What Beth Greene Really Wanted From Daryl Dixon

Chapter 1

Daryl had been standing outside Beth's cell for what seemed like hours, but he still couldn't quite find the courage to go inside. He knew he should've just gone straight on in and told her what had happened, because he knew she deserved to hear it from someone who was there at the end. But he was too scared to move.

As he finally rounded the door jamb he stilled, he could see Beth stretched out on her front on her bunk, legs curled up behind her, writing in her journal and humming softly. He couldn't help but wonder what she wrote about, because there wasn't exactly much going on anymore, not since the world had gone to shit. Not that he supposed she'd see it like that, that just wasn't who Beth was. She refused to believe there wasn't anything good left in the world, always seeing the best in people even when no one else could.

Daryl had been leaning against the door jamb for a while, watching her, chewing his thumb (a nervous habit he'd had since he was a kid) before Beth finally noticed him, her eyes widening as she stopped humming. She looked startled, like a rabbit caught in headlights. Daryl realized immediately that she'd figured out why he was here. He knew Beth was sharp, quick, and it wasn't like he usually just dropped by for a chat, so she must've known straight away that today's run hadn't exactly gone well.

"Zack, he didn't come back, did he?" she asked flatly, already knowing the answer.

"M'sorry," Daryl mumbled. It was all he could think to say, as if it was his fault Zach hadn't made it back. It wasn't his fault, but that didn't make this any easier.

"It's okay, I don't cry anymore, Daryl... tears won't bring him back," she whispered as a fleeting and small smile curled at the edge of her mouth.

Beth looked away from Daryl's pity filled gaze, standing herself up from the bunk and walking towards the desk, staring blankly at the 30 days without an accident sign. She was quiet for a while, lost in thought. It was then Daryl noticed how damn young and innocent Beth really was. It wasn't right she had to keep losing people and live in this fucked up world before she'd ever gotten to really live in the old one.

"I'm glad you're okay though, I couldn't bear it if I... if we lost you, too," she told him, her eyes catching his for a second before he looked to the ground.

"I ain't goin' nowhere," he mumbled, and it wasn't a lie. He wasn't planning on going anywhere, but at the same time he knew there weren't any guarantees anymore and that it could've been him that hadn't come back today as easily as it had been Zach.

"He didn't suffer did he... y'know, at the end?" Beth asked, sounding sad but not upset exactly.

"It was quick, we weren't lettin' one of our own turn... I did what I had to." Daryl's voice was low as he swallowed hard, looking up at her and toeing his boot nervously against the bottom of the door jamb.

Beth looked up, turning to look at him like she was trying to see into his soul, trying to get into his head. Her huge blue eyes were burning through his equally blue orbs, her head cocked to one side as if she was waiting for something. Or waiting to say something. Daryl couldn't help but notice how beautiful she looked stood there in the half light, full pink lips parted, and bright blue eyes glistening with tears she seemed determined not to shed.

It was so long ago now, that Daryl couldn't remember the first time he'd noticed how beautiful Beth was. She'd always just been Beth, Hershel's daughter, always just been around in the background. Sweet. Quiet. He'd noticed her sure, he'd have to have been blind not to have noticed her, but he'd never tried to start a conversation with her before, or get close to her. She was way out of his league, not to mention half his age, or the fact Hershel would've kicked his ass, one leg or not. So, it was always simpler to just keep away and stick to exchanging only pleasantries.

"Thank you." Beth's tiny voice seemed lost in the deafening silence of the room.

"Try to get some sleep," he offered, about to turn and leave. Daryl needed some fresh air to clear his head of thoughts of Beth; dirty, inappropriate thoughts that he knew he shouldn't have been having about the purest, sweetest person he'd ever met.

Suddenly Beth had wrapped her arms tightly around his waist and was pressing the side of her head into his chest. Daryl froze, unable to move, and at a loss as what he should do. Then he realized he didn't even want to move or push her away.

Her body felt good leaning against his, really good. She was so small, and warm, and soft. Her hair smelled fresh and clean and it tickled as the flyaway strands grazed his chin. Her small firm breasts were pressed so hard into his body he could feel them rising and falling with her gentle breathing.

As much as he tried to just stand there, Daryl couldn't stop himself from responding, from pressing his chin and mouth into her hair to inhale more of her. He raised his hand and held onto her elbow in an attempt to try and comfort her as he closed his eyes… just for the briefest moment, needing to savour this fleeting moment of heaven.

Daryl knew Beth only wanted to be held for a moment, but that didn't make it any easier for him. Daryl wasn't used to holding or comforting people and he sure as hell wasn't used to the feelings that were coursing around his body right now.

Beth slowly pulled away, her soft hair gone from his chin and her smell fading. As she stood back, her sweater fell to the side, exposing her bare neck and shoulder. Daryl couldn't help but stare at the pale, smooth, perfect skin that glowed in the moonlight. He wondered if it would feel as beautiful as it looked if he touched it, or if it would tear under the roughness of his clumsy calloused hands. He imagined how soft and warm it would feel under his fingertips, under his lips.

Of course, Beth noticed him staring, so she slowly adjusted herself, covering her flesh. 'Jesus Christ Dixon, her boyfriend just died and you're checkin' her out, pull yer shit together', he berated himself. Daryl felt a flush rising to his cheeks as she looked at him innocently, with those huge doe eyes he was sure he could drown in, whilst giving him a knowing half smile. He swallowed hard as an image of that mouth pressing into his lips flashed through his mind.

He needed to leave. Now.

"G'night, Beth," Daryl grunted huskily, clearing his throat.

He turned to leave for a second time but felt her small warm hand on his arm. He swung around and hissed at her.

"What d'ya want from me, girl?" Daryl hadn't meant to shout at her but he was desperate to get out of there. She had no idea what she was doing to him. It was killing him to be alone with her like this and not be able to do the things he really wanted to do to her. She might've been the innocent baby of the group and completely off limits to everyone, especially the dirty old redneck, but no one had told his heart that, more pressing was the fact no one had told his dick that either. It had started to harden and ache with need the moment he'd felt her young firm breasts squash against his body.

"I want you to stay… I don't wanna be on my own tonight," she told him, her voice small, hardly above a whisper.

Daryl just stared at her. She had no idea what she was asking of him.

"I just wanna feel safe. You make me feel safe, Daryl."

'Jesus, how am I s'pposed to stay here all damn night and not kiss ya, or touch ya, or worse?' he screamed to himself.

"You can leave once I'm asleep. I just don't wanna be alone," she countered, as though she could hear his thoughts. The desperation in her voice was obvious, even to Daryl.

Daryl knew he shouldn't stay, but he knew he couldn't go either. He couldn't leave her like this; upset, and sad, and needing comfort. She looked pale and broken and he hated it. He hated how the world was now. He knew he had to stay with her. But more than that, he knew deep down he wanted to stay.

Daryl walked across the room and sat down on the bottom bunk. His breathing had started to become heavy and fast as his heart started to pound inside his ribs. He really hoped Beth hadn't noticed, the poor girl would be traumatized for the rest of her life if she saw the images that were passing through his head right now.

The archer pulled off his boots and slid out of his vest, hanging it from the top bunk. Beth was still staring at him, so not knowing what else to do, he hesitantly patted the mattress next to him.

Beth sat, taking off her own boots and pulling her sweater over her head. She was left wearing just a stained old top, revealing the pale skin of her arms and chest once more. She looked sexy, so much older now too as her long blonde hair pooled around her shoulders and cascaded down her back. She looked just like an angel. Daryl tried to pull himself together as he looked to the ground. He swung his legs up onto the mattress and laid on his side, resting on his elbow with his back to the wall. Beth slowly followed his lead, pulling her legs onto the bed and lying back. She turned onto her side, wiggling backwards until her rear bumped into his groin. As much as Daryl wanted to pull her even closer, grind himself into her and bury his face into her neck, he knew he couldn't stay where he was a second longer. His pants were straining embarrassingly under his now painfully hard erection, so he moved his ass as far back as he could before Beth could feel him pushing into her like the dirty old man he was.

But he couldn't deny how nice it felt to be laid close to another person, to be laid close to the sweet softness of Beth. Everyone had always assumed he was happy to be left alone, but he wasn't. Not really. He'd never known anything but loneliness his whole life, but he'd always wanted someone of his own, always wanted to be just like everyone else. He just never thought anyone would ever want him in return, so he always shied away from getting too attached to anyone.

Beth suddenly tucked her head under his chin and he was lost in the smell and softness of her once again, his mind drifting to thoughts of running his fingers over her small soft body. Of her lips pressing into his.

Out of nowhere her hand grabbed for his, she pulled it around her waist and onto her stomach where she wove her fingers through his to stop him moving. Even though he should have, Daryl didn't stop her and he didn't pull back. The archer laid his head on the pillow and placed his other arm around the top of Beth's head, closing his eyes as he let his fingers play in her long locks. He liked the feeling of warmth and closeness and wanted to enjoy it while he could. He'd never laid with anyone before, not just innocently holding and touching. He'd never spent the whole night with anyone, ever. He'd been with plenty of women over the years, but he always made sure he didn't hang around afterwards, he didn't want to deal with the rejection that was sure to follow once they knew about his shit. They weren't the kind of women that cuddled or talked anyhow. They weren't Beth. Not even close.

He'd kept away from the blonde over the two years he'd known her for different reasons, but none of those reasons were because he didn't like her... because he did. Beth wasn't like the others in the group. They'd all become like one big dysfunctional family over the time they'd been together; each played their own role, had their own skills. But Beth was different, a survivor but also somehow not built for this world. She was too damned pure, too delicate. Despite her innocence and softness though she still had strength, and faith, and hope; she had her own unique way of making everything seem like it was going to be okay.

That's why Daryl liked her and that's why there was no way in hell he was letting this asshole of a redneck corrupt the only unspoilt thing left around here.

That's also why he'd tried not to think about Beth too much at all, because when he did he couldn't help the dirty path his thoughts took. The curve of her ass in those tight jeans, her long slender legs, tiny pert tits, cascading bouncy blonde hair, huge blue eyes and plump soft pink lips. How those lips would feel pressing against his if they kissed him, if she wrapped them around his long-neglected cock, how it would feel if she came while he was buried deep inside her pussy, and about the moans she'd make as he fucked into her. Yeah, he'd started to think about Beth Greene lately, just not in the way he should've been.

Beth's breathing was becoming heavier and she was wriggling around again. Daryl assumed she must've been having a bad dream so stroked his fingertips along her forearm and tried to soothe her best he could.

"Ssshh, s'just a dream, go back to sleep," he whispered.

Beth was awake though, if she'd ever been asleep at all, and was still wriggling, pushing and grinding her ass against his groin, against his erection. The erection he couldn't get rid of because his mind refused to think about anything only her. The half naked woman in his arms.

"Fuck it, Beth, will ya just lie still?" he barked at her finally. He didn't mean to, but it was damned embarrassing and awkward having the beautiful blonde realize he was as hard as a rock behind her.

"Sorry, just tryin' to get comfy is all," Beth mumbled quietly.

Daryl snatched his arms from around her and rolled over to face the wall. Next thing he knew she'd rolled over too and was wrapping her hands around his waist, pressing her hard, little nipples into his back and nuzzling the nape of his neck with her nose. Daryl felt a cold thrill shoot straight through his centre... beginning at the spot her warm breath had brushed his skin and ending at the tip of his already throbbing dick.

"You don't need to be embarrassed, it's natural. It's flatterin', too," she announced, like it was the most normal thing in the world to be having a conversation about erections with a man twice her age.

They lay there like that for a while, not moving or talking, Daryl completely mortified and trying to plan an escape.

After a while, Daryl thought she'd probably finally drifted off to sleep. Deciding escape wasn't an option, he tried to sleep too, he really did, but he just kept thinking about Beth. A naked Beth. Him doing things to a naked Beth. A naked Beth doing things to him. What the hell was wrong with him? He knew he shouldn't have stayed with her, he'd never had any willpower and she wasn't making it easy for him with her wriggling and shit. If he'd have been smarter, he would have guessed then that Beth Greene knew exactly what she was doing.

"You want me to get rid of this for you?" Beth asked as if she could read his mind once more, her warm breath on his neck as she whispered to him. It sent a cold sharp shiver down his spine that elicited a deep gravelly growl from the archer.

And then he felt it. The palm of Beth's hand pressing over his cock through his pants. Daryl thought he must be dreaming, but when she started to run her fingers through his hair and press those soft lips of hers along his neck and behind his ear he knew he wasn't.

Beth Greene was giving him the come on. It suddenly all became clear. He knew exactly what Beth Greene wanted from him, why she'd wanted him to stay.

Daryl knew he was screwed. He knew he'd never be able to resist what he was so desperate for. What she was offering. But he had to at least try.

"Beth, what the hell are ya doin'?" Daryl gasped, doing his best to sound horrified at her advances.

"How long is it since you had a woman, Daryl? Let me do this for you… I want to do this," Beth mumbled, her tiny hand now moving up and down the length of his cock, squeezing and rubbing over his pants with skill and urgency. Her warm soft tongue was running a wet trail along his shoulder and neck. Then Beth started to suck and bite at his throat, moaning against the shell of his ear.

Fuck it, Daryl knew he couldn't resist her any more… if he was going to hell, if he was about to ruin the angel next to him, then he decided he was going to enjoy every moment of the act that would send him there.

Daryl rolled to face her, grabbing her ass and dragging her underneath him in one quick movement. He started to kiss her, roughly, forcing his tongue into her mouth, banging his hips into hers and his erection into the heat between her thighs.

"This what ya want, huh?" he growled, his breathing heavy and erratic now. Daryl hoped it might stop her, frighten her, and bring her back to her senses. He thought it would give her one last chance to realize the mistake she was making.

"Yes, that's exactly what I want. I wanna feel your body movin' inside mine… please," Beth panted through swollen bruised lips, her dirty words mixing with breathy moans as her eyes devoured him with some kind of raw desire he knew an angel shouldn't possess. That was the moment he made his decision.

Daryl pulled her dirty old tank top over her head in one swift tug, throwing it to the floor and letting her tiny breasts spring free. He couldn't stop a groan slipping from his lips as he looked at her. Her breasts were perfect; pert small white mounds with delicate pink nipples, already erect and begging to be touched. Daryl lowered his head, attaching his mouth to her flesh as he kissed along her jaw, sucking gently on her smooth pale flesh as he moved down her neck and across her chest. He flicked his tongue over one nipple while twirling the other between his fingertips. Beth moaned and groaned beneath him, arching her back and pulling his ass deeper into the wet heat between her thighs.

"Ssshhhhh... yer gonna wake the prison," Daryl whispered to her with a smirk a mile wide on his lips. As much as it was turning him on to hear the sweet sound of Beth Greene moaning for him, he didn't think her dad and sister would feel the same if they heard her, he knew Maggie would have his fucking balls for sure.

"You better put somethin' in my mouth to shut me up then," Beth mewled, breathless and desperate. She raised her eyebrows and grinned at him. The blonde was insatiable and he knew right then this wasn't her first time, which was both a huge relief, and a crushing disappointment.

Beth rolled the archer off her and had ripped his pants and boxers down before he could even speak.

She knelt between his legs, her dark eyes boring into his as she started to drag her tongue along his thigh, her hand gripping the base of his hardened cock. With her eyes still on him, she ran the flat of her tongue along the length of him, licking the pre-cum from the head before wrapping her lips over the end and taking him slowly into the tight warm wetness of her mouth, humming loudly. It was beautiful. The vibrations made his abdomen throb and his balls ache with an instant need for release. Jesus, it took everything the archer had not to shoot off right then and there, into her filthy mouth. Daryl continued to watch, mesmerized as she devoured his cock like she hadn't eaten for days, expertly sucking him off like she'd done it for him a thousand times before.

Beth scraped her fingernails along his chest and under his shirt as she continued to bob up and down, sucking hard as her tongue worked him over. She seemed to know exactly how he liked it, he had no idea how that was even possible, but as her moans sent exquisite vibrations throughout his body he didn't even care.

Having her mouth filled with his cock may have kept Beth quiet, but it didn't do anything to stop his own groaning. He hadn't had a mouth around his cock for as long as he could remember, especially one this eager, this good, and he knew it would be all over in a minute. The blonde continued flicking and swirling her tongue around his head and into his slit, moaning as she twisted and pumped his length with her hand.

"C'mon, I wanna taste you," Beth commanded breathlessly between popping his cock in and out of her mouth and palming his balls.

That command was all it took; Beth Greene's angelic but filthy little mouth ordering him to violate it in the dirtiest way possible. Daryl had the most intense orgasm he'd experienced in years, possibly ever. A feeling of utter release washed over him as he came, groaning out her name and shooting everything he had deep into Beth's eager mouth. He watched as she swallowed it down, sucking every last drop from him and smiling as she did it. He swore he'd never seen a woman that enjoyed giving head as much as Beth.

"Fuck... that was... shit." Daryl fell back onto the mattress, eyes closed as a huge grin plastered itself across his face. He lay there for a moment catching his breath. His chest heaving up and down as his heart raced. He couldn't quite believe what had just happened. How the hell did he go from telling Beth her boyfriend was dead, to shooting off streams of cum into her mouth? He was a dead man, literally a dead man when the rest of the prison found out what he'd just done to their sweet Beth.

The blonde crawled along his body and laid her head in the crook of his arm, draping her arm across his chest. They lay like that for a while, Daryl was just happy to get a break, neither him nor his cock were eighteen anymore, and he knew exactly what she wanted next. Rightly or wrongly, and dead man or not he was determined to give it to her.

Beth's assault on his body didn't stop, moments later she was on him again, undoing his shirt, slowly running her fingers through the sparse patches of hair on his chest. Her tongue darting around his nipples as she gently nibbled at them in between hot wet kisses. Her attention on his long-neglected body was already making him hard again, the thought of being inside her was making him throb in places he'd long forgotten about. He needed it badly. He needed her. Daryl sat up, roughly threading his fingers through her hair before taking Beth's face in his hands and kissing her. It was deep, passionate and needy because he'd never wanted anything as badly as he wanted this perfect woman in front of him.

Beth, encouraged by his sudden enthusiasm, pushed his shirt over his shoulders, letting it fall to the bed behind him as she returned his kiss with the same intense desire and longing.

Daryl stood up, pulling Beth to her feet with him. He wanted to see all of her; her perfect, pure, beautiful little body. His hands trailed over her warm flesh, his rough skin pulling across her smooth skin as he tugged at her jeans. He pulled them down along with her panties, exposing a mound of soft blonde curls. Beth wriggled to free herself of the last barrier between them, kicking her clothes to the side. Daryl's cock was throbbing once more at the sight of the naked woman in front of him, he was harder and bigger than ever, and so goddamn desperate to slide inside her that he couldn't bear it.

Daryl bent down and placed his mouth on hers, their tongues and lips merging in an uncoordinated frenzy. His hands dropped from her waist to reach around her body. Grabbing her ass, he pulled her closer, his cock leaking its impatience across her stomach.

Beth's fingertips were now stroking his back and brushing over his neck, sending chills across his body. He swirled his tongue around her mouth with more urgency, picking her up as she wrapped her legs tightly around his waist, kissing and sucking at his neck. He let out a low growl, dipping his head to take Beth's hard pink nipple into his mouth again, madly sucking and pulling it between his teeth until she was panting and moaning, urging him on and asking for more.

He inched forward until her back was pressed hard against the cold brick wall, her breasts squashed into his chest. Then he pulled back to look at her, his eyes roaming her exquisite face but seeing her real beauty underneath. Suddenly there was a fire burning within him he'd like he'd never felt before, a fire she had somehow ignited.

Beth returned his heated gaze, placing her arms around his neck and entwining her hands in his hair, pulling herself closer to him. He lifted her slightly until the tip of his weeping cock was pressed against her dripping opening. He held her there while he kissed her; slowly, lightly, tongues barely touching as they both moaned softly. Daryl needed to take his time… to taste her, explore her. He wanted to pretend she was his for as long he could, because he knew he'd never be here again.

"I've wanted to do this for so long." Daryl couldn't help himself, he had to tell her. He had to let her know it wasn't all her, let her know he wanted this, too. "I want ya so bad," he finished in a gasp as he pressed his forehead into hers.

"Please do it," Beth gasped.

Daryl lowered her centre onto his rock-hard cock, letting her warmth and wetness slowly envelop him. She felt so tight, he couldn't help but groan loudly as he pushed in as far as he could go, stretching her, filling her until he felt almost suffocated in the most amazing way.

Beth hitched her breath and started to pant and mewl as he thrust in and out through the tightness of her walls, trying to go as slowly as he could. He didn't want to hurt her, but mostly he didn't want it to be over before he could get her off. Truthfully he just didn't want it to be over. Period.

"Oohh Oohh Oohh... fuck me, harder… c'mon, fuck me harder." Beth was almost screaming in between her moans and gasps of pleasure, and he was sure somebody, everybody must be awake by now, listening to them. Daryl really couldn't have given a damn though... not now. He was in heaven, he was inside Beth Greene's body and he never wanted to be anywhere else ever again.

He grabbed her ass tightly with both hands and carried her to the desk, loudly swiping everything to the floor as he laid her backwards. He stood between her open legs and continued fucking her. Hard and deep, but with as much care and affection as he could find. Beth's moans turned to whimpers and whines as he went deeper than she thought possible, crashing hard and painfully into her womb, a desire to fill every inch of her taking them both over.

Daryl twisted her hardened nipples, squeezed her soft breasts, all the while listening to her groan out his name, over and over like he was some sort of god. He trailed his finger down the front of her body and onto her hardened wet clit, gently rubbing as he continued to pound into her tight pussy. Beth was bucking her hips into him, her hands kneading her own breasts as she felt the swell of orgasm building inside her. She was almost there, teetering on the edge of climax. Seeing her spread out in front of him, touching herself, groaning his name in ecstasy was the hottest fucking thing Daryl had ever seen. He wanted to watch her face as she came. He wanted to feel her come while he was buried deep inside her tiny body. See and feel the crescendo of everything she'd let him do to her.

Beth was digging her heels into his ass, pulling him deeper. He'd slowed to a teasing rhythm now, almost pulling out and then gently slipping back in. His fingers were still gliding rhythmically over her swollen clit. He knew she was going to come soon, her body was singing to him, throbbing with pre-orgasm sensations. Then her eyes rolled back, slowly closing as she tensed up, her pussy walls starting to contract violently around his cock as she hit the point of no return.

"Oh God, Daryl, I'm comin'. Oh God it feels so good," Beth cried loudly, loud enough to wake the dead, never mind the living.

The sight of Beth mid orgasm while he kept himself buried deep inside her sent him spiraling into his own climax. He barely even managed to pull himself out of her in time. The throes of orgasm washing over him as his cum spurted out in thick streams across the silky white heaving skin of her stomach and breasts.

He bent forward and hungrily claimed her mouth, trying to stifle her noises. Her pants and moans were now vibrating through him as he crushed his lips into hers, sending goose bumps across his sweat covered skin. He was still groaning through heavy breaths as he collapsed onto her, his legs refusing to hold him up any longer. They both lay there exhausted and spent, sweaty and breathless. Beth wrapped her arms around his back and started to trace her fingers up and down his spine. He shivered in the cool night air.

"Will you still stay with me?" Beth asked, suddenly sounding feeble, all confidence from seconds earlier now gone.

He wanted more than anything to stay with her, in fact he never wanted to leave her again. He knew it was wrong, but in that one moment he didn't care. He wanted to stay. Beth wanted him to stay. So, he did. He wiped her clean with his discarded shirt as a hesitant and shy smile settled across his lips again. He carried her back to bed and curled himself around her tiny body, losing himself once more in the beauty that was Beth Greene. Hoping that she would still want him in the morning, because he knew he would never want anyone only her ever again. Now he knew what it was like to be wanted by Beth Greene he knew he couldn't be without her. She was part of him now.

"I ain't goin' nowhere," he whispered. And he meant it.