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Gasp & Ignite Outtake
Just a little reminder, the original one-shot was OOC, and this outtake will be, too.
They kept picking up new people, and Daryl didn't like it.
In fact, if someone didn't do something about the new recruits, he was going to bust someone's fucking nose.
This new guy had shown up a week ago, and he was one of those stupid bastards that couldn't take a hint. Beth smiled at everyone. He wasn't special. He kept trying to get closer and closer to her, though.
Daryl would come in from working on the fence, and there he was, sitting at the table with his lily white hands folded and grinning at Daryl's woman.
This was where he drew the line. Never in his life had he had nice things, and he sure as shit wasn't going to let some asshole slip in and think he was going to get his dick in Beth. If there was one thing that he still carried from being a Dixon, it was that they didn't share shit.
Beth rolled over in their little bunk and stretched against him.
"Good mornin', Mr. Dixon," she whispered. "What's got you scowlin' so early this mornin'?"
He turned his head to look at her. She was so fucking beautiful. It wasn't just physical beauty either. It was her heart. He would fight like hell to keep her.
"That's just my regular face, I guess."
Beth grinned and shifted her leg over his hips until she was sitting on him. His hands automatically held her in place above him.
"Now, that's a lie. I've seen ya grin. I've seen ya look absolutely lost when we're makin' love."
Those words made his heart pick up a little little, but that's what it was. Even when it was rough and hard, he had never loved anything like he loved Beth.
"It's nothin', baby girl. Just got a lot of shit to do today."
Her lips brushed over his, and she got off of him and went to pick up her clothes. "I know what ya mean. I've got Judith today."
They got dressed quietly, and when they reached the door, he pulled her in for a brief kiss.
"Be careful," she said against his mouth.
He hummed and pulled his crossbow higher on his shoulder. With a nod, he took off down the stairs and listened as Beth followed him. At the bottom, she went to Rick's cell, and he went out the side door.
More walkers had piled up on the fence overnight and several people were already down there trying to clear them out. Daryl picked up a piece of rebar and went to work right along with them. Around mid-morning, he went out the gate and into the woods to check his traps. There were two rabbits in the traps, and he bagged three squirrels with his bow. It would be good enough to provide a stew for everyone, and he planned on keeping two of the squirrels for himself and Beth.
It wasn't that he didn't shared his kills with everyone, but if he had the ability to give her more, he did.
Somewhere along the way, she became priority number one in his mind. That meant a lot of things. Taking better care of himself and being more careful on runs, making sure she was fed and full, looking after Hershel and even Maggie. The Greene family was now and extension of himself. If any of them were hurt, Beth would hurt, and that wasn't acceptable.
Daryl opened up the door and entered the cell block where he headed for the kitchen to drop off the game. He was almost to the hall when he heard Beth's voice up ahead. His ears perked up a little, and he listened as he walked closer, staying quiet as soon as he heard the masculine voice that followed hers.
"Maybe you could sing for me sometime?"
"Oh, I don't know about that. I usually only sing when Daddy asks me to," she answered.
Daryl turned the corner and saw them standing outside the kitchen door. Beth was leaning away, and the guy was leaning toward her, smiling that same smile that Daryl had seen on every rich prick hitting on a woman before the turn.
"Oh, c'mon, Beth. You're breaking my heart."
She shook her head. "Somethin' tells me you're gonna be just fine."
The guy put his hand on the wall against her head and tilted his face down. "Please?"
Beth turned her face and caught Daryl's eye. The guy's lips caught her cheek as she ducked out of the way. Once she was under his arm, he turned and looked to where she was walking. The moment he saw Daryl, he stood up straight and held his hands up.
"Daryl, don't do this," Beth whispered when she reached him. Her voice was full of panic.
He looked into Beth's eyes and nodded. Every muscle in his body was tensed and ready to beat the shit out of this man. He took a deep breath then tossed the game at him and asked, "What's your name?"
He shifted under Daryl's stare. "Drew."
Daryl grunted and turned around. "I'll see ya around, Drew."
"That sounded really bad, Daryl," Beth said as they walked away.
"I meant it to."
Once they were in their cell, he dropped his bow to the ground and immediately walked her back to the wall.
"What're ya doin'?" She asked as he moved his mouth down her neck.
Truthfully, he wanted to make her scream his name so loud that they heard her outside, but he said, "I'm gonna fuck ya," and kissed her roughly.
It didn't take him long to get her jeans off and his own belt unbuckled.
He pushed away from her and drug the mattress off the bottom bunk. As soon as one end was settled against the back wall, he pulled her down on the thin mattress beside him.
"Ya know that I wasn't gonna let him do anythin', right?" She was breathing heavy as his lips worked over her jaw.
"I trust you," he said against her skin.
"I was about to knee him in the balls," she reassured him. "Just like ya showed me."
Daryl gripped her chin in his hand and looked into her eyes. "I trust you with my life. I know you," he whispered, finally saying something that was important. "I's never worried you'd run off on me, girl. He should be worried about me, though."
She turned her head to find his lips, but he laid back. Immediately, she straddled his lap and dropped her lips to his, the force bruising. His tongue brushed against hers, and she pressed down against his dick. His slid his hands from her hair to her hips where he lifted her up and pulled her forward.
Beth settled her knees on either side of his head and one hand went to brace herself on the wall in front of her and the other tangled in his hair.
"Oh, please," she mumbled right before she looked down at him.
"Look at you," he said against her skin. "You this wet for me, girl?" There was no prettier sight than her over him like this. He lifted his head up and swiped at her with his tongue.
"Yes," she gasped. Her head fell forward, and she sat the rest of the way down onto his mouth.
Daryl held her hips tightly but let her set the motion as she rolled her lower body and rode his tongue. This was the way he liked it best. When he got to go down on her, he wanted her on his face. It wasn't that he wouldn't slide between her legs and put them over his shoulders, he loved giving her this power over him.
She was the one in control, and he was hers to do with as she pleased. It was directly opposite of the days she needed him to hold her close and circle his fingers around her slender throat.
"Oh, God, Daryl," she groaned softly. "That's so good, baby, so good."
That made him pick up his speed, spearing his tongue inside her then moving to suck on her clit. He could tell her moods by her words, much like she could tell his by the way his shoulders were set or his eyes narrowed. When she called him "baby", it meant she wanted him inside her as far as he could go, anyway she could get it, and she was feeling really lovey.
Beth reached back and grabbed his dick, stroking him for a second before pulling back and turning around. She pushed his jeans past his hips and settled over him. Her ass in the air, pussy just far enough away that he couldn't reach her, and enough space between their bodies that he could see her take him into her mouth.
"You were born to suck my dick," he mumbled and palmed her ass before pulling her back down to his mouth.
Her groans were muffled now and sent vibrations all the way down his shaft. He was so wet from her mouth that when she pulled back and took him in her hand, she slid over him with ease.
"Are we out of condoms?" She asked breathlessly.
He tensed under her. "Yeah," he whispered. "I fuckin' forgot."
"That's okay," she whispered and went back to licking his dick.
She got about two more good sucks before he pushed her off his face and sat up, leaning against the wall. "C'mere," he said and took her hand. Daryl pulled her over his lap and slipped right into her.
"What about-?"
His hands ran up her chest and palmed her breasts through her shirt. "Just ride me," he said. "When I get close, catch it with your mouth." He paused, tugging on her hair to get her to meet his eyes. "Not all of it. Let some fall on you lips. You look good with my come on ya."
She clenched around him as he spoke, and he tried to think of something else that was just as filthy to say to her, but failed. Her eyes were so soft, and she was staring at him like he was the entire world. It made his heart ache and fly all at once.
Beth's fingers curled into his hair, and she brought her hips down against his. Her breath was tickling his ear, and she was making little mewling sounds each time he thrust up against her. When he could feel her tensing, he took his hand and went between them, thumbing her clit until she was gasping out his name and pulling his hair.
When she was still fluttering around him, he pushed her back again, and wrapped his hands into her hair, forcing her down. She didn't hesitate to suck him deep into her mouth, bobbing and making noises around him.
"Fuckin' hell, girl. Listen to ya," he muttered. "Ya like it."
He felt his balls tingle and he pressed her down hard, making her choke a little before letting her up far enough to take the cum that shot into her mouth without gagging. Beth moved back slightly and took the head of his dick where he was still leaking and rubbed it along her bottom lip then looked up at him with heavy lidded eyes.
"Yes, fuck," he moaned. "Just like that, Beth."
She brought her head back down and licked him a little longer before sitting back on her heels and wiping her lips with her fingers. Beth smiled at him. "That worked out well."
"Always goes good."
Beth moved forward and curled up on his chest. "Let's nap for a bit."
He hummed and wrapped his arm around her, then pulled their blanket to cover them up from the floor next to them.
"For a little while."
Beth woke up alone, and she was wearing one of Daryl's button up shirts. If he left before her, he always made sure he was partially dressed, and she appreciated that. It was just a small way that Daryl took care of her after. She grinned and pull it up to her nose to smell him.
It was leather and cigarettes along with wet earth.
She looked around their little room and sighed happily. This was everything she had ever wanted.
Beth finished dressing and went downstairs to help with anything in the kitchen since Rick had decided to keep Judith that day, and when she heard the loud yelling from outside, she immediately took out her knife and ran for the door.
There were no walkers or men threatening the prison gates.
No, it was nothing like that. She stared wide-eyed as Daryl stood over a very bruised and bloody Drew while Rick tried to pull him away.
"We clear?" He asked. His tone was like that earlier in the hall-cold and detached.
"Yes," Drew said and tried to roll over and stand up.
"We better be." Daryl's words were final, and he shrugged Rick off. As soon as he turned to the door he saw her. He didn't look sorry or even a little guilty. He just shrugged.
He walked past her. "He ain't gonna bother ya again."
"I could've handled it. He's harmless."
Daryl stopped and took two steps back then leaned down to whisper in her ear. "Seein' that earlier ain't somethin' I'm gonna see again. Ya wouldn't like it if it were tha other way around."
She nodded, knowing he was right. Over the last few weeks, they moved beyond just being together, and their relationship had turned into possession. It wasn't wrong or even rooted in controlling. It was founded in being afraid of losing the other.
Had another woman came onto Daryl the way Drew had been coming onto her, she would have done something, too. It was like the old rules were gone, and you protected your significant other the way you protected something equally precious like food or water.
No one stole, no one got too close. Be wary of everyone.
He was hers, and she was his.
And, sometimes, examples needed to be made.