A/N: Y'all ready for some Grimes action? I hope you enjoy this chapter. It's going to be quite a long one too (well, longer than my usual chapter length).
A Case of the Blues: Chapter 16
** BETH **
A knock at the door woke Beth from her sleep. She stretched her arms and legs and yawned happily. She climbed out of bed, still dressed in nothing but Daryl's shirt and her underwear; she peeked out of his bedroom door and glanced downstairs. She could hear men's voices and for a hot second she became nervous, but then one of the voices became strikingly clear to her.
Sherriff Grimes.
Daring to tip-toe down three steps to get a better view, she leant her head around the stair bannister and peeked through the gaps. The view she was greeted with made her breath catch in her throat.
Jimmy was bruised and battered and tied up against the wall. Merle, Daryl and Rick all stood with their arms folded across their chest whispering amongst each other, probably discussing what they were going to do with the boy.
Jimmy had tried to rape her. He pressed a gun against her forehead. She would enjoy watching him go down for what he has done – but she hadn't expected to barely recognise his face from all the purple blotches and swelling that covered his face.
She dared another step down and it creaked beneath her toes so quietly that she barely noticed it, but Daryl did. His head snapped up to find the source of the noise, his shoulders tense. When his eyes fell on her panicked ones, his posture softened slightly. She put a finger to her lips to convince him to stay quiet and allow her to watch. He gave her a small nod and resumed his hushed conversation with the others. She released a tense breath and continued to watch in silence.
** DARYL **
"What do we do?"
The question hung in the air like a thick fog shrouding their vision. Daryl certainly didn't want this guy to leave without learning his lesson, and although he and the Sherriff went way back, he wasn't sure if he would accept even more grievous bodily harm to Jimmy. Merle had busted him up a bit, but where the Dixons were concerned, he had barely touched him. They could do a lot worse.
Daryl chewed away on his thumbnail and lifted his head to find both Merle and Rick looking his way. "Daryl? What's your take on the situation?"
Daryl blinked a few times before sighing and shoving his hands deep into his pockets. "I dunno. He fuckin' tried to rape Beth, had a fuckin' loaded pistol at her head. He ain't getting' off lightly."
Rick nodded instantly. He turned to look at the boy, beaten to a pulp and had to stop the smirk arising on his lips in an attempt to remain professional. He knew that the brothers could've put him in his grave today, but the fact that they didn't was pleasantly surprising for Rick. He knew in his heart that, after what Daryl did for him all those years ago, he would do anything to repay him. Even cover up a murder.
Daryl was the kind of guy that Rick would trust with his own life. With his children's life. He knew the Dixons were loyal to their own, and Rick had become something like a brother to these two men – especially Daryl. He was always covering their behinds, like when Merle would be caught selling drugs, or when Daryl would be found in an alley beating some drunken bastard to death. Rick had saved their asses on more times than he could count, putting his job on the line, but to him, it was worth it.
Ricks voice became hushed as he leant in to whisper to the two men. "How's about I leave for say, ten minutes. I come back, take him to the station, report it all as self-defence. Sound good, boys?"
Merle had a devilish grin on his face and he cracked his knuckles as his answer. Daryl sighed and crossed his arms across his chest and watched as the other two subconsciously mirrored his actions. "Rick, ya know if I touch him, he ain't gon' be breathin' when I'm done," Daryl growled quietly through gritted teeth, his attempts at restraining himself becoming less intent as every second ticked by.
"I know that. But I trust you to be sensible here. I can only cover you up to an extent, you know that."
Merle became fidgety as he yearned to fuck Jimmy up even more. Daryl shook his head at his brother and suddenly heard a tiny creak on his floorboards. He snapped his head to the direction and found Beth staring, wide-eyed like a deer caught in headlights. He was just about to open his mouth to ask why she was up when she put a finger to her lips, silently begging him to remain quiet. He sent a subtle nod her way and glanced back down at his feet.
"Ten minutes, you say?" He whispered even quieter now, aware of Beth's presence. He didn't want her to see this, but if she wanted to watch, he wouldn't stop her. "We'll do it in five."
Rick nodded and turned to leave the house. "Five minutes. Be good, boys."
His boots clicked along the floor and the brothers waited for the sound of the front door opening and closing. Merle was almost jumping up and down with excitement and Daryl fought off a grin. They both turned to face Jimmy simultaneously and walked slowly towards him, enjoying watching him squirm under his restraints. The brothers cracked their necks side-to-side and they both crouched down in front of the boy.
"Ladies first," Merle drawled out, gesturing for Daryl to start. Daryl gave his brother a crooked grin before throwing his fist into Jimmy's jaw, almost growling at the satisfying crunch that sounded. Merle took the opportunity to stand up and throw his foot into Jimmy's ribs once, twice, a third time, before leaning down to whisper in his ear.
"This is wha' you get 'fer treatin' ladies like dirt," he said and let out a small laughter. Jimmy groaned and spat blood to the side, clearly looking defeated.
Daryl grabbed Jimmy by his hair and forced him to look at him. He got real close to his face and snarled, enjoying the terrified expression Jimmy's eyes held. Daryl kept his eyes on the pig in front of him and stood up, bringing his boot down onto Jimmy's injured leg. He applied pressure slowly and his lip quirked up in an evil snarl. Jimmy was screaming now, thrashing around in a petty attempt to free himself from this torture. After he was satisfied, Daryl lifted his boot and kicked his shot leg just for good measure.
The brothers stood back and admired their work. Brushing his hands down on his trousers, he turned around to face the stairs but he didn't see Beth. This worried him slightly, but he thought maybe she just headed back to bed, not wanting to see him beat a guy up.
His knuckles felt red raw but he didn't care. The low throbbing in his fist was music to his ears knowing that he had done this for Beth. Jimmy deserved this.
As if on cue, Rick walked back inside the house. He paused for a second to look at Jimmy and then between the brothers and nodded. He stepped forward and crouched beside the bloody mess, handcuffing his wrists and removing his restraints from the radiator. "You try anythin', and you die," the Sherriff growled into his ear before standing up and leading him out of the house and driving him away.
Silence filled the house now and all Daryl could feel was regret. Regret that he didn't get here fast enough. Regret that he couldn't take care of Beth properly. Regret that he had scared her away.
He ran his palms over his face to try to demolish any more feelings that would put him in an even shittier mood when his brother put his hand on his shoulder.
"Ya did all ya could do, baby brother. Now go to her, she's waitin' 'fer ya. I'll clean this mess up."
Daryl nodded and did as his brother said. He walked slowly up the stairs and headed towards his bedroom. His door was cracked open slightly and he pressed his hand flat against the wooden door and pushed gently. He leant his head through the gap and found Beth curled up in his bed again, her back to him. He nervously stepped inside the room and quietly shut the door behind him, not wanting to wake her. He stood and watched her for a minute longer, chewing on his thumbnail again.
This fucking girl, he thought. She would be the death of him. Her long, blonde hair was splayed over the pillow behind her like a halo. She appeared so peaceful, no more turmoil in her life. Jimmy was gone, and she was okay. He realised he was staring when she suddenly spoke.
"I am awake, you know," she said, humour lining her voice.
He didn't respond, instead he found himself rooted to the spot he was stood in. She turned under the covers to look at him and she gave him that smile. The smile that could bring world peace. The smile that could make his knees weak and give in to her. The smile that he never wanted to be without.
She patted the space beside her as an invitation for him to join her. He hesitated for a second but decided he would join her, if it was what she wanted. He had no desire to push her at all, especially not after earlier.
He laid down beside her and lifted his arm to allow her to snuggle into his side. She draped her leg over his and placed her hand on his chest, unbuttoning the first few buttons to allow her to touch his bare chest.
"You okay?" He forced out, suddenly not recognising his own voice. Fuck. Of course she's not okay, you fuckin' moron. She nearly got fuckin' raped, an' killed, an-
"Yep. Better now that you're here," she whispered, drawing lazy circles on his chest. If he was being honest with himself, he would've thought she was flirting. Surely not, not after Jimmy.
He let himself get lost in the trance that was Beth's feather light touch. Her fingertips left a blazed trail in their wake as they ran up his chest, along his collarbones; across his biceps. Barely any time had passed and he could already feel the all too familiar strain in his jeans. He closed his eyes and gritted his teeth. Surely she knew what she was doing to him.
"Beth…"
She hushed him with a finger to his lips. "I want to," she stated.
Well, who was he to argue with a Greene girl?
She continued her exploration, lazily undoing all of his shirt buttons until his shirt was fully open. He smirked. "At least I still have one good shirt, eh?"
He caught her small breathy giggle and she continued to run her fingers across his abdomen, tracing every scar, every ridge, every bone and every detail. God, he's beautiful, she thought to herself, catching herself blushing intensely. She leaned up, pressing her palm to his chest as she reached his earlobe and nibbled gently. He let out some sort of animalistic groan and fuck, did that boost her confidence even more. She slid her palm lower across his stomach until it reached the bundle of soft hairs that disappeared into his jeans. She traced the waistband of his jeans for what felt like an eternity before she expertly popped the button and teasingly slid the zipper down.
He caught her wrist before she could go any further. "Only if 'yer sure." She nodded. "Promise me." His eyes and voice were serious.
"I promise."
Something seemed to click inside of him at this moment. His pupils dilated and his eyelids drooped slightly. He grabbed her waist and pulled her on top of him, reaching to hold the nape of her neck before pulling her in for a kiss. He growled at the taste of her. He'd missed this. He could taste some sort of girly chap stick, and he loved it. She moaned into his mouth as he ran his tongue across her bottom lip and she eagerly opened to allow him entrance. He tugged on the bottom of her shirt and she pulled back from the kiss to lift it up over her head.
"Jesus Christ, Beth," he breathes out at the sight of her. Her breasts were bare and her small, perfect nipples were stood at attention. Her lips were swollen and her cheeks flushed. Her hair was a beautiful mess. His eyes raked down her body until they reached the part where their bodies were joined. Her tiny white laced panties made him dizzy. He felt his cock jump underneath her weight as she suddenly ground into him, rolling her hips in a natural fashion. He gripped her hips to hold her still. "Ya don' wanna do that," he warned, his voice guttural and full of sex. She felt the heat pool between her thighs. She had no doubt that she could get off to the sound of his voice alone.
She tested the waters again, grinding her hips once more and throwing her head backwards, in turn pushing her chest further towards him. He growled and dug his fingers into her hip bones.
"Please," she breathed, taking one of his hands and bringing it up to her breast. He instantly began to massage as he turned his mouth to the attention of the other. He took her pert nipple into his mouth and sucked lightly, enjoying the sensation of her squirming on top of him. "Oh, Daryl…"
He sat up slightly and pulled his shirt off, discarding it on the floor. She caught on and grabbed the waistband of his jeans and boxers, pulling them off in one swift motion. He barely got a chance to register before she ran her tongue along the underside of his dick. He threw his head back and fisted his hand into her hair, suddenly forgetting his own name.
He felt her hot breath as she took all of him into her mouth, as far as she could go before he reached the back of her throat. She held him there for a few seconds, bringing her eyes up to meet his before sucking and pulling back. His other hand fisted the sheets beside him. He had no idea what this girl was doing to him, but he fucking loved it.
She repeated the action again, and again, until he couldn't take it any longer. "C'mere," he groaned, pulling her up to sit on his lap again. Only now did he realize that during her exploration, she had wiggled her panties off and they had joined the pile of clothes on the floor. He growled and skimmed his fingers along the inside of her thigh before he reached her core. He circled her bundle of nerves with his thumb as he admired her creamy soft skin above him.
"Daryl, please," she begged, unable to form words. But he knew exactly what she meant. He held onto her waist and lifted her slightly, positioning her. Once he was happy, he let go and allowed her to take the lead. She slowly seated herself down onto him and threw her head back in pleasure. "Ohh.. This feels amazing," she purred.
She had this blissful look on her face as she began to rock against him, and he felt nothing but smug satisfaction. Her hips rolled in a perfect rhythm with his and he gently pushed her to lean backwards, knowing this would be good for her.
She hissed gently and sighed at the new found pleasure, continuing her dance on top of him. He grazed his fingertips over her nipples and causes shivers to run down her spine. She trembles and moans something about more.
She braces her hands on his shoulders and whispers his name like some sort of twisted prayer. Her eyes scrunch shut and he can tell she's close – god knows he is too.
She became much more hurried with her movements, and he knew what she needed. He held onto her back as he flipped them over, him now on top of her. He sped up their rhythm and the only noises in the room were flesh pounding into flesh mixed with melodic moans of pleasure.
It only took five thrusts until he heard her scream his name; felt her walls clamp around him, milking him of his own orgasm. He pushed into her and held himself still, gripping onto her with all his might. He grunted her name and collapsed on top of her, his face buried in the crook of her neck.
Oh yeah. He could get used to this.
A/N: I hope you enjoyed this! I enjoyed writing it *blushes and hides*
I have a sort of idea where I'm going to take this story. It could be fantastic – it could be disastrous. But I want to try it. You'll grab some subtle hints in the next chapter as to what's going on, and I hope you guys catch on and are as hyped as I am!
As always, thank you for reading, and don't forget to leave a review! :) x