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She hated when the silence dragged out between them, it usually ended with her saying something stupid. They'd only been together for a few weeks; things were still awkward and new. She sighed as they stood around, keeping an eye out for walkers, mainly just trying to stay awake. She needed to talk and said the first thing that came to her mind. "Have you had a lot of girlfriends?"
He looked at her for a minute before snorting and looking away. "Never. Usually just picked up a girl from the bar when I needed a good fuck."
Beth blushed a little and nodded her head. "I've only had three boyfriends. Zach was sweet, but he liked to touch a lot. I had to physically push him away a few times." She glanced at him, noticing the way he stiffened. Maybe that wasn't the best thing to talk about. "Jimmy was nice; we only dated for a few weeks before the whole world went to shit. He was quiet, polite, a little on the dim side, but he was funny."
"What kinda dumbass grows up in the country and don't know how to shoot a gun?" Beth sighed and leaned against the tree. This wasn't going well. Daryl looked at her. "Who was the third?"
Beth blushed a little. So she was going to keep talking, okay. "His name was Dean." She looked at the ground as she talked. Dean wasn't a happy memory for her. "He was a junkie, but I didn't know until the end. He uhm…yeah," she trailed off, leaving it there.
Daryl wasn't going to let it go though. "He what?" He was leaning on the tree beside her now, looking at her.
Beth sighed and shook her head. "Don't matter, he's dead now."
"You better tell me, Greene."
She bit her lip and looked up at him. "He's the one that took my virginity…it wasn't a good experience."
He stiffened beside her, his fists clenching at his side and around his crossbow. "He rape you?"
"Not technically…I was okay with it at first…but I asked him to stop and he didn't." Daryl growled and started pacing. "Daryl, it's fine, really."
"It ain't fine," he snapped. Beth bit her lip and shrank against the tree. He sighed and looked at her before pulling her into him. She didn't say anything, she had a feeling he needed it more than she did. She'd moved on, for the most part. She still got nightmares from time to time, but she was okay. She wrapped her arms around him as he held her. She buried her head in his chest and clutched his vest in her back.