Beth awoke to the muffled sounds of Glenn and Maggie. That was probably the culprit of that dream. Wiping the sweat off her brow she placed her hand on her racing heart. Sighing, if only it were real. Daryl had taken her out into the woods, he was teaching her how to track. Once they had gotten so far they ran into a heard of walkers. He had yelled at her to run. But she knew if she were to run, he would die. And she would loose him forever. Instead of running she grabbed his hand and all but pulled him up the nearest tree. They climbed for what seemed like ages until they came across a limb large enough to support their weight. She sat in the middle letting her legs dangle while he sat facing her, his back pressed against the tree. They watched in silence as the walkers clawed the tree. Shaking, she grabbed his hand. Her heart was beating way to fast to be healthy.

"Thanks for not leavin me," he mumbled.

"I could never do that Daryl," she whispered, shyly peeking a glance at him. His eyes slowly met hers and it was as if time stood still. They leaned in kissing each other with everything they had. Then she was there straddling him, just about to make love to him when she woke up.

Groaning to herself. Now fully awake and sexually frustrated. She thought back to how he felt pressed against her back. His ragged breathing, his hard cock pressed hard against her. She bit her lip to stifle a moan. Her body was throbbing all over at the very thought of him. She wanted his touch, to feel his lips against hers. The hot moisture between her thighs only made things worse. Technically she could take care of herself. Blushing at the thought of touching herself like that. Silently cursing him, she hoped he felt the same frustration. She knew he was aroused earlier, his cock made that prominent. The very thought of him caused another heat wave. Even with how frustrated she was she couldn't get herself to slip her hands into her panties. She longed to feel something inside her. Nothing had even been there. Not even girly products. Her momma always worried they'd cause an infection. Sighing she sat up in her bed. Her muscles and shoulders aching something terrible. Kicking off her blanket she made her way out of her cell. She knew it probably wasn't the smartest ides running into him, while she was in this state. But she didn't care. She wanted him and he wanted her too even if he would never act on it. Maybe some physical training would help clear her head. She all but laughed at herself knowing it would do nothing but make matters worse. But she wanted to be around him. Sighing she opened the door to go find the culprit of her frustration.

Daryl made his rounds around the perimeter, unconsciously peeking over at the door. He had grown used to her nightly visits. He even started to look forward to them. Sighing at himself he shook his head. She wasn't going to be coming out tonight. She was fast asleep in her cell. He had walked past before starting his shift. Not wanting to wake her. Though they were safe for the time being sleep was still sacred. And he was not going to rob her of that. Still that didn't stop him from hoping to see her blonde head bobbing towards him. Turning towards the guard tower he felt his heart speed up. Their encounter earlier still fresh in his mind. The way she pressed harder against him once she felt him. She drove him insane. He wasn't one to let girls get into his head. Or even get that worked up sexually. He was always able to control it. But with Beth he had no control. His body had a mind of its own when it came to her. It excited and scared him all at the same time. And the fact that he could never have her made it that much more torturous. Sighing he made his way up the stairs, placing his crossbow against the door he spotted a bottle of Jack Daniel's with a note.

"Thought you might like this. -Glenn"

Smiling down at the note he put it to the side. Glenn was awesome like that. Picking up the bottle he walked out onto the balcony. He sat back against cabin facing towards the field. It was another quiet night, not a walker to be seen. He sighed, and looked back over at the bottle of Jack Daniel's. Screwing the cap off he took a quick swig. He wouldn't let himself get drunk, but a couple of shots wouldn't hurt. He leaned back enjoying the warmth as it slid down his throat. He closed his eyes just for a moment before he heard soft groaning noises from below. He leaned over the rail closest to the prison to look down. That's when he saw her. Her blonde hair pulled up into a loose pony tail.

Beth sat on the bottom stair, rubbing her shoulder with a painful moan. She hadn't been able to find Daryl anywhere. Which was probably for the best. She rotated her shoulders backwards then leaned her head between her knees, trying to stretch her back. She leaned back and started to rotate her shoulders once more when she felt the pressure of two large hands on her shoulders. She started to move and protest but once his thumbs started making small circles, she went limp. Letting her head fall forward with a small moan.

"Shhh," He whispered in her ear. He felt her relax the instant she heard his voice. The small gesture made him smile as he slowly worked at the knot below her shoulder.

"Oww! Ow oh ow!" She whimpered as he worked.

"Shh, just breathe," She could smell the liquor and cigarette smoke on him; it doing nothing but turning her on more. She tried to stifle the moan that escaped her lips when he pressed back down on the tender flesh.

"Ah. Oh God that hurts! But feels so good! Ah! Sorry." She whined out.

He clamped a hand over her mouth, "You've gotta be quiet." Daryl tried not to think about how sexual her noises were, she moaned louder into his hand and placed hers over his for help. "You're just tryin to get me in trouble aren't ya?" he teased without stopping, her skin was so unbelievably soft, she slumped back against him.

"Didn't think you'd be out tonight. Thought you were sleepin." He mumbled stepping back, much to her dismay.

"Couldn't sleep." She mumbled she wasn't about to tell him that she couldn't fall back asleep because she wanted him. "Thought some training and fresh air would help" She tried not to focus on how sexy it was when he covered her mouth. Just something else to add to her fantasy list. "Wait. Have you been drinking?" She asked turning to face him, and her breath stuck in her throat. Daryl was standing there wearing his leather vest, his jeans from earlier, she could see a small patch of hair in the middle and a small path leading down to his jeans.

"Glenn found me a bottle of Jack on the last run. Just took a gulp. I wouldn't get drunk on watch."

"Can I have a shot?" She asked aware of her lack of clothing. Her tank top was damn near see through, her nipples hardened from her arousal didn't help matters any.

"A shot?" He asked almost confused, trying his hardest to keep his eyes on her face.

"Yes a shot," she giggled. "S'okay, I can help myself," She hurried up the stairs before he could comprehend her actions.

"What do you think your doing!" He called already on her heels, "Get your ass back here!" he growled catching her around her waist and pushed her up against the wall. Her giggles filling up the space. He watched her inhale sharply, as his body crushed against hers to keep her from running. She stared up into his face. Playing up her eyes, she even thought about adding a pouting lip, when they heard the wind slam the door closed. They both tensed, it wouldn't look very good if someone caught them like this. Daryl leaned down to see if anyone had walked in. And she took that momentary pause to successfully run up the last few steps and into the small room. She saw his cross bow leaning against the wall then spotted the liquor bottle just outside the door. Grabbing it she quickly sat on the floor.

He walked hesitantly into the room with her. As if she was a ticking bomb or some kind of forbidden fruit. She took a quick gulp before coughing. It was a lot stronger than she had anticipated.

"What the fuck do you think you are doin? Your daddy will have my head!" He asked swiping the bottle from her. She was trying her damnedest not to stare at him.

"Ever heard of sharing," She teased as he sat down against the wall facing her.

"Ya know, now that I think about it. I never was a fan of that word." He chuckled, a small buzz starting to set in.

"Sorry, I was just havin a bad night." She sighed it wasn't a lie. "Maggie and Glenn were "tryin to be quiet". He nodded knowing exactly what she meant. Those two were like rabbits. He slowly handed her the bottle.

"Fine but I'm limiting you on this," He mumbled, his eyes drifting down to her small perky breasts.

"Thanks," She whispered taking a quick gulp and handing it back to him. He rose an eyebrow at her, "I don't want anymore." She could already feel the alcohol going to her head. Smiling at him. "So what are you doin up here? I couldn't find you anywhere." She admitted trying not to blush.

He shrugged, "I like it up here, its quiet. And I didn't think you were gonna be out tonight so I was just taking it easy." He teased lighting a cigarette. She couldn't help but watch him. A silly smile played on her lips. "What?" He asked, he was one of the only people she knew that could talk with it and still look sexy. "I'm not givin you one."

"I don't want one," she giggled, thinking back to her dream.

"Just like starin at me then," he teased exhaling the smoke.

"Yeah I do." She said the liquor giving her more courage than she thought possible. She gave him an honest grin as he took a deep drag. He almost looked worried.

"So do you wanna train?"

"Nah, think we could take it easy tonight?" She teased using her Daryl voice.

"Sure."

"Your right it is quiet up here," she said standing up to look out the windows. Doing anything to distract her from him. He grunted a response. She turned to look at him. He was chewing on the side of his thumb. "Do you think you could teach me how to track? Maybe even hunt?"

"Do you want to?" He asked, looking up at her. His eyes wider than normal. She nodded, kneeling back down on the blanket.

"Yea. If you'll teach me that is." She whispered looking into his blue eyes. He nodded and started biting on his thumb again. "What are you thinking about?" She whispered.

"I dunno." he mumbled, not meeting her eyes. He wasn't about to tell her the truth.

"Don't I dunno me." She whispered, he quickly looked up at her. Her blue eyes sparkling. He took a shaky breath and shrugged his shoulders.

"Just stuff,"

"Okay." She said standing up, she wasn't going to beg. Walking over to the window she peeked a glance at him. His eyes watching her every move.

"What are you thinking about?" He murmured. Not moving from his seat against the wall. She tried to hide the blush that consumed her face. He arched his eyebrow at her.

"Stuff," she mumbled smiling. She felt his gaze on her but she didn't turn. She tried to force the thoughts away but they always crept back up on her. Peeking another glance at his bare chest, she bit her lip. "I changed my mind about not training."

He quickly stood to grab his crossbow. "Alright what do you wanna start with?"

She placed her hand on his. "We can stay up here." She walked up to him Sucking in a sharp breath as she drew closer to his chest. Oh how she wished to run her fingers over his hard abs. Her hand was half way there when she stopped it. Quickly looking up into his eyes.

"So, where do you want to start?"

"Hmm," she tapped her chin, feeling slightly woozy from the alcohol. "I dunno. Where do you think we should start?"

"You need to be more aware of your surroundings. Like when you are focusing on one thing always keep your ears open." She nodded as he walked a few steps behind her. "Okay, now walk out there like you were earlier. Pretend to be holding a gun." He motioned towards the door.

She quickly obeyed, the memories of him pressed hard against her back still fresh in her mind. Just the thought was turning her on even more. Standing about where she was earlier she turned to face him, "Like this?" He nodded.

"Now focus on that walker over there. Like you were about to shoot it." He smiled when she slowly moved into the correct stance. He tried not to linger on the curve of her hips, or the way her bottom played peek-a-boo with her shorts. Fuck if he didn't feel his dick stir yet again. She was gonna give him blue balls if he wasn't careful. Walking slowly towards her, she held up her arms mimicking a gun. Her giggle, sent flutters to his heart. Shaking his head. He crept toward her. Silently sneaking up. He quickly covered her mouth with his hand and drug her back into the cabin. Her giggling the whole way. "You really shouldn't be giggling right now. I could be a rapist or something." He said releasing her. He wasn't comfortable grabbing her like that. The heated look in her eyes, the way she sighed when he removed his hand. It was almost too much. He quickly sat back down against the wall while she corrected herself. Her tank top had pulled up slightly revealing her lower stomach. And he felt his body clench. He couldn't get the thought of her creamy hip out of his head.

Slowly she moved towards him. The alcohol giving her liquid courage. She swung her leg over his, straddling his hips. Pressing her forehead up against his, "But you're not a rapist, Daryl." She whispered in the most seductive voice she could muster. She ran her finger down his cheek. Smiling as he trembled, ever so slightly. "In fact," she whispered, slowly parting her lips.

He watched as her gaze drifted to his lips. Still in shock that she was straddling him on his lap. He couldn't wrap his mind around it. Blame it on the liquor or her unnatural enchantment. But he couldn't believe she was sitting on him right now. Slowly inching her face towards him, her lips parted.

"Beth," he whispered her name softly.

She ignored his weak protest. Slowly bringing her lips to his, kissing him softly. She let her lips linger just for a second, letting the moment sink in. She was kissing Daryl Dixon! She let a soft sigh escape her lips before parting them to taste him better. She felt his lips part in response, and she thought her heart might explode. His hands gently cupping her cheek. He wasn't pushing her away! She kissed him harder and deeper as she scooted right up against his chest. Wrapping an arm around his neck keeping him close. She moaned as his tongue dove into her mouth. Her fingers tangling themselves in his hair. He tasted of cigarettes and whiskey, and she couldn't have found it more delicious.

He made a low noise in his throat as he kissed her with equal ferocity. Knowing she wanted him just as bad as he did her. His hands knotted in her blonde hair. He resituated her grinding hips on his, pulling her hard against his throbbing cock.

She could feel him growing hard through her clothes, she had to break the kiss to moan against his lips. The fire between her legs felt so good pressing against him, even through her clothes. She rocked herself back and forth as she brought her lips back to his. Her tongue rolling lazily across his bottom lip.

Daryl looked at her though his dark lashes, breathing heavily. She leaned back in for more, but his hand in her hair didn't allow and further progression. He had to stop this. She was just a kid. A sweet innocent child, compared to him. He didn't care how badly he wanted this, she deserved to be with someone better. Someone who actually deserved her.

Before she could park on the steamy though of being held back with just a bit of pain. She felt his hard cock just beneath his jeans. The very thought would have drenched her panties, if they weren't already soaked through. She moved against him again, moaning as her clit made contact. But instead of pulling her in for another kiss, he continued to pull her back.

"No," He whispered hoarsely, willing his voice to work, "No, no fucking way," he breathed heavily and pushed her off him gently, "What the fuck was that." He said more to himself than to her.

Her breathing was fast, she took in a shaky breath, "I-I'm sorry," Her voice wavered,

"Have you lost your damn mind?" Daryl ran his hand through his hair shaking his head.

"Didn't you want to?" She asked confused, slightly hurt.

"What? N-no, of course not. You- I am way too old for you," He just stared at her bewildered. Of course he wanted her, no man in his right mind wouldn't. But he wasn't good enough for her, in any way shape or form. She is so sweet and innocent, and he was anything but good. "Fuck! Your daddy is going to kick my ass!" He wasn't sure he would ever be able to look that man in the face again. He cared deeply about Hershel and respected the man. He was the closest thing to a father figure he's ever had and now he was going to kill him!

She felt her face fall, "But.. you kissed me back?"

"I'm only a man, Beth!" He said defensively, louder than he meant.

She tried not to let the hurt and humiliation get to her, "Okay," She whispered tears pooling in her eyes. She pushed herself up from the ground, and turned for the door.

"Beth," The exasperated way he said her name only making it worse.

"I'm leaving, okay?" She whispered, she was half way out the door when he grasped her arm from behind. She turned back around and looked into his face. He was upset, confliction clear in his eyes.

"I'm sorry," He whispered placing his forehead against hers.

"You have nothing to be sorry for," She whispered back a tear falling silently down her check.

"Are you okay?" He asked, wanting to pull her in his arms.

"No not really," She whispered, she was hurt and humiliated. "You only live once right? Well, kinda." he chuckled softly, "I've wanted to do that for a while now. Besides it was worth a shot. Better than trying to figure out how to do it myself," She slowly shrugged, trying to shrug the whole incident away.

He couldn't believe she was actually saying these things to him. Daryl knew he would never make the first move and he wasn't. But Beth of all people, went that far to sleep with him. He couldn't deny how much that turned him on. Yes, he kissed her and he didn't want to stop but he didn't deserve this angel in front of him. He was hard before but the thought of actually taking her, about made him cum in his pants. "Beth," He whispered, trying to figure out how to explain to her how he didn't deserve to be with a girl like her.

She moved around him to the bottle and took another gulp. Sitting down against the wall, and sighed. He sat down beside her and she turned to face him.

"Sorry," She said simply, looking down at her hands. "I thought you wanted me too."

"Don't," He mumbled, he was horrible at these things. He cupped her check to bring her eyes back to his. His breath hitched for the tiniest second, as her blue eyes met his. "I do want you Beth, in more ways than one. But a dirty ass redneck don't deserve to be with a girl like you." He said lifting the front of his shirt. "I don't deserve you."

"I beg to differ, Daryl. I want you more than I have ever wanted anybody. I've never wanted to be with anyone this bad."

"Those are just your silly hormones." He kidded, trying to lighten up the mood. He knew it was a lie as soon as he said it but lying was what needed to be done.

"Daryl," she stated giving him that look, "I have never wanted to be with someone this bad. Not Zach hell not even Jimmy." And that was the truth, she was so excited when they had decided to be more than friends but that didn't even compare to this. Then poor Zach, she never even truly wanted to be with him. But she needed to be close to somebody. But even then they never did anything other than kiss. But with Daryl it was like she was drawn to him in so many ways.

"Beth," he whispered, gently grabbing the back of her neck to pull her in for a kiss. Just a soft one. Then she parted her lips, letting him kiss her deeper. Their tongues met just as the first explosion hit. Rattling the whole tower. Daryl motioned her to get down. The mood changing completely.

Daryl peeked out the door looking out towards the road. He felt his eyes harden as his jaw set. A red pick up truck soon came into view.

"What is it?" She whispered trying to peek under his arm. The sun was slowly rising in the distance and she could faintly hear the sound of tires. Her heart quickened as he turned his eyes back to her, all warmth gone. He was back on high alert.

"We have a visitor." He quickly grabbed his crossbow, "Run to the prison wake Rick and the others." She nodded quickly, running as fast as she could down the stairs.

He raced after her his heart pounding in his chest, he watched her run in through the prison door. Before turning towards the gates.

"What's goin on?" Merle grumbled running out the prison door. They watched the red truck stop in front of the gate. Followed by six vehicles and a tank. Clearly the culprit of the explosion. Daryl's heart sank to feet...

The Governor.

Thank you all for reading! The last chapter was pretty small so I decided to upload the next as well. Chapter eight pretty much follows the tv episode. I mixed around some of the dialogue to include Merle and Carol, which as you can see I've kept around. Is there anything you guys would like to see happen? If so PM me and I can try to work it all in! Thank you all again for all off the reviews and follows! They mean so much!