A/N- Hello everyone :) I'm back with a sequel and it feels sooo good! I am so excited to start this and hope you all like it. I don't think its too necessary to read the first instalment but if you feel the need and haven't read it yet its called 'Your Cheating Heart'. I have a few things to explain before we get into this... first, this story is set between season 4-5, I'm not following the show completely but there will be a few things that I will be taking from it.. like the Governor attacking and the lose of the prison, other than that.. the rest will be AU. Second, as you might have noticed.. Merle will be making an appearance. He was never part of Woodbury in this story, but part of Martinez's group that have the tank, the group the Governor joins with Tara and family after the first failed attempt of the prison. That means Maggie and Glenn were never captured by Merle, Michonne found the prison from Andrea telling her about it and wasn't hunted down and shot in the leg by him. Merle not being at Woodbury affects a lot of things, changes things. So I hope that's not too confusing :/

Chapter 1-

It's been a month since her and Daryl first made love, the thought makes her blush. It wasn't the love making that was making her blush though, it was what they done afterwards that had her flustered every time she thought about it. She had been content to lye in sated bliss after he made love to her but Daryl had other plans for her, pulling her up on hands and knees, he fucked her so hard and fast she was screaming his name, chanting it over and over like a prayer. He seemed to know her body better than she did because he worked it better than she ever could, he knew what she wanted and he gave her exactly that. When she came she had to bury her face in her pillow to muffle her moans of ecstasy, clawing at the sheets as she came down from her high. Ever since then they've been like rabbits, she thinks they've fucked in every corner of the prison, in every position imaginable, they just cant keep their hands off each other.

"Shit.. Beth." Daryl pants, as she moves her wet mouth over his hard length, teasing the head of his cock with her hot tongue.
She was on her knees in front of him completely naked, Daryl stood under the spray of the shower with his head tilted back, his hands were tangled in her damp hair, guiding her mouth further down his shaft making her gag around him when he hits the back of her throat. She knew what she wanted to do to him when she followed him into the shower room at the crack of dawn, she quickly stripped herself of all her clothes as quietly as possible.. she wanted to surprise him. Winding her arms around his waist from behind as he stands under the cascading water, she starts to place open mouthed kisses across his back.

"Wha' took ya so long?" he says, turning in her embrace, he immediately laches onto her neck biting and sucking, making her squirm and hum.

"Ya knew I was following you?" she askes, running her hands through his hair trying to pull his head closer into her as he nods and grunts into the hollow of her neck.

She wasn't surprised, he always knew when she was looking at him from across a room, so trying to be a sneaky stalker was bound to fail. Their touches soon turned frantic and that's when she ended up on her knees, sucking him off like he was the sweetest tasting lollypop.

Lately she's been incredibly horny, she practically jumps Daryl every time they get alone time, her orgasms and sensitivity are heightened and she knows the reason why but she doesn't like thinking about it so she pushes it to the back of her mind like all the other times and continues her task. She knows she cant keep pretending like she doesn't know what's going on with her, she's beginning to feel it, little flutters here and there.

She rubs her thighs together trying to relieve some of the throbbing ache between her legs, its not enough, so she reaches down teasing her hard nub while fucking Daryl with her mouth. As she looks up with her mouth still wrapped around him, she catches his heated stare... he's looking at her fucking herself on her own fingers.

"Ya bein' a bad girl Beth.. touchin' yourself like tha', Imma have to punish you if ya don' stop." he says, looking down at her with hooded eyes.

Her eyes light up at the mention of being punished, she came to love when he left his mark on her ass cheeks when he spanked her over his lap. She would pretend to be scared, she would play along but she knew he had her pegged, he knew she loved when he threw her over his knee to spank her till her ass was bright red. After his assault he would caress her ass and place a kiss on each cheek, telling her to be a good girl next time...or else.

Although she loves being spanked, she thinks of her predicament and decides against a spanking... just in case. Instead she plays the innocent preachers daughter and stops the ministration of her hand and mouth.

"I'm sorry Mr. Dixon , I'll be a good girl... promise." she purrs, earning a suspicious look from him. She knows calling him that gets him all riled up, so she says it as a distraction from her suspiciously good behaviour.

Luckily he shrugs it off and pulls her to her feet, turning her so she's pressed to the wall under the spray.

"Good girls get rewarded, so this time... Imma let you pick how ya want me to fuck ya." he says, pulling her in for a scorching kiss, leaving her breathless.

Daryl is how you say...the dominant one of their sex life, in the bedroom... he's in charge, but out of the bedroom... she is most definitely the one in charge. So to say she's excited about being able to choose which way she was to be fucked is an understatement.

She gives him one last kiss before she turns in his arms to face the wall, pushing her ass back into his erection as a hint of what she wants. She loved looking into his eyes when they made love but now wasn't the time for that... she needed him as deep as possible and she knows the best way to get what she wants was for him to take her from behind so he can reach that special place that makes her squirt. Squirting only happened to her once before in her life, last week in fact. She was mortified at first, thinking she soiled herself and Daryl, but he reassured her that it was a good thing... and a good thing it was. She's never had such an explosive orgasm before and since then she cant help but want that same feeling again.

Taking the hint, Daryl pulls her hips back flush against him, pushing her shoulders forward to bend her over. She braces her hands against the cool tiled wall, turning her head to look over her shoulder to signal that she was ready. Rubbing his hard cock against her dripping slit, he slowly pushes into her, stopping only when he's fully sheathed. She gasps, he groans and it feels amazing having him buried in her. He has one hand on her hip and the other on her swollen breast... which is incredibly sensitive, she thinks she could come from him merely tweaking her nipple.

When he pulls nearly all the way out only keeping the head of his cock inside, she knows what's coming but she still yelps in surprised when he slams back into her. He doesn't give her time to recover, he sets a brutal pace, the shower room is filled with noises of their moans and the slapping of wet skin. He lets go of her breast in favour of her clit, he starts to rub tight circles around the hard nub to the rhythm of his hips slapping against her ass. She can feel an intense build up bubbling to the surface, not like before, but just as good.

"Oh god... yes... Daryl!" she moans loudly as she feels her walls clench around him, both panting he quickly wraps his arms around her waist knowing her legs would give way as her orgasm takes over. She feels him throb and releases deep inside of her as he holds her against the wall. She stays pressed to the wall with Daryl behind her till she can stand on her own two feet. He pulls out of her slowly, kissing her shoulder before she turns in his arms to rest her head on his chest.

"Thank you." she whispers, as he runs his hands up and down her back.

He chuckles making her look up into his eyes, "You're welcome?" he says confused, smiling down at her.

"I jus'... I really needed that...so thank you." she explains, trying not to look too heartbroken.

He looks at her concerned, cupping her face, he looks at her searchingly.

"Wha's wrong?" he says demandingly.

She hates to lie to his face like this but if she cant admit it to herself yet, she sure as hell cant admit it to him. So she puts on her best fake smile and shakes her head.

"Nothing, I jus' had a hard day yesterday is all."

He studies her for a moment and she thinks he can see right through her, but then he smiles at her and she knows she's saved for another day at least.

"Glad I could be of service then." he says smirking as he drops a kiss to the top of her head. "Better get dressed, no one needs to see my hairy ass first thing in the mornin'." he jokes.

She giggles as she steps around him, grabbing her fresh clothes she brought with her from the floor. She feels his eyes on her as she dresses, probably admiring his marks he left on her body, she can feel where fresh bruises will surface tomorrow and she cant help but smile at the thought.

She finishes dressing just as he's slinging his crossbow over his shoulder, already dressed, ready to start a new day.

"I have fence duty now so I'll meet ya for lunch later babe." she says, stretching up to plant a quick goodbye kiss on his lips.

"Ya be careful, we still don' know who opened the fence that time." he says, looking at her worried.

"I can take care of myself, but if it makes ya feel better... Maggie will be with me." she informs him, shaking her head at how protective he is of her.

She understands his apprehension, they haven't gotten to the bottom of who was feeding the walkers mice and opened the fence... it makes her jittery if she was being honest.

"I know ya can take care of yourself... I trained ya didn' I? Jus'... don' like seein' ya so close to danger." he admits.

She smiles at how endearing he is and has to kiss him again before backing out of the room.

"Daryl Dixon... have I told you lately that I love you? I'll be fine... really, I'll see ya later ok?" she shouts over her shoulder while heading out the door to the prison yard, not giving him a chance to reply.

It feels like the hottest day of the year, or she could be having hot flushes again... either way... she's hot and she hates it. She doesn't really hate it though, she loves the sun, she's just being a moody bitch and she knows the reason why, it makes her mad thinking about it.

She's been killing walkers by the fence with her crowbar for about an hour, she feels the sweat running down her back making her think she will need another shower after she's done. Maggie had been ploughing through alongside her, chatting as they kill. Her cheerful chattiness starts to grate on Beth after a while, making her snap unnecessarily at her a few times, after the forth time of her snapping, Maggie spins around facing away from the fence to glare at her.

"What the heck is your problem today!? Is Daryl not puttin' out or something!?" Maggie exclaims, huffing and puffing from her exertion, throwing her hands in the air.

Maggie's outburst wouldn't be considered ott to any sane person, but to Beth... who was an emotional wreck, took it very badly. Her bottom lip starts to tremble, she can feel her eyes fill with tears, and just before her eyes blur over she can see Maggie's horrified, guilty face. She breaks down in stuttering sobs as Maggie pulls her in for a comforting hug, trying to shush her sobbing long enough for an explanation.

"I'm sorry Beth...ya know I didn' mean it, you're havin' a bad day...we've all been stressed lately, I should have been more understandin'." Maggie defends, making her feel worse, because now Maggie thinks it's her fault she's crying.

She cant have Maggie feeling like shit because of her, she has to tell her...tell someone or she might just burst. She's shaking as she steps out of Maggie's embrace to look her in the eye, she needs to see her face when she tells her.

"It's not that Maggie. If I tell ya something do you promise not to freak out?" she says, wiping her tear stained face on the back of her large sweater sleeve, a sweater she wears to hide the evidence.

Maggie nods slowly, concern marring her features. Beth looks around quickly to check no one is looking before she lifts the bottom of her sweater up to reveal a small, barley there bump. Maggie looks down and her jaw is suddenly hanging open, her concerned expression turns to fear as she stares at Beth's baby bump.

"Please tell me that you're getting fat and that is not what I think it is!" Maggie says, still staring at her bump.

Beth feeling self conscious and pulls her sweater down to cover herself, Maggie looks up at her dumbfounded.

"I think I'm about three months now." Beth says, looking at Maggie to gauge a reaction.

Maggie's brow knits together, she see's the moment Maggie catches on to her predicament. Maggie's eyes go wide and she covers her mouth with a shaky hand.

"Does Daryl know?" Maggie asks through her hand that still covers her mouth.

She shakes her head as new tears start to roll down her cheeks.

"How does he not know?... you have a little bump Beth." Maggie asks confused.

"He thinks I'm bloated from being malnourished." she explains with a shrug.

"Is that why he's been shovelling food on your plate at dinner? He thinks you're bloated... how blind can he be!?" Maggie says, shaking her head at Daryl's ignorance.

Beth feels relief for finally telling someone, she needs her sister more than ever and telling her feels like she's giving Maggie some of the burden, which she feels incredibly guilty about... but she just had to tell someone. She's been so scared ever since she realised she was pregnant, finding out shortly after her first time with Daryl. She had terrible morning sickness, which Daryl put down to being underfed... actually... he blamed all her symptoms on being underfed. What scares her most is loosing Daryl before they even got a chance to start, she thinks of Lori too and cant deny that that runs through her mind more than she'd like it to.

"It could be Daryl's... right?" Maggie asks, snapping her out of her thoughts.

No matter how much she wanted to say yes to that question, she couldn't lie to Maggie, or Daryl, or... Rick.

"I had early symptoms before I slept with Daryl...which was a month ago, and if I'm right in saying I'm about three months along then the baby couldn' be Daryl's...it's... Rick's." she explains sadly.

"Oh lord Bethy... what are ya gonna do? This is so messed up." Maggie says, with tears rolling down her cheeks too as she pulls her in for another hug.

"I don' know Maggie, how do I tell the man I love that I'm havin' a baby tha' isn't his? He's gonna be heartbroken... I cant do that to him." she cries, sniffling into her sisters shirt.

"I know its gonna be hard Beth, but ya gotta tell him, not jus' Daryl... Rick too, the longer you leave it the worse it will be." Maggie says, running her fingers through Beth's hair soothingly.

Beth stands up straighter, moving away from Maggie's reassuring embrace to look toward the prison where she can see Daryl and Rick talking.

"You're right, I need to be honest with them, I've been carrying this around for too long. I'm gonna tell them today."

:) Let me know if you like? x