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Thanks to Jaime for being so awesome I let her have Reedus for ZA repopulation.

In retrospect Beth would admit maybe her reaction hadn't been the best but all she could think was how beautiful he was as a wolf and how she was going to fuck with him.

She had planned on packing snausages with his lunch but no...he ran and now she had gone from mildly annoyed he'd waited to tell her to full Greene Rage.

Beth grabbed his fallen clothes and stomped over to his truck. Throwing a terse, "I'll be back" at her father she rooted through Daryl's pants until she found his keys. They were going to talk this through if she had to catch him and collar him.

Daryl's mind was blank. In this form his mind was more animalistic, primal and all he could do at the moment Beth walked away from him was run. His chest hurt and his lungs burned but he had to make it home. Maybe he'd get drunk.

As he shifted outside his and Merle's house he realized with a groan he'd left not only his clothes but his truck at the Greene's. Hopefully Hershel would take pity on him and drop them off.

Opening the door and striding in completely naked Merle merely raised an eyebrow. It wasn't the first time either of them had walked around naked after a shift but smelling his brother's panic and sorrow was something rare, especially since Daryl had been going with the little Greene.

"The hell happen to you baby brother?"

Daryl seemed to visibly deflate. His shoulders hunched and his hair covered his eyes.

"I showed her and she walked away from me."

Merle was speechless.

"She walked away an' you just let her. Ya didn't fight?!"

Merle was on his feet in an instant.

"Did ya think maybe she was shocked? I swear if you don't go back there I'll beat your ass my damn self."

It had been a while since Daryl had been on the receiving end of Merle's anger. Annoyance, yes. Pissed, absolutely. But anger was something that they didn't show to each other. The scars were there and they knew their limits.

"Can I at least put some fucking clothes on?" Daryl never dealt well with being chastised. He was too independent and it rankled to know he had been in the wrong. He should have waited for her. He would wait for her.

Beth was worth it.

Beth was also barreling down his road and squealing to a stop.

Daryl ran and threw on some boxer briefs and physically winced when he heard how hard she slammed his door.

His girl was full of fire and he was on the receiving end.

Merle was currently popping the tab on a new can of beer and settling himself down to watch.

Never let it be said he didn't take advantage of opportunities when the presented themselves.

Free entertainment was rare these days.

Beth may have been taking out her frustrations on Daryl's truck. She may also have been imagining his face every time she stomped on the accelerator.

As she slammed his truck's door unnecessarily hard Beth spared a thought to what she would say and immediately dismissed such thoughts. She kick his ass and maybe kiss him.

Or vice versa.

Stupid, silly, sexy man-wolf.

"DARYL DIXON GET YOUR ASS OUT HERE NOW!"

Merle and Daryl were suitably impressed at hour loud such a little woman could get.

Taking a breath and squaring his shoulders Daryl opened the door.

"Look Beth I...
"No you look! I was just joking and you ran away!"

Daryl looked at her in confusion.

"Joking?"

Beth cocked her hip out and upped her glare, ignoring his delicious chest and lovely...arms...and that V of his hips.

Shaking herself she cleared her head of her lust thoughts and continued.

"I was just going to boop you on the nose with a rolled up newspaper but no...you threw a fit and turned tail and ran!"

Beth expected a lot of reactions. Shame maybe or even anger to match her own.

She didn't expect him to let loose full belly laughs and wrap her in his lovely arms.

Daryl couldn't help laughing. She was just so damn cute.

Pressing a quick kiss to her temple Daryl nuzzled into her hair and imprinted her scent into her consciousness again.

He hadn't lost her.

"Why are you laughing at me?! I'm still angry!"

Daryl guffaws had trickled down into silent chuckles.

"I thought you were walkin' away from me. I couldn't stand if you turned from me. You're the best thing in my life Beth."

Beth went quiet and her eyes filled with tears.

He had been terrified and she just tore into him like a vicious bitch.

(Her mind unhelpfully pointed out that if her boyfriend was a wolf that kind of made her a bitch in a weird way.)

"Hey...don't cry."

Daryl squeezed her tighter and even licked a stray tear that wound itself down her cheek.

It must have worked because she giggled and Daryl smiled at the sound.

"Now can we go inside. 'M kinda naked and it's gettin' cold."

"How can you be cold when you're so warm?" Beth mumbled into his chest.

"C'mon. Merle's probably laughing his ass of at us."

Daryl grabbed Beth's hand and fairly dragged her inside .

"Hi Merle!"

Merle and Daryl both looked in shock at Beth's seeming mood swings.

"Well hey there lil' bit. Heard you chewing out baby brother there. Needs to hear it from someone other than me sometimes. Figure he'd actually listen to you" Merle said with a salute of his beer.

"Maybe it's because I'm prettier than you." she replied with wide-eyed innocence.

Both men smirked.

"Well...ol' Merle's going to hit the hay. You two be good now...or if you can't at least be quiet."

Beth's blush was bright but her eyes were twinkling with laughter.

"We'll try."

After Merle left Daryl was left alone with Beth.

In his underwear.

They had just had a fight and his blood was still pounding and all he wanted to do was kiss her and maybe fuck her until she screamed.

You know, the usual.

Beth surprised him by winding her arms around his neck and nearly assaulting him orally.

He recovered quickly and took control of the kiss, slowing it down and delving into her mouth to taste her.

Her taste was almost a concentrated version of her smell and he wondered how she tasted all over.

Angling her head gently Daryl drew her tongue into his mouth and suckled lightly and reveled in her groan.

It seemed, however, his little Beth was bent on driving him crazy.

He could smell how wet she was getting and he was this close to slamming her against the wall and grinding into her until she couldn't walk.

Following her jaw line he latched on to the skin of her collarbone and sucked hard.

She'd stayed with him and she'd wear his mark so everyone would know she was his. Only his.

Gently withdrawing from her with a small nip to her neck he rested his forehead against hers.

"We need ta slow down a bit sweetheart. We've both just gone through something big and I need you clear headed when we do this."

Sometimes he hated being so good. Her pouting was going to get her well and truly screwed. In his bed. For days.

"Can I spend the night?" Beth said as she nuzzled his chest. She'd never known that she adored chest hair but now it was in front of her and on Daryl she thought it might be one of his sexier traits in a very long list she had compiled late at night in her lonely bed.

"We don't have to do anything. I just want to be near you."

"C'mon then." he said pulling her gently down the hall.

Daryl's room was like him; quiet and earthy. His bed was high and beside it lay his precious crossbow.

As Beth looked over his room Daryl fetched her one of his shirts to wear. She was going to sleep in his bed, wearing his clothes, with his mark on his neck.

He rumbled in pleasure.

"You know when you do that it almost sounds like you're purring?" she said taking the offered shirt.

"M' a wolf. Not no damn cat." Daryl mumbled as he climbed in the bed.

Beth threw a wink over her shoulder and pulled her shirt off.

Daryl's brain short circuited.

Though he could only see her back, he was mesmerized. Her skin was flawless and creamy and her unbound hair glinted in the dim light of his bedroom.

As she reached behind her to unhook her bra he caught glimpses of perfectly shaped pert breasts.

Her nipples were already hard and baby pink. Daryl wanted nothing more than to bury his head between her lovely breasts and worship them with his mouth.

"Get over here." he growled..

Beth simply smiled and slid his flannel over her head, surreptitiously smelling the collar.

Maybe there was a little animal in her as well.

Beth slid between his sheets and he tugged her back against his chest, shifting them around so she was furthest from the door.

"Woman you will be the death of me." he said as he nuzzled her neck.

Daryl couldn't let her teasing stand and lay another love bite on the other side of his neck.

She'd be spotted like a leopard by the time she left to go home.

Beth retaliated by grinding her ass into his crotch and Daryl let out a full blown snarl.

"None of that now. We'll talk in the morning."

"Fine. Spoilsport."

He could tell Beth had something on her mind as she was carelessly tracing the muscles of his arms and humming to herself.

"Daryl."

"Mm?" he grumbled.

"Would you be freaked out if I said I think I might love you?"

His eyes flew open.

His mate loved him back.

"Would you be freaked out if I said I've loved you from the very beginning?"

Beth turned on her other side and pressed a kiss right above his racing heart.

He had no more words and even if he did they wouldn't be able to get through the lump in his throat.

He'd had his mother's love sometimes, Merle's and Rick's brotherly affection but he'd never had love like this.

Daryl just wrapped Beth tighter in his arms and both of them fell asleep with gentle smiles on their faces.

Beth woke up with something warm and hard poking her in the stomach.

She'd seen pictures and watched porn but this was Daryl and she had a right to touch him.

Even if touching him while he was sleeping might be more molestation than exploration.

Running her fingers through the thin trail of dark hair on his stomach Beth gathered her courage and slipped her hand beneath his underwear.

Daryl was apparently magnificent everywhere.

He was smooth and so warm as she gripped him loosely.

Beth stroked up and with a gasp she locked eyes with a groaning sex-god.

Daryl was having an amazing dream.

He was surrounded by Beth's scent and it felt like her tiny hand was wrapped around his cock.

Imagine his surprise when he caught a hint of guilt in her scent and caught her gaze.

Daryl growled and wrapped his hand around Beth and showed her how to touch him.

She thought she was gripping him too tightly but from the sounds coming from deep within Daryl's chest she was apparently doing something right.

His hips were moving with her and his eyes were locked on her own.

Paying attention to the ridge that separated the head of his erection from his shaft Beth began to add a little twist to her wrist movements and Daryl seemed to lose it, full on fucking her fist.

"Beth...gon' come" he ground out.

She continued to jerk him and leaned closer to suck his lower lip into her mouth.

"Come Daryl. Please. " Beth was so aroused and so wet she couldn't stand it. She wanted to make him fall apart in her hands.

Unable to do anything but follow her command Daryl came so hard his vision dimmed at the edges.

When he opened his eyes Beth was kneeling above him chest and stomach splattered with his cum.

Beth looked down curiously and swiped a finger through the sticky mess on her breast and popped it in her mouth.

It didn't taste bad like Maggie said and she wanted to taste him and feel him come in her mouth.

The look on Daryl's face was feral as he watched her lick his come off her fingers and he could feel his flagging erection perking up in interest.

"Your turn now sweetheart" he panted.

Daryl grabbed her by the waist and threw her on her back.

Latching onto her nipples with his mouth his right hand slid down her taut stomach to cup her pussy.

"Y'soaked girl. Like jerking me off that much? Like the taste of me? Y'smell so damn good covered in me. Only me."

Beth wasn't a stranger to pleasure. She knew how to take care of herself but this was an entirely new ballgame. Daryl's voice was made for sex. His gravelly growls causing her to clench around nothing and whimper.

"I'ma take care of you. Don't worry sweetheart."

He lay sucking kisses on her glorious breasts and followed his nose to where her scent was strongest.

Daryl smelled her nervousness mixed with her arousal but couldn't stop himself from quickly flicking out his tongue to taste her.

He moaned with pleasure at her taste and he knew he'd be doing this as often as possible.

Wedging his shoulders between his thighs Daryl slid two fingers inside her and almost came from how tight she was.

"Taste so good baby girl. Make you come so good for me." he rumbled into her thigh.

Daryl curved his fingers so he could brush her g-spot and latched onto her clit and sucked.

Beth didn't think she could remember anything other than Daryl's name. She was moaning loud enough to be heard outside the house and she couldn't stop.

She was so close and she loved him so much.

"Daryl!...Pleasepleasepleaseplease!" she cried.

Daryl slipped a third finger inside of her, growled against her clit and felt her fall apart in his hand.

He smelled her pleasure and tasted her orgasm and was extraordinarily pleased that that his facial hair would smell like Beth all day.

She understood now why an orgasm was called 'the little death'. Even after Daryl had climbed up her body she was twitching and panting

"Now you're the one who's purring." Daryl said smugly as he looked down at her.

Beth pulled him down so his weight was on her and brought his mouth to hers.

She could taste herself on his tongue and could feel herself responding to him again. Daryl apparently felt the same way and was grinding his hard cock into her stomach.

A loud knock caused them to freeze and Daryl groaned.
"I thought I told you two to be quiet!" Merle snickered.

"Baby brother, lil bit's daddy just called. He wants her home."

Beth sighed and pushed Daryl to the side and went to tidy herself before going home. Hopefully her father would just take her at her word that nothing happened.

They hadn't had sex...technically.

Mumbling something about 'goddamn cockblocks' Daryl threw on a random shirt and a relatively clean pair of jeans.

Even though he hadn't gotten to bury himself inside her he was inordinately pleased. His mate was happy and satisfied and he was the cause.

After she splashed some water on her face and straightened her hair Beth looked at herself in shock. She could honestly say she was glowing. Her color was high and her eyes were sparkling.

Her daddy would totally know.

Sighing she opened Daryl's bathroom door and ran straight into him.

"Ya daddy's going to shoot me." he said nipping at the dark mark on her neck.

"Maggie's 'living in sin' with her boyfriend so I'd have to be an unwed teenage mother to lose my place as favorite daughter."

Daryl snorted against her neck.

"Like I'd ever let you get knocked up with someone else's baby. You're mine and I'm yours. Forever."

Beth was shocked at how easily Daryl spoke of such a commitment. Maggie and all her friends always spoke of men running for the hills once the future was brought up but here was Daryl offering her forever.

She truly loved him and told him so.

Taking her hand and placing it on his heart he simply nodded and kissed her knuckles.

"Gotta get you home now sweetheart before your daddy comes after me with his shotgun."

Daryl laced their fingers together and led her out to his truck, past a smirking Merle who couldn't keep himself from giving his brother a brofist.

"Glad you two made up but next time do it a little quieter. Merle's not as young as he used t'be and needs his beauty sleep."

Daryl and Beth merely looked at each other and grinned.
They were quiet on the way back to Beth's home but they couldn't stop touching each other. Daryl's arm around her shoulder. Beth's hand on his knee. Her head nuzzled into his shoulder.

As they came to a stop outside the old farmhouse Beth saw her parents waiting outside for her on the porch.

"We'd best go face them together."

As Beth hopped out she grabbed for Daryl's hand and clutched it reflexively. For the first time she was prepared to go against her father's wishes. She wouldn't give Daryl up for anything. He was her future and her daddy had to understand.

"Beth dear, you didn't call all night! We were so worried." Annette fussed.

"S'my fault Miss Annette. I didn't think Beth was in any state to drive home so she slept over last night."

Annette could barely contain her glee and Daryl knew she was already planning the wedding and the kids.

Not that he minded.

Hershel's reaction was more surprising to both Beth and Daryl.

"Good call son. I know how Greene women are when they get a bee in their bonnet. Best thing to do is give them time. Now, " he stood up, "who wants breakfast?"

Beth looked at her father in shock and then bounded up the stairs to hug him.

"I love you daddy."

"I know sweetheart. Now get your mate and come inside."

Daryl froze and looked at Beth.

She raised an eyebrow.

"Mate? This is the first I've heard about that."

Daryl chewed nervously at his thumb and mumbled out, "Didn't want to overload ya with too much too soon."

Beth stood in front of him and took his hand in hers.

"I don't mind being your mate. I know wolves mate for life so I know what this means."

Daryl looked at her hopefully but saw when her annoyance broke through.

"But I do mind you keeping things from me."

He almost whined but kept the sound buried in his throat.

"M'sorry."

She was so beautiful and she smelled of him and her together. She'd smell like that when he filled her belly with his pups but there was time for that yet.

Pulling him up the stairs Beth smiled brightly at her everyone.

"Now let's eat breakfast."