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He's gotten used to the lollipops.

They communicate with them. She leaves them for him to come and find her, he left one when he moved her into his cell. He's used to it, so when he sees the lollipop with the pregnancy test, before he even so much as looks at the two lines that he abso-fucking-lutely knows is there, he drops to his knee in a rush. The air punches out of him and his lungs cave in, his eyes practically rolling as he grips the sheet beneath his hands and finds that in less than a second, he's weeping. He doesn't cry. Merle was an exception because Merle was his goddamn brother. But never before that, not once.

Not when his old man hit him, not when his ma died, not even when he took a goddamn arrow or a bullet. Daryl Dixon doesn't cry but fuck, he's sobbing now and he can't seem to stop. He's not even sure why he's doing it. Fear, panic, first of all. The terrified paralysis that descends over his limbs as he tries to imagine raising a child. The paranoia that he will never be good enough, no matter how hard he tries and that he'll always end up just like his dad. He cries in terror but he also cries in wonder, in joy.

There's a baby growing in Beth's belly. His baby. Their baby. Just dozing and growing and stretching itself into existence, without even a clue as to how fucked up their dad is, how young their ma is or how ruined the world is. There's a feeling though, under even the wonder and joy and the sparks of happiness. There's an elation, a euphoria that through his tears, makes him smile. Makes him smile wider and wider with no one to see, makes his hands unclench from the sheets and reach forward to grip the lollipop and the pregnancy test and laugh.

Laugh maniacally, roaring loud while tears stream down his face and choke him, mangling the laughs into crazed, garbled sounds that could be sobs. After that, he finds her and there's something about looking at her in that moment, in that first ever moment of knowing that she's pregnant, that he loves her so much he could collapse all over again. Even holding onto his sanity over that feeling, there's a lust inside of him he's never felt before, not even with Beth and she's the only woman who has ever really made him feel.

He didn't think he could ever experience anything deeper or stronger than that, but he does. She's not even showing, but there's a new thing about her like she's glowing. She's made of light and Daryl's like a moth to a flame, circling closer and closer to the sun just to see if he can withstand the heat. He can. Barely. When he fucks her, he's a little rougher than he should be now she's pregnant, but he still pounds her hard and kisses her breathless, a heat in his balls like he's never known.

He's so overcome with the need to be inside her, to couple, to mate, like filthy fucking animals, that he tears her panties straight from her skin. Beth yelps and he pauses for a second, just a second to appreciate how much he liked doing it and how much he wants to do it again, all the time.

So he does.

Every time they fuck now, he shreds every single pair of panties to the point that Beth starts complaining that she'll have none left, but he can't stop. There's something about it, something about watching the stitches tear in the fabric and the cotton give under his strength, revealing her glistening pussy that makes his mouth water. Ever since he found out she was pregnant, it's become a thing and it's no different today. With her in his line of sight, he starts making his way over, his eyes sweeping from her blonde ponytail to her bump.

Considering how far along she is, her belly isn't that big. The weight seems to have settled into other parts of her instead. Her ass and thighs, her tits. Daryl isn't complaining one fucking bit, but her ass was already so peachy and now it's so fat he never resists spanking her. It's her ass he looks to now and his heart beat craws up in his throat when he sees the lollipop imprint in her back pocket. They communicate with lollipops and Beth is only saying one thing now: come and get me. Daryl gives chase and tugs on her arm without stopping, flying past her and gripping her tight so she has to follow along.

He's up in front with her hurrying along behind him and he can already hear her excited panting because he's pumped full of aching lust for his girl but he isn't pacing fast enough to stress the baby. He's not really sure where he's going so he bursts through one of the doors back into the prison and the first place he comes across is a small broom closet. It's not really somewhere he wants to fuck his girl because she deserves way fucking better than that, but she doesn't seem to be complaining, so he hauls her in and shuts the door.

It's dark the minute he does but there's bars of light from the gaps around the door frame and they slash over her one eye, her chest and belly, which brushes him in the lack of space. Daryl practically fucking whimpers because her being pregnant is the most turned on he's ever been in his fucking life and his balls goddamn ache. Without even conversing, her jeans are down and she's kicking them off one ankle so she can spread her legs. There's some shuffling, where she turns and presses her hands to the wall, offering her juicy ass.

He can just about see from her hips down in the light but not her pussy or panties, so he reaches blindly forward to grip the fabric between his fingers. His throat closes tight when he brushes smooth and bare skin. "The fuck girl?"

Beth whines under her breath because she's always needy and eager now. "You ripped all my damn underwear, Daryl. What'd you expect? Can't just stroll on down to the mall no more, y'know? I got couple pairs I wear out on runs."

He growls, his blood running hot and fast, his cock pulsing for her pussy. "So when you're strollin' round this place with that juicy fuckin' ass, you ain't wearin' no goddamn panties?"

She presses her ass back so her pussy is on show in the thin light. "That'a problem?"

"'Course it fuckin' is! My girl's walkin' round with my baby in her belly and an ass that fat, an' you think no man in here's lookin'?" He asks as he yanks on his belt.

"Exactly, your girl. Your baby. Ain't no one seein' me without panties, but you!"

Daryl growls, his cock finally free and feeling reckless and overwhelmed, he shoves his dick straight past her folds without even spreading her cunt with his fingers first. Beth goes up on her toes with a startled cry and he has to slap his hand over her mouth as he shoves into her again, just to keep her quiet. It's not like no one knows that they fuck, she's nearly seven months pregnant. But her moans, any sound she makes when he's screwing her exactly how she wants, is for him and him alone. No one else deserves to hear those sounds, hell he barely even fucking deserves too, but he does and he isn't taking that shit for granted.

With one hand clasped around her mouth, he uses the other to reach around her bump and trail down it, his fingers spreading down until he finds the nest of curls between her legs. They're wet and clumped together with how sticky wet she is for him and he groans into her neck on a slower thrust, nosing his fingers through her folds to find her clit. Beth's mouth opens against the palm of his hand, the sound she makes vibrating against his skin and it seems to light every fucking nerve in his body because when he swirls his fingers over her clit, fat and exposed for him, begging for attention, Daryl's cock pulses hard.

Then like a chain reaction, from the vibrations zinging through his arms, Beth's pussy clamps down. He keens like a fucking dog, his balls drawing up so tight he's seeing stars. Ironic fucking part is, he manages to hold back by the skin of his teeth, fucking Beth through her own orgasm instead and tightening his fingers over her face. It's his little minx of a girl who comes down slowly and notices he hasn't cum.

Daryl's perfectly fucking aware that she notices because she deliberately flutters her pussy walls and everything's so wet and hot, her cunt massaging him from the base of his dick right to the head, he didn't have a fucking chance to begin with so he doesn't feel like too much of a goddamn pussy when he shudders and cums, hunching over himself with a pained sound.

Beth's damn pleased with herself, he can already tell and he doesn't have the energy to banter with her over it, so he spanks her juicy ass, pulls out and drops to his knees behind her, spreading her thick thighs with his thumbs. She gasps and goes up on her toes again, but he has to grab her by the knees when he swipes his tongue through her cunt.

"Daryl!"

He grins at her outraged tone because he's eaten her a thousand times, but he's never licked his own cum out of her cunt. "Ya like that?"

She sounds shy and breathless when she answers, but all he needs is her little, yeah, to keep going.

Beth sighs in the heat and fans herself again until she hears the heavy footfalls of feet and sits up as fast as she can with her bump in the way, her ears pricked for noise. Daryl went out on a run earlier this morning and it's been dark for hours. She trusts in him, but it still scares her to death every time he walks out of those gates.

He rounds the corner and catches her eye, a small smile tugging at his mouth. "Hey."

She wants to jump up, but her bump will just slow her down so she settles for a beaming smile when she says, "you're back."

"Not like I weren't plannin' on it girl," he huffs, lugging a bag over his shoulder to the floor.

Beth frowns and tries to peek in. "What'd you get? More baby clothes?"

"Yeah, but they gotta be unloaded. Wanted to bring these in 'fore anyone else saw 'em."

She's puzzled now, her frown deeper but she doesn't have to wait long to find out what's in the back because Daryl picks it up and pours the contents out on the bed. Beth squints, trying to pick apart the colours and fabrics until she finally realises what they are and turns to look at Daryl with a laugh trapped in her throat.

"Panties?"

"Don't care if I destroy 'em all, girl. You ain't walkin' 'round this damn prison without 'em for some other fuckin' guy to have easy access to my pussy. You don't wear panties when I say you don't wear panties. Don't care how many new ones I gotta get ya."

A hot flush swirls straight through Beth's body and explodes in her cunt until she whimpers. "Get here."

He grins and crouches over her, his mouth pressed to her ear. "Deal?"

"Deal."