There was not meant to be another chapter of this, but alas, here we are.

Beth knows she looks fine on the outside. A little less glam maybe, now that she's in her everyday clothes and not her gold, slip of a dress. But she's not fine, she's actually hyper-fucking-ventilating because she's just had a moment of complete -lets-throw-my-life-away- recklessness and quit her job, gathered her things and met Daryl on the sidewalk. Now she's riding along in his car and despite how wickedly handsome he is, she has to remind herself through her excitement and anxiety that she doesn't really know the guy.

Not to mention the fact it's only been a couple of hours and so far, she's given him a strip tease and had his mouth between her legs where he gave her an orgasm that even now she can still feel the aftershocks of. Not the standard way to meet a guy, certainly not the way she meets guys. This is probably one of the most reckless, out of character things she's ever done and whilst she is internally congratulating herself on the sudden burst of freedom she feels, there's also the churning anxiety in her stomach of what comes tomorrow. No job; stuck out in Atlanta with no place.

The prospects aren't looking good, to the point where she may have to turn back to the farm with her tail between her legs after nearly three years of living on her own out in LA. She sighs and rolls the window down, letting the cool night air in to stroke her hot cheeks and calm her down. Daryl's hand moves in the corner of her eye and she sees that he turns the radio on. Quiet music filters into the car and Beth glances over at him, watching his arms bulge as he drives. His arms are quite distracting, especially in the grey shirt he's chosen to wear tonight, the fabric clinging to him fiercely.

It's a delicious sight, his thick arms and forearms revealed where his sleeves are turned up to the elbow, his large hands wrapped around the steering wheel. She can't wait to get her teeth into him, her fingernails into those arms, perhaps while she rides him… God. Her teeth sink into her bottom lip and she squeezes her legs together where they're crossed in his passenger seat.

Daryl chooses that moment to glance over at her, his eyes zeroing on her bitten lip before he glances back to the road. "Y'alright?"

Beth releases her lip, feels it throb a little as the blood rushes back. "Yeah, just wondering if you're safe to drive," she lies.

He snorts. "Should'a asked 'fore you got in."

"What, really? How much did you drink?" She sits up where she was slouching.

Daryl laughs under his breath. "Jokin', girl. Didn't even finish my beer 'fore I saw you with Shane."

A warmth like nothing she's experienced before curls around her stomach at the endearment he uses: girl. It feels like it should be insulting, or demeaning in some form, being referred to as a child, since it is quite clear that he's several years older than her, but it isn't. It does make her feel young in a way, small, next to him but it's not bad. It's almost exciting, heady like he's this big, strong man who plans to take care of her, look after her. All the delicious ways he could do that right now, tonight… she snaps out of it and turns her hot face back to the wind, trying to calm down again and fish for something to say in reply, so the car doesn't fall into silence.

When she speaks, she keeps her eyes out into the passing nightlife which is moving at a sluggish pace, due to the late hour. "What did you say to Shane, earlier? To make him give up the dance?"

Daryl's silent and it forces her to look at him with curiosity, watching as his knuckles get a little tight on the steering wheel. "Said I'd tell Rick he's screwin' his fiancée."

Beth gasps. "What? He's havin' an affair? Isn't he like, his best friend or best man or somethin'?"

"Both," he answers with a grim mouth. "They been at it for months. Lori's, Rick's fiancee's, pregnant, an' I think it's his."

"Shit," she says for lack of anything else to say.

He hums low in his throat and she turns a little in her seat to glance at him as they pull up to a red light. "You blackmailed your friend, just to get a dance from me?"

"Ain't my friend, his Rick's friend. But yeah, I did."

It may be the red stop light, but his cheeks look flushed and Beth smiles. "You wanted me that bad?"

Daryl looks over at her as the light turns amber and her smile freezes at the intensity of his eyes, a look that no man who just met her a couple of hours ago should have any rights to wear on his gorgeous, rugged face. "Wanted you, girl. Minute you got on that stage."

There's a breathless, weighted silence that she feels like in the films they would use to have the two characters crash together in a bruising kiss, but then a car honks their horn behind them because the lights turned green without them noticing and Beth is jarred out of the moment with disorienting force. Daryl takes the wheel again to continue driving and she stares back out of the window, trying to calm her racing heart. There's no more talk as they drive deeper into the night and Beth feels her eyes get a little heavy. A glance at the clock tells her it's two am and she wants to groan at the sight.

She hasn't slept in hours between her shift last night, her performance practice today and her shift tonight. The excitement and adrenaline have gotten her this far but with the quiet car and cool air blowing through the window, it's more than a possibility that she could fall asleep. Shaking herself out of it, the car rolls to a stop and Daryl cuts the engine. Beth glances up at the block they've pulled up to.

It's not the best but she's definitely lived in some shittier places when she was in LA so she's not judging. She unclips her seat belt and grabs her bag while Daryl climbs out of his side and waits for her to join him. As she does, he clicks the lock on the car and takes her bag from her grasp.

She laughs as they walk to the block door and Daryl lets them in with a fob. "I can carry my own bag, it's not heavy."

"You look tired," he answers as she follows him to the lifts.

"I'm okay," she promises, because it's going to be really awkward if he decides to change his mind and send her home, which is something she doesn't currently have.

Travelling out to the farm this late with no car and barely any cash to knock on her parent's door is not an appealing thought and it jars her awake. That is something she has to do tomorrow, regardless of what happens tonight. Beth follows Daryl into the lift as the doors open and instantly she meets eyes with herself in the mirror. It's a dingy mirror, with key scratches over it but she can still see herself all the same and she's struggling to recognise the mirror image she sees. Make-up slightly worn but still there, still changing her face, her curls slung into a sloppy bun and her jacket slipping off one shoulder.

She truly looks like a stripper after a shift and she cringes, turning to face the doors as they slide shut. If she looks so different, before she has to go back to the farm tomorrow and be Beth Greene again, maybe just for tonight she can be a little different. She's already started on a track of wildness, why not continue it? As the lift doors slide open, Beth takes Daryl's hand in hers and refuses to acknowledge the rolling in her gut that says it's a big deal, when it's not.

They both know where this is going. He's already had his tongue in her for Christ sake. She's agreed to a night with him and there's no way she's starting her miserable wreck of a life tomorrow without a nights worth of orgasms floating her on a cloud of happiness. Daryl glances at their hands but doesn't mention it, just tugs her down a hall to his apartment door.

Flipping the keys on the chain in his hand, he takes a hold of the right one and slides it in the lock, glancing at her with an almost embarrassed smile. "Sorry 'bout the mess, Merle's a real pig."

"Merle lives her too?" Beth asks as they step inside and he throws the switch.

The lights come on, illuminating an open plan living room and kitchen, with a window directly opposite the front door. "Yeah, he won't be back tonight though. Seen him leave with some girl in there."

She watches as he throws the keys down in a bowl next to the front door which swings shut on its own with a small click before he passes the couch towards the kitchen, depositing her bag on the way. "Wanna drink?"

"Actually, erm, could I have a shower?"

He glances up from the fridge where he had just bent to poke his head and nods. "Yeah, you want one though?"

"No, thanks."

Daryl nods again and pulls himself out a can of beer. "C'mon, I'll show you the bathroom."

She follows along, taking his hand again until they reach a door that he opens for her, reaches into the darkness until lights flicker on. Beth glances inside, finding that it's quite small. A sink, a toilet, a towel rack and a shower stall, no bath. It's a little messy, with clothes hanging out of the hamper that someone couldn't be bothered to tuck away properly.

"Thanks."

She turns to face him, leaning against the door jamb and it strikes her for some reason, how close he is. There's a large difference in height between them now that she's out of her heels and back in her usual converse and she feel's small cradled by the hulk of his body. He hasn't got his beer, must have left it back in the kitchen because one hand raises beside her head and the other cups her cheek.

"You're outta my league, y'know that?"

Beth flushes, her neck tilted to look up at him. "Depends on your perspective. I kinda think you're outta mine."

He scoffs harshly but his thumb is gentle as it sweeps over her cheekbone. "M'a lot older than you."

"I know," she whispers softly, her voice almost trembling as his thumb strokes her bottom lip.

He leans in so close she feels like he's sucking the air right out of her lungs. "You're so sweet lookin', an' all I can think of, is…"

Her heart is fit to bursting but she can't help herself from asking, "what'd you wanna do to me, Daryl?"

His eyes flutter shut, thumb heavy on her bottom lip. "Wanna do some really, really bad things to you."

There's no possible way the words that are spoken next come from her lips but they do and they're heavy and hot and dark and she wants to drown in them. "Get in with me. Fuck me. Do whatever you wanna do to me an' I'll like it, God, I promise I'll like it."

Daryl's breath explodes out of him like a punch and he suddenly grips her tight, so tight, nearly too tight on her jaw and crashes their lips together. Beth moans softly and grabs chunks of his hair in her fists, stretching on desperate tip toes to kiss him as hard as he's kissing her, to open her mouth to his sweeping, violent tongue.

They stumble before they clatter together against the glass door of the shower and Daryl's palm smacks against it beside her head, the sound ringing through her brain and her bones and her bloodstream like a twisted, dark manifestation of what her cunt will sound like when he fucks her. God, it's hot in here and she shoves at him to rip her jacket off, his hands soon helping.

Together they tear at the zip and fling it off, pull her top off with a moment of disconnect before their lips crash back together, teeth cracking with the force of it. Daryl growls something against her lips but she can't hear, can't understand words or how to string them together as they fall against the shower door again, her bare skin meeting the glass and forcing a hiss between her teeth and past his. Pulling away for air, their pants ragged, they barely glance at each other as she tries to undo his shirt buttons but it's too slow and frustrating and he finally grunts in annoyance and reaches back to yank it over his head.

Beth leans against the shower door, trying to get a little sanity back but it's not happening, because he's topless. Skin warm and tanned, shoulders as broad as his chest and his arms so thick her mouth waters. She's never been very articulate with words or expressing herself, so she just stares until she can't take it no more and she pulls him close by his belt loops. Daryl grunts as he collides with her, cupping her neck to drag her mouth up for another scorching kiss. Beth whimpers, fed up of clothes and barriers and she needs him inside her right now.

Pulling back from his lips, she drops hers to his throat, working kisses there as he reaches behind to undo her bra strap, which takes a couple of tries and by which point her tongue has trailed down his throat and chest to wrap around his nipple. Daryl cusses, reaches down and grabs her ass, squeezes her so tight her cunt pounds with a desperate cry for attention.

She bites down on his nipple before she pulls away and yanks at his jeans. "C'mon. I need you to fuck me."

"Jesus, girl."

They work on their own jeans together and pull them off, as well as the rest of their clothes until they're standing together completely naked. Beth's chest is heaving and her heart racing, her pussy so wet it's smearing her inner thighs, which is a level of arousal she's never reached before in her lifetime. Daryl stalks closer and her eyes fall down to his cock which is so thick and long her mouth dries up like the dessert.

"Fuck, look at you," he groans, his hands falling to her hips.

Beth mumbles something unintelligible as he kisses her throat with hard, opened mouth precision and turns her knees weak. Then his hand is blindly seeking something behind her back until he pulls the shower door open and shoves her in. She squeaks and grips his arms as she nearly slips and then lets out a noise closer to a pig's squeal as he turns the water on. It's freezing for the first five seconds and he laughs down at her, slicking her hair back from her face where it was immediately soaked in the downpour, the elastic sliding out.

They kiss again as the water heats up and then when the steam starts she can't take it no more. She shoves him against the glass like he did to her earlier and reaches down to fist his cock. Daryl chokes against her mouth, head falling back against the glass and hips straining in one of the most delicious sights she's ever been gifted enough to see.

"Wow," she breathes, her fingers tightening over his dick as she pumps her hand up and down his shaft.

Daryl fucks into her hand, either not responding or not hearing, his eyes screwed shut as he reaches a hand forward to palm her breasts. Beth steps in closer, letting loose a breathless gasp and squeezing his cock in retaliation as he pinches her nipple. "Rough guy, huh?"

His eyes open but they're hooded and so dark, so lost in the best way possible that she could cum just looking at him. "If that's how you want it, girl. I can be your piece of rough."

Fucking hell.

"Fuck me, now," she growls, releasing his cock.

He growls back at her in turn and it's like they're wild animals, the way he sweeps her up and pins her to the shower wall, pressing her in so tight like she's claimed by him. It does dangerous, delirious things to every part of her: her pussy, her heart, her head, her lungs. It's possible that she'll combust before he even makes her cum.

"You asked for it, girl," he whispers darkly in her ear.

Beth pants in excitement as he plants his feet, hooks his arms under her thighs, leans back a little and then plunges into her. Her head flies back and hits the glass so hard stars burst across her vision but she hasn't got time to think about it, hasn't got time to remember that they haven't used a condom, that they're strangers bar a few hours ago and that she doesn't even know his goddamn last name, nor does he even know her real name. She doesn't have time to think about any of it because he's suddenly fucking her in the most brutal, most bestial way she's ever been fucked in her life and she's loving every goddamn minute of it.

Her nails hook straight into his shoulders, tearing at his flesh as his cock drives deep and hard and fast and without mercy into her rippling cunt. She cries out over and over again, her eyes rolling in her head as she works her hips as much as she can, Daryl's hips a force that won't be stopped. It's almost what she wants but it's not quite there and a sob merges thick and heavy between her lips as she grips his arm with one hand and works her other between them. He leans back to look at her, both their hairs hanging in their faces and no doubt make-up running down her cheeks.

Their eyes connect and it causes a fierce, violent trembling in her gut that worms all the way to her clit and it's such a relief to put pressure on it and rub that she practically howls. Daryl whines, his head falling to her neck and biting her sharply. She jerks, a frisson of heat hitting every vertebra of her spine before it pangs in her clit. It's shocking because she's never been bitten before but it's also really damn erotic and it makes the next hurried swipe over her clit so exquisite she clenches her teeth and without warning, cums all over Daryl's cock.

He fucks her through it, hands no longer even holding her up but pressed to either side of her head, his forehead digging painfully in her shoulder. When she winds down from the explosive orgasm she practically goes limp and he has to lift up, take her thighs again so she doesn't slide like the puddle of goo she feels like right to the shower floor.

He takes one look at her heavy eyes and laughs under his breath, hand sweeping back her hair and thumb dragging under her eye to -presumably- wipe up her running eye makeup. "I ain't done with you, girl."

"Jesus," she groans, her cheek falling to his chest. "Don't know if I can take any more."

Daryl gently pulls out with gritted teeth and helps her stand on shaky legs. "Just one more," he whispers hotly.

A fresh pulse of heat explodes behind her clit and she's almost dizzy with the intensity of it. How the hell does this man make her feel like this? Just when she's opening her mouth to say something, the particulars she's not quite sure of, she doesn't get a chance, because Daryl takes her hips and bends her with full bodied strength. Her hands slap against the glass as water cascades off of Daryl's body behind her and sprays over her back and ass. Her hair swings forward, dripping water running between her shoulder blades and down over her mouth to the floor. It's dizzying for a second and he takes the opportunity to fuck his cock straight back between her spread legs.

Beth gasps, a million swear words in her head but all she can groan out is a throaty, "Daryl!"

"Yeah, say my name, just like that, girl. C'mon."

His hand wraps in her hair and yanks and Beth's pussy clenches so hard on his driving cock for a split second she thinks she'll cum again. "Daryl, fuck!"

"God, your pussy's tight, girl."

The puzzle her body has become is something she simply can't understand but she's enjoying it far too much to care. Strained neck, Daryl's hand wrapped in the curls, arched back, spread legs, chest thrust forward and all her weight on the two palms stuck to the glass. Her cunt is aching and it pounds every time he screws into her, his cock so thick and filling her nearly to her breaking point.

"Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me," she chants and he does, God he does.

It isn't long before her legs and arms are shaking, her knees weak and her head ringing, another orgasm tearing her apart and ripping screams from her mouth. Daryl says something she can't hear over all the noise: the screams, the ringing in her ears, the water now cold beating down on their skin. He's right behind her after that, spilling into her pussy with thick, hot ropes of cum.

The minute he does he stills and she does too, the shock lancing through her whole system. "Shit, I'm sorry."

He pulls out and lifts her and it's with shaky legs that she turns and grips his arms, tilting her head to look up at him. "S'alright, I'm on birth control but I'll probably get the pill in the morning to be safe."

He chews his lips as he cups her face. "I'm sorry, girl, I's outta line."

"Daryl, it's fine, really." She smiles up at him a little cheekily. "You know, you screwed me before you even found out my name."

He opens his mouth to retort then flushes. "Shit, what is it?"

"Beth. Beth Greene."

"Daryl Dixon."

She grins. "Nice to meet you, Daryl Dixon. How 'bout feedin' me before you fuck me into oblivion again?"

He snorts. "Think I can do that. But I gotta taste that pussy again first."

He falls to his knees, tongue swiping through her cunt and she grips his shoulders with a desperate need for something to hold on to. "Daryl!"