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Take Me Farther

The loud, house shaking crash of thunder pulled Beth from sleep with a cry of fear. She was drenched in sweat and panting from the nightmare she'd been having. It was still storming, so they weren't going anywhere today. Beth looked for Daryl, but he'd already gotten dressed and left. She frowned but slipped out of the bed and got dressed. She really shouldn't be surprised he wasn't there. Daryl wasn't the kind of guy to cuddle. Still, it would have been nice. Beth walked into the kitchen, expecting to find Daryl eating what was left of the pigs feet but he wasn't there. He'd left her a not with a simple two work sentence scratched on it. Went hunting. She sighed to herself and turned to the cupboards looking for something to eat. They didn't have much food left. They'd have to leave tomorrow, weather it was raining or not.

She tried to ignore the fear creeping up her spine at the thought of being alone. She had no idea how long Daryl had been gone, or when he would be back. The quietness around the house settled in on her as she sat at the table to make a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. She felt like the walls were closing in on her the longer she sat there in the quiet all alone. Anxiety started to kick in and she tried to push it to the back of her head, but when a loud clap of thunder sounded in the dark skies above and the windows shoot with a near shattering force she screamed and jumped from the seat.

She couldn't stay in the house any longer, not alone. She grabbed her gun from the counter and double checked to make sure her knife was still secured to her jeans before she tore out of the front door. She tried to remember the one tracking lesson Daryl had given her as she searched the ground for the direction he'd gone. She could faintly see some tracks, she hoped they were his, and followed them into the woods. She wasn't stupid enough to call out for him; that would just attract walkers and could possibly get them both killed. She kept her eyes on his tracks as the rain poured down on her, quickly soaking through her clothes as a severe cold set into her body and thunder and lightning battled in the sky.

The longer she stumbled through the forest, the worse her anxiety got until she was having a near panic attack. Her chest hurt and her breathing was coming in labored pants as sweat mingled with rain water on her skin. Beth followed the tracks deep into the woods where the moss was overgrown. She rounded a tree, following the footprints, when they disappeared. "Shit," she spun around in circles, thinking maybe she'd just overlooked, but no, they were gone, washed away by the rain. The panicked fear took over and became crippling. Beth shook as she hit her knees, wrapping her arms around her body as if she could physically hold herself together.

She felt numb to everything but the fear that soaked through her body with the rain that fell from the sky. She shouldn't have left the house, but being alone was so much worse. She knew she needed to get up and go back, she needed to get back inside the house, get dry and warm, but she couldn't get her legs to move. She huddled against the tree and hugged her knees, rocking as the fear consumed her, pulling her into a dark spiral. She knew she needed to calm down, she need to get her emotions under control, if she didn't, she was going to have another episode like she'd had when Shane had opened up the barn on her daddy's farm. She tried to take deep breaths, tried to calm her body, but it wasn't listening to her. Her lungs weren't working right, they wouldn't let her draw in a deep breath, every time she tried, she choked. It felt like the world was closing in, shrinking around her, suffocating her.

Beth moved her hands to her hair and gripped tightly, pulling on the wet blonde strands until the pain started to take over the place of the fear and the anxiety. She dropped her hands to her arms and dug her nails into her flesh, digging them in, fighting through the fear and anxiety as the pain started to push it away.

"Beth?" Her head shot up. Daryl was standing there, crossbow raised, looking around for walkers, his hair and clothes wet, clinging to his skin as he looked down at her. "What the hell are you doing?"

Beth shook her head and let her hands fall from her arms as her emotions started to settle back into control. "I…I just…I couldn't be alone." Daryl sighed and knelt in front of her, throwing his crossbow onto his back before he picked her up in his arms. She kept her eyes on her lap, embarrassment taking over the place of the fear and winning over the anxiety that had choked her. She should have been able to hold herself together better than that. She should have stayed in the damn house. The more she thought about how weak she was and how emotional she was the more the embarrassment was replaced with anger. By the time Daryl carried her up the porch steps to the door of the house she was fuming. He put her down on the porch so he could open the door. She pushed past him, throwing her gun onto the table in the kitchen and started pacing back and forth.

Without thinking she pulled her knife from the sheathe and slammed it down into the middle of the table with a cry of anger. Her body was shaking with it. She pulled the knife out and slammed it back down again. Over and over she slammed the knife into the table until her muscled burned and ached. A hand gently fell onto her shoulder and Beth jumped, too in the zone to realize it was Daryl. She spun with the knife raised, ready to plunge it into the skull of a walker. "Whoa there princess," Daryl said, grabbing her wrist and stopping her. Beth seemed to come back into herself at that moment. She stared up into his eyes as he held her. The knife fell from her hand and clattered to the floor as the emotions swamped her, but she refused to cry. She blinked back the tears and went limp in Daryl's arms. "You wanna tell me what's going on?" he asked.

She shook her head. "I saw your note, and I tried, but…I started to get scared, and I felt like I couldn't breathe, so I went looking for you." Beth refused to look at him. "I know it was stupid, I get that, I should have stayed I just…panicked."

Daryl sighed and released her wrist, letting her arm fall to her side. "Did ya eat?" he asked.

Beth looked at the sandwich on the table that she'd left. "I started to."

He moved to the sink and pulled out a rabbit he'd shot. "I'll get this cleaned and we can eat." He pulled his knife out and started to cut and peel back the fur. Beth frowned and looked at him. Daryl glanced at her and caught her look. "I came back, saw that you were gone," he explained, answering her unanswered question. Beth nodded and shuddered as the cold sank into her, freezing her. "You should go change," Daryl muttered.

Beth walked over to him, putting a hand on his arm. "You're soaking wet too," she whispered. He grunted and shrugged his shoulders. "Daryl." He sighed and put the knife down looking at her. She took his hand and he let her guide him to the bedroom where they were keeping their packs. Beth went to her bag and started to pull things out as Daryl pulled his vest and shirt off. She frowned as she dumped her bag out on the bed and looked at everything. "Damn it," she swore.

"What?" Daryl asked, looking over at her.

Emotionally exhausted, Beth fell onto her ass on the bed. "I don't have any more clothes." She frowned as she looked at Daryl. He'd taken his shirts off, unbuckled his belt, and unbuttoned his jeans. She unconsciously licked her lips at the sight of all that naked, toned, still wet muscle and skin. Heat pooled inside of her as she stared at him.

"Guess you'll have to go without till they dry then." Beth shook her head. She was sure she'd heard him wrong. She looked at him, the question in her eyes. "Ain't got anymore either," he answered. He toed off his boots and wet socks before pushing his jeans down his legs. She blushed and looked away, her eyes hitting the floor.

What is my problem, we had sex last night, Daryl in his boxers should not be that big of a deal. She stood and, with shaking hands, started to pull her wet shirt off. Shaking fingers went to her jeans to unbutton and remove them, but she stopped when she felt Daryl's big hands on her shoulders. She bit her lip as they slid down her arms to her elbows, then back up, slowly. He pushed her hair off of her neck and she felt his hot breath reach out to tickle her skin causing her to shiver. "Daryl," she whispered.

"You're like ice," he whispered, his lips dancing across her skin. Beth bit her lip as his hands went to her bra and unclasped it, letting it fall off of her shoulders and to the floor. "Need to warm ya up." She felt his hands cover her breasts and she moaned, arching into his hands. Daryl kissed her neck, his lips leaving hot, wet, opened mouth kisses along her skin as his beard prickled lightly, scratching her in the best way possible. A shaky moan left her lips as his hands dropped from her breasts to her jeans and he pulled them open with such force he nearly ripped the button off.

Daryl kissed his way down her back as he pressed her forward so she was leaning over the bed and he dropped to his knees behind her. She bit her lip, shutting her eyes tightly as she felt his fingers hook in the waistband of her jeans and panties before he pulled them down her legs, pulling them off with her boots and socks when he reached her ankles. She felt the hot blush on her face as he nudged her legs further apart. His big hands skimmed up the backs of her legs, the callouses rough against her skin in the most delicious way. He kissed her inner thigh before he put his mouth to her and Beth bit her lip, gripping the sheets on the bed as he tongued her with long passes of his sinful tongue.

Her back bowed when he drew her clit into his mouth and sucked on it. Beth reached up for a pillow but just pulled sheets back with her. She bit down on them as he ignited a fire inside of her. She gasped when he slapped her ass, the sound cracking off the walls as the thunder rolled over head. "Don't you dare," he warned. Beth looked over her shoulder at him, staring into those eyes as dark as the storm raging outside. "I want to hear ya."

Beth dropped the sheets and nodded her head, licking her lips. It had to be illegal to be that sexy. She moaned, long and loud as he slipped two of his fingers into her slick passage, her muscles convulsing around him as he pumped them slowly, gently bringing her to the edge of bliss. She didn't realize she was rocking her hips in time with his thrusts. "Daryl," she cried out, so close she hurt with the ache.

"Come for me sweetheart, right now," he commanded and Beth didn't have it in her to deny him. The orgasm attacked her with claws and teeth, ripping its way through her in the most delicious way that stole her breath and left her weak and boneless on the bed. Daryl kissed up her back as he crawled over her. He pushed her up on the bed so she was centered on it and pulled her hips into the air. Beth bit her lip, she wasn't sure she could take anymore, he had a way of making everything so intense it rocked her body with sensations she couldn't remember feeling.

She felt the rustling behind her and fear shot through her like a bullet, rocking her body and sending a paralysis through her when she felt his hands on her hips. "It's okay, it's still me," he whispered, dropping feather light kisses to her shoulder as he covered her. Hearing his voice helped push the fear away.

"K-keep talking," she rasped out, dragging oxygen into her starving lungs.

"What do ya want me to say?"

"Anything, just talk."

"Okay princess." Daryl grounds his hips against her and she gasped, feeling his hot, thick length pressing against her. She mewled and pressed back against him. "You want me?" he asked. Beth whined and nodded her head, pushing against him. Now he was just teasing her. "Yeah, I know you do," he whispered. "You're fucking soaking, dripping onto the sheets." She gasped as he started to push inside of her. "Fucking tight too," he ground out as he seated himself inside of her.

"You could talk a woman to orgasm," she said with a breathy moan as he slowly rocked inside of her.

Daryl chuckled darkly above her. "That so?" He eased back into her and had to grip the sheets just to make sure she was still there. He did wonderful things to her body. "Might have to try that one night." Beth rolled her hips as he pushed back into her, staring to pick up the pace. "You're too good for me," he whispered kissing her shoulder. His hands reached around her body and cupped her breasts. She pressed herself into him, needing more. She felt her second orgasm barreling down on her, for some reason it didn't take long with Daryl, he knew how to work her body like his crossbow. Daryl groaned as she started to contract around him. "You're gonna come for me, ain't ya?" He chuckled in her ear, slamming deep inside of her. "Yeah, you're gonna come for Daryl."

Beth got a naughty idea and bit her lip, pressing back against him and moaned. "Y-yes Mr. Dixon."

Daryl groaned and gripped her hips with bruising force and slammed into her, his pace picking up. "Oh fuck, Beth," he growled, reaching down and rubbing her clit. Beth cried out as her orgasm hitting her hard enough to make stars dance in her eyes. Daryl groaned and collapsed on top of her, quickly rolling off of her and pulling her into him. Beth rested against him as she caught her breath. She'd had regrets in the morning when she woke up, but now, maybe things were going to be better. At least she hoped so.

Things are going to progress in the next chapter when Beth and Daryl have to face their feelings for each other and the events that have taken place between them so far. Don't worry. I haven't forgotten that she said the L word and he never responded.