Prompt: Daryl has a dream about Beth (he likes her, she doesn't know yet) and after the dream he can't stop blushing and staring at her.
Better than Dreams
Daryl bit his lip, his hands griping her hips as she straddled his body and slowly sank down on him. He wasn't quite sure why she was there, or why she'd started to take her clothes off in front of him. But he'd rolled with it because God knew he wanted to know what heaven was like. Her nails bit into his shoulders, her body pressed against his as he held her to him and her lithe little hips rode him. Sweat clung to their bodies as their lips and teeth and tongues met, their hands pulling at hair. Heaven was better than he'd thought it would be.
He watched her walk around camp. Actually, watch was a strong word. He couldn't take his eyes off of her. The dream he'd had of her was driving him crazy. Every time he thought about it he blushed and every time she went out of sight his feet itched to chase after her. He hadn't had a sex dream since he was eighteen, after the first time Merle had taken him to a strip club. "Daryl? You okay?" she asked, sitting beside him. "You've been red all day." He looked at her and couldn't answer. He nodded his head and watched her smile a little. "Okay, if you're sure." She got up and kissed his cheek. "You know, I heard you calling my name last night," she whispered before walking off. Beth Greene was going to be the death of him.