AN: A little bit of smut in this one Enjoy!

Beth

Was she stupid? Why would she say something like that to Daryl?!

Beth ran all the way back to her cell, ignoring the looks she was getting from the others and waving her hand at her father when he started to approach her.

"I'm fine, Daddy, just going to bed. Been a long day."

Thankfully, Hershel had not followed her into her room. She had no idea what she would say if he asked her what was going on now.

She changed into her nightclothes and sat down on the edge of her bed, pulling her ponytail out and picking up her hairbrush. She jerked the brush through her hair a little too hard, yanking at the tangles that had formed there.

What if he was really mad now?

He had been plenty mad earlier, anyone could see that, but now she knew that was because he thought someone was threatening her.

He was that angry because he thought someone was hurting her….that meant he cared right? You didn't get that upset over someone if you didn't care about them…..

Of course he cared about her, she was part of the group he protected. They had to stick together and take care of each other now, with the world in the state it was in. And besides, she was Judith's main caretaker, along with Carol. And anyone could see Daryl was crazy about that little girl. His little ass kicker. The thought brought a smile to her face as she lay down to sleep.

Someone was in her room. The blanket she kept up over the bars made it too dark to see more than a shadow figure standing close to her bed, but she could feel whoever it was watching her. Her heart pounded in fear, her mind racing to try and figure out who would come in on her like this and what they wanted.

"I know there is someone there. Tell me what you want right now or I will scream loud enough to wake everyone here. Rick is 2 cells over and he sleeps real light"

There was a small chuckle before he answered her "No need to bring Officer Friendly running, I just wanta talk to ya"

Relief flooded her when she recognized that it was Daryl standing beside her bed. Relief and something else she didn't want to examine quite yet.

"Daryl, damnit, you scared me half to death!"

Another small laugh escaped him "Now where have I heard that before? Don't have to be afraid o'me, nothin' bad will happen to ya as long as I am here."

Her heart sped up as he sat down on the mattress beside her, scooting just a little bit closer when she sat up. She pulled the sheet up to her chest, thankful that he couldn't see the thin tank top she slept in, suddenly feeling very naked.

"So what did you want to talk to me about? What couldn't wait until morning?"

"This aint somethin' I want anyone else hearin' so no, it couldn't wait till mornin'" Daryl exhaled softly, and she thought he must be trying to find his words.

"You just wont stay outta my head, little one….can't think about nothin' else, and being distracted in this world can get a man killed."

"What do you mean, Daryl? Look, I am sorry if I made you mad earlier, I didn't mean to….

She felt him lean closer to her and even though her mind was screaming at her to lean away, back into the wall, she couldn't move. She thought she heard him whisper "Not mad" but she wasn't sure and didn't have time to think about it when he slipped his hand into her hair and his lips met hers.

The kiss was completely unlike any of the kisses she had shared with Jimmy back on the farm. He had been as inexperienced as her, always fumbling and so unsure of himself that his lips barely touched hers. But not this kiss. This was a man who knew exactly what he was doing.

His lips were hard on hers at first, demanding until he realized she wasn't pushing him away. Then it became softer, teasing a response out of her, quieting the small moan she made with his mouth. His hand in her hair relaxed a little, pulling her closer so he could place his other hand behind her back, pressing her into his chest as he continued to work her lips with his.

She felt his tongue across her lips and realized he wanted her to open her mouth for him. With a small sigh she opened her mouth and felt his tongue dip in, touching hers. Desire shot through her, hot and fast. He tasted of smoke and spices.

Her hands came up to touch him, one on his collarbone and the other slipping into his hair, holding on to him so he wouldn't pull away. The hand that had been in her hair slid down the side of her face to her neck, grazing over the thin strap of her shirt. His touch felt hot on her skin and she moaned again.

"Quiet now, little one, this aint somethin' we want Rick walkin' in on" he whispered against her mouth. She barely had time to catch a breath before he claimed her mouth again, stroking her with his tongue while his left hand made small circles on the bare skin of her lower back, setting her on fire.

She had never felt like this before and didn't have time to think about what she was doing, the wave of feelings he was creating in her carrying her away quickly. His right hand slid smoothly down her arm and under the bottom edge of her tank top onto her stomach. His hands were rough from hard work but his touch was gentle.

She gasped again when he cupped her breast, kneading gently as he stroked his thumb over her nipple, making it so hard it was almost painful. She leaned into him but he was pushing her in the other direction.

Beth clung to him, not wanting this to end. Then she realized he wasn't pushing her away, he was laying her down, and he was coming down onto the mattress with her. The length of his body pressed into hers and she felt his t-shirt, soft from being worn and washed so many times. It smelled of the outdoors, wind and rain and Daryl.

She moved her hands to his sides, sliding one of them under the edge of his shirt, feeling his skin hot beneath her hands when he froze.

"Not my back" he whispered, sounding agonized, almost as if she had hurt him. She pulled her hand out of his shirt quickly but not wanting him to pull away from her she reached for his head again, bringing his mouth to hers for another kiss.

Daryl's hand slid down her body, pushing the sheet away from her, letting the cold night air chill her body for just a second before he pulled her into him. He made small strokes on her hip with one hand as he continued to scatter her thoughts with his kisses, his touch sliding down to her knee and then back up her inner thigh, causing her heart to pound even harder.

He groaned when he reached the top of her thighs and realized she was only wearing a pair of lace panties, letting his fingers slide over the soft material like he had never felt anything like it before. He slipped his fingers inside her panties and touched her, making her body jerk upward, arching her back, giving him access to her neck which he began to trail small kisses down, over her collar-bone and down to her breast.

When he closed his mouth over her nipple through the thin fabric of her shirt she couldn't hold back the moan that escaped her lips and he covered her mouth with his again, muffling the sounds escaping her as he began to stroke her center with his fingers.

She grasped at his upper arms and shoulders, squirming beneath him as her body responded to his touch, trying to get closer, silently pleading with him not to stop whatever he was doing to her. The feeling he was making with his hand changed and a sweet pressure she had never imagined began to build in her, making her body quiver and shake.

He pressed into her hip and she felt his hardness against her as her body exploded in a white-hot fire and she arched into him, gasping for breath and calling

Out his name as she came. Beth sat up in bed, her body still pulsing from the orgasm, sweat running down her neck between her breasts. The dream clung to her like smoke and for a few seconds she was confused, reaching out for him. What had just happened? Could you even come in your sleep? She had never had a dream like that before...

"Beth, are you ok?" Maggie came rushing into her room, knocking the blanket down, letting light from the lone candle burning out in the center room into her cell. "I heard you cry out…."

She tried to smile at her sister, brushing her hair away from her face and neck. "It was just a dream, I am fine, go back to bed. Sometimes the really bad ones wake me up. Didn't mean to disturb you."

Maggie offered a small smile in return and turned to go back to her own cell where Glen was waiting for her to come back to bed. She frowned to herself in the darkness. She had heard the name her sister had called out and somehow she didn't think the dream Beth had been having was a nightmare.