"The blood that's been spilled..." Beth began but she felt her throat clam up and swallowed loudly, sitting down carefully.
She slide a hand into Daryl's gently as he flinched at the sudden contact, "I don't want you to die."
He shrugged it off, and went back to sharpening his arrows. "Don' really have a choice, do I? Like Merle? Andrea?"
Beth sighed in defeat and reached her hand out for the bottle of beer beside him, grasping it in between her thin pale fingers and bringing in to her lips, as the fire warmed the front of her legs. "You want some?" she asked innocently before taking another long sip of the burning liquid.
"Ya serious?" he replied, taking the bottle and drinking for a long while before wiping his mouth with his arm and handing it back.
She gave a small hiccup and laughed. "I remember the first time I drank. It was about when I was fifteen, before any of this, and Maggie and Shawn tricked the guy at the liquor store into giving them a few cases of beer. They came home and we all drank some; all of it. Of course they got hang-overs and I got sick so Daddy got mad but it was really fun and then Spring came and Shawn had to go back to college and we had to go to school. I never told anyone before-"
"'Cause you're tha perfect daughter right? Goes to church on Sunday, extra credit assignments, doesn't go to parties unless its a bible reading?"
Beth shuffled her ass further back on the hard log and took another long sip, leaning forward, bottle in hand. "I hate the taste," she replied raspy, the beer burning her throat as it went down.
Squeezing her cleavage together she smiled, "I always admired you, Mr. Dixon. Tough and strong... Handsome," she acknowledged.
"Listen Blondie, I don' like ya like that, stop trying so hard," he muttered gruffly, snatching the bottle from her hand, his eyes wandering down her open shirt.
Beth leaned forward even more and gave a half smile. "Twenty questions? I'll start?" she moved so she was facing the older man and hiccupped again. "Have you ever been in love?" she questioned.
As he shook his head, she passed him the bottle and he took a drink, "Have you?"
Beth shook her head in reply and took the bottle from him, taking a long sip of the warm liquid and giving a polite burp. "Are you a virgin?"
There was an uneasy silence until he gave a slight nod, and asked her the question in return. She nodded.
"Do you think I'm pretty?" she asked, looking at him hopelessly with her large blue doe-like eyes. Without a warning his lips were on hers instantly in a drunken mess of sloppy lips and breath that stank of alcohol. "Beautiful," he whispered into her ear as he kissed her neck, his hand exploring up her shirt.
"Are you really a virgin?" she asked, moaning quietly. "Yea'," he replied, pushing her down onto the ground and climbing onto of her, his lips pressing to her marble neck.
"Do you want to be?" Beth pressed, tangling her hands into his thick dark hair. "No," he whispered sexily into her ear, kissing her passionately on the lips. "Do yu'?"