A/N I hope everyone that celebrates had a wonderful Thanksgiving! I'm thankful you guys are still here and still reading and leaving such sweet reviews… In fact, I appreciate you all so much that this isn't the last chapter! I don't know if that's a good thing or a bad thing! Anyway, it's Christmas… and if you're reading my fic Santa, I'd like a Daryl under my tree this year! Enjoy~
Christmas comes with Christmas music. Beth found a station on the radio and it's been playing continuously for the last three days. Daryl doesn't mind- much. It's definitely better when she's singing along and it's her voice he gets to hear instead of Bing Crosby or Elvis Presley.
With all that has been going on neither of them have done any Christmas shopping and they'd both decided they were okay with that before Beth was even back at work. Just like with the settlement, nothing can replace what they do have, each other. But he wanted her to have presents under their first Christmas tree together so he and Merle braved the mall one weekday morning. He managed to get her a couple of pairs of the fuzzy socks she likes and a delicate silver chain with a tiny music note charm on it. And after figuring out online shopping he ordered her some extremely sexy panties and bras. He would not have been able to walk into a store and pick out these things for Beth. There was absolutely no way! But the internet was easy. He still felt himself blushing though, as he looked at everything and filled up his virtual cart. The package came in the mail yesterday when she was shopping with Maggie for Christmas dinner. He hurriedly wrapped everything up and put it under the tree. She was surprised when she came home and noticed there were presents with her name on them under the tree. She took off into their bedroom extremely excited and giggly and she came back out with a couple of wrapped gifts of her own and two furry red Christmas stockings. With glue and glitter, she'd put their names on them. It made him smile and it felt so good. Merle is his brother, his first family, but Beth, she's his world now, the family he never thought he'd get. He helped her put a couple of small nails in the mantle so they could hang the stockings in just the right spot by the fireplace.
The mattress is back in their room. He'd gotten used to sleeping by the fire, it reminded him of camping, but better because Beth was with him. She has big plans though, and she's been cleaning up their little cabin. She wanted a Christmas brunch with Merle, Carol, Rick, Michonne and the kids before they go out to her daddy's. Daryl doesn't know what the hell a brunch is but he'd agreed to it. He'd even invited Dwight and his girlfriend Sherry.
He's still half asleep with an arm over his face when he hears Beth humming 'Jingle Bells'.
"I ain't singin' along Beth," he mumbles. He'd had weird dreams all night where Beth was trying to pressure him to stand up in front of a room full of people and sing with her. She'd pouted, batted her blue eyes and then threatened to never send him another 'sext' again if he didn't. So of course he did and the entire room laughed at him like he knew they would but when he looked closer he realized the audience was made up of Merle's. Weird. Now she's singing and he's having anxiety and he hasn't even properly woken up yet.
"Daryl you don't have to sing, but get up! It's Christmas and I have a present for you!" Her lips on his chest and then his stomach and he's thinking maybe his present is a blowjob when she blows alright, a raspberry right on his belly! Growling he rolls over, grabs her around the waist and tickles her while trying to cop a feel. She's screaming and struggling in his arms.
"Think yer pretty funny huh?" She's giggling and breathless. His injuries from the wreck are healing. The only thing that actually still hurts is his ribs. But it's not bad. Looking at the faint scar on Beth's cheek hurts more than any lingering pain he has.
"No. Yes. Come on Daryl! I wanna show you your presents! And we've got people coming by too! Hurry up!" She untangles herself from his arms and scoots off the bed and he has no choice but to get up. Won't be any good without her in here with him anyway. She heads out to the living room and he hears the Christmas music- again. He actually remembers the words to this one, he could sing along if he really wanted too. Which he absolutely does not want too.
"Fuck." Pulling on jeans and a long sleeve thermal shirt, he heads out to the living room.
Sitting crossed legged on the floor in front of the tree, Beth opens her gifts first as he hands them to her one by one like Santa. He's almost as excited as she is and even though he doesn't understand it, he likes it. Loves it and loves her. She loves the socks and pulls off the ones she has on in favor of a pair of her new ones on. They're yellow and fuzzy. They reminded him of her pillows. A soft pink blush stains her cheeks as she opens the box filled with lacy panties and bras. Delicately lifting each piece from the box she holds them like they're spun glass.
"You really think I'll look good in these Daryl?" She's self-conscious about her small chest, but she's a small girl and everything about her is perfect in his eyes.
"Fuck yeah! Maybe you can send me pictures a that when I'm at work!" He gives her a sly grin and she blushes even more.
The last gift is the necklace. She doesn't say anything, just holds it in her hand, fingering the tiny music note. There's a shimmer in her eyes though. This is how he knows it means something to her.
"Gonna need ta wear that when ya find a job teaching music. Ain't gotta worry about money or nothin'. I wan' ya ta do what ya love Beth." Her sniffles turn into the real thing and she's on his lap kissing him softly.
"It's beautiful Daryl. I love it." The silver chain is a puddle in her palm and the light keeps flashing off the charm as she holds it. "But if I'm getting a job doing what I love, what are you going to do?" He knows exactly what she's referring to. He'd told her a while back about a conversation he'd had with Caesar about expanding the shop to include an area exclusively for motorcycle repairs. But at that time it had really only been talk. Money was an issue and neither of them had been in a position to look into bank loans. Now though, now money isn't an issue.
"I know. Already been thinking about it. Gonna bring it up to Caesar when I go back." He doesn't think he's ever been more excited to go back to work. He's counting down the days and has been into the shop a couple of times.
"You can be your own boss Daryl, a business owner!" She's more excited about that than anything else and it hits him deep down how lucky he is and how amazing she is. Their little tree is lit up and the fire is warm, this is the Christmas he never had.
"Where's this gift ya bribed me outta bed with?" He's trying to take the spotlight off of himself. She's smart and knows exactly what he's doing but Beth with her sweet heart just lets it go and goes back to the tree and pulls two big boxes out from under it. Smiling she slides them in front of him.
"Didn't have ta get me nothin'," he mumbles.
"Stop, finding these for you makes me happy. Open them!" She's all smiles and helps him tear off the wrapping paper. The first gift is a handcrafted black leather quiver. His other one has seen better days, he just never got round to finding a new one. This one is perfect and will last years. He'll probably never have to buy another one. The other gift gives him pause, it's too much. He pulls back the tissue in the box and it's a jacket. Denim body and leather sleeves. It's black and extremely high end. Daryl knows this because he's spent hours in bike shops looking at stuff just like this. Stuff he never thought he'd own. Beth lifts it from the box.
"I didn't want a full leather jacket," she explains, "because with the denim you can wear your wings too! They kinda look like they belong together don't they?" He nods because that's all he can do. There's a lump in his throat the size of a baseball. Throwing her arms around him, she kisses his cheek.
"I love it Beth, shit it's too much. But yer right they go ta 'gether." She helps him slip it on and it fits him like a glove.
"Perfect! Wait-" She runs off into the bedroom and comes back with his angel wing vest in her arms. "Here put it on." She was absolutely right.
"They do belong together!" She's bouncing on her toes and clapping her hands and he's feeling sentimental and goofy and so in love with this little blonde girl. Reaching for her hand, he touches the delicate silver ring that encircles her finger.
"Kinda like us. Maybe we could, ya know set a date?" he asks shyly. He's been wanting to ask because sometimes this still feels like it's a dream and he's gonna wake up.
"Oh!" Biting her lip she glances up at him from under her lashes, her blue eyes are something he'll never get tired of looking into. "I was kinda thinking, can we do it in May? That's when we met, you remember?" Does he remember? He won't ever forget that day.
"Nice to meet you, Daryl!" He glanced back and Beth Greene, little Beth Greene smiled at him.
"May sounds good ta me." He reaches out and tucks a stray curl behind her ear.
"And you don't have to wear a suit, Daryl, I know how uncomfortable-"
"What the hell am I gonna wear, girl? My jeans? This is the only time 'm gettin' married and I can be uncomfortable in a suit. Plus ya said I looked handsome in that damn monkey suit."
"You're always handsome Daryl, in that suit you were sexy!" He barks out a laugh. Sexy. He ain't never felt sexy a day in his life. But Beth said it and Beth never lies.
"Yer the sexy one, com'ere…" Pulling her into an embrace, he kisses her, sucking on her bottom lip and making her moan just a little, enough to wake up his cock. "In fact, how about ya try on some a them panties I got ya?" He reaches down and cups her little ass in his hands, rubbing his groin against her.
"Daryl?"
"What baby?"
"Your brother is looking in the window." What! Daryl looks and sure enough, there's Merle with a big shit eating grin peeking in their window and fogging it up with his breath.
"Goddammit, Merle! Ya fuckin' perv!"
X X X
Since they're early, Carol jumps right in and helps Beth get breakfast going. There are scrambled eggs and bacon, cinnamon rolls, bananas, apples and grapes and lots of coffee. Carol heats up the hot chocolate she brought and starts toasting bread. Beth also made up a pot of oatmeal because Daryl has become quite fond of her oatmeal with all the fixings. Fixings being brown sugar, cinnamon, bananas, honey, and white chocolate chips. Of course, Daryl won't admit to loving these things, not to anyone except Beth and maybe Judith. Beth kisses him when he comes over to see what she's putting together and pops a while chocolate chip in his mouth.
Rick and Michonne show up right on time, followed by Dwight and Sherry. The little cabin is alive with activity and laughter and people enjoying sticky sweet breakfast goodies. Michonne brought maple donuts that she made herself and Sherry and Dwight brought an apple cobbler.
Sherry's only a couple of years older than Beth and she's also an artist. She draws and does graphic designs out of a company in Atlanta. They hit it off right away. The two of them get acquainted while frosting cinnamon rolls and Beth really likes her and hopes that Daryl wants to spend more time with Dwight. Michonne keeps hugging her and trying to hug Daryl. She hasn't seen them since before the wreck. She stopped by once when they were at doctors appointments and dropped off groceries and left a note letting Beth know she could come by and help with anything if they needed it. Judith's toddling around from person to person getting all kinds of love. She's dragging a stuffed tiger behind her, one of her Christmas presents. Beth's picked her up and squeezed her more than once and Daryl shared a banana and white chocolate chips with her. Carl got a phone for Christmas so he's distracted but he does give Beth a big hug and tell her he's glad she's okay. He even offers to help her with anything she needs, but she just hugs him back and tells him to go play with his phone.
The brunch is a success, as far as Daryl can tell. But his knowledge of brunches is limited. Everyone says their goodbyes and heads out except for Michonne and Rick. The guys hang out with the kids by the tree while Beth and Michonne clean up the kitchen. Judith's learned to point to the ornaments with a tiny fingertip instead of yanking them off the tree. Daryl holds her and lets her touch each one. When she starts grunting and pointing, Carl explains that she wants you to count while she does it. So the three of them count as she points. Over and over again.
Later that day they go out to the farm for a small dinner with her daddy, Glenn, and Maggie. Beth can't believe how big her sister has gotten and this only serves to make her even more excited about the little guys impending arrival. He's definitely a boy and he's due on February 10th. The settlement comes up and Beth confesses it seems like way too much, but her family thinks they're both deserving and that insurance exists for this reason. She doesn't miss the look that Daryl gives her, the way his eyes linger on her cheek.
When it's time for dessert, Etta shows up with a cherry pie and a soft smile for Hershel. They spend the evening reminiscing and planning for weddings and babies and a future that is wide open. Beth alternates between smiling and yawning. It's been a good day but she's ready to call it a night and cuddle up in bed with Daryl. He seems to like that idea too when she whispers to him she's ready to go while they're finishing up dishes at the sink. Driving home, her head on her shoulder she counts her blessings, Daryl being the big one, the one she wants to spend every Christmas with as long as she's breathing.
X X X
They ring in the New Year hunched over the toilet, Beth puking and Daryl holding her hair back. The day before New Year's eve she left the office early with a headache. She'd woken up that morning feeling out of sorts, but ignored it and went to work. There was so much to get done at the office before they closed up for the rest of the week she'd feel guilty not showing up. The fact that she spends most of the morning with her head down on the lab counter is pretty much a given that she should have just stayed home.
Eric must have said something to her daddy because when he comes in to drop off a blood draw he finds her in the lab and sends her home.
"I can finish up here daddy. I just have a little headache," she says halfheartedly. Hershel lays his palm on her forehead shaking his head.
"No, you can't. you've got a fever Bethy. I'm taking you home."
She agrees to go home but refuses to let him take her. She'll be fine and he's going to have to run labs now since she's leaving. Bundling up in her coat, scarf, and gloves, she heads out to her car. By the time she pulls up to the cabin she's pulled off her scarf and gloves because she's sweating. The couch is the first thing she sees when she walks in and she can't go any further. Dumping her jacket and scarf on the armchair, she lays down on the couch, shivering again. A few minutes later Daryl comes in carrying a basket full of folded towels.
"What the hell Beth?" His sits the basket down and is by her side, kneeling next to the couch.
"I think I'm sss-sick Daryl." He runs a hand over her face and his palm is so warm. She wants him to keep touching her and she mewls a little when he removes his hand.
"Ya got a fever, Beth. Com'on let's go change ya inta somethin' else." Daryl stands and reaches for her.
"Something warm. I'm so cold." He pulls her in close, wrapping an arm around her shoulder as they walk towards the bedroom. His body is radiating heat and she winds her arms around him wanting his warmth.
"Com'on girl."
He helps her out of her scrubs and into thermal PJs and she may be sick but his tenderness doesn't escape her notice. The way his eyes flick to hers as if to gauge that she's okay. She's still shivering, her body reacting to that in a physical way and it's a testament to his concern that he doesn't pay any attention to it, just works on getting her warmed up.
After she's in her pj's she crawls to the middle of their bed, sighing at how good it feels to finally lay down. Daryl tucks the blankets around her and rests his hand on her forehead.
"Daryl, lay with me please." His hand on her head is warm and she knows that the rest of him is warm too. He doesn't complain, just strips off his clothes and climbs into bed with her. He's so good to her. Wrapped up in his arms and the blankets, her shivering starting to subside she finally drifts off to sleep.
X X X
When he wakes up, possibly an hour later judging by the light coming through the window, Beth's kicked the blankets off of them. And it's probably because she's sweating. Daryl isn't surprised that he was able to fall asleep. He had Beth in his arms and she needed him. There isn't any place he'd rather be. His shirt is damp where her head is resting and she's still burning up. Needless to say, he's sweating too. Lifting her gently off of him he goes for aspirin and a water bottle. When he comes back she's sitting up and her face is pale.
"Beth I brought ya some-" Before he can finish she jumps off the bed and sprints to the bathroom. He follows her and finds her kneeling in front of the toilet. He drops everything onto the vanity, squats down behind her and gathers her hair up in his hands.
"Daryl, go-" she says weakly before heaving again and shuddering. Daryl rubs a hand back and forth across her back.
"I ain't leavin'." She's so small, where the hell is all this stuff coming from?
"I don't want you to see me!" Another deep groan and she leans back over the toilet again, dry heaving. When he's pretty sure she's done he grabs a washcloth from the vanity and holds it out to her letting her wipe her face.
"Thanks. Sorry," she says taking the water bottle he holds out to her.
"Nothin' ta be sorry for." He holds out his hand with the aspirin. "Here, take these." She does and he reaches behind her and flushes the toilet.
"Ug…" she frowns. She doesn't feel good and he can tell by the look on her face she's embarrassed and self-conscious. Doesn't she know he'd never think badly of her?
"The good, the bad and the ugly, 'm in it fer the long run baby," he says gently cupping her cheek in his hand. Taking her hand he leads her back into the bedroom.
That's how it goes until the morning of New Year's day. Daryl woke up early craving a big greasy breakfast. He's been eating bland stuff with Beth, but he can't take any more plain toast and tea. He tucked her in and left her sleeping with bacon on his mind.
There's a second batch of bacon frying and he's shoving a piece in his mouth when she comes wandering out. She's still in her pj's but she's also got one of his flannels on and she'd brushed her hair and she looks good, really good.
"I thought I smelled bacon!" She smiles that 100-watt smile and he's relieved because it seems like she's feeling better. She hasn't thrown up since last night. He's followed her into the bathroom every single time and held her hair every single time. The last time he did it she cried afterward and laid her head in his lap where they were sitting on the bathroom floor. It had scared him at first.
"Beth whas' wrong? Beth com'on talk ta me girl?" he'd pleaded with her.
"You're being so good to me Daryl,' she'd sobbed. He felt weak with relief after that and chuckled a little as he helped her up and they crawled back into bed.
"Course I am. You're my girl." That only made her cry harder. He'd pulled her close and rubbed her back until she finally fell asleep.
"Sorry 'bout that, I was craving it. Is the smell botherin' you?" he asks covering the pan with a lid.
"No. It smells really good but I think I better take it slow. I'll just make some toast." He takes the loaf of bread from her hands.
"I got it." he smiles at her.
"Ok, thank you," she says softly, "and maybe some butter?" He nods at her and watches as she warms a mug of water in the microwave. Her cheeks are flushed and she's humming and he's so glad his girl is back to her normal self.
"Com'ere," he says after she drops a tea bag in her mug. He pulls her up against him and leans down and kisses her.
"Mmmm bacon lips!" she purrs against his mouth.
"Thought ya didn' want bacon?" he says through her kisses and her tongue cleaning him like a cat would.
"I didn't, but I wanted to kiss you and you taste really good." He shuts her up by kissing her harder and the only thing that stops them is the smell of burning bacon.
"Shit!" Daryl grabs the smoking pan and puts it under the sink faucet.
"Sorry, got carried away! I'll make you some more if you want." Beth says leaning against his back.
"Nah, already ate a whole pack. Think I'll have toast with you, maybe some eggs."
"Oh, eggs! I think I'll try just a little." Together they get the ingredients and while Beth mixes up the scrambled eggs, Daryl washes out the pan the bacon burnt in and he can't help but smile as he listens to Beth going on about her plans for Maggie's baby shower and the text she got from Michonne about wanting to help and every once in awhile he mumbles an agreement, but mainly just watches her. She finally seems to have run out of steam but she has one more thing up her sleeve. Slipping between him and the island she runs her hands up his chest and over his shoulders.
"Daryl, you were so sweet and gentle the other day when you helped me take a shower." There's a little gleam in her eye and he knows she's got something on her mind besides gratitude and his body seems to know it too.
"Mmmhmm. 'S only right, ya did the same for me." Pressing himself against her he lets her feel what's going on in his sweatpants.
"I was gonna take one, but maybe you can come and help me? Or I can help you or something?" She's trying her best to give him her innocent look. But she's biting her bottom lip and that distracts him from her big blue eyes and lip biting isn't innocent anyway, not when Beth does it. It's fucking hot.
"You wanna have sex in the shower baby?" This takes her breath away and he loves it, loves how she's nodding her head.
"Yeah, yeah I do," she whispers. Scooping her up into his arms he carries her into their bathroom.
X X X
Daryl's birthday's in a couple of days and she's been thinking about doing something special. The thing is he'd probably be happy just celebrating it with her and that would be okay, but Merle's called a couple of times with ideas and Rick texted her just this morning asking if there was anything going on. There are people that care about Daryl and want to celebrate with him.
They're on the couch together, Daryl's finishing up Swiss Family Robinson and Beth is fixing her resume on her laptop. She's looking for that job, the one Daryl bought her the necklace for with the tiny music note charm.
"What' 'bout that one at the community college?" he asks flipping a page in his book.
"Hmmm, that was a while ago. I'm sure it's been filled."
"Can' hurt ta look into it," he says reaching down and pulling on a curl of her hair.
She's got her head in his lap and her computer is resting on her stomach. Personal space is something they share when it's just the two of them at home. She likes to be near him no matter what they're doing and he seems to crave that closeness too. They sleep tangled up in each other and she still rides in the middle of the bench seat in his truck whenever they go somewhere. It's just how they are together.
"Daryl?" She glances up at him loving his furrowed brow and the way his eyes follow the words on the page he's reading.
"Mmmhmm."
"Your birthday is coming up." He looks away from the book and down at her.
"No." He says even before she can go any further.
"Just listen. I know you'd like nothing better than to spend it with me and believe me I have no problem with that. You're my favorite person, but Daryl there are a few other people who love you too and want to share your special day with you." Beth explains.
"Ya already planned somethin'." He seems a little irritated and Beth quickly puts his fears to rest.
"No, I didn't. I wanted to talk to you first Daryl. I would never plan something like that without talking to you, I know you. You hate surprises." Closing her laptop she sits up situating herself between his legs.
"That ain't true. I like some surprises. I like when ya send me dirty texts." She sees a faint blush on his cheeks. "An when ya make my favorite dinner or get in bed naked." Beth can't help giggling.
"Those aren't really surprises Daryl," she says.
"Good enough for me," he grumbles. "Whaddaya wanna do?"
"Well Merle asked and so has Rick, they want to hang out. I was thinking maybe pizza and pool at T's Place. Nothing big just our friends." He doesn't immediately frown and actually looks like he's contemplating the idea.
"Just think about it." She isn't going to put any pressure on him. Being the center of attention is his least favorite thing in the world.
"Sounds okay to me." He picks up his book and finds his page. She wants to clap her hands, but that would definitely be going overboard. Reaching for her laptop she settles back down into his lap. Tapping on the keys she pulls up the Community College website.
"Oh my gosh Daryl, I can't believe it! That position is available. It looks like it was just posted again. Hmm, I wonder why?" She finds the link where she can upload her resume.
"Cause they hired the wrong person first time around." He's got a smirk on his face.
"I can't believe this!" It's the perfect job and since the settlement, she doesn't have to worry about enough hours. Maybe she can even help out sometimes at her daddy's office. With the easy stuff. The stuff that doesn't break her heart.
"Gonna make me a chocolate cake?" He's still thinking about his birthday. That's a good sign. A really good sign.
"Of course. I'll make you whatever kind of cake you want Daryl."
X X X
Daryl agreed to let Beth have this little birthday celebration for him because he knows it's important to her. And he can kind of understand why she wants to celebrate him, he feels the same way about her. He might do it differently, but he won't let the little things go by without acknowledging them in some way. His way is definitely more intimate, with fewer people, just two, him and her.
She's already out in the kitchen packing up the cake she made herself and refused to let him see. He stayed at the garage longer than usual going over plans for the expansion with Caesar so she could bake and decorate it. They're breaking ground next week and hope to have his part of the shop finished by the end of January weather permitting. There's a lot more to starting this thing up than he ever imagined. But he's excited and still can't believe he's a business owner. A business owner with a sexy fiancee who is doing everything she can to make him feel special so he's gonna suck it up and have a good time. For her. There's one other thing he can do for her. Opening his side of the closet he pulls out the leather jacket she got him for Christmas and slips it on. It feels really good and smells good too. He reaches back in the closet and pulls out his angel wing vest and slips it over the jacket. He's got a gray thermal underneath and a pair of his newer black jeans and his biker boots on. He pays attention to what she likes. And he's pretty sure she likes this.
"Hey, can I come out yet? 'M ready to go!" he calls out into the kitchen.
"Yes, I'm ready too! I just need to-" When he walks into the room she stops talking mid-sentence and just stares at him, but it's the way she's staring that makes all the difference. There's a look she gets when she looks at him and she's got that look now. "Daryl, wow…" Speechless. That's the effect he was going for. He chuckles and walks over to her. She looks beautiful. She's wearing those things she calls leggings, a tight little sweater, and her cowboy boots. She pays attention too. He loves those boots with anything she wears.
"Ain't got nothin ta say?" He leans down and kisses her cheek and then her nose and finally her soft lips.
"We better go or I might not make it out of the house. You- in that jacket and-" She's rubbing her tight little body up against him and he has to hold her back.
"Better stop if ya wanna go," he growls.
"Okay, okay. But Daryl would you wear that jacket later? Only the jacket?" She raises her eyebrows.
"Mmmhmm, but only if ya wear them boots and only them boots." Winking at her he takes the bag and heads out to the garage. He hears her intake of breath and sweet little whimper. This night better go by fast!
X X X
When they walk into T's Place all heads turn in their direction and even though Beth knows that it makes Daryl uncomfortable she wants to show him off. Just a little. He looks so damn hot! She was literally speechless when he walked out of the bedroom wearing his leather.
Rick and Michonne are sitting with Sherry at the tables they've claimed. Pizza and beer are ready and waiting and Beth carries the cake to the table. Dwight and Merle are playing pool and the rest of the group clap as they walk up. Beth hears Daryl growl next to her. She had a strict 'no gift' rule, but of course, Rick refused to follow that rule and is holding a big gift bag. After everyone's simple birthday wishes Carol serves pizza. Merle beats, technically cheats, Dwight out of $10 in between eating slices of the pizza.
Everyone seems to be enjoying themselves, playing and eating. And that makes Beth happy, she hasn't been able to tear herself away from Dary for too long and he seems to feel the same way. The things they said at the house before leaving are still fresh in her mind. As is the idea of Daryl in only his leather jacket. Which he's taken off in favor of just the vest.
"This is nice. Com'ere." Daryl wraps an arm around her waist and kisses her cheek nuzzling his nose into her hair. "I love ya Beth, don't know how I got so lucky," he whispers, his warm breath makes her shiver. Someone clearing their throat takes their attention off each other. Rick is standing there with his gift bag and big smile.
"Ain't supposed ta bring gifts." Daryl glares at Rick.
"Awe come on, you're one of my best friends, actually you're my only best friend." Rick hands him the bag and Beth's heart warms at the interaction. Rick stands by with his hands in his pockets looking nervous as Daryl pulls out a black t-shirt with something printed on it in silver. He holds it up and Beth has to lean over to see what it says. Before she does she sees Daryl's face change, it softens and he looks up at Rick a little in awe. "I'm proud of you man. You're gonna be so good at this." Beth can hear the emotion in Rick's voice. She looks down at the shirt. There's a motorcycle wheel and script that says, 'Dixon's Custom Motorcycles'.
Daryl is quiet, the shirt still in his hands. Because she knows him she sees the subtle shift in his whole countenance. This means something to him. But he's Daryl and words aren't easy for him. Rick knows this too and he plops down next Daryl and starts pointing out things on the shirt and it doesn't matter that Daryl is quietly nodding next to him. They're best friends and they understand other.
"It's a prototype. I got a friend who does this stuff so when you want more or you wanna change anything, he's got ya." Rick folds his hand on the table.
"I appreciate it. 'S cool, prolly gonna need a bunch." He smiles and Rick smiles and that's it. Beth excuses herself so Daryl doesn't see her tears and busies herself with the cake and candles.
X X X
When they finally leave the bar and race out to the truck trying to avoid the rain that is currently flooding the parking lot, Daryl feels pretty good. A lot of it has to do with Beth, but he's also come a long way on his own. He's let go of his demons as best he can and is accepting the fact that he deserves to be happy, he deserves to have the life he wants and he deserves the love that Beth gives him. He told her no presents and of course, she didn't listen but she whispered in his ear that he'd get his present when they got home.
She is giggly and handsy on the drive home, basking in the glory of her successful party and loving the fact that he thanked her and said he had a really good time. She's not being smug either like she bested him. She's truly happy that she helped make him happy. When she puts her head in his lap and teases at the button on his jeans he gets a hand in her hair and stops her.
"Beth…" He has plans when they get home and if she takes care of him now he's not gonna be ready.
"Just let me get started, just a little... please?" How's a guy supposed to say no to a blowjob from his girl?
"Ya stop when I tell ya too alright? Or yer gonna miss out on what I got planned when I get ya home," he growls and this definitely gets her attention.
"I promise!"
Daryl is doing his best to focus on the road, but with Beth's mouth on his cock and all the things she's doing with her tongue, he's definitely distracted. A couple of minutes into it he stops her with his hand in her hair. And it's just as much of a turn on as what she's doing to him.
"Ya got a taste now come up here before the rest of the night is ruined." Her warm breath on his cock and balls as she laughs softly almost pushes him right over the edge and he grabs her hair again and tugs. "Shit Beth!" She sits up and wipes her mouth with the back of her hand and buckles herself back in next to him.
"What do you have planned Mr. Dixon?" she asks coyly.
"Gonna have ta wait an see." Laughing at the way she huffs at him, crossing her arms and feigning irritation, he drapes an arm around her shoulders and drives them home.
X X X
Every time she tries to tease him a little he gets her back and he's so much better at it than her. Pulling on her hair as he did, he knows what that does to her. But she's got something up her sleeve if she can pull it off without being too self- conscious. Barricading herself in the bathroom armed with her ammunition, a small, soft, lacy, pink bra and an even smaller pair of matching lacy panties, she strips and puts on one of her Christmas gift from Daryl. She also slips on her cowboy boots. That's what he wanted. He can take off the bra and panties. Admiring herself in the full-length mirror on the back of the bathroom door she reaches for the doorknob and slowly pulls the door open. Daryl's on the bed wearing just his leather jacket as she asked but he's facing away from her when she comes in so he doesn't see what she's wearing at first.
"I look like a damn idiot in this Beth, how the hell is it gonna..." Looking over his shoulder at her his jaw drops. He keeps his eyes on her the entire time she makes her way to the bed to where he's sitting. She tries to walk with a little swing to her hips. She's never paid attention to how she walks and what it looks like, but she must be doing something right because Daryl is definitely happy to see her. His cock is making that perfectly clear.
"Lay back on the bed Daryl." He does as she asks, scooting to the middle of their big king size bed. Forgetting all about his concerns for how he looks, he leans back on his elbows and the leather jacket falls open showing off his lean stomach and his hard cock. He could be one of those guys in a dirty magazine, something with a biker theme. It makes her giggle but it also makes her wet, wetter than she was already at the thought of him in just the jacket.
"Whas' so funny?" he growls. That growl. Another thing he likes to use against her.
"Nothing Daryl, you don't look like an idiot, far from it," she says crawling across the bed to him, "you look like a bad boy. And nice girls like bad boys." Straddling his thighs she watches as his pupils dilate with desire making his blue eyes almost black.
"Yeah?" he's blushing a little too. Tentatively he moves his hands, reaches up to cup her breasts in the lacy bra, rubs his fingers over her hard nipples. "Thought I told ya I wanted ya in just yer boots?" He slips a bra strap down over her shoulder.
"You did, but I thought-" she shivers as he lowers the other strap.
"Nice girls listen, good girls do what they're told, Beth." His voice is husky and his cock jerks between them. "Maybe ya ain't so nice." Something shifts in the dynamic between them.
"I, uh, I am, I…" The way he's looking at her, it's making her ache. What he's implying, biting her lip she reaches behind herself and unclasps the bra. "Maybe I was bad Daryl. Maybe you need to teach me a lesson." She's winging it, she has no idea how to do this or even what this is. It's something though and it's turning her on and it's turning him on and she wants to keep playing.
X X X
It's like every teenage boy's wet dream come true. It's the reason she can get her way with him. That innocent act. Sometimes it 100% for real and other times she lays it on thick, manipulating him just with her big blue eyes and soft pink lips. It's like they're two different people. Him in his leather jacket and her in the lingerie and boots. He never figured himself as the type of guy who'd be into roleplaying, that was more Merle's style. But it's a fucking turn on and he's curious just how far she'll let him take and how far he actually wants to go.
"Mmmhmm, get them panties off." Leaning back again he watches her struggle with the little scrap of lace. When she starts to pull off a boot he puts a hand on her arm, "Uh-uh, keep 'em on." Her mouth hangs open, just a little and he can hear her breathing speed up. She works the panties off, never taking her eyes off of him. Dropping them on his chest she sits back on his thighs.
"Am I good now Daryl?" Tilting her head to the side she bites her bottom lip sucking it between her teeth. She's good at being bad is what she is. He rests his hands on her thighs squeezing them. Her legs are spread just enough that he can see how wet she is and that's enough incentive to keep him going. He rubs a thumb over her mound and down between her folds pushing just slightly.
"Fuck…" Beth breathes. Pulling his hand away he relishes in her little whimper.
"Good girls don' talk like that Beth, ya ain't being good." Lifting her up, she's small, so small. He forgets that sometimes. He's up on his knees and turning her on her stomach. She scrambles to her hands and knees. Uncertainty washes over him. Where the hell are they going with this?
"Fuck." That and a little giggle reminds him this is just a game and she knows it, wants it and it's so fucking good. Raising his palm he hesitates for a second then brings it down on her sweet little ass. Not too hard but enough to sting. She yelps and his skin prickles with heat and guilt. Leaning over her he breathes in her ear.
"Beth, girl I didn' mean…"
"God Daryl, don't stop, it's okay, it's good, I mean.. fuck." The last word is just a whisper as she grinds her ass against him. She's doing it on purpose, being 'bad'. That's all the encouragement he needs. Taking her hips in his hands he feels her fingers take hold of him and guide his aching cock to her pussy. He eases into her, forgetting for a second that she's in trouble, she's been bad and he's teaching her a lesson. Pulling out he snaps his hips and slams back into her, at the same time slaps her hard on her ass. Her muscles tense around him and she moans. He's not gonna last much longer and the red handprint he left on her pale skin might be more than he can handle.
"Gonna be good now girl? Huh? Gonna come for me?" She's meeting him thrust for thrust now, watching him over her shoulder.
"I'll be good, I'll…" His eyes follow her hand as she reaches between her legs and he feels her fingers brush against his balls as she circles her clit. Her muscles tense, her orgasm pulling him in as she bucks underneath him.
"Thas' good, fuck Beth!" His body shudders and he folds over her one hand propping him up as his orgasm follows hers. Falling onto his side he pulls her with him, curls around her as he comes down from that perfect high. She's shivering in his arms and he pulls her even closer kissing her hair, her shoulder, any part of her he can come into contact with. "Ya okay?"
"I'm, wow! Daryl where did that come from?" Soft laughter and that shiver again as she turns in his arms so she can look at him. Does she think he has a clue? Shaking his head, he kisses her.
"Did I hurt ya?" Swallowing hard, there are knots in his stomach because as much as he liked what they just did if he hurt her. Well.
"No, I," she's blushing, refusing to meet his eyes with her own. "I liked it." Her confession makes his cock twitch and he kisses her again, harder.
"Me too," he breathes into her mouth.
"You spank all your girlfriends Daryl?"
"Ain't had no other girlfriends. I tol' you that." Kissing down the column of her throat he feels her voice vibrating against his lips.
"I'm your first then?" She's wrapped her legs around one of his legs and is grinding against it. And she's talking about more than girlfriends.
"Yer my only, girl."
"Daryl…" His name is a whine on her lips because his teeth are grazing her neck, nipping at the skin there, tugging and sucking.
She's his only, his forever. They've shared firsts and recreated others. And they have so many more ahead of them.
"Daryl, want me to spank you too?" It's breathless and so hot the way she whispers it into his ear until he realizes what she just asked him.
"What the hell Beth? No!" Wait? Does he?
A/N The wonderful thing about fan fiction is that you're allowed to go there! Whether you've been or not! Christmas and Birthdays and spankings, oh my! Thanks for reading! And for all the love!