AN: If you couldn't handle the last chapter, then you wont be able to handle this either.
*Trigger Warning* For depictions of rape.
The Walking Deth - Part II
Only Way Onward - Chapter XII
Lasts
There was a sudden loud banging on the window, that left the glass pane shuddering. The heat and moistness of Beth's mouth slipped off my cock and in a tumble of naked arms and legs, she disappeared off the side of the bed and landed somewhere out of sight with a thud.
"You comin'?" Glenn called from outside the window.
Are you fucking kidding me!
"No I'm fuckin' not." I yelled towards the door. "Thanks to you." I muttered under my breath. He just had to bang on my window at exactly the wrong time.
I could hear Glenn chuckling outside the window, like he knew exactly what he had just interrupted. "C'mon man, you want to get that bike running before we leave, right?"
I felt like I could kill him now more than I felt like killing him when he withheld my cigarettes.
I turned to where I had last seen Beth disappear of the bed, to see her wide blue innocent eyes watching me with her chin rested on the side of the bed. I had to fight every primal urge in my body to not roll over, grab her by the ears and get her to finish what she started. But with Glenn outside the door, I didn't think either of us could stay in the zone.
So I rolled off the bed and went searching for my clothes. I pulled on my jeans shirts and vest and then sat down to pull my boots on. The blunts I had tossed last night where still on the floor. I thought it would be a waste to leave them. We could use them to celebrate when we got Eugene safely to DC, I'm sure someone would want to share them. So I tucked them into my cigarette packet, besides my last two cigarettes. Beth climbed on to the bed behind me and wrapped her small arms around my shoulders, just as I tucked the pack away.
Don't start lying to the girl.
I figured if she didn't ask then I wouldn't be lying. I turned and studied her angelic face with the smooth white skin and pink soft lips that had just been around my cock. It's not like I could corrupt her any more than I already had. I gave her a kiss on her hot flushed cheek.
"We'll finish that later."
Beth lay back on the bed, hair spread against the pillow and bra barely covering her tits. I wondered how long it would take to fix the bike and if Rick would be sympathetic to a quickie before we left.
…
As soon as I was out the door I lit up another cigarette. It would probably be a couple of hours of work at least, and I couldn't smoke in the garage. Glenn and I rolled the bike over to the garage and Glenn went around and opened the door for me. The garage was dusty and full of cobwebs, but it was also filled with parts. There was a wrecked frame of a bike in there so I figured this garage had worked on motorcycles at some time. I had worked at a HOG shop one summer when I was younger and the same model had been brought in several times, although it was new back then, and now this one was ten or so years old.
The bike had been sitting out in the rain for at least a few months and it was spotted with rust and possibly water logged. I was fairly certain I could get her going again, depending on the damage done. So I put the bike into the paddock stands and searched around for what I would need. I got to checking the wheel and brake system while Glenn had a look at the wiring harness and got to making a new one.
"So, how are things going with Beth?" Glenn asked casually while he was crimping wires to terminals.
I glanced up at him in the middle of examining the sprocket and grunted in reply.
"That good huh?"
"S'okay." I muttered.
"Do you ah…find the age difference a problem?"
I dropped the wrench I was holding and then glared up at him.
Glenn held his hands up defensively.
"Why, did her sister say somethin'?"
"She just wonders what you guys have in common is all."
I stood up and moved over to the next wheel.
"You wanna know what we have in common? We live in a shitty ass world, we care about each other and we want to survive. It's the same as what you and Maggie have in common, am I right?"
Glenn raised his eyes to the roof in thought and then gave a shrug and smiled at me.
Glenn spent the rest of the time telling me how he used to wire up computers for his geeky friends as a side job before the turn. I told him stories of working in the HOG shop. He asked me why I left, and I told him how Merle had robbed the place and been caught on camera, and being a small town everyone knew he was my brother, so that was added to a long list of my short term jobs. Glenn chuckled at my story like it was nothing out of the ordinary.
When I had changed all the parts that needed changing and cleaned her up, I took the bike off the paddock stands and hopped on to her. I stroked over the fuel tank and the leather seat, and asked her to be a good girl.
"Let's start 'er up." I said to Glenn with a grin and he took a step back, as if the bike might bite him. I hoped she would at least growl at him. I pulled out the kicker and gave it a push. She whirred a little and then stopped. I pushed it again and she whirred a little longer this time, but then cut out again.
"You hook everythin' up right?" I asked Glenn.
"I guess…I don't really know." He replied with a shrug.
I give it one more push and almost came when I felt it rumble to life and roar between my legs. It felt about half as good as Beth's tongue on my dick, which was still pretty fucking good.
Glenn clapped his hands together and took a few steps back while I gave the bike a few revs. He looked just about as happy about the bike as I was with a grin from ear to ear, but then his face suddenly fell.
"You hear that?" He called over the roar.
I shut the bike off and listened out. I could hear it, it sounded like gunshots. I kicked the stand, leapt of the bike and raced for the door following Glenn. We both fell to the oil stained ground and poked our heads cautiously out of the doorway to see what was going on.
Over by the gas station I could spot three cars. Two trucks and a hatch, like the ones that were left at Terminus. The cars were empty, but I could spot the shadows of figures moving about behind them.
"Gareth." I hissed over to Glenn.
"I gotta get to Maggie." Glenn said creeping out of the door way and making a sharp turn around the corner, scrambling through the loose stones on the road in an effort to get to his feet. The Termites were shooting towards an abandoned truck and Abraham and Jason where taking cover behind it, firing blindly into the open space whenever the return fire halted.
While Gareth was distracted by Abraham and Jason, I followed Glenn around to the back of the garage, and pressed my back against the brick wall while I planned my next move. I had left my Airborne upstairs and all I had on me was my Busse. It would be useless unless I was up close, and there wasn't enough cover between here and the Termites to get close enough. We had a huge cache of weapons in the back of the minivan though, and getting there would require far less cover. I crouched low and ran over to the van skimming my hands and knees along the ground on the way and Glenn followed behind me, matching me pace for pace. We opened the back and Glenn pulled out his riot gear and grabbed an M4 and I grabbed two M16s.
Rick and the others clamoured to the vans and started ripping out guns and ammo for themselves. The brainiac Eugene lingered midway on the staircase looking like he was lost. I pointed a finger up to him.
"Stay there." I demanded. I wasn't about to lose our payload one day out from its destination.
"Where's Beth?" I called to Rick as I backed away from the van.
"She's got Judith." He replied before racing off carrying an armful of guns.
I glanced up at the door to our room and saw it was still open. As long as I could keep the gunfire away from the motel, Judith and Beth would be safe.
While we were running towards the abandoned cars to take cover, Glenn caught a bullet and fell to the ground. Rick and I grabbed him by his vest and dragged him to safety behind a truck. Maggie came racing over panic stricken and started shaking his limp body. Glenn grunted and opened his eyes and then revealed the bullet had been stopped by Kevlar. I slapped him hard on the shoulder for making me worry and then started firing blindly in the direction of the Termites until there was a lull in gunfire. Then Rick put his back to the car peeked around the fender and started calling out to Gareth.
"We don't need to do this."
"You didn't need to lock us up. You didn't need to kill most of our family and friends. You slaughtered them in the night while they were feasting." Gareth called back.
"We were just keeping our people safe, tryin' to survive, just like you."
"Trying to survive hey? Maybe that's what it was at the start but then we discovered that we really like the taste of human flesh."
Shots were fired towards Ricks head, missing him by inches. So we all followed Ricks lead and started opening fire again. We rained bullets down on the Termites and hoped our superior numbers would bring us victory.
"We're gonna eat you raw." Gareth called out. "We're gonna snap your bones and suck out your marrow."
Jane and Carl were against a car next to us, and I could see Janes resolve starting to shake as the Termites taunted us. Carl wrapped a comforting arm around her shoulders and continued to fire over the trunk of the car with his Beretta.
One of the Termites tried to dodge between two cars and I sent a spray of bullets in his direction and knocked him off his feet. I smiled to myself as I saw blood pooling out under his body. I dropped the smile when I felt an unusual tugging at my jeans. I turned to see Mix was there pulling at me with his tooth hooked into the denim and tearing a new hole.
"What is it boy?"
Mix dropped my pants and started pacing back and forth in front of me. I noticed he was limping and he looked like he was hurt, but I didn't see any blood. He turned away towards the motel and then back to me, his one good eye looked at me like he was trying to tell me something.
I crawled after Mix as he limped away, leaving behind one of the M16s for Rick and the others to use.
Mix limped straight to the back of the motel and I glanced up at the top floor to our open door. I saw Eugene standing there bouncing a crying Judith up and down, and wondered what Beth was doing. I hoped she wasn't trying to play at being badass again. I followed Mix to the back of the motel and watched as he started sniffing at the ground by the fire escape ladder. I looked to the top of the fire escape walkway and saw the mesh from the window of the room Beth and I had stayed in, torn and blowing in the breeze.
Anton.
I had been so caught up firing at the Termites I didn't even think to check for Anton or Carol. Mix was limping off into the woods. So I grabbed on to my M16 and followed, certain he was trying to track her.
I could see where Beth had run through the woods. She had left a trail of broken branches and crushed leaves and there was even a bit of blood on a couple of branches but it didn't look like it was from a major wound. I stopped to examine a blood covered stick and then heard a soft whimpering. I followed the sound through the bushes and was confronted with a carnival freak show sight that made my body tremble in fury and disgust.
On the ground I could see a three headed, six legged beast. Anton had his knees in the dirt and his pants around his thighs. Around his moving hips I could see a pair of pale white legs caught together at the feet in jeans. Besides them I could see another pair of slender legs in dirty torn jeans. By the side of Anton's stubble covered head I could see Beth's weeping face with a knife pressed to her throat and a thin line of blood running down her neck. On the other side of Beth's face, pressed against her cheek to cheek was the face of Carol.
The M16 slipped from my hand and I stumbled towards the twisted display, dragging out my Busse. Mix snarled and darted back and forth, looking as if he wanted to tear Anton to shreds as much as I did. I grabbed a hold of Anton by the collar of his shirt and tugged him back and down against my chest as I fell to my knees. I forced my knife to his throat mirroring Carol and examined the state of Beth.
I wanted to rip out his throat with my teeth and gut him like a fish. It took all of my will to not saw through Anton's throat at that very moment. Carol still had the knife pressed to Beth's and her wild eyes told me she was capable of anything.
"What are you doing Carol?" I pleaded trying to keep my voice as steady as possible.
"She's his now Daryl. She's his." Carol replied with a sick smile on her face.
"She doesn't want to be his. Look at her she's crying." I looked to Beth's dirty and scratched up weeping, red face, and tried not to cry myself.
"She doesn't know. She doesn't know he loves her like I love you." Carol's crazy eyes darted between Anton's face and my own.
Anton grunted and groaned against me as I held him firmly in place.
"But you're hurting her Carol, and she's like a daughter to you. You don't want to hurt another of your girls do you?"
Carol started wailing and rocking with Beth. The knife was moving back and forth over Beth's skin releasing more blood.
"She's not my daughter, my daughters dead!" Carol shrieked. "She's going to ruin everything, she's going to take you away from me!"
"No she's not Carol, I don't want her, I want you." I lied as convincingly as possible.
"He's lying." Anton choked. "He wants you to let her go so he can kill me. I helped you remember? I helped you when everyone left you."
"Shut the fuck up!" I spat the words into his ear and pressed the knife into his throat so it popped against his skin. He grunted as a drop of blood rolled out and then was silent.
"I ain't lyin' Carol, I love you, not her. She was nothin'. She was just a bit of fun."
Carols eyes looked to Beth and then back to me.
"Really?"
"Yeah, she's not important, so just let her go, and come to me."
"You'll be mine?"
"Yeah and you'll be mine."
Carol hesitated for a moment, but then she tossed Beth's body to the side and lunged towards me with her arms open wide.
As soon as she had released Beth I pressed the blade further into Anton's throat and felt the knife shudder in my hands as it sliced through tissue and cartilage. I tossed his spluttering body to the ground as Carol landed in my arms.
My eyes shifted to Beth who had rolled on to her back and was tugging up her jeans. Mix pawed on to her and licked away the tears and dirt from her face and Beth's trembling hands clutched on to his dirty white fur. My mind wasn't there when Carol started kissing me, and my mind wasn't there when she started tearing at my clothes. My Busse trembled in my hand as I relived the sight of Carol holding Beth down while Anton raped her. The blood dripping from the wound in Beth's neck was still glistening red in my mind's eye. Killing Carol was the last thing I thought of doing when I woke up this morning, but she was too far gone. After what she had done there was nothing I could do to save her.
The clinking of metal brought me out of my thoughts of blood and vengeance to see that Carol was tugging at my belt. I put my hands on top of hers to still her.
"We can't do it here, she's watching us." I said motioning to Beth as she lay there shaking and crying, with only Mix to comfort her. I knew what needed to be done, but my hands were trembling so much I could barely even grip the knife.
Carol glanced over her shoulder towards Beth and then looked back to me.
"We have to kill her you know. She'll just get in the way." She murmured in to my ear.
"I know." I replied looking into Beth's terrified eyes. I turned my face to Carol's and looked into the blue eyes of the woman I once loved as if she were my own flesh and blood. "We have to kill her."
I lifted my Busse into the air and slammed it into Carols back, forcing it between her ribs until it was buried to the hilt. Carols hot blood spat out on to my hand and I watched her eyes as they widened in shock.
Carol let out a whistling gasp and collapsed in my arms. I dropped my Busse to the dirt and then rolled her back so I could look down on her face.
"I'm sorry." I mumbled, lost for words to say to a woman who was once a dear friend, but was now something else entirely.
Carol was gasping for air and choking on her own blood. As I watched her chest shudder as it struggled to rise and fall, my own chest grew tight with the swelling of fierce emotion. I was angry at her for what she did, I was angry at myself for not helping her sooner. I was angry at the world for making me be the one who had to kill her. I wept tears of rage and sorrow as I felt her life seep out from the back of her shirt and cling to my arm in a warm sticky mess.
She weakly lifted her hand and brushed the hair away from my face using the tips of her ice cold fingers.
"Everything…works out…the way…it's supposed to." She gasped.
Carols chest creaked and rattled and then with a final long sigh she went limp in my arms.
I let Carol's dead weight slip from my hands and roll onto the dirt in front of my knees. I lifted my eyes to Beth who was warily crawling over to me with her eyes flicking back and forth between the still bodies of her attackers.
I opened my arms for her and she wrapped her arms around my waist and buried her head in my lap. I gripped her by the shoulders and held her to me melding her shuddering sobs with my own until we heard the guttural gasps of Anton.
Beth grabbed for my knife and gripping it with two hands she lunged towards him landing with the blade embedded in his skull. She crawled to her knees beside him and yanked the knife back out so she could slam it back down again. She repeated this until his pretty face had crushed into chasms of bone, blood, skin and tissue.
While she took care of Anton I took up Carol's blade and forced it through the side of her skull. Looking down on her still face, I could make out the hint of a smile on her blood covered lips.
…
It took me an hour to dig a grave for Carol. I had nothing but my knife and sticks to loosen the dirt and I didn't want any help from Beth. Beth was the one who had just been raped. She was the one who was a victim of ultimate betrayal by someone she loved and trusted. But she was still there supporting me and telling me it would all be okay.
"I should be taking care of you." I told her as she rubbed over my sweat soaked flannel, while standing behind me.
"I'm more upset about Carol than Anton." She replied, looking down on the mound of dirt that covered Carol's shallow grave.
"That wasn't Carol."
"I know." She let out a deep sigh and then put her chin to my shoulder. "That's why I'm upset."
I put my dirty, bloody, nail broken hands to her hand on my other shoulder and turned my face to her cheek and kissed her. The girl was amazing. Even after what Carol had just put her through she was still able to see the person behind the monster.
We stood looking over her grave for a few moments until Mix started growling, alerting us to walkers approaching. I bent to allow Beth to jump on my back and I hooked my arms around her legs and gripped on to the M16 behind my back for extra support. I walked off towards the motel with Beth's dirty and bloody feet dangling by my side and with Mix by my boots still limping. We left Anton's mangled corpse to rot in the sun.
…
When we got back to the motel it was eerily quiet. I jogged to the front hoping that we wouldn't be faced with the still, dead bodies of our family. Or worse, the walking dead bodies of our family. When we got there the first thing we noticed was the minivans were gone. I stopped and let Beth off my back and gave my tight muscles a stretch. I scanned over the parking lot and then stepped towards the body of the female walker that had been pinned under the bike. I grabbed the vest that lay by her side, gave it a shake and then opened it out for Beth. Beth smiled weakly up at me and then slipped her arms through and adjusted it over her shoulders.
As much as I liked Beth being soft and gentle, she was going to need a bit of toughness to survive in this world, and she did look cute in leather.
I grabbed Beth's chin between my thumb and forefinger and tipped her face up to kiss her on the lips. Then I made for the gas station where I had last seen everyone, and Beth dashed upstairs to check the rooms.
I paced around the battlefield of the gas station checking out the bodies that lay on the bitumen. Most of the Termites were dead, but a couple were missing, including Gareth. I breathed a sigh of relief when I had checked every fallen body and none of them were our own people. I lost the sense of relief when Mix started growling and a body emerged from behind a fire damaged and bullet ridden car. It stumbled towards me moaning with outstretched fingers grasping at the air. I recognised the blonde hair and slight build of the kid, Jason. He had been shot, judging by the wound in his chest, but no one had put him down before he turned. The plucky kid had wanted to save the world and got himself killed in the process. I stepped forward and ended him with a knife blow to the head, and eased his body to the ground. I pulled out the knife that was still in his sheath and placed it on his lifeless chest and pressed his dead fingers around it. He at least deserved a hero's honour.
Beth raced over to me where I stood over Jason's body. She was wearing her boots and carrying the Airborne and Stryker and our bags. She told me the rooms were all empty and everyone's stuff was gone. She examined the bodies on the ground and I could see her lips move as she counted each one.
"They left us?" She said turning to me.
"Looks like it."
"Why would they do that?" Her face looked even more distraught now than it did an hour ago.
"They know I got the bike runnin', and they know you're safe with me."
She forced a smile on to her sad face and nodded in agreement.
We made our way back to the garage and put our gear into the saddlebags. I straddled the bike and balanced it while Beth climbed on to the pillion behind me. I pulled out the kicker and gave it a push. It roared to life first try and Beth clutched on to my waist at the shock of the sound and movement. Mix stood at the side of the bike and looked up at us and begged with his one good eye.
"C'mon boy, hop on." I patted the space on the seat in front of me.
Mix jumped up under my arm, rested his furry butt in between my legs and gave me a lick on the face. I pushed my feet on the ground and rolled the bike down to the road looking in both directions.
"Which way?" Beth called over the noise of the motor.
"To Washington." I called back.
"Gareth is still alive, and Jason is dead, they may have gone back to Terminus to check on everyone and take Jane home."
I pulled out my bandanna from the pocket of my jeans and tied it over my face.
"That's the only way onward." I called to her nodding my head towards the road. I revved the bike, lifted my feet and turned out on to the road in the direction I nodded. Beth gripped firmly around my waist and pressed her head against my shoulder, as we followed the road to Washington.
AN: So Daryl gets a bike, a girl and a dog. I am too good to him.
I know NOTHING about motorcycles. The only reason I knew a 'fatboy' existed was 'cause a friend owned one. If the motorcycle stuff is all wrong, please correct me and I'll fix it up.
So this is the end…..
No not really, I have already planned about another 10 chapters for Part III. Not sure how people will receive it after this 'finale' so let's say when I get to X amount o followers I'll continue on. (Maybe 2 more, maybe 20) So share the hell outta this story if you want more.
It will still be full of grit, grime and gloom, but I promise no one will rape Beth. There will be some very lovely moments between the pair and we'll get to see both a softer and more dangerous side of Daryl. Here is the synopsis for Part III:
"Daryl and Beth are separated from the others on the way to Washington. They find a place among angels, and confront demons from their past"
Thankyou for all your support and lovely comments xxx
I'm going to TRY to mess around on tumblr in the meantime. 'the walking deth' (I found out you can make more than one blog)