When you get to the end of this chapter, all I can say is: TRUST ME. The story is not over.
Beth sang softly to herself as she folded each article of her and Daryl's clothing before stashing them in two small drawers in the trailer. Ever since they had found the trailer earlier in the day, she was unable to wipe the smile off her face. It wasn't much, but it was a home, and a portable home at that. After successfully hitching the trailer to the truck, they had driven for another hour before coming across signs for Reed Bingham state park. It seemed like a good place to spend the night, and now the truck and trailer were parked in Reed Bingham's deserted campground. The campground had functioning water pumps, enabling them to fill up the trailer's water tanks, and Daryl was currently making use of the woods around the campground to hunt them something to eat for dinner.
Beth couldn't resist utilizing the time until he returned to move some of their belongings into the trailer. The task felt like moving into a new home, and it was soothing for Beth. She had divided some of the supplies between the truck and trailer, keeping some of the essentials like food, water, and first aid in the truck in case they ran into difficulties with the trailer, but for the most part, she had transferred most of their belongings to the trailer. The multitude of cabinets and drawers in the trailer provided ample storage.
The trailer was a bit chilly, as its walls were rather thin, but Beth didn't mind. Even though the trailer didn't have a heater, it was still more protection from the elements than sleeping outdoors would have been. They hadn't yet been able to test the trailer's electricity, as the battery had been dead, but after some time in the sun, they hoped the solar panels would acquire enough energy to recharge the battery. But even if it turned out that the trailer's solar panels no longer functioned, the charming little trailer had enraptured Beth. And with the ability to hop in the truck and go at a moment's notice with their home attached behind them, it made her feel safer in case they had to make a quick getaway.
The telltale moan of a walker outside tore Beth out of her thoughts. She peered out the window and sighed as a lone biter shuffled toward the trailer, drawn by the sound of her singing. Before she could go outside to dispose of it, however, an arrow sailed through the air and pierced its skull from behind. Beth grinned as she saw Daryl emerge from the trees with two rabbits slung over his shoulder and his crossbow in hand. She opened the door of the trailer and smiled as he approached.
"Looks like your hunt was successful. That didn't take long," she called to him.
Daryl nodded and retrieved his arrow from the downed walker, dragging it a ways away from where they had made camp.
"Wanna get a fire goin' while I gut 'em?" he asked.
"Sure," Beth agreed. She pulled her coat tighter around herself and closed the trailer door behind her, stepping over the perimeter alarm they had strung around the trailer and going over to one of the pre-made fire pits that were already present at the campground. It didn't take her long to get a fire started, a skill she had quickly picked up from when she and Daryl had been on the run before. She raised her hands to the flames to warm them, and the sparrow ring on her right hand caught her eye as usual. She smiled softly as she gazed at it. She never got tired of admiring it.
"Have you tested the electricity in the trailer again?" Daryl's voice called to her. She turned around and shook her head.
"No, not yet. You think the solar panels have had enough time to charge?"
Daryl shrugged. "Dunno. But it can't hurt to try. Go give the lights a flip and see if they turn on. Trailer's been in the sun for a few hours, so the battery might have enough juice to tell us if it still works."
Beth nodded in agreement. She walked back toward the trailer, stepping over the perimeter alarm again, and went inside. She reached for the string attached to the light above the kitchenette and gave it a tug. The light flickered and came on, filling the small trailer with a soft light and a slight hum from the fixture. Beth grinned widely and turned the light back off.
"It works!" she exclaimed happily as she made her way back outside.
"Good," Daryl replied with a grin. "We shouldn't use it unless we have to though. The water pump is electric, so if we wanna make use of it, we gotta save the power for that. Plus, a trailer all lit up in the dark of night might attract unwanted attention."
Beth knew he meant from both the dead and the living, and she nodded.
"We've been living without electricity for so long that I won't know the difference not using it," she said. "I'd love to make use of that oven though. If we could find the right ingredients, I could make homemade bread!"
"That will be a pretty damn good day," Daryl agreed, his mouth watering at the thought of freshly baked bread. They hadn't found any spare propane to take with them at the garage, but most gas stations had propane, and he was sure they could find some to take with them for future use. He made a mental note to find a gas station soon.
Once Daryl finished gutting and skinning the rabbits, he set about cooking them over the fire. Beth went back to moving their things into the trailer while the meat cooked, and Daryl smiled a little when he heard her soft singing as she worked. A portable home and soon a good meal had made for another great day.
Beth could tell she was driving Daryl crazy as she ground herself against him again. They were both completely naked, illuminated only by the light of the moon shining into the dark trailer. Beth had Daryl pushed back on the twin bed, her legs straddling his lap. His eyes were dark and dilated, and Beth knew it wasn't just because of the low light in the trailer. She rotated her hips again, earning a groan from him as she rubbed her wet slit against the length of him. She hadn't allowed him to penetrate her yet, however, and she was enjoying toying with him as she rubbed herself against his hard cock.
Daryl's rough hands grasped her hips and pushed her body harder against him. Beth drew back from him with a coy smirk on her face before grasping each of his hands and pushing them back down on the bed.
"I said no touching," she murmured, and Daryl groaned in frustration.
"I dunno what game you're playin', but you're drivin' me crazy, girl," he growled. Beth gave him an impish grin.
"That's the point."
Daryl groaned again and kept his hands flat on the bed, which was clearly difficult for him. Beth resisted the urge to snicker at him and thrust her hips forward again. The movements had his shaft slick with her juices, and each thrust from her hips stimulated her clit just enough to give her a little burst of pleasure each time she moved. She moved herself against him a few more times before finally raising herself and aligning her entrance with the tip of his cock. Beth met Daryl's intense gaze as she slowly lowered herself onto him. Daryl let loose a gruff moan as her heat finally enveloped him, and his hands automatically went back to her hips. Beth stilled and arched an eyebrow at him. He huffed in annoyance and placed his hands back on the bed, and Beth smirked in response.
When she was sure Daryl was obeying her "no touching" order, she began slowly riding him. Keeping her hands on his shoulders, anchoring him to the bed, she raised her hips up to draw herself off of his length almost to the tip before snapping her hips back down to fill herself completely with him. Daryl groaned with each stroke of her hips, and the sound only turned Beth on further. Daryl's hands were fisted in the sheets on the small bed, clenching them for dear life in an attempt not to roughly grasp Beth's hips and flip her over to take control. Beth could sense his desire for dominance, but she didn't give in. Instead, she firmly seized both of his hands by his wrists and pinned them above his head. She knew that he could overpower her any time he wanted, but he allowed her to maintain control, using as much weight of her body as she could to keep his wrists pinned to the bed above his head as she continued to ride him.
When Beth could sense that Daryl was getting close, she slowed her pace. Keeping him deep inside her, she nudged her hips forward gently. Each small thrust of her hips pushed him against the sensitive spot deep inside her. Beth sped up her movements again, but still didn't allow much of his length to pull out of her with each movement. Not only did the small thrusts give her the pleasure she needed, but they also provided a sense of intimacy that only added to the intensity. Beth felt her climax quickly approaching, and she rode him a little harder to get herself there. The pleasure combined with the sight of Daryl's intense stare, his body pinned beneath hers in submission, soon sent her crashing over the edge. She cried out as her muscles contracted around him, sending waves of pleasure and dizziness washing over her.
Unable to control himself any longer, Daryl seized the opportunity and roughly flipped Beth over as she rode out her orgasm. She didn't protest to his taking control, and his large hands immediately found their way beneath her body, lifting her ass up off the bed. Daryl began pounding into her, knowing she liked the slight pain that came with the depth he was able to reach from this angle. She reached down to where their bodies met and began rubbing small circles on her clit as he thrust into her mercilessly. Daryl tried not to focus on it, tried to think of other things to prolong the inevitable so that she could get off a second time. He could tell she was still sensitive from her first orgasm, and he began fucking her faster, causing her to moan out his name.
"Cum for me, Beth," Daryl demanded, his voice rough.
She moved her fingers over her clit faster, and not long after, he felt her clenching around him again as she came a second time.
"Fuck," Daryl grunted as he quickly pulled out and finished on her stomach. He fell onto his side next to her and tried to catch his breath.
"Well if that isn't the perfect ending to a great day, I don't know what is," Beth sighed happily.
"Couldn't agree more," Daryl grunted. "We gotta get better about usin' those condoms though. Even though you're on birth control, it's a risk we don't need to take."
"I know," Beth said. "It's just hard to remember sometimes when we're in the moment."
"Yeah, and when you're drivin' me crazy like you were earlier, I ain't able to think 'bout anything but getting inside you as soon as possible."
Beth giggled. "But driving you crazy is so fun."
Daryl chuckled and rolled his eyes. This woman was going to be the end of him.
Beth looked out the window of the truck and bid a fond farewell to the campground they had stayed at the night before. Both of them had slept well, despite the short time they'd had to rest in between their turns at watch, and Beth was ready for another day on the road. Their plan was to hopefully make it to the Georgia/Florida state line today, which would be a monumental moment for Daryl, who had yet to leave the state of Georgia. Before heading south, however, they were traveling a few miles west to the tiny town of Ellenton to hopefully find a gas station with propane they could take with them for the trailer's gas stove.
The town was only about three miles from the campground, and it didn't take long before they were pulling into the city limits. Ellenton only comprised a few blocks, and soon they had located the town's gas station. Daryl shot Beth a grin when they noticed the stock of small propane tanks outside the gas station building. Daryl quickly scanned the area and grabbed his crossbow as Beth tugged her pink hammer from her belt loop. Neither of them needed to say anything as they both exited the truck in unison.
The town seemed quiet, and Daryl quickly began loading tanks of propane into the truck bed. Beth kept her eyes on the town around them as he moved. It wasn't until Daryl had already loaded several tanks that she noticed a few walkers starting to shuffle toward them from the direction of the center of town. There were only three of them, and she felt sure she could take them down without Daryl's help. She quickly and quietly made her way toward them, her hammer raised. She swiftly swung the head of the hammer into the fragile skull of one of the dead. As it fell, she swung around and took down another. The third walker was fast approaching, but Beth smoothly retracted her hammer from the second biter and buried it in the final walker's forehead.
She turned around to flash Daryl a victorious smile, but rather than being met with the sight of him, she instead saw a group of walkers spilling out of an alleyway between them. There were about fifteen of them, and their sudden appearance blocked her path back to the truck. She could see Daryl already springing into action, however, and she resigned herself to the battle before them.
Before she could even raise her hammer, an arrow sailed into the skull of the walker nearest to her, and Beth almost smiled at Daryl's quickness. She quickly swung her hammer into the head of a biter next to her and used her spare hand to pull out her Swiss army knife as she tugged the hammer free. Daryl was whistling at the crowd of dead, trying to draw them toward him, and Beth took advantage of the distraction to dispatch several of the dead from behind when they weren't looking her way.
Daryl had his hunting knife out and was using it to take down several other walkers with impressive finesse. Now there were only a few of the dead left, which Daryl seemed to be handling on his own as they approached him. Beth suddenly heard the snarl of another walker next to her, and she whirled around and thrust the clawed end of her hammer through its face. She suddenly noticed that three other biters were shuffling up on her, and she hurriedly pulled the hammer free, ignoring the bits of bone and flesh that clung to it. They were closing in, and she simultaneously swung her hammer into the head of one of them while thrusting her Swiss army knife into the skull of the other. The third walker was fast approaching, and she frantically tried to pull both of her weapons free. She quickly looked over her shoulder at Daryl, who was finishing off the final two walkers by the truck. Before she could free her weapons, however, she felt a sharp, excruciating pain in her shoulder by her neck.
Beth screamed, and an instant later, an arrow was sailing through the air and into the skull of the walker that was on her. But it was too late. The damage had been done, and the blood was already dripping down her chest from where she had been bitten. Her ears were ringing, and the only sound she could hear was the pounding of Daryl's footsteps as he sprinted toward her. She raised a hand to her shoulder, frowning at the blood that covered her palm as she withdrew her hand.
"Oh," was all she could say before her knees gave out beneath her.
Like I said before, trust me.
I'll try to get this next chapter out sooner than usual so you don't have to wait so long for it. I know you're probably not happy with me, but please review anyway! Reviews are always appreciated. :)