down and demand answers because getting herself off in the dark of her cell, late at night is making everything worse. Her orgasms are timid and lax, building her up for more rather than satisfying her and it's driving her around the bend. Her cunt is constantly aching, begging for some attention and she's so wet all the time. Seeing Daryl is torture. Watching him move around the compound like they haven't got a giant secret between them and now he's taken to eating the lollipops too.

They're nearly all gone, having been a free for all rather than a rationed supply, but whilst he could easily tease her by sucking and licking the candy and putting on a show for her, he doesn't. He just bites it, eats it in less than a second and it's the most frustrating thing ever. It's like a tease in itself, refusing to tease her because she would give anything to see that he's interested, that he's going to at some point, come and find her and fuck her senseless, but he doesn't.

Until he does.

Day six after Beth got down on her knees for him, Daryl asks her if can come and help with the dinner since Carol's abandoned ship to look after a sick child, leaving him to do it. He claims to not know what he's doing but there's an eagerness to his eye when she agrees that turns her stomach. She doesn't have to wait long to work out his plan.

It starts with an 'accidental' brush of his fingers over her hand when he passes her an item, then it's the heat at her back when she's chopping, claiming he's learning how to do it properly. Each time she's left flustered and floundering, trying to remember what she was saying and each time Daryl smirks like he's so damn pleased with himself.

Finally, it's when he reaches to a high shelf that she loses it because he has to stretch, the shelf even higher than him and it lifts his top, exposes all his lower stomach and hips, showcases his bulging biceps and she thinks she's having a heart attack.

"What're you doing?" She finally asks, crossing her arms.

He settles back on his feet with the box. "Gettin' this, like you asked?"

"Don't play stupid, you're bein' a tease an' you know it."

Daryl makes a sound under his breath, something like 'I'unno' and Beth shakes her head. "Don't do that. You're playin' with me."

He looks up at her under his lashes and there's a devilish smile on his lips that she's never seen before and makes her whole body go hot. "It workin'?"

He leans closer and her throat clamps up, words jammed there as his face gets nearer and she stretches on her tiptoes. They're so close and her eyes are falling closed, a running chorus in her head of 'we'regonnakisswe'regonnakisswe'regonnakiss' and then just when they're inches apart, a shoe scuffs the floor and they break away faster than whiplash.

"How long for food? I'm starvin'," Carl says by way of introduction.

Beth looks over her shoulder at him, pretending like she was busy the whole time. "Not long, I'll call you."

He sighs dramatically and leaves in a huff, the room silent as she takes a deep breath and tries to calm her racing heart. Daryl doesn't help when he leans over her back, his mouth to her ear and whispers, "you finish up, I gotta go sort somethin'."

Beth turns to argue, but he's already gone.

She's eating dinner later when Daryl drops by her table. She scowls up at him, wondering what he could possibly say with the rest of the family on the very same table but then her daddy follows in after him and smiles at her. So now she's frowning, wondering what's going on.

"You're daddy says I can you take you out tomorrow, so you best be up early."

Beth glances at her daddy and he nods. "Daryl wants to show you how to use his crossbow, think it's 'bout time we started lettin' you go on runs."

She glances at her daddy, at Daryl and then Maggie who's suspiciously quiet and smiles wobbly because she's wanted this forever, the chance to train and go out the gates but now there's a deeper excitement and when she looks at Daryl she sees it reflected on his face. They're not going out to teach her how to use the bow or if they are, that's not the only thing they'll be doing.

Beth squeezes her thighs together and in her most polite, sweet voice says to Daryl, "thank you, Daryl. Promise I'll be good an' do everythin' you say."

Daryl swallows but it's her daddy who speaks, "you make sure you do, Bethy. You do exactly as Daryl tells you."

She turns and smiles. "I will daddy."

Fuck, this is all going wrong.

He got her up first thing this morning, shook her awake and watched as she stuffed her feet into her boots, scraped her wild hair back in an elastic and yawned her way out of the cell. They were quiet all the way out of the compound, mostly thanks to the shitty coffee he made for them but they're still quiet when it's gone. They walk for a long while, him wanting to be as far out from the prison as he safely can be, her silent just because he is, Daryl thinks.

She's not annoying or full of questions but by the time they reach the spot he was after, a small clearing with a deep pond and a thick circle of trees, he can tell Beth is awake and chipper, her blue eyes bright and eager. They started off well. He really does want to teach her to use the crossbow because it's heavy and it'll help her balance the weight of a gun when she learns and the intricacy of a knife when he teaches her that too because he plans to. He uses a rock to carve an X into a tree and then he positions the crossbow and tells her to fire.

She's clumsy and the crossbow is heavy, so he works with her and he loses himself in the teaching, ensuring her footing and the strength in her arms. By the third round she's a little better but she's aiming too low and he stands behind her, correcting her level. Being behind her makes her shiver, he watches it flow right through her to the crossbow and it makes his mouth dry out.

Her ass is the most delectable, juicy cushion against his cock and it's barely any time before he's hard as a fucking rock and she knows it and then she's teasing him, pressing close and barely moving at all, but grinding on him none the less. All his plans go out the fucking window because he intended to reach a place where he could kiss her, fuck her but she's streamlined ahead and now he feels like his skin is made of pure fire. It's when she walks to the tree to collect the bolts, bends for the ones on the ground, her shorts riding up her ass and the sun turning her into a vision of gold, that he snaps.

Beth squeaks as Daryl's hands fall to her hips, heart racing and head thumping with the blood rushing into it, still bent over with a bolt in her curled fingers.

"You teasin' me now, girl? Tryin'a get me back for yesterday, huh?"

Excitement is burning through her system faster than a flaming match to liquor. Her pussy is the inferno, pulsing and aching with need and if Daryl just shoved her now her face is going to go straight into the tree.

"You ready to use that condom?" She asks instead of answering, her voice breathy and high strung.

Daryl growls. "Little bitch."

Woah. Beth did not expect to like that, but goddamn she does and she whimpers, the bolts dropping from her loose fingers. Behind her, Daryl's fingers tighten on her hips, the pads dipping into the sides of the fabric of her shorts and settling, rough callouses teasing her skin until she shudders.

"You ever been fucked?"

Beth nods quickly and Daryl's fingers tighten so hard on her hips she whines. "Who?" He grates between his teeth.

She gasps. "Boy from school, before."

"Shit, girl, how old were you?"

"It doesn't matter!" She snaps and he growls again, shoving her.

Over her own feet she trips and then she's down on her hands and knees in the dirt, her cheek having caught on the tree and stinging but there's no time to think about it because Daryl yanks her shorts down to her knees and grips the backs of her thighs, pulling at her skin until she feels the lips of pussy pull apart, wet and sticky. He moans behind her and she whimpers back, her knees aching and her hands clenching grass, eyes squeezed shut in tortured agony.

"You want it, girl? You want my cock?"

"Yes, God, please, Daryl!"

"Gotta do better than that, gotta beg."

He sounds so damn smug with himself and Beth groans, at a loss. She can barely string together a rational sentence. How is she meant to have the wits to beg? "I- Daryl, please, I need you, please, I'll do whatever you say, I swear, I promise!"

He snorts and she keens through her teeth at the sound of his zipper going down. "Try harder."

"I-I… I don't know!" She bursts out desperately and she's being so loud and God it's so dangerous but she's delirious with the need to cum. "Tell me an' I'll do it, just tell me a- Jesus."

Somehow, in the midst of her rant, he got his cock out and rolled the condom on because now he grabs her hips and slams into her, sending her face down and sprawling into the grass, her hips up, her arms slack under her own weight and Daryl's driving thrust. She moans, loud, louder than she ever has before and grips the grass under her for dear life.

Behind her, Daryl pants and presses deep, fingers rough on her hips. "Yeah, girl. Scream. You can out here, you can, Beth, c'mon."

Fucking hell.

She can't even get air inside her lungs, can barely understand the world at all, can't remember her own fucking name as he drives his cock into her, pounds her without mercy, his hips and thighs brutal against hers and it's so good, Christ, it is and she's clenching and cumming and screaming so loud there's no way walkers aren't on their way. Daryl grunts like an animal behind her, stilling in her cunt as she ripples and clenches around his dick. She's sticky and sweaty but she feels loose and floaty, her eyes on the pond that seems to be calling for her flesh. Behind her, as she abates and relaxes, Daryl pulls his cock out and tugs at her body.

Together they get to their feet and she's still dazed and a little out of it, her hair wild she can tell and no doubt her eyes crazed, skin flushed. It allows her muscles to be pliant though and give no resistance to Daryl's large hands on her body, picking her up and backing her against the tree trunk. Beth struggles to focus on him but when she does she feels a whole new ache between her thighs because he looks positively sinful, like sex on a stick. His eyes are blown and huge, so, so blue, his lips parted and face red, hair hanging in his eyes. She whimpers at the sight and tightens her legs around his waist, moving her hips in her quest for his cock.

Beth finds it, pushing down with a thick groan as Daryl pushes up, helping her impale herself on him. His lips fall to hers, taking them in a wet, messy kiss as he pumps slowly between her thighs, shooting electric up her spine. She smiles and playfully bites his lower lip, opening her eyes to stare at him as she tugs it out. Daryl grunts and fucks her a little harder, his hands falling down to her bare ass and lifting her legs higher to drive deeper into her squelching cunt. It's obscene, the noises their bodies are making, not to mention her shorts all tangled between them and his pants around his ankles.

Everything they're doing is obscene but that might be why it's so fucking good. When she releases his lip, he goes back in for hers, miming her playfulness and giving her wicked eyes as he pulls her lower lip out, tugging until there's an aching stretch that echoes between her legs where he's buried and Beth throws her head back and moans to the sky. Daryl buries his face straight in her throat, driving a little harder into her, his coarse pubic hairs grating against her clit so deliciously she feels like she's made of nerves, pulsing and aching.

"God, right there," Beth purrs, grinding back against him, her hips aching with the strain of his thickness.

Daryl's mouth presses into the sweaty hollow of her throat, his words blasting her with heat. "So fuckin' tight. You're mine now, girl. Y'hear? This pussy is mine."

Fuck, it's like she's doused in the fires of hell because she combusts, going rigid as wave after wave of her orgasm descends upon her, battering against her whole body until her mouth is gaping on a silent scream. Daryl whines and fucks her so hard, her ass is definitely going to have burn from the tree bark but she doesn't fucking care because it's the best feeling in the world. He groans, slumping against her after a minute and breathing hard, his arms trembling as bad as her legs. Gently, he helps her get down and she pulls her shorts up, her vision spotty as she looks at Daryl's dick and sees he's still hard.

"Wow," Beth gasps incredulously.

He smirks and jerks his chin over at the pond. "Wanna get in?"

Grinning, she flees over to the pond, laughing on an adrenaline, orgasm pumped high as she strips her clothes and dives in, submerging herself until her head breaks the water. It's not as cold as she expected but it's cool enough to make her break out in goosebumps. Daryl looks down at her, fully naked and her heart practically stops, his dick still hard and wrapped in the condom as he sits on the bank edging the pond and slides in off his ass, his top half free of the water because he's so tall. It comes just up to Beth's ribs so he can see her hard nipples and bare breasts and the look he gives her makes her want to jump his bones.

So she does.

He grabs her as she jumps up, wrapping her legs around him in the weightless water and there's no preamble as he slides back into her, two orgasms paving his way into her slick cunt. This time though, she's practically weightless and the glide it gives to her hips is so goddamn amazing her eyes are crossing and unbelievably, she's cumming again because Daryl's rough finger twirls over her clit.

Beth throws her face into his shoulder and bites him, hard. If her pussy is his then he is all hers and that's why she growls, "mine," like a feral fucking animal.

Also like a feral fucking animal, Daryl grows rabid and his fingers curls into her spine, pin her in place like a rag doll as she keeps her mouth locked on his flesh, biting down and down, enough to threaten blood and his skin swells in her mouth as his cock swells in her pussy, everything down there so tight and stretched she feels like a balloon about to pop and then he's whining like a kicked puppy, spilling his cum into the condom. Beth releases his skin from the bite and lies her head on his shoulder while he holds her, one hand on her bare ass and the other hand on her back, heaving giant breaths. After a minute, he slips out of her and it's dizzyingly intense, the loss of him.

"We're gonna need some more condoms," she says immediately and Daryl laughs, loud and clear, filling the sky with the sound and warming her heart.