This chapter was meant to be in Daryl's POV, but for many reasons, it just didn't work. So there will be three Beth chapters in a row, with the final chapter being in Daryl's POV.

Song: I'll be there for you – Bon Jovi

The Walking Deth - Part III

Where We Belong - Chapter 10

The Date

The high pitched fanfare shook through my head like a rag doll in a dog's jaws. It was an awful, tinny sound that I hadn't heard in so long, I forgot that it had ever existed. It rang unbearably loud, got louder and then teetered out into nothingness. As soon as the first chime rang Daryl threw his bare back up three feet in the air and bucked and rolled off the sofa and on to his feet, grasping at the ground near his boots for his knife.

"Sorry!" I called from where I was sitting behind the desk, with my hands flailing over the laptop trying to figure out how to turn the volume down.

Daryl rubbed the back of his hand over his eyes, "What the fuck're you doin', Greene?" He groaned, stretched his hands to the ceiling and walked over to me at the desk, buck naked.

"I charged it up the other day; Wanted to see if I could put the pics from your camera on it."

Daryl rested a hand on the back of my chair and rubbed his other hand through the whiskers on his chin, while examining the array of cameras, camera parts and cords laid out among the papers on the desk.

"Why?"

"I was gonna put them back on to another camera, so you could take it with us."

"We're not goin' on some sight-seein' field trip, Greene. The road will be dangerous, I ain't gon' have time to take no pictures."

I shrugged my shoulders and began tapping my fingers on the keyboard, and moving the white arrow cursor around the screen attempting to click on boxes, that seemed to do little but let out a low pitched riff that denied me access.

I huffed and blew at the hair that had escaped my pony and was now dangling in front of my face, then turned to look up at Daryl. "Maybe not on the road, but when we get to Washington you might want to….if we find the others, maybe show 'em what we've been doin' for the past couple of months."

I looked back at the screen and frowned, and continued with my aggressive clicking.

"I didn't even wanna show you, what makes you think I'll show them?"

I was too busy attacking the keyboard with my fingers to respond.

Daryl had said he liked playing with the camera. It was something he had never tried before, and he liked recording his thoughts on it, kind of like I did with my journal. But he also said we had been lucky with the school, it had given us a chance to have a go at living rather than just surviving. He said we shouldn't be fool enough to believe it was always going to be like that.

Daryl dropped his hands on to my shoulders and gave them a squeeze, which felt slightly condescending. "We don't know how it's gonna be in Washington, it might be hell. More hell than it is everywhere else. I don't really wanna take pictures when I'm fightin' for life."

"It might be… Or it might be perfect." I placed my hand on top of his and gave it a squeeze back. "Have some faith."

"Perfect?" He let out an unconvinced scoff. "There's only one thing I've come across in the past few decades that's been perfect."

I felt my cheeks flush with heat and I turned my head so I could press my lips on to his grazed knuckles.

"C'mon, just let me fix you up a camera. You don't have to use it. We'll just bring it. Just in case."

He groaned and shrugged his shoulders, defeated. "Not like I can argue with you."

"Great!" I turned my attention back to the screen. "Now help me figure out this darn password."

"Try his wife's name." He suggested.

I turned over some of the photographs we had placed face down when we had first come to the school. "I don't think he was married."

"His dog? Cat?" Daryl pointed to the photos of the aging principal, cuddling bundles of black fur.

I turned to him and smirked. "Don't think there's anythin' with his pets' name on it…"

Daryl started sifting through some of the papers that were on the desk. "Try that weird Latin shit, that'd be a cool password." He pointed to the schools emblem on a letterhead.

"Yeah, but obvious."

"Not everyone wants shit to be complicated."

I shrugged my shoulders and returned to my typing.

Parans futura.

The white box that I had been attacking with the arrow cursor disappeared.

"You, sir, are a lot more than just a pretty face." I smiled up at him then looked back to the screen. I pointed a finger to the lower right hand corner.

"Do you think this date is right?"

"Maybe. It is spring."

"We never really kept track of the dates after the farm you know...we never celebrated thanksgiving or Christmases or anythin'. Not even my eighteenth." I pouted at the screen, thinking about how we had done little but survive in the past couple of years.

Daryl dropped his arms over my shoulders and pressed his bristling face against my cheek.

"Sorry 'bout that. If I had've known, I would've made a big deal about it…" He turned his face and placed a quick kiss on my cheek. "…and maybe made a move on you a little sooner."

A small smile crept on my lips and then faded away as I thought about how Judith's first birthday was coming up, and how we would most likely miss it, and then about all the other dates we had missed since the turn.

"We missed Valentine's day."

"When is that?"

"February fourteenth." I turned to him and looked at him incredulously. "How could you not know when Valentine's Day is?"

"Never had no valentine. Never even been on a date."

"Not ever?" The incredulous tone remained.

"Not unless you count the back of my truck or Merle's couch a date."

I screwed up my face in disgust. That was more information than I wanted to know. "No. It usually includes dinner, and movies, and dancin' and goodnight kissin' on the porch."

He drew away from me, stood up and crossed his arms defensively over his chest. "I ain't dancin'."

I swung the chair around to face him.

"Why, is dinner and a movie an option?"

He was silent for a moment, fidgeting his hand by his chest.

"Guess not." He said with a shrug and a curiously unusual smile on his lips.

I turned back to the screen to start the transfer.

"C'mon girl." He gave me a gentle tap on the shoulder. "Hurry up with that. I wanna see how you handle that bus 'fore I go out. Got shit I need done today."

Daryl had mixed feelings about teaching me to drive the bus. Initially he wanted me to learn in-case something happened to him, back when he wasn't feeling himself. Then we had agreed he would take the bike in-case we needed to separate in Washington.

Daryl said he had no intention on either happening, but the benefit of the bike was manoeuvrability and accessibility. It was easier to guard the bus if necessary, and it also meant he could scout on ahead if we came to some kind of road block, which would be likely as we approached the big cities.

I was confident with the steering and gear changing, and seemed to have fairly good control of the path of the bus, after the various lessons over the past week. But I was used to driving the bottom heavy truck back on the farm, and the school bus was top heavy. Driving through the course of cones Daryl had found in the gym storeroom, I could feel the top tipping at every turn.

Daryl figured driving to Washington with no other traffic on the road; we wouldn't encounter any sharp turns anyway, so he gave me a hurried pass, and urged me to back the bus up beside the bike ready to pack it up for the four or more hour trip we had planned for the next day.

Daryl never left the school without being heavily armed and in the company of Mix and Austin. As always Austin was excited to go out with Daryl, and wore his pistol in his holster proudly as he strode out the school doors, down the steps and headed towards the bike.

"Not today, kid." Daryl called over to him as he tapped his hand down on the roof of the Honda.

The smile dropped from Austin's face. "We're goin' in that?"

"Yeah, so c'mon don't got all day." Daryl opened the driver's door, slid in, fought Mix of his lap and pushed him on to the back seat, before reaching over and pushing the passenger door open for Austin.

Austin hesitantly took a step towards the car and then glanced back to the bike mournfully.

"What about the bike?"

"We're goin' deer huntin' need to fit 'em in the back."

I wondered why he would want a deer so close to us leaving. It would be a waste of meat.

Austin started protesting, "But we've taken deer home on the bike before, remember my legs went numb 'cause it was…"

"Just get in the car, kid." Daryl interrupted.

Daryl glanced up at me where I was standing on the steps watching them argue. He was acting kind of suspicious and I wondered what he was up to.

"A'right." Austin trudged through the dirt and grass kicking his joggers. He dropped himself down on to the passenger seat with his eyes lowered and his bottom lip hanging out.

They didn't return to the school until about an hour after dusk, and I stood by the gate waiting to open it for them while anxiously tapping my foot, and planning out the scolding I would give them.

Daryl parked the car by the bus, emptied it of passengers and gear and made his way over to me sheepishly.

I glanced over his filthy state, the weapons he was holding behind his back, then into the back of the car and then over at Austin. "Where's the deer?"

He shrugged casually. "Couldn't find one."

I stepped towards him and wiped my hand across the brownish gunk on his forehead. "What're you covered in…is that blood?"

Daryl shook his head and took a step back.

"Nah."

I rubbed it between my fingers and brought it to my nose to sniff it. It didn't smell like blood. It smelt kind of synthetic and sweet.

"Is it…paint?"

He reached out and grabbed my hand and pulled it away from my face.

"C'mon, I'm taking you out." He began dragging me back towards the car.

"Out of the school?"

"Uhuh."

"Where're we goin'?"

"On a date."

I gave a little skip and a jump beside him and then stopped suddenly pulling back on his arm. "Wait…what about a sitter?"

"Austin and Marie can handle it. Marie knows how to feed 'em and take care of their boo-boos. Austin knows how to keep 'em safe."

I glanced over to Austin and he gave me a re-assuring nod, and patted the pistol at his hip. I guess they had managed just fine without us before, and this time they would have Mix.

"So C'mon let's get goin'." He tried to tug me along again, but I slipped out of his grip, and darted back towards the door of the school. Typical Daryl, thinking we could just go on a date wearing sweaty slacks and stained shirts

"Where're you goin, Greene?"

"I'm not going on our first date lookin' like this." I cried as I brushed my hand over my tee and jeans.

Daryl looked down at his ripped, torn and stained jeans, and his ragged flannel shirt.

"Guess I gotta make an effort too, huh?"

Well Gosh and Darn! I had never seen Daryl look so attractive…except maybe when he was buck naked.

He was wearing a clean, untorn pair of jeans that shaped around his muscular thighs in a way that he hated, but I found extremely sexy. He had pulled out one of those black rocker tees that he wore when I was washing his favourite ripped and stained flannels. It clung to the muscles of his chest, and highlighted the broadness of his shoulders.

He had done something with his hair…brushed it maybe…wet it. I ran my fingers through it. Was that gel? Whatever it was, it made him look younger, and like he belonged in some sixties high school, and like the end of the world had never happened.

And the smell. I sniffed along his shoulder and neck, not needing to go to my tip toes as usual thanks to my new shoes. That was definitely cologne.

Dressed up, clean and smelling like something other than sweat, and walker brains, that was something I never in my lifetime thought I would see of Daryl Dixon.

He grinned at the expression on my face, which I assumed looked something like a slapped fish on land.

His eyes swept across my body, from my hair pulled back from my face and clasped at the top of my head, to the strapless floral mini dress, down to the pumps which looked like they would have got the girl who wore them to school expelled.

He tutted to himself and shook his head.

"Girl, I feel like I'm gonna kick m'self for sayin' so…but you're gonna freeze your lil cute ass off, out there in that."

I tossed my hair over my shoulder and switched my hips as I stepped past him and headed towards the front doors of the school.

I winked at him over my shoulder. "You'll keep me warm."

I was a little disappointed that he insisted we take the Honda and not the bike. I had hardly been on that thing in the months we had been at the school, but the spring night air was quite chilled. I was grateful to be able to jump into the confined space of the car and crank up the heater, rather than have the blistering cold, sting my bare skin, as it whipped past me on the bike.

We drove for about twenty minutes turning down dark and windy streets, which could only be identified where the headlights touched. Daryl took a turn off a gravel road and down a dirt path lined on either side by the tall, dark shadows of pines and oaks. We passed some kind of toll booth, which looked as if it had been abandoned long before the turn. I pressed my face to the cold glass curious about where the heck he was taking me.

We travelled for several yards down the dirt road before Daryl shut of the car lights, plunging our surroundings into the darkness. I could only make out the path of the road by the dim silvery light of the moon.

"What're you doin'." I was anxious about what we might run into out here without being able to see more than a few feet ahead of us.

"You'll see." He said as his eyes narrowed suspiciously and a knowing grin grew on his face.

I could sense a change in the road as the soft sound of dirt under tire gave way to a crunching sound. Daryl pulled the car up in a pre-rehearsed manner, put his hand to the stick on the steering wheel that controlled the lights, and turned his face towards me.

He dipped his head towards the front windscreen. "Look straight ahead."

I did as I was told, and Daryl switched on the high-beams that showered the huge and high rectangular board in front of us with light.

I knew where we were now. I had been to a drive-in once when I was a little girl, but the one near our home shut down a long time ago.

Judging by the derelict state of the parking lot and the lack of speaker poles and candy shop, the screen hadn't been projected on to in a long time, but this screen still held a picture.

It was a grand display of colour; splashed, rolled and sprayed on to the yellow tinged white board. Daryl had used the same techniques to make the picture jump to life, as he had with the angel wings on the gym doors and the painting of his dad that we burned. But this image was something more familiar and recognisable to me than any of those things. It was a huge portrait of a blonde haired, blue eyed beauty, who I almost didn't want to believe was myself.

"Whataya think?"

His voice interrupted my dazed, eye widened, jaw dropped state.

I licked my lips, making sure they were still there and they still worked.

"It's beautiful." I whispered, as something clenched in my chest making the formation of audible words near on impossible.

I could feel tears welling in my eyes and I dashed my wrist across them before a tear could drop.

"It's beautiful." I repeated in a stronger tone. I reached my hand towards his on the steering wheel and gave it a squeeze.

He turned his hand so he could grasp my finger tips and then pulled my hand to his lips and planted a gentle kiss across my knuckles.

"Then it looks the way it's s'posed to."

I pulled my eyes away from the gaze of his intense blue eyes, knowing if I stared any longer I would forget how to talk again, and looked back to the giant portrait.

"So this is what you were doin' all day?"

"Mmm Hmm. If I had more time, I mighta added more detail."

"It's perfect."

"Woulda liked to take you out to a real picture show or somethin', but we gotta make do." His shoulders lifted in a shrug, and my eyes traced the lines of his flexing muscle.

"This is so much better."

Daryl twisted in his seat and reached into the back to rummage through his back pack. He returned to his original position with his hands full of packets and cans and spoons. He dumped everything into his lap and began holding them up for me to examine.

"Entrée." He said as he held up a packet of crackers.

"Main." A can of macaroni and meatballs

"Dessert." A can of chocolate pudding.

He handed me my share of our dinner, and I opened up the biscuits and started nibbling on a corner, just to keep myself distracted from the swirl of emotions that were building inside me. I wasn't even hungry; my tummy was doing too many flip flops to even think about eating.

Daryl popped the lid on the can of meatballs and began digging into them with a spoon, and I watched him with dopey love sick eyes as he shovelled wobbly meatballs and pasta into his mouth.

Shaking myself back to sense, I gestured towards the big screen in front of us. "So tell me about this movie."

Daryl swallowed his mouthful. "Well it's about this beauty. She meets a beast. He had some spell cast on 'im when he was a kid. Told he could never be anythin' but a nobody 'less he found this special girl."

He went silent, dropping his eyes down to his can thoughtfully, and returned to shovelling the meatballs into his mouth.

"And did he meet her?"

Daryl rubbed his arm over his mouth and gave me a nod.

"Yep. She kissed 'im and turned 'im into prince charmin'. Now he goes on dates and wears cologne and shit."

I giggled at him, and returned to nibbling on my crackers in an effort to settle my stomach. I thought back to only a few months ago. I never imagined Daryl showering, let alone wearing cologne.

He emptied his can, rolled down the window and tossed the can out through the gap.

"Got somethin else too."

He rummaged through the glove compartment of the Honda and pulled out three faded and ancient looking compact disc cases.

"Music?" I stopped myself from clapping my hands in excitement like a schoolgirl.

He fanned them out for me.

"I got Guns 'n' roses, Bon Jovi, and Aerosmith."

I couldn't help but furrow a brow at his selection. They were bands that I had only heard about. Other than a bit of Bon Jovi's newer stuff, I didn't think I had even listened to the others. They were even before Maggie's time.

"Aerosmith? Daryl, those bands are so…old." Although not as old as him…

"They were the only ones I knew that did kissy songs."

I tried to stifle another giggle as I thought of Daryl listening to 'kissy songs'.

"Why you laughin?" He dropped the discs down into the centre console and pouted at the steering wheel, shoulders suddenly tensed. "I'm no good at this shit. Knew I shoulda got Taylor Swift."

I leaned over and brushed a kiss against the whiskers on his cheek while I grabbed at a random case in the console.

"They're fine." I looked to the disc case in my hand. "Bon Jovi is perfect."

I opened the cover and slipped it into the player and waited for the music to start. It was a lively blend of country, pop and rock, and I started wishing I had listened to them earlier.

I settled back into my seat and absorbed the tune of the lead guitarist and tried to pick the chords he was playing.

"So what're we s'posed to do on a date anyways?"

I shrugged my shoulders. "Just talk, get to know each other."

"We've known each other for two years."

"We don't know everythin' about each other though."

"What else is there to know?"

Turning my body towards him, I placed a hand on the backrest of my seat, and chewed on my lip thoughtfully.

"Well…what's your favourite colour?"

"I dunno...what's yours?"

I didn't have to think about that for too long. It was a colour that made no sense in the world we currently lived in.

"White."

"Why white?"

"'Cause it's so pure and clean. It's like a fresh start for everythin'."

Daryl rubbed his fingers over his chin thoughtfully.

"Ok well I guess my favourite colour is black."

"Why?"

"'Cause it hides all the shit you don't want people seein'."

His other hand was resting on his knee, and I reached over and took it in mine and gave it a squeeze.

"You got more you wanna hide from me?"

He shook his head, smiled at me and returned the squeeze.

"What's your favourite food?" I asked him, changing the subject before we got all emotional and ruined our date.

"Those meatballs were pretty good." He nodded his head towards the window he had just thrown the empty can out of.

"Really? Nothin' that doesn't come from a can?"

Daryl stared ahead for a few moments while he chewed on the side of his fingernail.

"My mom used to make these trail mix cookies. They were always burnt...they tasted like a tobacco chewing cat's hairball. But when she made 'em I knew she was happy…so it made me happy." A peaceful smile grew on his lips while he gazed into nothingness, and I mirrored the look. After a few seconds he turned his gaze back to me. "How 'bout you?"

"My mom made this amazin' peach cobbler." I smiled to myself as I thought about my mom in the kitchen with an apron tied about her waist and the smell of baked cobbler filling every room in the house.

"But I did get kinda sick of peaches." I screwed up my nose. Peaches had been a staple back at the farm, and even these days canned peaches were just about always on the menu. "My real favourite was…"

I chuckled softly to myself, thinking back to a comment Daryl had made once upon a time an age ago.

"What?"

"Frozen yogurt."

He chuckled. "Knew you were a frozen yogurt kinda girl."

The song switched to a slow rock power ballad, and my eyes were drawn to the flashing lights on the display of the player.

"What was your favourite band?"

Daryl shrugged. "I don't really have a favourite. I ain't really listened to no music, just whatever was on the radio. Sometimes a band would come play at the bar. Some o' them were good, most were awful."

His eyes drew into a squint as he looked me over.

"Don't know if she'll ever be in a band, but my favourite singer…Beth Greene."

I smiled at him, and leant into kiss him, and then stopped short as I thought of something better.

"C'mon." I said as I pushed the car door open, and stepped out into the chill of the night.

"Where're we goin'?" He called to me, as he opened his door and stepped out.

I circled around the car and made my way over to him, grabbed both his hands and pulled him in front of the car so we were illuminated by the high lights of the car.

"Dancin'."

Daryl pulled his hands from my grip and took a defensive step backward.

"Told you I ain't dancin'."

"C'mon it's easy. Just put your hands here…" I pulled his hands around my waist and rested them on my lower back. "…And I'll put mine here." I dropped my hands onto his shoulders. "…and we just sway to the rhythm of the music." I began gently swaying from side to side, and with a sigh Daryl gave into my gentle tugs and began to mimic my movement.

"And you might hold me close and whisper sweet things in my ear."

Daryl tightened his grip on my back and drew me into the warmth of his chest. I reached my arms further around his neck and dropped my head onto his shoulder.

His lips brushed against my ear.

"Like what?" he whispered, sending a chill through my body.

"I don't know…You don't have to, just bein' held by you is nice."

I closed my eyes and felt myself drift into a place of warmth and safety as he swayed me slowly back and forth. I could have fallen asleep right there and then in his embrace, forgetting about the cold, and the dangers of the world. Then a low rumbling in his chest startled me back to present. He was singing in a soft raspy barely audible voice, along with the song on the stereo that was humming out of the open doors.

I'll be there for you
I'd live and I'd die for you
I'd steal the sun from the sky for you
Words can't say what love can do
I'll be there for you

His singing was both the most horrid and beautiful thing I had ever heard in my life. The pitch was all wrong, he couldn't carry a tune in a bucket, but his voice thrummed through my body, causing my hairs to stand on end and my heart to skip multiple beats.

"Daryl Dixon, are you singin'?" I spoke the words into the heated black cotton of his tee.

He suddenly stilled, which made me lift my head and look to his face, drawn in concern.

"We got company." He muttered.

I followed his gaze over my shoulder to see a male walker ambling towards us, in grey tattered clothing that looked as if it had become one with his rotting flesh. His foot looked to be broken, snapped at the ankle, and he dragged it along behind him, making a horrible swishing sound against the loose gravel.

"All that music and singin'." I quipped playfully.

Daryl pulled away from me and turned back towards the car.

"We should go anyway, get back to the kids."

Sighing in frustration, I flipped the bird at the walker for ruining our date, and then went back to the passenger side of the car.

I dropped myself down on the seat and slammed the door behind me. A shudder ran through my body as the warm air hit my icy skin.

Daryl turned down the music and went to turn the ignition. Examining the flex of his bicep as he reached forward, I put my hand on top of his to still him. I wasn't about to let one measly walker ruin our first date.

I twitched my fingers against his. "There's one other thing that sometimes happens on dates."

"What's that?"

"Well this isn't your truck…or Merle's couch…but I think we could figure…somethin' out."

Daryl's lip quirked at the side, and he began rubbing the fingers of his spare hand together. With the quirk turning into a full grin, he turned in his seat to look in the back.

"You wanna do it…in a hatch?"

I tossed my hair about my shoulders, and tucked my fingers under his hand, rubbing my thumb against the side of his little finger.

"Sure why not?"

"It ain't the most romantic place to do it… I don' even think I can move in 'ere."

Grinning, I slipped off my pumps, wriggled my way on to my knees and kicked a leg out to reach over Daryl's thighs. After some head banging and horn tooting I was in position, straddled over him in the driver's seat. The heating and moistening spot between my legs pushed against the firm denim, covering the fly of his jeans.

"You stay still and I'll do the movin'."

Daryl's face pinched together as the smile on his lips fought the frown on his brow.

"Wouldn't you rather wait til we get home?"

I shook my head and began tugging at the hem of his shirt, I had to shift backwards to get my hands under it and my back knocked against the horn again.

"No…I have to do it in a car at least once…it's like a rite of passage, right?"

Daryl drew in a shaky breath, and dropped his eyes to where my hands were tugging on his shirt. "Beth."

He pulled his shirt back down and glared past me towards the front windshield. I followed his line of sight to see the male walker from before throw himself on to the bonnet of the car with a thump. The light from the headlights lit him up making his hollow features glow like a Halloween decoration.

"Maybe I should take care of 'im first?" Daryl nodded to the walker.

"Don't worry about him. It's only one, and he can't get in."

With a defeated sigh, Daryl moved his hands from mine, and I resumed tugging the shirt over his head and tossing it on to the passenger seat.

I leaned forward, tucking my face into his neck, inhaling the scent of his cologne and running my tongue along his hot and salty flesh from the base of his neck up to his ear. My fingers danced along the bare flesh of his belly and I felt Daryl shudder in response beneath me. His hands slipped forward from atop my exposed thighs, across my backside and rested on my lower back.

He tugged me towards him, pressing me into his bare chest. I moved my kisses from his ear to his whiskered cheek and then found my way to his lips.

We both groaned as our lips parted and interlocked and our tongues met with a gentle, shallow flicking.

Daryl's hands crept up my back, up to the tingling flesh on my shoulder blades. I felt him tuck his fingers into the top band of my dress, and he began tugging it down slowly, stopping when the fabric slipped under my breasts.

With his fingers still tucked into the band, he slid them under my arms and across my ribs. His hands left the band, and moving upwards, gently cupped and squeezed my breasts while his mouth continued to work against mine.

He began pressing me backwards and his kisses left my lips and made their way down to my chin, then to the column of my throat as I arched my neck.

As he made his way down the centre of my chest I leaned back further until I hit the horn again causing us both to jump.

Daryl chuckled hot air between my breasts.

"This is the worst idea you've ever had, Greene." He teased playfully, and then tenderly clamped down on one of my nipples with his teeth, while he gently pinched the other between his thumb and forefinger.

I jumped at the sudden sensation, knocking into the horn again, and he chuckled once more. He reached his hand down the side of the driver's chair, and with a flex of his bicep the chair ground, vibrated and slid back a few inches.

Shifting his hands to support my lower back, Daryl continued to move his mouth down my chest until he reached just above my belly button, and I arched my back carefully, allowing him better access, and trying to avoid hitting the horn again.

Daryl's hands slipped from supporting my back downward, to below my bundled up dress, and he began tugging on my underpants.

Leaning on the door for support I brought my leg up and placed it onto his lap, and then with a good deal of manoeuvring, unladylike twisting and horn honking I managed to remove my underpants and toss them on top of his shirt.

We both jumped again when another walker threw its decaying face up against the driver's side window and pressed its rotting teeth into the glass.

"Bad idea." Daryl groaned as he turned his head to the back seat where our bows lay.

I grabbed his head between my hands, turned him to face me, and planted a hot and heavy kiss on his lips

After an initial hesitancy, his kisses met my forcefulness, and his hands pulled against my back firmly, pressing my bare breasts into his chest.

My hands slipped from his cheeks down to his strong shoulders. I trailed my fingers along his chest and over his belly until I got to the buckle of his belt. Without removing my mouth from his, I tugged at his belt until it was loose, and then slipped a hand inside his pants and wrapped it around the rock hard length of him.

I began stroking it slowly and firmly, giving my wrist a little twist as I reached the end. His hands kneaded against my backside, slowly making their way underneath my thighs until they brushed against the moist, hot spot between my legs.

He spread his legs apart a little, which caused my legs to part, and then I could feel his fingers pressing at my opening, brushing over it lightly, spreading the moisture around and teasing me into a state of heightened anticipation.

My hand tugged and pulled firmer and quicker as he continued to tease, until he was groaning and rocking his hips to meet with my movements.

He parted my lips and slipped a finger inside me and I felt myself clench against it as an hot and icy wave washed over me and crashed between my legs.

His lips left mine and he tucked his face into my neck as he gripped me firmly on the backside with one hand, and worked my sensitive parts with his other, pushing his hand firmly against the slick tender flesh, as his finger delved deeper.

When the first orgasm hit me, I threw myself backwards instinctively and hit the horn again, but I was too in the zone to jump or laugh or be concerned about how many more walkers it would draw. I continued to moan up to the vinyl ceiling of the car as my body convulsed and clenched around his finger.

When the pulsing was over, Daryl's hands left me and went to the waist of his jeans. Lifting his hips and me along with it, he began shuffling his jeans down to his thighs.

He held himself at the base, and began rubbing his end against my ready opening. I was about to force myself down on him, when I caught his concerned expression as his eyes scanned the glass behind me.

I turned around to see a group of four walkers shuffling towards us with their arms stretched towards the glaring headlights.

"Make it quick." I breathed as I pushed myself down on top of him, and we both let out a groan as he stretched through my aroused and expectant muscles.

"Fuck…Shit…Greene…Stop!" He called to me while I rocked my hips back and forth over him.

"What?" I gasped, with irritation in my voice, annoyed at him for interrupting my flow of movement.

He began reaching down his leg, patting his hand over his jeans that were bundled around his thighs, while his belt chinked and clanked.

Grabbing hold of his shoulders I tugged him against my body and began gyrating my hips, absorbing the sensation of his full length massaging the inside of me.

"Condom." Daryl gasped as he produced the square package and tore at it with his teeth.

Determined I wasn't going to ruin the climax I was about to experience, I locked my hips down on his and continued with the rolling, tucking and writhing motion.

Daryl slapped his hand against the driver side window that had covered with fog in the last few minutes, as our panting breaths filled the air with moisture and heat. His fingers, that were still holding the unwrapped condom, dragged across the glass leaving clear marks in the fog that reminded me of a scene in a movie I had seen once when I was little, that I had never quite understood.

"Fuuuuck." He groaned, as my body began convulsing and clenching around his length in continuous waves.

I let out a squeal and a long throaty moan as I continued to rock my hips, riding out the waves of pleasure.

I could feel him throbbing inside me. The condom dropped from his fingers, and I knew we were well past the point of using it…not that it mattered anymore anyway.

When both of our convulsions had stopped, I squeezed him firmly against my chest, and stroked my hands along his bare sweat covered back, and waited for our breathing to synchronize and regulate.

"That wasn't so bad was it?" I breathed into his ear.

"That was very bad… You were very bad… I don't know what the fuck I'm gonna do with you, girl."

Leaning back, I tossed my hair about my shoulders and fluttered my lashes innocently, and he chuckled while shaking his head slowly from side to side.

"You're fuckin' beautiful, girl."

I felt him stir inside me again, and I chewed my lip, wondering if we could go again so soon.

The sudden realisation that the hatch was shifting from side to side without us moving it, made me re-think it all. I turned my head around to examine the view through the fogged up windows. There was a walker covering every inch of glass, moaning and groaning and clawing at the misty barrier. I had been so caught up in the moment, I hadn't even heard them scratching and thumping against the car.

I sighed dejectedly. "Guess we should get outta here."

Holding myself between the legs, I pulled off of him and rolled back onto the passenger seat, kicking the horn with my foot one last time as I went.

I handed Daryl back his shirt and tugged my dress in both directions returning it to its former state, and then searched on the floor for my underwear.

Daryl tugged his jeans up, pulled his shirt over his head, and then started the car up, and put her into gear. He mowed straight through the cluster of walkers, sending limp bodies up into the air and smearing the windscreen in blood and muck.

On the remainder of the trip home, I kept my head on his shoulder, and he held my hand firmly in his, only letting go to shift gears.

I sighed to myself, pleased. "Even with the walkers interrupting, that was an amazing date, Mr Dixon."

He grinned and squeezed my hand.

"I think I might even let you kiss me goodnight." I teased.

He quirked a suggestive eyebrow at me. "I'm hopin' for more than that."

It felt like a surreal dream, and I almost didn't want to return to the school and face the reality that we would be on the road in a few short hours and possibly fighting for our lives once again.

But the surreal feeling left and reality set in when we approached the school gates to see they were wide open, and for some odd reason Mix was tied to one of the posts, snapping his jaws and tugging against the rope on his neck as he leapt into the air.

I saw Daryl's shoulders tense as his narrowed eyes scanned the school. It was lit up far more than it usually would be at this time of night, and beside his bike and the school bus, several cars were parked. One of them, a silvery coloured mini-van, looked remarkably similar to the one we had left Georgia in.

A/N: 100+ favourites! I feel like I should celebrate, but don't know how...Thanks so much for all the lovely reviews! And to all the guest reviewers who I can't reply to, please know I read and appreciate your kind words.

I hope to update with the final two chapters this weekend, all things going to plan.

The two other Bethyl fics I'm working on (I need another ship to obsess over) are coming along slowly. I want to get a few chapters together before I publish. The teen rated one will be called something along the lines of 'Missing Bethyl moments' and will be a canon companion. The mature one will be an AU fic taking influences from the canon, but with no zombies, and will be called 'Moonshine Memories'.