Some bethyl morning smut because why not? As usual, set in a time when Beth and Daryl are together in Alexandria.

Beth loves the mornings.

She hated mornings for the longest time. When she finally left the hospital and began to track her way to Alexandria, the mornings meant countless hours of walking, tracking, and the endless amount of walkers she would run into along the way. It also meant time to reflect on her loneliness, which she despised. While the feeling fueled her entire way to the gates of Alexandria, she despised how empty she felt when she would finally find a place to sleep. Morning was a reset…a promise for another exhausting and heartbreaking day.

But now...now she adores them.

Daryl always wakes up first. She knew this a long time ago, when they escaped the prison together. When she woke up, she would always find him up and about, checking their supplies and patrolling the boundaries of their safety lines.

But everything is different now.

They are together, wrapped together in a bed with soft sheets and fluffy pillows. Beth can understand the feeling of unease that Daryl explained to her about the place…it feels too normal. Yet, moments like this, where she wakes up nestled in Daryl's arms and he's looking at her like she's some form of angel…it makes her really like the new normal that they have found.

This morning, she feels the touch of Daryl's fingers tracing the scars that mark her face. She can slightly feel his touch over the dead skin and she attempts to feign sleep as he continues to trace her.

Suddenly, she feels his lips pressing softly against her mouth.

"Mornin' Beth."

She forgets how perceptive he is.

She playfully grabs his hand as she opens her eyes, drawing it in to kiss his palm. "Morning…do you have to be anywhere today?"

He shakes his head slightly, regarding her as he brushes her bedhead hair, his hand massaging her scalp.

"Aaron doesn't need me out for a bit. Says we can relax for a time."

They don't say it, but both know that her arrival had shifted the entire workings of the safety zone. She was the miracle everyone needed.

Beth leans down and kisses his neck, smiling at his sharp intake of breath. "Well, I'm definitely feeling relaxed." Another wet kiss. "Hope we have this for a while."

He moans softly and shifts his body to hover over her. She feels so incredibly powerful. How she just has to kiss this man and he's a hopeless wreck for her. It is not just him though. He just has to give her a look and she becomes a helpless puddle, forgetting the fact that she's a woman who survived a damn gunshot to the head.

"We will," he mutters sharply, before he claims her mouth in a deep kiss that wakes up her entire body. She sighs into his mouth and slides her hands into his hair, drawing him closer.

"You really need a haircut," she says breathlessly as he moves his lips to her jaw and down to her neck. His long, soft hair is a curtain around her face and she takes a lock of it in her hand, stroking it lovingly.

"You think? I always thought you liked the fact you could yank on my hair," he replies easily as he nips her earlobe.

She blushes deeply as some rather filthy memories of her hair yanking come flooding back into her mind. "Well, we wouldn't cut it that short."

Chuckling, he moves his hand down her chest and onto her stomach, making her slightly squirm underneath him.

She can feel the ache building between her things and she arches helplessly into him. Much to her annoyance, he continues to paint lazy patterns with his finger, trailing it between the valleys of her breast and into her bellybutton. His lips claim hers as she progressively becomes louder, her ability to keep quiet continuing to fail.

"Daryl, please," she begs when he frees her mouth. His finger moves down to a leg, pressing hard enough for her to understand he wants her to open her legs. She does.

"What do you want me to do, girl?"

She's breathless at how gruff his voice has become. He does this more now, asking her to instruct him. She thinks he likes the way she continues to blush and stammer as she instructs him to do things to her.

"Daryl, I want you to go down on me. I want you to kiss me and finger me down there until I come and I want to watch you do it," she says as best as she can, pulling herself back so his head is now at her stomach.

He's looking at her with an overbearing amount of lust and awe, and as he places his lips to her lower stomach, she thinks she will actually come as he mutters, "My girl…my girl…"

When he finally places his lips against her sex, she is certain her cry wakes up Aaron and Eric.

The second she comes down from her orgasm and Daryl has finished lapping at her, she drags him up by the hair to kiss him. She tastes herself on him, a taste that is unique and different, but still her. Daryl always says he can't get enough.

They make out for what feels like an eternity, until Beth feels how incredibly hard he is against her leg. She quickly turns them over and kisses him deeply once more before she lowers herself, trailing kisses down his chest.

"Your turn."

As she draws out the taste of him, she watches as he grasps her hair and sighs, "You're so beautiful…you're so fucking beautiful". Even with her scars, in that moment, she truly does feel beautiful.

Beth has never loved the mornings more.