"Stupid bastard." Daryl grumbled, thrusting his knife into the eye socket of a Walker hanging out by the edge of the woods. After almost losing Beth he was determined to make sure no more stragglers were on the property and even took the time to tie a rope around the porch earlier with old cans and pieces of metal dangling from it to warn them if anything or anyone got that close again.
Letting out a growl, Daryl dug his fingers into the tattered shirt that was falling from the small female Walker's chest and attempted to drag the body over to the growing pile of corpses he'd made by the barn, planning to burn them once he knew no more were coming out from hiding. There was a good chance they'd be leaving in a few days, but just in case something happened that caused them to stay longer he wanted to be able to step outside and not have the smell of death and rotting flesh surrounding them.
With a grunt he lifted the body, letting it drop on top of the pile and headed toward the house unaware of how long he'd actually been out there. He only hoped Beth and Maggie were able to come to some sort of agreement and he wouldn't be walking into a war zone.
"Ya comin'?" He called to Molly who was rolling around in the yard like she was the happiest dog in the world. She paused her wiggling briefly at his voice and tilted her head in his direction not actually making an effort to go to him. "Well?" He called again, motioning with his hands for her to move once he opened the door and she finally got to her feet and went inside.
"Ugh...No, Molly down." Beth giggled, pushing the dog back to the floor when she jumped up to lick her face.
"Everythin' alright?" Daryl asked stopping to lean against the wall once the door was shut and locked.
Beth gave him a nod, ruffling Molly's fur. "Perfect." She responded with a smile, lifting a jar to her lips to take a sip of the clear liquid inside.
Daryl stepped forward when he saw the familiar jar in her hand. It was something he hadn't thought about since the night him and Beth stayed in the run down shack after he'd been shot and as much as he'd been around her since then he couldn't remember ever seeing her with the alcohol. "You're drinkin'?" He asked concerned, trying to figure out when she could of taken the Moonshine. There were two more jars sitting on the coffee table unopened.
Beth shrugged. "Figured why not, you know? We're gonna be stuck here because of my stupidity, might as well enjoy it. Plus Maggie said it would help take the edge off."
Of course she did...Daryl narrowed his eyes, carefully watching the two while glancing out the windows. He knew they were safe inside the house since he checked everything over right before coming inside, so maybe trying to relax for the day wouldn't be such a bad idea. "But ya sure everythin's alright?" He asked again, looking between the two sisters to make sure they'd hadn't been beating on each other while he was out.
"Yes!" Beth rolled her eyes playfully with a laugh. "Is everything alright with you?" She let her eyes wander, inspecting his stained clothes. "What were you doing out there anyway?"
Daryl slid his palm down his jeans before scratching at his stubbly chin. "Takin' care of a few Walkers, makin' sure we don't have anymore close calls." He shrugged. "Gonna go get cleaned up real quick..." As he started up the stairs he paused to look back down at her. "Ya ever drank before?"
Beth shook her head. "Nope!" She said with a grin, taking another sip from the jar.
Daryl brought his thumb up between his teeth, biting at the skin around his nail. "Just take it slow alright? Don't want ya gettin' sick..." He dropped his hand and tapped it against the rail, waiting to make sure she heard him.
When Beth gave him a nod that she understood, he went to grab some clean clothes and disappeared into the bathroom. Looking forward to the cold water running over his shoulders and down his back after spending a good portion of the morning in the heat.
"How the hell did I end up agreein' ta this?" Daryl grumbled, bending the deck of cards in his hands nervously. Beth insisted they play poker, keeping the same rules from their time spent in the storage unit when they made love for the first time. It was one thing to show that side of him to her, but it didn't settle well with Maggie possibly getting a chance to learn more about him than she already knew.
"Whoa! Hey, hey." Beth reached for Daryl's hand to keep him from taking another sip of the Moonshine. "What happened with all this talk about taking it slow?"
"If ya want me ta play ya stupid ass game, ya gonna give me a minute ta catch a buzz or this shit ain't happenin'." He insisted, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.
Maggie smiled and playfully pushed on his arm. "Afraid to let someone see the real you Dixon?"
"Somethin' like that..." He mumbled, taking a long swig from the jar to finish off the last of the strong liquid.
Beth scooted closer to Daryl, cuddling against his side with her head on his shoulder after he leaned forward to set down the empty glass on the table. "You had no problem playing before." She whispered, her lips brushing against his ear lightly.
Daryl shivered at her breath on his skin and bit the inside of his cheek to keep from showing how easily she could make his body react to her. "That was differ-" He stopped talking mid sentence and swallowed hard when her hand gripped his thigh, slowly making its way higher toward his crotch. It took every bit of his strength to stop her, something in her eyes he was all too familiar with shining through and there was no way in hell he was letting anything happen with Maggie sitting right in front of them. "Behave." He chided, gently pushing her hand away to rest in her lap as he tried to adjust himself and keep the sudden bulge in his pants hidden. Nothing good was going to come with the three of them sitting around drinking from what he could already tell and he wondered why he was letting himself fall victim to their silly game.
Maggie cleared her throat, making sure to keep her eyes fixed on anything but the couple sitting across from her once she saw what was happening. "We gonna do this or what?" She asked, feeling slightly uncomfortable that her younger sister was trying to feel up Daryl right in front of her.
Daryl still had the deck of cards in his hand and tossed them onto the table. "Dunno why we're even botherin' ta play. The two of ya already know everythin' 'bout each other...gonna end up askin' me all the embarrassin' shit."
Maggie grinned. "Won't have to answer anything if you don't lose."
"Or we could always play strip poker." Beth pipped up with a giggle.
Daryl raised his brow in her direction. "I think ya had enough ta drink."
"Look." Maggie interrupted before Beth could respond. "We don't have to play cards, but I do have some questions about whats going on here." She made a gesture with her hands to the two of them on the couch together. "And believe it or not there are still things about my sister I don't know and probably don't wanna know."
Daryl huffed, moving to grab one of the untouched jars of Moonshine from the table. At least she was trying, he couldn't argue if she was willing to give them a chance. "Fine, get this shit over with."
"I'll start with something simple. How old are you?" Maggie asked and Beth turned to face him, giving her the impression she didn't know either.
Daryl tensed, pausing in his attempt to unscrew the lid on the jar and looked between the sisters. For some reason he expected something different, something a lot more embarrassing and he really hoped this wouldn't make things awkward for him and Beth when she found out how old he really was. Resting the jar on his knee he scratched the back of his neck with his free hand and shrugged. "Not really sure..."
"Oh come on." Beth said with a push to his chest. None of them knew for sure how much time had passed since the end of the world, but they all still had a general idea of their age.
"Maybe thirty seven." He answered honestly, taking a sip of the Moonshine to distract himself from their reaction.
Beth dropped her head to press her lips against his neck, reassuring him she didn't care how old he was. What they had was real and something as irrelevant as their age wasn't going to change anything. "You gonna share?" She whispered and smiled when he turned to offer her a quick kiss.
"Really think ya need anymore?" He asked.
"Pfft." Beth made a face and took the Moonshine from him. "Pretty sure I'm immune to this stuff, don't feel a thing."
"Beth!" Maggie moved then to take the jar after she swallowed down more than enough of the alcohol, cutting her off. "It's gonna hit you before you realize it and then you're gonna feel like crap. Just give it a few minutes."
Beth frowned and started to protest until Daryl wrapped his arm around her and pulled her feet into his lap, rubbing a hand up her smooth leg to rest on her thigh. "Ya not gonna enjoy it if ya get sick." He wasn't sure how she claimed to not feel anything when he was already getting light headed.
"How long has this been going on with you two?" Maggie struggled to think back to before the attack on the prison to see if she recalled a time the two of them looked at each other the way they did now and drew a blank. She couldn't even remember if they ever really had a full conversation with one another back then.
Beth lifted her head while idly playing with a button on Daryl's shirt. "Nothing happened until we got separated..." She smiled, remembering the first time she kissed him. "Although he did tell me that he used to think about me back at the prison whil-"
Daryl tensed and quickly placed his hand over her mouth when he realized where her words were going. His face turning a dark shade of red. "Really? Ya had ta go there?" He growled when her only response was to laugh and nip at his hand.
Maggie shook her head, playfully making a face when she realized what they were talking about. "That's gross."
Beth smacked Daryl's hand away from her mouth and pointed at her sister. "You're the one that always said he was hot. So hush."
It was Maggie's turn to blush and she quickly dropped her head into her arms to hide her face.
Daryl also tried to hide, sinking lower into the couch.
Beth was the only one who didn't seem phased by the ordeal and even went as far as sneaking a hand under Daryl's shirt to rub against his abs while whispering in his ear. "You don't have to be embarrassed. I think it would be sexy watching you touch yourself...like you did before you had me."
Daryl made a mental note to never ever let her drink again. Apparently an intoxicated Beth lead to a very horny Beth and she was about to push his limits. "Ya need ta stop." He grumbled. Had they been alone he would of had no problem giving her exactly what she wanted, but it messed with his head having her all over him while Maggie was watching.
Beth furrowed her brows. "Why?" Her hand drifted from his stomach to his erection that was currently hidden behind her feet. "You're obviously enjoying it." Then she squeezed him, causing him to snatch her wrist in an instant while biting back a moan.
Daryl glanced at Maggie with an apologetic look. They still weren't on the best of terms, but he figured it was the least he could offer for how her younger sister was acting and hoped she didn't hold it against him.
"Beth...I'm sitting right here...can see everything you're doing." Maggie informed her, trying to save Daryl anymore embarrassment. She honestly felt bad for him.
"So?" Beth said with a grin, leaning forward to bite Daryl's lip.
That did it, Daryl's patients were gone. With a groan he ripped his mouth away from her and pulled her into his lap to straddle his legs. But before she could get comfortable he grabbed a hold of her thighs and stood, her legs instinctively wrapping around his waist as he proceeded to carry her up the stairs. Once they reached the bedroom he kicked the door shut and put her down on top of the dresser. "Ya think that shits funny?"
Beth gave him a nod, a grin spreading across her face.
"Gettin' me all worked up, knowin' my ass can't resist ya?" He growled and pulled his shirt off, letting it fall to the floor. "Not even carin' if Maggie sees?" Next he went to unbuckle his belt, but had to pause and place a hand against the dresser to steady himself when he realized how much the alcohol was affecting his balance.
"She wouldn't of cared." Beth responded, leaning back against the mirror.
"I care." He admitted, opening his jeans to pull himself free. He gripped the base of his aching cock with a groan and took a step closer to her, lowering his voice. "This..." He stroked himself a few times to make sure she was paying attention. "Is only for you ta see sweetheart, ain't for no one else."
Beth moaned and bit her lip, his actions making her toes curl.
Daryl had to let go of the dresser to swat at her when she reached for him. "Nu uh. Said ya wanted ta watch."
"But I need to touch you." Beth whimpered at his rejection, not at all interested in just watching anymore.
Shaking his head, Daryl moved even further away until he felt the bed against the back of his legs. "Take ya shirt off." He demanded, the tip of his cock already leaking from being so turned on. He flicked his thumb over the slippery liquid to spread it along his length and his stomach tightened at the new sensation of his hand sliding over the slick skin.
When Beth did as she was told, he pushed his jeans down to where they were hugging his thighs and sat on the edge of the bed, leaning back just enough to hold himself up with his elbow, never stopping his other hand from stroking himself. "Used ta imagine ya straddlin' me, ya beautiful tits in my face..." He paused to squeeze himself at the memory, his hips moving up off the bed with a grunt. "Ya nipples just beggin' for attention..."
Beth crossed her legs, trying to ease the ache between them. "Daryl..." She whined, finding herself already breathless at the thought of him doing this alone thinking of her.
Letting the rest of his clothes join the others on the floor he dropped back onto the bed with his eyes closed and propped his feet up on the lower part of the bed frame, his legs spread to give her a better view. "Ya almost caught me once." He groaned, twisting his wrist to change the angle of his strokes. "Up in the tower when ya brought me dinner. Wasn't payin' attention and if my poncho hadn't of been close by ya would of seen everythin'."
Beth went wide eyed at the realization. She didn't notice back then since she got nervous around him and usually avoided eye contact, but when she actually thought about it with this new information it all made sense. He had that look on his face when she opened the hatch as if he'd been caught doing something wrong and his breathing was heavier than normal for someone sitting there keeping watch. At the time she just assumed she had startled him. "Can you imagine what would of happened had I known?"
Daryl chuckled. "Prolly would have thought I was a sick pervert and never came near me again."
Beth smiled and shook her head. "Not true."
"Ya sayin' had I asked ya ta stay ya would have?" Daryl raised a brow in question.
"Doesn't really matter what I would of done back then does it? You have me all to yourself now." She said with a grin.
Daryl's mouth fell open to respond, but remained silent when his attention was drawn to watching the beautiful blonde in front of him slide her hand down between her perfect breasts and over her flat stomach. Her finger swirled around her belly button for a brief second then her hand disappeared beneath her tight cotton shorts. Leaving the rest up to his imagination.
"Fuck." Daryl breathed, the sight making his dick twitch in his hand. He jumped off the bed and in one long stride stepped between her legs, placing his hands on her hips. "Feel good?" He asked, his voice heavy.
Beth bit her lip and gave him a nod as she brushed over her clit. The contact making her gasp uncontrollably.
Daryl squeezed her hips and leaned forward to kiss up her neck. "Ya wet for me?" He whispered, his lips trailing against her ear with a lightness that caused her to tremble.
"Yes." She moaned as her fingers found their way over her slick folds to thrust them deep inside. She was dripping.
Not able to stand it anymore, Daryl hooked his fingers around the waist of her shorts and panties and ripped them down her legs so he could see her fingers sliding in and out of herself. "That's so fuckin' sexy." He growled and reached around to grab the back of her head to crush his lips against hers.
When he was satisfied with the kiss he leaned back to grab her hand that was covered in her sweet juices and brought it to his lips, slowly sucking a digit into his mouth with a moan as he gripped her hip with his other hand to pull her to the edge of the dresser to finally bring the two of them together. The combination of her taste and her tightly wrapped around his erection made him completely forget about Maggie still in the house and the fact she could more than likely hear everything they were doing as he started a rough, fast pace.
"Daryl..." Beth moaned, locking her ankles around his waist to allow him to go deeper. It took her a moment to clear her head of the alcohol and desire keeping her from thinking straight, but once she had, she wiggled the finger in his mouth he was currently sucking on to grab a hold of his lip and jerked his face closer to hers. She noted the hint of pain in his features at the action and was prepared to apologize until a groan escaped his lips and rolled down her spine. "You forgot to grab a condom." She reminded him just as he lifted her from the dresser and moved them to the bed. Her arms quickly wrapped around his neck to keep from falling to the floor.
"I'll pull out." He murmured, kissing down her neck and over her shoulder as he hooked his hand behind her knee to bring her leg higher up his back to thrust deeper. His fingers dug into the skin at her hip when her muscles clenched around him tighter and he knew she was close.
"I need..." She grunted between thrust, trying to catch her breath enough to speak. "Please...touch me." She begged, tangling her fingers through his messy hair while she gripped the pillow behind her with her other hand.
Daryl dipped his head when she fist his hair and bit her neck, carefully circling her clit with his thumb. She bucked against him, crying out when she reached her peak and all Daryl could do was continue to move as she rode out her orgasm and pray he didn't lose his load inside her. Which was proving difficult the way her muscles were pulsing, trying to milk him into the same ecstasy she was currently bathing in.
To his surprise, before he even had a chance to slow things down, she was already moving and wrapping her tiny hand around his swollen cock. "Mmm just like that sweetheart." He panted and began thrusting into her hand, his warm liquid shooting out across her breasts and stomach as her name spilled from his lips mixed a loud groan.
"Christ..." He breathed, gripping the headboard to keep from collapsing on top of her.
Beth watched him with a smile, her free hand lightly rubbing down his side as he got his breathing back to normal. With a sigh, he kissed her forehead and moved to get up, grabbing his shirt from the floor to clean the sticky substance from her skin.
"You could of used a towel instead of getting your shirt dirty." She told him as he wiped between her breasts.
He just shrugged and quickly cleaned himself off when he was finished with her, then slipped on his boxers after tossing the sticky shirt to the side to be washed later. He put Beth's bag on the dresser and grabbed her a pair of panties and a shirt to sleep in. Not that he minded her laying there naked, hell he never minded getting a chance to see every bit of her, but just in case anything happened where they had to act fast he didn't want her stuck running around in the nude or tripping over her clothes while trying to dress in a hurry.
"Ya wearin' this old man out." Daryl said with a chuckle, helping her guide her arms through the holes in the shirt.
Beth dropped her forehead against his shoulder lazily as she slipped on her panties. "You're not old." She mumbled into his skin.
Daryl just shook his head and placed a hand on her hip to make sure she didn't fall as she finished dressing. When she looked as if she was about to fall asleep standing there he carefully pulled her to lay with him, her arm instantly going over his chest and a leg over his thighs. It wasn't long before she shifted, suddenly more aware of the effects the alcohol in her system were having.
"Daryl?"
"Hmm?" He hummed in response, idly playing with her hair.
"Is it normal for the room to spin?" She asked softly, rubbing her hands over her face thinking it would help clear her vision.
That caused Daryl to push on her shoulder gently when he saw how pale she looked. "Sit up." He insisted, knowing from personal experience that this could very well lead to her feeling bad and he really hoped that wasn't what was about to happen. When she did as instructed he got out of bed and pulled on his jeans. "Gonna go get ya some water, if ya feel sick there's a trash can right there." He pointed beside the nightstand.
Beth gave him a nod and took in a few deep breaths to keep her stomach from turning as he walked out into the hallway. He entered the living room to find Maggie still sitting at the coffee table playing with the cards and froze immediately. The floor boards creaked under his weight and Maggie looked up from her game with a raised brow and a smirk played on her lips. "Break time?" She asked with a giggle.
Daryl looked away from her, his face burning with embarrassment. "Um..." He rubbed the back of his neck, not exactly sure what to say.
"I'm just messing with you Daryl." Maggie moved to stand, stretching out her legs from the uncomfortable position she'd been sitting in on the floor. "Beth's an adult now and free to make her own decisions. I'm sorry it took me this long to see what she has...but you're good man and that's all I could ever want for her."
Daryl didn't have a clue how to respond. He was still getting used to the idea of believing those words even when Beth said them and to hear them from the same person that looked at him in disgust only days ago left him speechless. To save himself an awkward conversation he gave her a simple nod and went on his way to the kitchen where their supplies were spread out all over the table.
Maggie started cleaning up the cards when he walked away, but managed to catch his attention before he headed back upstairs. "Did Beth get a chance to tell you what we talked about?