Authors Note: There is some very slight smut below, if this is not your kind of thing- please wait for the next and final chapter. If you look forward to things of this nature- well, look no farther. As always, read and review.
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Her heart constricts in pain as she rises to a seat in her bed, in nearly four months time the absence of him has not left her. The understanding and respect she has for Rick intensifies and she wishes she could tell him now she finally understands his break after losing Lori. She wonders idly if that would make her feel less alone. She pinches the gap between her nose and stares at her slightly protruding stomach- it was barely noticeable and was completely oblivious to the others as she still slipped into her worn out jeans and hidden safely beneath looser fitting t-shirts.
Still. She felt every stretch of skin, every burst of life, every glimpse of him in this baby. She knew it was a boy- knew it even though she didnt know if it had a gender yet or not. She scarcely could tell how far along she was- three months at best. Hardly anytime at all with a sweltering six to go. She found that whatever hormone that triggered a pink unholy little plus sign, though she later resigned herself to it being a blessing and not a punishment- a little piece of Merle and her was a gift from god. She found that that very hormone caused more than an urge to urinate more often, her stomach lurch at the smell of spam, it ignited feelings she hadnt expected to ever feel again.
She would awake aroused and the fact that her partner, the father of her child wasnt around to take care of her needs left her beyond agitated She found herself glaring at her sister and Glen for their public displays of affection more often than not. She found herself irritated to her core- but refused to grant her own release- because Merle was the last one to touch her so and for the rest of her time shed like to keep it that way. Still, her hormones did not make this an easy task. They did their damnest to make her warm, wet and ready throughout the day sending her core humming with life.
It was at least a temporary distraction from her agony- though not a welcome one.
X
She lays down for a nap, collapsing onto her bunk willing the throbbing between her legs to go away. She dreams of him- she shouldnt be surprised. She knows it even as her dream self opens her eyes and she sees him lying next to her- she's still overcome with a false relief that the dream was indeed reversed- that he had always been alive, his beating heart right underneath her palm.
This dream however wasnt as sentimental as they usually were- this dream was a memory of how their relationship began in a way. How he had tempted and teased and prodded her- in fact- they had come since a long way since then she wasnt sure why her subconscious was remembering it now- but as she stood in the entrance of his cell- he smiled that devilish little smirk of his that made her knees weak.
"Ya say ya want some a ole Merle do ya girlie?" His smile was taunting and the fire spread through her, igniting her blood. Some was an understatement but she didnt have the words or the experience to articulate that, so she nodded mutely and he patted his leg mockingly.
"Alrighty than, take off them jeans a yours and come over here an work for it."
She wasnt sure what he meant and somehow she felt compelled to do what he said. It wasnt that they hadnt fooled around before- but everything had been so brief and she was sure Merle had done his best to keep her at arms length. The fact he was actually initiating her to come touch him and lose an article of clothing spoke volumes to which she wasnt sure.
She crossed the space between them, kicking her jeans off towards the wall as she crossed the space between them.
He smiled giving his leg a soft pat as she took a seat in his lap, a large rough hand laying on the small of her back as he positions her to straddle his leg.
"Git yourself off angel- show meh ya want me."
X
She wakes up a thousand times more agitated than when she laid down. She takes it upon herself to tell her father she feels sick and would like to rest some more. She finds herself flipping through the bible for some sort of distraction but to no avail. The words do nothing to calm the sinful ache between her legs.
She literally groans in frustration when Daryl comes in and takes a seat at the end of her bed.
"I gotta tell someone." Daryl said finally, "Ya doin ta much shit. Ya need things."
"You dont got to tell anyone anything understand." She all but spit at him. "It is my business who I tell and when I tell them. This is my blood and yes believe me Daryl I know that I NEED things- things that no one in this god forsaken facility can provide for me so if you could please-" She said gesturing towards the exit.
" Its my blood too." He growled back, chewing on a thumbnail. "And at least I know- I could...I could do somethin."
She's not sure what possessed you. It could have been her hormones. It could have been her grief It could have been a mixture of things that possessed her to straddle Daryl Dixons leg.
"Fine." She whispered in his ear ruggedly. "Just sit here."
Her hips took an experimental grind of their own as she rocked herself almost in a frenzy against his clothed leg. The thought that she was dry humping Merle Dixons younger brother didnt once cross her mind- it just lingered hanging in the air as she tried to calm the fire inside her. Her hands dug into Daryls shoulders with a mind of their own, and she found herself panting heatedly despite herself.
Daryl on the other hand remained completely rigid rather it be to shocked or overwhelmed to move. He on the other hand was completely aware that he had a pregnant teenage girl, no, more than that, a teenage girl who was impregnated by his brother was gyrating on his leg with a need he had never seen before. But what was even more so alarming than that- despite the embarrassment and the need to push her off onto her ass onto the prison floor was the fact she had him at full attention, his erection straining painfully against his jeans.
He found himself grunting and his arms groping uselessly at the bed. "Beth" he croaked, not sure how he was going to get his voice to formulate what his brain desperately wanted (stop). She lay a long slender finger against his lips, her breathing ragid a silent indication at shhhs which to her surprise he obliged.
Shes not sure how long she ground into his leg before she finally reached her climax- it was followed by a sharp cry of pleasure and a hushed groan from Daryl. To her surprise as she removed herself from his leg- that he had also cum right in his pants from their interaction- his face flushed with embarrassment and before she could utter an apology he fled from the cell in a blur.
Its not until he's gone does the realization of what exactly she's done hit her- and tears come from her eyes in an overwhelming flood and she buries her head into her pillow and cries.
X
Its weeks before she sees Daryl again- the two went above and beyond to avoid each other. Its her who seeks him out timidly- she notices that when she approaches him, he flinches.
"It was a mistake." she says softly. "I shouldnt have done that and Im sorry."
His eyes didnt meet hers but instead focused on her small belly. "Startin ta show." he said clearly unable to talk about the situation that had rose between them, something Beth found herself to be grateful for.
"Im running out of time." Her voice was just a hair above a whisper. "Will you...help me figure out how to tell em?"
"Naw." Daryl said shaking his head. "That was on you member? Ill give ya a hint though- spit it out."
He walked past her with a kind of briskness that left her feeling cold and securing her loneliness.
X
She tells them at dinner when its just silverware clinking against the bowls- her voice seeming obscurely loud.
"So." She starts looking down at her empty ramen bowl. "Im pregnant."
Her father drops her fork, Glenn's mouth falls open, Rick, Carol, Maggie immediately turn to face her and Daryl looks surprisingly guilty at his place. Even Carl who was looking relatively bored turns his attention to the slightly older woman his eyebrow raised in question.
No one says anything for a moment- an awkward silence filling the dinner table, not even the sound of silverware evades the tension Beth has put in the air. Then it starts in an explosion- who, when did you, how could you, Beth!, and than her father's favorite set of words
GET BACK HERE
She in fact, does not go back there- she allows them to argue amongst themselves until they will slowly filter their way into her cell and question her, reprimand her and maybe the occasional console her. Though at this point she's doubt there's much they can do- because this child is hers and its death had never been an option.
Authors Note: Last Chapter is coming soon. As always read and review.