The first time Beth and Daryl fought was one for the books. They had their arguments here and there, bickering like an old married couple about stupid shit, but this would be their first full fledged verbal brawl.
They had just gotten dropped off by one of Beth's friends, both of them having been a little too drunk to drive, and now Daryl was following her up to the front door of his trailer. She stumbled, but kept up her speed, trying to put space between her and Daryl, and that just pissed him off even more. She threw open the door like she owned the place and once she had stepped inside, she tried to slam the door shut behind her, almost hitting Daryl straight in the face. "My fuckin' house, woman!" He not so kindly reminded her.
Beth ignored his comment and threw her purse down on his couch, her jacket following not far behind. Then she turned, pointing that slim little finger right at him. "YOU...are such...such..." her not totally sober brain was having trouble finding the right words "ASSHOLE!" No, there it was.
"Me?! What about the way you was actin' back there? Huh?" He strode towards her, about to get right in her face when he had to take a small breath and mentally force himself to take a step back.
"I didn't do nothin'!" She screamed right back at him, red faced with a glare.
Daryl scoffed at her. "Yeah, that's my fuckin' point!"
He couldn't even leave her alone for two minutes while he went to take a piss. Coming out of the bathroom, he saw her immediately. It was hard to miss the prettiest girl in the place, standing at the bar, drinking from the beer long neck down, with some little punk standing just a little bit too close.
Pushing through the crowd of people, he walked up behind her, getting there just in time to see the guy put his hand out, ready to put it on her leg. One look at Daryl behind Beth's back had the boy taking a step back. Beth saw the change in demeanor in the man before him, and noticed the way his eyes had darted over her shoulder. She turned around and found herself staring at Daryl's chest. "Daryl! There you are!" Daryl grunted. She sounded truthful, but he couldn't get the image of what he had just seen out of his head. "Zach here was just tellin' me how he's down here for work. He's from New York! Isn't that cool?" Daryl really didn't give a shit about the kid, and really wished Beth would just shut up.
Zach, apparently, was still looking at him, but his eyes drifted back to Beth when she spoke, obviously trying to figure out the connection between the two. Daryl felt judged and he just knew the kid was thinking 'What's a girl like her doin' with this redneck trash?' Daryl didn't even know the answer to that one and yet it was one he still asked himself almost every time he looked at her. His insecurities were coming out full force, and his thoughts starting running out of control. He heard his father, he heard Merle, he even heard Hershel - all telling him he clearly wasn't good enough to have a woman like Beth at his side. "Apparently he has to travel a lot for work. Can you believe he's been all over the world? He's even been to Japan!" Due to the vodka shots previously had, Beth couldn't sense the tension rolling off of Daryl's body in waves. Of course she found it fascinating, and that made Daryl feel like absolute shit. She had probably wanted to travel the world, but that wasn't something Daryl could give her. As the short conversation went on, what little self esteem Daryl had dropped lower and his drunken anger rose.
"Too bad we was just leavin then." He grabbed at Beth's arm, trying to tug her towards the door. She glared at him and resisted.
"What? Come on, we're having fun Daryl!" He had to wonder just how far gone she was to actually think that.
"Let's go, Beth." His voice was low but firm when he spoke the words.
"Hey man, she just wants to stay and have a good time." Suddenly the city boy grew a pair and stepped closer to the couple, putting his hands out to intervene. By his reaction, Daryl just knew that this kid actually thought Daryl was probably gonna hurt her. If the situation had been lighter, he might have laughed, or at least rolled his eyes, because deep down he knew he was a better man than that, but instead, the moment that kid touched Beth's arm and tried to pull it from Daryl, he saw red.
"Back off man!" It was obvious that he was making fun of Zach when he really enunciated the last word. He left go of Beth and emphasized his words with a shove to Zach's chest.
"Jesus, Daryl!" Beth quickly got in between the two, placing her palms flat against Daryl's own chest, trying to calm him down. She threw an apologetic look over her shoulder at Zach as she pushed Daryl towards the door and followed after him.
"Guy was all over you and you didn't do shit!"
"So what? Now I'm not allowed to talk to other people?" She looked at him incredulously, throwing her hands up in the air, mentally begging for some logical answer that Daryl couldn't give.
He was able to produce a humorless laugh. "Wanted to do a helluva lot more than talk."
"Well good Lord, Daryl, it ain't like I wasn't gonna go hoppin' into his bed!" She shouted back, he was close enough to see the way her eyebrow twitched and felt the gust of air come from her flailing arms as she screamed in his face, completely exasperated.
"Ya well it ain't like that fuckin' outfit was helpin' things!" He gestured towards those damn shorts, with denim so worn they were practically falling apart, and that little black wife beater that was almost see through when the light shone just right.
Beth's pupils narrowed into slits, making it obvious there was fury boiling inside of her. "Ya ain't never complained before about the way I dress! In fact, you seem to encourage it!" In hindsight, he'd agree with her. Those long legs and that slim waist drove him crazy and she knew just how to showcase them, but now was not a time to admit defeat or fault. No, now was the time for him to put his foot in his mouth.
"There's a fine line between sexy and slutty." Fuck. He wanted to grab the words out of the air as soon as they left his mouth, but he didn't even have time to form some sort of coherent apology before Beth slapped him. The sharp sting across his cheek, no doubt accompanied by a bright red hand print, was a welcome feeling. He knew he deserved it when he looked back into those once rage filled eyes to now see them brimming with tears. "Shit, Beth-" He tried to think of something, anything to say to make up for the harsh words, but she was already gone, grabbing her purse and walking out of his house. He knew she didn't have an immediate way to get home, but for some reason, he couldn't follow her out the front door. She was better off without him.
A week would go by, and while Daryl might have thought Beth was better off without him, he definitely wasn't doing so well without her around. He was like a shell of himself, even worse than before he had met her. He spoke only when absolutely necessary, snapping at the tiniest provocation, going home everyday to drink himself into unconsciousness just so he could get some sleep. His life was complete and utter shit without her, and something had to change.
Daryl wasn't one to beg and grovel, but he would if it meant Beth would forgive him. He had finally called her up, and he was surprised when she actually answered the phone. "Hello?" She must not have looked at who was calling before she picked up.
"Beth, it's me." The lack of use made his voice sound scratchy and he cleared his throat.
"Oh...hey Daryl." He tried to process how she sounded. Maybe a little bit sad, a little bit confused, and a little bit hopeful.
"Can ya come over? Need to talk to ya." This wasn't a conversation for the phone and he didn't want to ambush her at her apartment.
"Um, yeah. I'll be over in twenty." Neither of them bothered to say goodbye before hanging up.
The next twenty minutes felt painfully slow to Daryl as he sat on his couch and waited, gnawing on his thumb and picking at the frayed denim from the ripped holes on his jeans. Her knock broke him out of his daze, and he realized how weird it was for Beth to show up and actually knock on the door, needing permission to come in.
Their greetings for awkward, because he really just wanted to reach out and pull her close but instead opted for a nod and a muttered hello. He got a good look at her and noticed she kind of looked like hell too, face pale with bags under her eyes, frizzy hair that looked barely brushed.
He gestured to the couch, silently urging her to take a seat on the couch. She sat down, stiff and stared at the floor. "I'm sorry, Beth." The words came out clearer than he would have thought, and he felt a little proud of himself. It wasn't often that he had apologized in his life.
She would end up forgiving him, and with the tone of the room a little bit lighter, Daryl would speak. "I'm a dick...when I'm drunk." She would tell him how he was a good man. He would ask her to remind him of that sometimes, just to keep him in check.
"You know, just cause I seem interested in someone's life doesn't mean I'm gonna run off and leave you for them, Daryl. I may chat with them, but we both know it's you who I'm goin' home with." He heard the easy seduction in her voice, trying to hint at what was to come.
She crawled over to him on the couch, smiling with her eyes as she leaned forward kissing him on the lips. What started out gentle enough soon turned into a battle for dominance. With bruising force, their tongues fought as she grabbed the fabric of his shirt in her fists and his fingers wound themselves into her tangled hair.
She yelped when he lifted her up off the couch, immediately wrapping her legs around his waist. He nearly dropped her when her mouth went to his neck, teeth digging into the sensitive flesh. He winced when she bit down hard, and he figured the girl was trying to mark him, and if that's how she wanted to play it, he could go along.
His grip underneath her thighs tightened, and he felt her smirk against his skin. Carrying her into the bedroom, he roughly dropped her onto the mattress, standing before her. She quickly got up onto her knees before him and started pulling at his shirt, probably ripping a button or two as she tried to get it open. When they successfully rid the fabric from his body, she bit her lip as she stared at the broad chest before her, putting her palms against his warm skin and scratching her nails down to the top of his pants. He felt a chill go down his spine but he just smirked at her and reached forward to forcefully yank her shirt off over her head, pulling her bra along with it, squeaking a little when the still done up clasp got stuck in her hair for a second, and then he was on her. Pushing her back, he used his mouth to abuse her chest, nipping at the hardened peaks, tugging at them with his teeth as she writhed beneath him.
When her nipples were thoroughly sore and swollen, he pulled her pants off of her, not even bothering to unbutton or unzip them, yanking her panties down with them, before discarding them across the room. Pushing her knees back to her chest, opening her body up to him, he leaned forward, inhaling her sweet scent before licking up the dripping, bare slit. He felt her shudder, and heard the breathy moan escape her. "You always taste so damn good." His breath against her sent a shiver through her whole body, goosebumps erupting on her skin. He sucked the bundle of nerves nestled between those glistening lips into his mouth, as she hoarsely yelled out his name. Teasing, nibbling, and rubbing at it, it wasn't long before her legs were shaking and her hips were pushing up against his mouth. Her hands were in his hair, alternating between pulling the strands or pushing his face against her. He didn't even need to use his fingers, and she had already came with a long high pitched moan, curled toes, and a quivering frame.
Daryl gave her no time to recover before pushing her legs down and flipping her over. His hands were on her hips as he pulled her ass up into the air, face still down in the mattress with her hands beneath her chest. He kept one hand on her while he pulled his throbbing cock from his pants with the other. Leaning forward, he rubbed his tip around her opening, wetting it just enough before slamming inside of her tight pussy.
Now fully inside of her, he trailed a hand up her spine before grabbing a handful of her hair and wrapping those already tangled blonde locks around his wrist. With each powerful thrust inside of her, he yanked her hair back so her body would pull back to meet his. Every time his cock brushed over that sweet spot and every time his balls slapped against her clit, she'd yell out until finally she was coming undone for the second time that night.
Daryl felt like he went on for hours, but in reality it was only minutes, before he felt himself nearing release. Beth would cum for a third and finally time, her spasming muscles pulling the orgasm out of Daryl with her name loudly on his lips. Her wobbly legs gave out from underneath her, and Daryl collapsed and rolled off to the side, pulling her body close so her head was on his chest, gently caressing her back while trying to steady his breath.
When her heart had stopped racing, and she felt like she could form actual words again, Beth broke the silence. "Maybe we should fight more often." She whispered against his chest and he felt her smile. His own grin tugged at the corners of his lips, but on the inside his stomach lurched at the thought of being apart from her again. He wouldn't voice those fears to Beth, but she did notice the way he held her just a little bit closer and a little bit tighter that night.