The first birthday present, hell, the first present ever, that Daryl received of course came from Beth. When he woke up on his birthday, he went about his day like everything was the same, because that's how it had always been. Birthdays weren't ever anything special in the Dixon household, except for the one when he turned eighteen and finally left his piece of shit father behind for good.
Getting up for work, he hopped in the shower, quickly scrubbing his body clean only to go off and get filthy all over again, and got dressed and ready to head out. His shift went by quickly, his mind tuned out as he turned a wrench, waiting for time to pass so he could go home and shower again. Beth had insisted she cook him dinner tonight, "It's tradition" she had told him.
So when he said by to Dale, the owner of the garage, he hopped in his truck and went straight on home, not one to keep his woman waiting. He showered again, and threw on a pair of jeans and what some might consider a trademark sleeveless flannel before pulling his vest on over it. He drove to her tiny apartment, tapping his fingers on the steering wheel along with some new age country tune coming through the radio.
When he stood in front of her door, he didn't even have to knock before she pulled the front door open. She looked beautiful, as always, and he could tell she was slightly breathless, but there was also that big inviting smile on her face. "Finally!" She grabbed his arm and yanked him inside the apartment. She was buzzing with excitement, and that even brought a big smile to Daryl's face.
Glancing around, he saw the room was slightly dimmer than normal, and there were candles on her small round dining table, along with a glass of wine that she had been sipping from judging from the pink lipstick on the rim, and a can of domestic beer with condensation dripping down the side, forming a wet ring on the wooden table, but even Beth wasn't one for coasters. He could smell something delicious, like garlic and lemon, and it was making his mouth water. Apparently Beth had quite the appetite too as she pulled him over to a seat at the table, forcing him into the chair.
Finally seated, Beth seemed a little more content, but he could still feel the enthusiasm coming off of her body in waves. She leaned down and gave him a quick kiss on the lips, not lingering quite as long as Daryl would have liked, and pulled back. "Happy birthday, Daryl." That damn smile was contagious, and he realized that Beth Greene could convince him that even birthdays were somethin' special.
She scurried off into the cramped kitchen, coming out with a plate of chicken sprinkled with herbs, surrounded by some greens. Before her, Daryl didn't really know how you could fancy meat up so much, but after taking the first bite of one of Beth's meals, he didn't complain.
During dinner, Daryl shoveled food into his mouth like a starving man getting his last meal, while Beth giggled at him in the candlelight, her face flushed from the alcohol. "Such manners, Mr. Dixon." She joked, but they both knew it was something she, for some reason, found endearing about him.
Later on, they found themselves on her couch, engaged in a make out session like a couple of teenagers gone parkin'. He'd still get that nervous flutter in his stomach every time a hand brushed over her fully covered breast, and she'd still hesitate, only for a second, as her hands drifted over his hard stomach underneath his shirt, as if testing out the waters.
Their feverish kissing was cut short when Beth suddenly pulled way, with a look on her face that seemed like a light bulb had went off in her mind. "Oh! I almost forgot!" He had no clue what she was talking about, and he was really wishing she would just really forget about whatever it was so they could resume their activity. Before he could lean back in to plant his lips on hers again, she jumped off of the couch and ran to her bedroom. She came out with something behind her back and a different kind of smile on her face that Daryl wasn't quite sure that he liked.
She walked right on over to him and straddled his thighs on the couch, he looked up at her into those mischievous baby blues and then back down at her small hands as she pulled the object out from behind her back. There, sitting between him, was a little box wrapped in colorful paper that clearly read 'Happy Birthday' all over it. It was a present.
"What's this?" His voice comes out softer than he had intended.
"It's a birthday present." She had known, that he had never received anything like this before, knew what kind of hell he had grown up in, what kind of life he had lived, until her.
He started to shake his head, feeling awkward taking the box from her hands, but she just shoved the box into his stomach, clearly not giving him a choice. She smiled, staring at him like he was everything in the world that mattered, while his fingers fumbled to tear off the paper.
When he finally opened the little box, he saw what sat inside, a ring of tanned skin with twine interlacing through the middle, with pieces hanging down with beads strung on them, with feathers at the end. It was a dream catcher.
Walking through the quiet store on the middle of the mountain, Daryl and Beth's eyes passed over all the little objects and trinkets that lined the shelves. Daryl wasn't one to really browse shops but Beth had begged him to pull over to see what things they could find inside the building. There were blankets with wolves printed on them, and some shiny looking geodes, but to Daryl it just looked like a bunch of stereotypical tacky clutter, but when something caught Beth's eye, he stopped with her as she urged him to look. Her fingers brushed over the object.
"It's a dream catcher. I always liked the idea of those, ya know?" Daryl just mumbled an agreement. He had known she would've never needed one. If she had any bad dreams, he knew she would've just crawled right on up into Hershel and Annette's bed, her parents cuddles enough to soothe her back to sleep.
Beth saw the way he looked at that dream catcher, just a little too long. She caught on to the fact that he had dreams as a kid, the ones that woke you up shaking in a cold sweat, disoriented wondering where the hell you were, and she also knew that every now and again, he got them as a man. It must have been when he went to use the restroom, that she carried the item up to the counter and purchased it, and then hiding inside her little backpack, saving it for a special occasion, like a birthday.
"I figured it'd be somethin' nice to have...even just as a thought in the back of your mind." Daryl didn't realize how long he had been sitting there, holding the item in his hand while he thought back to when they first saw it, but he could tell it was longer than he should have because that gleeful anticipation was slowly slipping off her face into a rejected frown. He shook his head, not sure of what exactly to say.
"Thanks, Beth." He gruffly replied, but somehow the words didn't seem like enough.
"You sure? You just seem disa-" Since he couldn't convey it in words, he'd show her just how thankful he really was. Cutting her off with his lips on hers, Daryl set the dream catcher to the side and pulled her in close, his hands getting lost in that tousled to perfection blonde hair.
The passion from earlier had returned full flame, and soon Daryl had picked up the girl as she wound her legs around him, and he carried her to her bedroom. Laying her down on the bed, Daryl wasted no time pulling the shirt from her body, leaving Beth laying before him on her back in just her jeans and bra. She looked like a wanton goddess and Daryl had to take a moment for himself just to admire.
He began kissing a trail up her flat stomach, along her ribcage, and up to her neck. He loved this, when he could feel her hot breath in his ear and feel it when she bit her lip. She arched her back just enough for him to unclasp her bra, pulling it off and tossing it to the side. It didn't take him long to attach his mouth to her perfectly round nipple which immediately hardened at the contact, which earned him a sweet little noise from the back of Beth's throat. His hands drifted down to her hip, rubbing circles with his thumb and he could feel her leaning into the contact. Brushing his fingers over the skin just above the button on her pants, he felt the chills erupt all over her body. "Need you." She whispered hoarsely into his ear. Getting impatient, as he wasn't exactly on speed with the pace she wanted, she reached down and started taking off her pants herself. Daryl smiled against her skin as she pushed the denim down her legs, which was awkward and just a little bit funny while lying underneath him.
Helping her out a little, Daryl pulled the jeans and panties the rest of the way down her legs so she was completely bare before him. Beth obviously didn't want him to feel left out because she reached over his head and grasped his shirt in a fist and pulled it up over his head. When it came time to pull his arms out of it, he almost collapsed on top of her and that was enough to earn a giggle from Beth. It wasn't always so intense between them when they made love, and yes that is what Daryl would consider it at this point in the game, sometimes it was just fun and carefree instead.
She used her feet to push her back up higher on the bed, and then she laid there, knees up and pressed together with her hands fisting into the blanket underneath her. Daryl quickly undid the button on his own pants, which were already riding a little low on his hips, and pushed them down. Beth wasn't surprised to see he was going commando, as it was something he did fairly often. She also was not surprised to see his cock already standing at attention, glistening pre cum leaking out the tip.
Beth didn't get to stare for long because he was on top of her, spreading her legs apart, allowing him access, his body covering hers and the pressure alone was an amazing feeling. She thought their bodies fit perfectly together, and she knew Daryl would agree. He leaned to the side, putting a hand in between them to rub a couple fingers over her pussy. He found her hot and wait, completely ready for him.
Wasting no more time, Daryl lined himself up with her entrance and pushed inside. "Fuck." The word was drawn out when Daryl said it and it was accompanied by a hiss. Beth's head pushed back against the bed and her mouth opened, her hands going up to Daryl's broad shoulders, her nails digging into his warm flesh, writhing and mewling beneath him like some sort of sex kitten.
Every time felt like the first time with her, his dick stretching her tight pussy while her velvet walls clenched around him. When she had adjusted well enough to the size of him, he began pounding. They had done it many different ways, but he knew his Beth more often than not liked it a little bit hard and a little bit rough, so he grabbed behind her thighs and and pushed them up to her stomach, opening her up for him
The only sounds filling the room were ones of his balls slapping against her ass, his panting breaths, and her high pitched moans that came out every time he pulled out and thrusted back inside of her. "So close. M' so close." She managed to squeak out, and Daryl was right there along with her.
When she spasmed around his cock, he let her ride out her orgasm, her hips pushing upwards going along with the waves of sensation flowing through her body. When he felt her muscles loosen and her body go limp, he pulled out of her and grabbed his dick in his hand, pumping up and down quickly, squeezing with just the right amount of pressure before spilling himself all over her belly. He looked at her from underneath his bangs and found her smiling at him and his heart felt lighter. "Having a good birthday?"
He rolled off of her to grab his shirt off the floor, wiping it across her stomach, cleaning up the mess he had made. He situated himself next to her and pulled Beth close. "The best." And he meant it. It was the only birthday celebration Daryl had ever gotten and he was sure, with her around, it wouldn't be the last, but he knew this one would always think of this one fondly. The dream catcher was a thoughtful gift, perfect for her to give to him, but it wasn't something he really needed. Not anymore, because with Beth at his side, she kept the demons away, she was his dream catcher.
Thought I'd throw in a teensy little bit of smut there at the end, because that's just my style. How are you guys liking it so far?