The Walking Deth - Part II
Only Way Onward - Chapter VIII
AN: You might all hate me after this one...or you might love me...
*Warning* Contains sexual content. Poor poor Daryl.
Baby Daddy
I had slept down in the mess hall on the couch by the furnace with Judith on my chest that night. She hadn't taken that long to settle. I paced around Terminus with a blanket wrapped around her and my bare shoulders, and talked to a few of the guys on watch. She ended up dozing off, resting on my shoulder. I didn't want to disturb Beth again, seeing as she was in such a bad mood, so I took her in to the mess hall.
When we were up I changed Judith's diaper, and gave her a bottle of water, and then made us both a bowl of cereal. Judith made a huge mess of it, and I had to raid her bag for a change of clothes. Glenn came in while I was buttoning her up and reminded me that we were going on a supply run that day.
I packed up Judith's bag and took her back upstairs to Beth. I almost knocked, but then I remembered how she had snapped at me last night, so I just opened the door slowly. Beth was sitting on the cot bed, writing in her journal, looking freshly washed and in a new sweater.
"I gotta go with Glenn, doin' a supply run." I told her, while holding Judith out for her.
Beth's fine pink lips curled in to a smile while she leant forward and took Judith into her arms, and bounced her down on her knee.
"I'm real sorry 'bout last night." She said looking up at me with sorrowful big blue eyes.
"s'okay." I said with a shrug, you couldn't get mad at a face like that.
"I'm feelin' much better now." She assured me. I nodded my head in acknowledgment, and tried to force my lips into a smile so she knew it was all good.
"You get much sleep?" She asked, studying my eyes.
"Enough." I replied while slipping Judith's diaper bag off my shoulder and dropping it down by the side of the bed. I took a step back and studied her small frame sitting on the edge of the bed with the baby perched on the end of her knees. I was amazed that someone so small and soft could make me completely fall apart in a mess of soppy emotions. And that went for the pair of them.
"Goin' on a run. You need anythin' while I'm out?" I asked her, while reaching down and pulling on my button up shirt and vest, and then slinging my Airborne over my shoulder.
"Nope." She replied with an innocent shake of her head, oblivious to the turmoil she had created within me.
"You need any…lady things." I asked, trying to think of a word to use that didn't make me sound like a dumbass.
She sniggered at me anyway. "You want to get me tampons?" She asked, with an eyebrow cocked, and a teasing smile on her lips.
"Yeah if you need 'em." I said with a shrug. It didn't really bother me none. I had never had to get them on runs before, because Maggie, Michonne or Carol had almost always come with me, and no-one ever asked me specifically to get them if they didn't. My mom had always sent me to the store on my bike when I was a kid to get her lady things ─and a pack of Virginia Slims─ when she was too hung over to get out of bed and get them herself. I knew what the basic necessities of women were. I kind of felt like this was a better way of asking if she had bled yet, rather than just coming right out and saying it.
Beth dropped the grin from her face and looked back to Judith, while she jostled her about playfully.
"I don't know." She said quietly. "I haven't needed them for a long time. Since before we left the prison."
I rested my back on to the frame of the doorway and crossed my arms protectively across my body. That was what I was afraid of. I couldn't help but think maybe she was being so moody 'cause her hormones were all messed up. I didn't know all that much about women, but I knew they turned into a big pile of tears and tantrums when they were pregnant. I was kicking myself that I hadn't been more careful when we had sex. Even though I had pulled out of her every time, it had always been a war of will to do so, and it had always been close. Damn close. I knew it was entirely possible that I may have got to it a little too late.
She was studying my face intently, her eyes flicking back and forth and her lips pursed together like a squashed up heart.
"Don't worry though; I hardly ever got my period since leaving the farm. I think its stress, and malnutrition, you know?" She said in an effort to reassure me.
I frowned to myself, her efforts failing, and I hoped that it would turn out that all this worrying was for nothing.
"You better grab me some…pads. I don't like the tampons much." She said hesitantly with her face beginning to flush pink.
"No problem." I said, pushing myself off the door frame and making my escape before she could sense the fear in my eyes.
"I'll get some condoms too." I added poking my head back in the door before I closed it.
We took the F 150 out that day. It had the most gas, and if we were able to find a cache of supplies we needed the room to bring it all back with. David drove seeing as he had collected the keys, and I took passenger. Glenn sat in the back, all suited up in his reclaimed riot gear, looking like a tin man in black Kevlar. The little white dog, Mix, jumped in beside him and gave him a long wet lick across his face.
David was going to take us to the nearest Megamart that was about an hour away. He said it was one of the biggest stores in the area, and it stocked just about everything, but he hadn't been able to get out to it since the first few months after the turn. Once we were in and out the gate, David rummaged through the glovebox and pulled out a CD and slid it into the stereo. The CD was filled with Christian rock songs about love and praise of Jesus. I turned to look out the window and studied the wasteland that Jesus had left for us. After driving for about fifteen minutes, the silence between David and I was getting more unbearable than the music so I decided now was as good a time as any to thank him for taking care of Beth.
"I haven't really had the chance to thank you yet." I said, turning down the music.
"For what?" David asked, while eyeing my fingers turning the dial, like I was touching the sacred holy grail.
"For gettin' Beth away from Anton, and keepin' her safe." I said with all sincerity while looking to his face, so he knew I meant it.
"That was entirely my pleasure, son. She's a lovely lady, lil' Miss." He said, turning to me with a wide grin on his face.
"Yeah she is." I mumbled to myself.
"She got a real soft spot for you too. All she ever went on about when she was with me was getting to her sister and her…male companion." David informed me while chuckling lightly to himself.
"Yeah I shouldna left her." I said, reliving the guilt I had felt when I first came in to the train box car and Beth wasn't there. My face fell into a frown and I stared back out the window.
David knocked me lightly on the shoulder. "It's okay, son. You treat it as a lesson, and you learn never to leave her again." He said cheerfully.
"I won't." I replied firmly.
David waited a few minutes for me to talk more, but I didn't really know how else to thank the man, so I just kept quiet and looked out the window. David decided to break the silence by turning the stereo back up again, and I tried not to groan.
We drove on for another few miles, with David humming and singing to himself, and me thinking about how much he reminded me of Hershel. He was younger than Hershel, and his hair was grey and not white, and he didn't have as many lines on his face. But he had the same wise looking eyes, and friendly smile. I wished that Hershel could have made it out of the prison, so he could be here with all of us. Beth never really spoke about him, but I knew she and Maggie missed him. Heck we all did. Hershel was really the closest thing I had ever had to a proper father figure, and I always wondered what kind of a man I would have become if I was raised by someone like him, and not by someone like my own old man.
Ever since that first time Beth had stood by that grave at the cemetery and thought about her dad, I had been tying myself in knots thinking about what Hershel would say about the relationship that had developed between me and his precious baby girl. It had grown in to so much more now than just a one night stand in a piece of shit cabin. I did really care for her, and it would have meant the world to me to have his approval, or at least his forgiveness.
I looked at David, at his wise and warm blue eyes, and his friendly lips moving along to the song about love, and wondered if he could give me some insight in to a father's thoughts.
"So Gareth, he was your son right?" I called out above the music.
David reached towards the stereo and turned the volume down, and then looked at my face.
"He is my son." He corrected, not letting the friendliness drop from his lips. I was hoping that Gareth and the others had all wasted away into walkers by now, but I guess I could understand that David would want them to still be alive.
"And you have other kids too, right?" I added. I had heard him talking to Both Beth and Rick about his sons plural.
"I did, I had two other sons. They're gone now. May god rest their souls." He said glancing outside to the clouds like he was speaking to heaven.
"How old were they?" I asked, hoping I wasn't stepping out of line asking about his dead family.
"My youngest boy, Gavin, he was thirteen, and my middle son, Greg, he was eighteen." David replied without showing the least bit of discomfort.
I put my hand to my mouth and started chewing on the side of my nail, a nervous habit I had picked up when I didn't have a cigarette or something else to play with. And I was nervous about the next question.
"So if Greg wanted to be with someone who was twice his age, what would you say?" I half mumbled with my lips pressed against my finger.
David looked at me and let the grin slide up his face and touch his eyes, creasing the skin on his cheeks in the process. His eyes gave me a look of knowing, like he knew exactly what I was thinking.
"I think it's a little different when it comes to sons and daughters." He said with a chuckle. He looked back to the road, and continued on in a more serious tone. "But let's just say if I was Hershel." He glanced back to me, letting me know that he knew what I was asking. "I would be mighty happy that my daughter found a good man who cared for her, and I wouldn't be concerned about his age."
I nodded my head, and wondered if Hershel really would feel the same way he did.
"You care for the girl, right?" He added, dipping his head a little so he could look up in to my lowered eyes.
I put my hands together in my lap and studied the rough skin, cuts, grazes and callouses that covered them, while I thought about what I felt for Beth. She was the only thing that kept me going in those weeks after the prison fell. She was everything that was good in my life. She was like sunlight in the winter. She was hope in a world that had none. I actually felt like I would die without her.
"More than I thought I could." I finally replied.
"Then that's all that matters." David said with a grin.
The Megamart that we drove up to was surrounded by a huge parking lot that was littered with abandoned cars. It was also swarming with the dead. There were so many dead that all their snarls and moans, merged in to a deafening buzz like white noise from an un-tuned television set.
David pulled the truck up on the side of the road, and we all looked out towards the store calculating the risk involved. Glenn jumped down from the back and walked over to my door, and I wound down the window.
"Looks risky." I muttered.
"I reckon there's at least fifty of them out here, and there is probably more inside." Glenn said, scanning his eyes over the horde of walkers.
"The plus is that the dead keep the livin' away. There's prob'ly plenty of supplies in there." I said, calculating how many I could take down with my new bow.
"I don't think the four of us could handle them all." David said while leaning over and scanning the parking lot. I assumed he felt the fourth one of us was Mix. "We should come back tomorrow, with a bigger group." He added.
I looked to Glenn and we both nodded in agreement.
"We're gettin' mighty low on food though." I said, while rubbing my chin thinking about how sick I was of powdered milk and stale cereal.
"There's another place nearby. I've been there before, and it's almost picked clean, but you might find something to keep us going til tomorrow." David suggested.
Glenn and I nodded to each other again, and Glenn jumped back in with Mix. We started the car up and drove away, revving the engine loudly, and hoping most of them would follow the sound of the truck, and be gone by tomorrow.
The store David was talking about was much smaller, but it did have far fewer dead lurking about. David parked up right by the front, and I got out my Airborne and felt muscles, that I hadn't used in a while, stretch and contort while I drew the string.
I let the arrow fly in to the nearest walker that was dragging its feet so slowly I thought he must have been here since the beginning of the turn. The arrow landed in his chest, and I was glad we didn't stop at the Megamart, because I obviously needed more practice. I asked David and Glenn to leave the other two so I could take a shot at them. The second time I shot the walker the arrow flew an inch over his head.
"Fuck." I grumbled to myself. Glenn chuckled behind me, and I shot him an angry glare over my shoulder.
The third hit home right in between the eyes.
"'bout time." Glenn sniped behind me. I strode over to the walker and pulled out my two arrows, then turned around and wiped the muck from them over Glenn's riot vest.
"Naww man!" He groaned shrugging away from me and staring down at the congealed blood. I sniggered at him and turned back to my targets.
There were two more walkers stumbling around the parking lot who looked like they didn't even realise I was there. I nocked another arrow, drew the string and shot one directly in the eye. Then I nocked the last arrow, drew again and shot the other in the back of the skull. I did miss my Stryker, but the Airborne was so much easier to prep.
I collected the arrows from the corpses, and the one from the ground, and put them back in the quiver and then the four of us went into the store.
As we entered, the doorbell chimed and a walker that was hiding down one of the aisles, stumbled out moaning and reaching for us. I shot that one down with an arrow before it could step out of the aisle.
The store was mostly empty, like David had said. Glenn and David ran through the aisles collecting whatever had been left behind and I went straight for the stockroom. I tried the handle on the door, and it was locked, so I took a step back ready to lunge into it with my boot. Then Mix darted in front of the door and started growling at the small opening below it. I figured there must be dog food in there. I'm sure he was sick of eating stale cereal too.
I shooed Mix out of the way and then kicked my boot into the door near the handle and the door flung open with the handle flying off and clanging to the ground. I stepped in to the store room and a naked dead fucker leapt right out at me and went grabbing for my throat. It was barely more than a skeleton, with its gnarled bones protruding through its grey, sagging skin. Mix grabbed it by the loose skin on its ankle and started pulling it back. I took two steps back and shot it with an arrow, in the centre of its head. Then another female walker stumbled out after him, who was also naked. I wondered what their last moments had been like in there together, and then shot her through the eyeball. She fell on top of her dead partner, and I thought to myself that it wasn't such a bad way to die really.
The stock room was mostly empty, so someone must have got to it before the two lovers locked themselves in there. There was a crate of canned tomatoes though, which I thought would be pretty awful to eat on their own, but better than stale cereal. I pushed the crate out the door and then delved deeper into the stock room. I found a big pallet of toilet paper, and a cardboard carton with 'Always' written on it. I remembered it as being a brand my mom used, so I grabbed it along with a carton of Tampax and I tried to calculate in my head how long it would last all the women back at Terminus.
When I had pushed the supplies to the door, I went back in to look for condoms. I searched high and low, but there were none of them anywhere. Everyone must have decided that the end of the world was approaching and they best start fucking like rabbits. Either that or the dead lovers had used them all up.
I went back into the store and went over to the personal care section and kept my fingers crossed that there would be something left there. The shelves were stripped bare, except for some toothbrushes, and shower caps. I grabbed a few toothbrushes anyway and shoved them in my pockets. I turned to walk away and my foot kicked at something that had fallen below the shelf. I lay down on my front so that I could see what it was. In the shadow all I could make out was the white writing that read 'Trojan'.
"Yes." I hissed to myself and started reaching my hand, through the dust and cobwebs under the shelf. From beside me, I saw another hand reaching for them too, with fingers creeping across the linoleum like a spider.
I glanced up to see Glenn laying on his front reaching under the shelving just like I was.
"No chance." I said, reaching my hand in further and grabbing around the box and dragging it out. I gloated in the fact that my arms were longer than his.
We both stood up and glared at each other like we were in a western style showdown.
"You gonna share them?" Glenn asked motioning to the pack. I Glanced at it. It was only a twelve pack. That would only last me a week depending on how frisky Beth was feeling.
"No way, man, get your own." I said tucking the pack into the front pocket of my shirt and grinning at him.
Glenn reached under his riot vest and pulled out a familiar looking packet. I almost lost my shit when I saw the gold coloured packaging and realised what it was.
"Marlboro lights." I moaned. They weren't my first choice, but I felt like I could actually kill him for those cigarettes right now.
"Hand 'em over." I demanded reaching my hand out.
"You hand them over." He said motioning to the box in my pocket.
I looked back and forth between the two boxes. This was a choice between sex with Beth and the cool menthol taste of a cigarette. I felt a shudder of bliss run through my body as I thought about having them both together.
"You don't even smoke." I groaned, hating the choice I was going to have to make.
"I know, but I might take it up… If I can't have sex." He smirked at me, and I felt like punching him in the jaw.
"I'll give you one." I offered.
He scoffed at me. "Are you kiddin'? Give me half."
I looked back at the pack. Six condoms, that wouldn't even last a week.
"I'll give you two." I bargained.
"Uh Uh, give me six or no deal."
I cussed under my breath as I ripped the box open and tore off six Trojans for him. I tossed them to the ground by his feet, and he threw me the pack of cigarettes and I ran off looking for a lighter.
Once we were back at Terminus I helped David and Glenn unpack the truck while I held the stick of heavenly menthol pleasure in my mouth. It was the third one I had that day, and it would have been a lot more if David had of let me smoke in the car.
"They'll give you lung cancer." He assured me.
"Not if a walker eats my lungs first." I retaliated, letting the smoke billow out from my lips and curl up into the air like a fountain of magical fairy dust.
We used one of the trolleys in the storerooms to move the supplies back to the mess hall. I rolled the trolley inside and began unloading it on to a nearby table. I dumped the carton of pads down in the centre of the room and watched as all the woman stopped what they were doing and glared at the label on the box.
I was suddenly overwhelmed with a rush of crazed woman tearing at the box desperately and jumping all over me, kissing me and calling me a life saver. I had never realised how much women loved their lady things.
After the box had been torn open, and the mad clawing of female hands had subsided, I took out a few packs for Beth and carried them up stairs.
She was laying on the bed reading a book, with Judith curled up beside her chewing on her necklaces.
I put the packets of pads down on the desk "I had to fight mad women for these." I said pointing to them.
"And I had to fight a mad Glenn for these." I said pulling out the half box of Trojans and placing it on the desk next to the pads.
I was on watch that day, taking over from two in the afternoon until midnight. I was brought a can of tuna and bottle of ketchup from today's run for my dinner. I ate it sitting on the rooftops watching the ground below, and smoking my cigarettes. I watched Abraham and one of his new buddy's playing cards down below for a few hours, noting how they were both cheating. Then as the night wore on I spotted Jason and Jane, sneaking into a darkened sideway and kissing in the moonlight, and I thought about Beth and how there was only an hour to go before I could curl up beside her and sleep.
My thoughts were disturbed by the sheet metal roofing creaking and I turned around to see Carol had climbed up and was walking towards me, with a big smile on her face like nothing had ever happened. I turned away and scowled to myself.
"What're you doin' here?" I growled when she sat down beside me.
"I'm here to relieve you." She said.
I took out the watch with the broken face, that Rick had given me and looked at the time.
"Still got another hour." I said.
Carol shrugged her shoulders. "I know, but I wanted to talk to you. We never got to finish what we were talking about the other night." She said with a smile completely free of guilt.
"I'm not in the mood Carol I'm still pretty pissed at you." I growled, angrily.
"Pissed at me? For what?" She said with a dumbfounded look on her face.
"For tellin' the whole council like that. Puttin' me on the spot." I reminded her.
"Telling them what?" She sounded like she had no idea what I was talking about.
I glared at her angrily. "That I'm with Beth." I snapped, pissed that she was playing dumb.
Her face fell in shock. "But you're not with Beth, you're with me." She said slowly.
"Stop fuckin' around Carol, I ain't with you and I'm never gonna be." I yelled into her face angrily. She was really creeping me out with the weird way she had been acting lately.
Carol looked around herself, like she had no idea what I was so angry about. "Wait, you can't leave me for her." She said in a pleading voice.
"I can't leave you if I was never with you." I snapped.
"But what about our baby?" She said with a sob.
I looked at her and carefully studied her face, she was weeping and staring at me with wide crazed eyes.
"What?" I murmured, not even sure if I had heard her right.
"Our baby, Sophia." She added.
I scrambled to my feet and took a step away from her, wondering who this crazy lady was, and what she had done with Carol. "Sophia ain't my baby Carol." I told her plainly.
"How could you say that?" She moaned, clamouring to her feet and trying to grab for my hand.
"Cause she ain't. I wasn't even around when she was born" I said, snatching my hand away from her.
"But you…but you tracked her through the woods. You spent days looking for her, and you gave me the rose. The Cherokee rose." Carol moaned, while pressing her hands together like she was praying.
"Not 'cause she was my baby, 'cause I was worried about her. Damn Carol what the fuck am I gonna do with you." I was pacing angrily back and forth, completely lost on how to handle the crazy situation I was in.
"You're going to leave me. They all leave me. Sophia left me four times. And now you're leaving. I'm gonna be all alone." Carol said, falling to her knees and starting to sob uncontrollably.
"Fuck Carol you need a doctor or somethin' I ain't qualified to deal with your bullshit." I growled at her, flicking an angry finger back and forth through the air.
She crawled towards me over the metal roofing and started clawing at my clothes, sobbing and begging me.
I felt like the biggest ass hole shrugging her off and leaving her sobbing into the roof like that, but I was completely lost. I had no idea what to do with her. I needed to go find someone else who could deal with her.
I climbed off the roof and went straight to Rick who was roaming around the front gate.
"You need to get someone up there with Carol." I told him pointing up to the roof.
We both looked up to the roof and saw Carol looking down on us waving happily, with a big smile on her face.
A shiver ran down my spine, like I had just seen a ghost.
"Why, what's up?" Rick said looking back to me.
I rubbed my eyes, trying to figure out if what just happened was even real. When I stopped rubbing my eyes Rick was looking at me waiting for an answer.
"Nothin'." I uttered and then glanced up at Carol, who was still smiling down on me eerily.
"I'm goin' to bed. Think I'm hearin' and seein' things." I said while turning and walking back to the living quarters.
When I came in to the dim candle lit room, it was filled with the warmth and sweet smell of Beth. It immediately made me forget the tension I felt when I had just been outside with Carol. I rested my Airborne on the side of the desk alongside Beth's Stryker and toed out of my boots. I put them beside the bows and then pulled off my shirts and vest. I thought about taking my jeans off, but I didn't want Beth to think I was pressuring her for sex again, so I just took of my belt instead.
The clanking of the belt must have woken her up, because she sat upright quickly, revealing that she was completely topless under the blanket. My dick quivered a little in my pants at the site of her small pink nipples, looking like cherries on vanilla ice-cream against her pale skin.
"I've been waiting for you." She said with enthusiasm, like she hadn't been sleeping at all.
"Judith, not 'ere tonight?" I asked, while sliding my belt out of the loops, and letting it drop to the floor.
"No. Michonne's got her tonight." She said while throwing back the covers to invite me in, and revealing that she wasn't wearing any panties either.
I groaned at the sight of the candlelight dancing over the smooth white skin of her inner thighs, and the soft golden hair between her legs.
"Take your pants off." She ordered. I ripped my eyes away from her thighs and obeyed, dropping my jeans to the floor, with a shuffling of denim.
"Those things, are nothin' but rags." She commented, pointing to my tattered jeans by my feet. "I'm gonna have to sew them up for you, or maybe you could just get new ones."
"Don't need no new ones." I said kicking them to the side and thinking how cute Beth would look sewing up my pants for me. Like a real sixties housewife. I jumping into the bed beside her, jostling her about and causing the springs to squeak loudly. She let out a cute giggle and then pushed me forcefully off the bed, so I fell on to the mattress on the floor with a grunt. She fell on top of me making me grunt again as her slight form pushed all the air out of my chest. My dick started bobbing up and down as I felt the length of her naked, warm, smooth body pressing against mine.
"You're feeling better, hey?" I asked her, while she was running her mouth all over my chest and neck, sending chills up my spine.
"Much better." She murmured against my skin in between kisses. "You smell like cigarette." She commented sniffing briefly at my hair.
"Found a pack today. Only lights, but they ain't too bad." I wondered if I should tell her that I had given up six chances of safe sex with her in order to get those cigarettes.
"I hate that you smoke, but the smell is kind of a turn on." She said, before running her mouth over my neck, jaw and ear. I started thinking about how much I wanted to hold one in my fingers right now and take a long slow drag, while she ran her mouth over me. Then she started pushing herself into my thigh, forcing her pubic bone up against me and letting me feel how wet she was, and all I could think of was getting inside her.
"Geez girl what's got in to you?" I said as I ran my rough hand over her silk to the touch skin on her back and ass.
"I don't know." She said releasing her teeth from my ear lobe, and moving them towards my mouth. "Don't you like it?"
"Not… that I'm … complainin'…mmm… but what is it…. with women and acting …nuts today?" I said, while she was attacking my mouth with tongue lips and teeth.
"What do you mean?" She murmured between kisses.
"Carols been actin' real weird lately." I said while Beth trailed kisses from my mouth, over my check, down over my jaw and to my neck and then bit lightly on my shoulder. She released her teeth from my flesh and looked up at me.
"I noticed that too." She said, while rubbing her fingers through the hair on my chest. "Think there's somethin' goin' on with her?"
"Yeah, but I have no idea what." I uttered, thinking over the insane conversation we had earlier.
"Maybe you should have a talk with Tyreese tomorrow. He was with her last, maybe he knows what's up with her." Beth suggested wisely.
I nodded in agreement, and wondered what had happened between them two while they were on the road together, and if he ever found out about how she killed Karen. Beth watched me with widening eyes while I thought it over, and then leant into me.
"How 'bout you don't think of Carol right now?" Beth murmured against my ear, while grabbing firmly on to my dick.
She started rubbing her hand up and down the shaft. Then she rubbed her thumb over my knob, and twisted her fingers up over it to meet her thumb, and all thoughts of Carol slipped away.
I put my hand to Beth's shoulder and rolled her on to her back and started returning the kisses to her chests and tits. She moaned when I took her nipple in my mouth and bit down gently on it, before swirling my tongue around it and drawing it to attention. While doing the same to the other tit, I ran my hand down over her hip and to her thigh and drew my hand between her legs, slipping all over the place while trying to get my fingers in to her. It was pretty clear to me she didn't need any foreplay, but I wanted to make her moan using my hand anyway.
"Fuck girl, you're so damn wet." I murmured into her neck, while I rubbed the moisture that was dripping out of her all over my fingers. She moaned in reply as I forced two fingers in to her, pushing through the tight muscles. I let out a groan as she clenched down on them, imagining how it would feel on my dick. I put my thumb to her clit, and brushed over it gently while I pushed my fingers in deeper. When her initial moan had drifted off into a whisper I pressed my thumb in firmer on her clit and moved my fingers in and out of her rubbing upwards towards my thumb.
She squirmed and trembled and squealed and moaned, and I covered her mouth with my own so I could swallow her cries, and save the neighbours from hearing it all.
She was clawing on to my back with one hand and using the other hand to pull down on my elbow and push my fingers in deeper. I kept working her until she arched her back and threw her head back and started convulsing and moaning like a grieving widow. I went to put my other hand to her mouth to try to quieten her, and then took it straight away when I realised it might make her feel like I was overpowering her again.
When she had finished writhing and moaning, she pulled my hand, that was knuckle deep in her, away, and then she pushed my shoulder down so I was on my back. She lifted my hands above my head, interlocking her fingers with mine and then straddled over me.
"I'm gonna fuck you tonight." She rasped, while she slipped down over my gut and wriggled her hips around until my rock hard dick was at the burning hot opening to her pussy.
"You gotta filthy…uhh" I groaned as she slid down taking me inside her fully, letting me feel the clenching of her muscles as I forced my way through.
"If you're gonna be like this every night, I can handle you actin' crazy every now and then." I uttered when I had recovered from the intense sensation of her hot, wet and tight on my dick.
She bent her head down to kiss me on the mouth, and I pushed her back away from me when I realised we had forgotten something.
"Condom." I hissed, disappointed we had to use one.
She let out a groan, and then slid off me, stood up and walked over towards the desk, with her wet thighs glistening in the candle light. She pulled the box out of the drawer and ripped one off and threw it over to me.
I tore the pack open with my teeth, and pulled out the lubricated rubber disk and placed it on the head of my cock. I cussed under my breath wishing it had been a large pack that I had found, and then wrestled with my dick trying to roll it down and force my cock inside it.
It felt like someone was trying to strangle my dick with cling wrap, and I thought about how good it felt to feel Beth's warmth and wetness. The bonus was that it would probably help take away some of the sensitivity and that would mean I could last longer. It seemed like Beth would be wanting to pull an all-nighter tonight.
She climbed back on top of me and slid back on and began rolling her hips to the front and to the back, with her hands pressed down on my shoulders and her neck crooked down so she could kiss me. I was flicking my tongue up wildly trying to catch hers as she moved her head back and forth gently with the rocking of her hips. I was trying to find a place for my hands, grabbing on her thighs and her ass and her tits. I ended up putting my hands under her arms and pulling down on her shoulders as I thrusted up into her.
Beth was doing most of the work, rolling her hips around and bouncing up and down on me, but I would have to take over every time an orgasm would catch her and she would arch her back and throw her head in the air and moan. I would pound up in to her while she rode the wave, and then chuckle at her when she would finish and look down at me like I was chocolate pudding, licking her lips and pressing her teeth into them ever so gently. I was aware that we were being far too loud, for the paper thin walls, but no-one was banging on them yet, so they were either fast asleep, or enjoying the performance.
When I felt myself reaching the end, I went to pull her off me, and then remembered I was wearing the Trojan. I let myself explode inside her, letting out a long groan of relief. I was enjoying the fact that I could give her those last few thrusts while my dick throbbed inside of her and she could clenched down on it, and experience the last moments of pleasure we had lost before. I was panting heavily and squeezing my eyes shut, and when I opened them again Beth was looking down on me with her brows pressed together like she was about to cry.
"Is it over?" She said between huffs and puffs.
"Yep." I grunted, while trying to catch my breath.
She rolled off me and lay on the mattress next to me and continued to huff and puff, her tits rising and falling and glistening with a mixture of her sweat and my own.
I pulled the condom off and tied it in a knot then looked around for somewhere to dispose of it. There were no bins, so I ended up shoving it in the pocket of my jeans, and hoped I would remember to get rid of it in the morning.
When I went to lay back next to her she was pouting at me and looking at me with big disappointed doe eyes.
"What? No good?" I asked her.
She grinned at me and started rubbing her fingers through the sweat covered hairs on my chest.
"It was great, but I wasn't done yet." She growled before pushing me on my shoulders again so I went to my back and then she crawled on top of me again and started kissing my neck.
"Are you kiddin'? I lost count of how many times you came." I told her while rubbing along her bare back.
"I want more." She whispered into my ear, and then bit down on my ear lobe.
"I ain't eighteen no more. I needs my rest." I told her while I stretched my neck out allowing her better access.
I thought that there was no way in hell I could go again so soon, I would need at least a few hours rest, but as she ran her tongue over my throat and chest, my dick started dancing around again, responding to his call of duty.
Well Daryl, you wanted an eighteen year old girl, now you gotta fuck like an eighteen year old.
So I did fuck her like an eighteen year old.
I grabbed her around the waist and flipped her on to her back. "Stay there." I ordered her, before grabbing the pack of condoms and tossing them to the side of the mattress. I went to my knees and tucked my arms under her thighs and dragged her hips in closer to me. Then laying on my front with my hard dick pressing into the floor I put my mouth straight to her swollen pussy and started twirling my tongue in between her lips, flicking back and forth from her clit to her sweet tasting opening. She cried out and moaned before reaching up and grabbing me by the back of my head and holding me firmly in place while she rocked her hips to and fro meeting with my tongue rolls. I moved my mouth upwards so I could take her clit between my lips and I pressed them down around it and suckled on it gently until she was screaming into her own hand and her thighs were shaking against my ears. I drew back from her trembling legs and opened another condom and rolled it over my granite hard cock that was already starting to throb again. Then I went to my knees, pushed her thighs apart and slipped straight in to her and started pounding away, holding her legs by the knees out to the side so I could get deep inside her. I fucked her missionary for a good twenty minutes until she was whimpering weakly and I had filled another bag. I snapped that one off, tied it up and stuffed it into my pocket with the other one.
I went to lay down beside her in a sweating panting mess and she was still rubbing all over me and begging for more, so I slapped my dick around for a bit, with my eye on her swollen, wet, pink pussy. When it was hard again I slipped on another condom, rolled her over and pulled her ass up and gave it to her from behind, while she moaned in to the pillow.
I was fucking like a champion. Merle would have been so proud of me. I gave myself a mental high five as I pounded my hips against her ass, and rolled my eyes up to the skylight in the ceiling and thanked whatever powers there were for giving me the strength to fuck on. That third time I could barely even groan as I came. I was so weak I just collapsed on top of her, and nearly suffocated her in the pillow. She wriggled out from under me and laughed at me, while I panted and puffed and struggled to catch my breath.
I weakly drew my legs up and pulled off the condom, letting it flick off me with a wet snap. I managed to roll over and tie the bag up and then drag myself to my pants and put it in the pocket with the other two. Then I collapsed on the floor beside my pants completely exhausted.
Beth went to her hands and knees and crawled over to me, like a tiger hunting prey. She licked her lips like she was about to eat me. I almost started crying knowing what she was going to ask me. I looked down at my beaten and battered dick and knew there was no chance.
"I fucked you three times." I groaned. "I can't do it anymore Beth, I'm too old." I told her rubbing my eyes and trying not to cry like a baby.
She crawled over me and lay on top of me with her chin on my chest.
"Okay, I'm sorry, old man." She said with a grin.
I laughed at her. Partly because she was calling me an old man, and partly because I was relieved she was going to leave me alone.
She sat up and grabbed me by my hands and started pulling me.
"Come back to bed, you can't sleep on the floor." She told me.
I stumbled to my feet, bleary eyed, and then collapsed on the mattress face first. Beth slipped in beside me and pulled the covers over the pair of us. She tucked herself in to me and pulled my arm over her shoulder. I readjusted myself so I was spooning her, and then closed my eyes and sighed peacefully, ready to pass the fuck out.
"You did a real good job tonight, Mr Dixon." She whispered.
"Thanks, Miss Greene. You weren't too bad yourself." I said opening one eye and smiling into the back of her head.
I could feel myself drifting off into the bliss of much needed sleep. Then Beth started wriggling around and pushing her ass in to me.
Fuck!
I kept my eyes shut and tried to count sheep while she tossed and turned and grunted and sighed beside me. I knew there was no chance I was sleeping until she did, so I slipped my magic wands inside her and finger banged her until she passed out.
We must have slept late that morning because when I woke up, the room was real bright, and I could hear people going about their business outside. I sat up and rubbed my eyes, and Beth rolled over to face me while I yawned and stretched. My back was aching from last night's strenuous activities, and my dick was probably going to need a week long vacation.
"Get enough sleep?" I asked her with a suggestive raise of my eyebrows, hinting to her nymphomaniac behaviour last night.
"Yeah, but I think you broke me." She said reaching down under the covers and then lifting them up and looking down. She pulled the covers down and clutched them to her chest, with her eyes growing wide.
"Oh shit." She mumbled.
"What's wrong?" I asked, watching her blue eyes widen.
She jumped out of bed and pulled on her panties and jeans and then her sweater without a bra or shirt. Then she grabbed for one of the packets of pads that were sitting on the desk, and backed towards the door.
"I gotta go to the bathroom." She muttered, before ducking out the door, and closing it behind her.
I fell back down on the pillow, and sighed in relief, coming to realisation of what all her craziness had been about over the past couple of days, and hoping this would also mean my dick got the week long break it deserved.
"Thank fuck for that." I muttered to myself.
The Megamart was still crawling with walkers, although it looked like some of them had moved on. Glenn, David, Mix and I ended up taking Michonne, Tyreese, Abraham and his new pal Dean along for the ride. We had to take two cars to accommodate the bodies and the supplies we were hoping to bring in. We pulled up on the outskirts of the parking lot, and I took out my Airborne and nocked an arrow.
I could sense Glenn behind me watching and waiting to taunt me.
"Watch this." I said, drawing the string.
I let five arrows fly, nocking and releasing each one swiftly after each shot hit. Five walkers caught an arrow direct in the eye, before my quiver was empty.
I turned my head to Glenn grinning proudly, and he grinned back.
"Okay, let's go Robin Hood." Michonne teased from the side of me, and then lead the charge into the crowd of walkers with her Katana held high.
I had my Busse unsheathed, and took to it slamming it down into walker skulls, getting blood and brain all up my arm, and feeling good about getting back in to it after being at rest for so long. Tyreese was on one side of me smashing in skulls with his hammer, and Glenn was hacking his way around with a Machete. Abraham was taking up the rear swinging the butcher's meat cleaver down into the heads of walkers that were slipping by us. Dean was back there assisting Abraham slashing away at the walkers with a combat knife, and David was trailing behind us looking thankful that there was nothing left for him. When all the walkers were down, I went back around and collected my arrows and put them back in my quiver.
We all started yelling and banging on the windows of the store trying to get any dead inside to come forward. Another dozen or so walkers, threw themselves up against the glass, pushing their rotting lips up against it and smearing gunk all over it, while they moaned and scratched at the glass with their blunt nails.
Tyreese and I opened the doors and they all came stumbling out. We took them out with a flurry of slashes and bludgeons and then headed on in to the store. I had been right about no one wanting to take on the walkers and the shelves were stacked high as if the end of the world had never happened. Only difference was the store stank of rotting produce, and rotting corpses.
There were still a few straggling walkers roaming up and down the aisles so Tyreese and I wandered through them taking them out. I saw this as my opportunity to ask him about Carol.
"How long were you and Carol out there together for? Before you got to Terminus?" I asked, holding my Busse out and letting a dead guy walk straight into it skewering himself in the eye.
"Must have been at least a week, maybe longer." He replied before lifting his hammer and slamming it down into a walkers skull a few times until the skull exploded and a soup of black and brown gunk poured out.
"Anything happen to you guys while you were out there?"
Tyreese stopped in his tracks for a few seconds and looked at me like he wanted to say something. Then he turned his eyes back to his boots and continued pacing the aisle.
"The usual bad shit." He said with a shrug.
"You notice she's been actin' a bit weird lately?" I asked.
He nodded. "Yeah I noticed." He said glumly. A walker stumbled out from the aisle and Tyreese took him out with a wide hammer swing.
"It wasn't just me, Judith and Carol out there." He continued while flinging muck of his hammer and on to the linoleum floor.
"No? Who else you get out with?" I asked.
Tyreese lowered his eyes and started rubbing the hair on his chin.
"I had Mika and Lizzie with me too." He muttered.
I took out a walker that was snarling behind me and then turned back to him.
"They die?" I asked.
Tyreese glanced up. "Yep." He replied, before continuing on down the aisle.
"Did Carol have to put them down?" I asked. That might explain a little why she was acting so crazy.
"She had to do more than just that." Tyreese said shaking his head and looking glum. "She had to." He repeated.
"What did she do?"
"It don't matter. But I think it really screwed with her. Then when we came to Terminus and they threw us in that container, they took Judith off us. We had no idea what they were doing to her, we didn't know she was gonna be safe. I think that really pushed her over the edge you know, wonderin' what was happenin' to her. I mean, even after she saw she was okay, I don't think it really sunk in."
I felt really bad now about leaving her on the roof last night. She had lost four little girls that she had been a mother to, and now she was dealing with her grief in a really messed up way. If I had have been a better friend I would have taken care of her instead of pushing her away.
Tyreese and I stood looking at each other for a few moments, wordlessly worrying about Carol together.
"I'll talk to her when I get back." I finally said breaking the silence.
When we had cleared the aisles Tyreese and I went off on our own path. I went straight to the personal care section hoping to get some more condoms, and wondering if they would sell Viagra here so I might be able to keep up with Beth.
The shelves had been cleared some, but there were still a few boxes left over. I went to swipe my arm over the shelf and push them into a plastic bag before I heard Mix growling and snarling. Knowing what that snarl was, I followed the sound to see Tyreese about to open a door into a store room, with Mix sneering at it.
"Wait!" I called, jogging towards him.
He looked towards me as he turned the handle and pushed the door open.
Tangled dark hair and rotting teeth came slipping through the gap and landed straight on Tyreese's hand. Tyreese let out a shriek and then smashed the walkers head in with his hammer. He held his hand up and I could see distinct bite marks and blood seeping out of the wound. Tyreese was staring at his hand with a look of disbelieving terror on his face.
"Michonne! Get Tyreese's hand!" I called out to her. Michonne took a look at the hand Tyreese was holding up and came racing towards him with her Katana held up ready to cut it off. Then another rotting body came stumbling out of the storeroom behind Tyreese.
Michonne, Tyreese and I all wailed as the walkers gnashing jaws landed on Tyreese's shoulder and tore away at skin and flesh.
AN: Haha, that title was just a teaser, referring to what Carol said to Daryl. Hope I didn't disappoint anyone with the lack of pregnancy. They are just not ready for that yet. I hope nothing was too full on either; the sex, violence or 'adult issues'. And I hope you can all forgive me for what I'm doing to poor Tyreese :(
I've finally managed to read some of the other Bethyl fanfics out there and some of them are amazing! I think the main difference between them and my own is that I tend to write how I see it, not how I feel it. So it's very dialogue and action heavy. Other fics seem to focus a lot on inner dialogue and descriptions etc. Do you guys like that? I can try to put more of that in if you like? Or I can just get down to the story and forget about all the literary techniques. I did try that a little with this chapter, but I got bored lol
PS. I'm really tired while editing this, so I'll probably read it tomorrow and kick myself for posting it, like I often do.