"The hell is up with you lately man?" Glenn asks as he comes to swap shifts in the tower.

Daryl glances at him and grits his teeth. "Why don't you back the fuck off?"

Glenn holds his hands up in surrender. "Hey man, I'm just lookin' out for you."

"Yeah?" Daryl growls as he grabs his crossbow and turns his back. "Don't."

There's no response from Glenn and Daryl continues on, storming out with his crossbow hanging down to the ground and swinging in his grip. Truth is, Beth fucking Greene is turning him inside out. He was the one who told her not to be thinking of him as her boyfriend, told her no kissing and to not get attached, they were just fucking. Little minx had practically laughed in his damn face, talking about how she could have 'done it with anyone' and he was so fucking stupid, but from that point he wanted her.

He didn't want no one else to touch her, only him. Only because she stood up to him and it gave him a kick like nothing else left on the fucked up Earth. He always thought she was a spoilt little princess and frankly, he didn't fucking like her. But he saw a bit of her true fire that day, the day he screwed her in some dead persons bed, her nails destroying the flesh of his ass and shoulders, all down his back and straight through his scars. Sliced them open until they bled but perversely, Daryl liked it.

Like she sliced open the wound and let all of the poisonous shit he had been harbouring for years pour out of him, sealed him back up with the blood she drawed and her pussy clenching on his cock, her glistening throat as she threw her head back and cried out her orgasm. Beth Greene was a little bitch and he was an asshole. They hated each other, but she wouldn't get out of his fucking head and not a lot of it was to do with getting his dick back inside her neither. Yeah, it was the side goal because her pussy was fucking magical, but it wasn't the biggest reason for his broken brain playing her on a loop.

No, it was that fucking comment, about her shagging who she wanted. He kept thinking about some other guy going on that run with her. Rick, maybe. Rick's still a cop at heart but who the fuck could say no to Beth goddamn Greene with those eyes and that ass? Not Daryl, that's for damn sure and he's turned down things no man would ever walk away from. Now whenever he sees her, it's like he has to be extra fucking horrible to her because she won't leave him alone. Not in his sleep or his waking hours, in his daydreams or fuck all.

She's always there and every damn time he looks at her, he remembers the hot clasp of her cunt and his knees want to give out. Then he imagines some other man enjoying that in the time since they've fucked twice and he's pretty sure he could pull someone's heart straight out of their damn chest. It gets to a point where Carol has to be the one to tell him to shape the fuck up because frankly, people are getting a little sick of his attitude. So, Daryl does what Daryl does best and goes to kill shit. Walkers at first and then he thinks he may as well get dinner while he's out and tries his luck with some squirrel.

It's too late to try and track a deer and it's even later by the time he gets in with some squirrels on his belt. The hunt didn't do him no fucking good, too much empty head space to fill her face with and the smell of her cunt, the image of his cum on her skin. So, when he gets back to the prison, he's still wound up, maybe even more so because like a good little boy he did what Carol asked. Took himself out, probably on a suggestion from Rick passed through Carol and tried to fix the fuck up, like some little errand boy and then even got dinner for the compound.

Fuck, he really is their little whipping boy, isn't he? He's her fucking whipping boy too apparently because when he notices she's not there, he nearly has a heart attack. As casually as he can, Daryl enquiries about Beth's whereabouts and finds out she's gone on a run with Rick and he only has a second to numbly nod before he stumbles blindly around a corner and holds back bile. All he can fucking think about is what she said: 'could have been anyone who come on the run with me' and the thought of her being fucked out by Rick makes his whole body feel like he's been dunked in ice.

Fuck, why is he like this? He doesn't want to feel like this, he doesn't want to give a fuck, he doesn't want to get jealous and sick and turned inside fucking out because Beth goddamn Greene isn't here when he expects her to be or is being fucked out by a man he sees as his brother. Daryl has to squeeze his eyes shut to fight nausea, but it's blackout gives him a perfect screen for all his horrible, terrified thoughts. Like Rick's cum dribbling down Beth's chin or sprayed over her ass. Fuck, inside her.

God no, Rick isn't fucking stupid enough to get her pregnant, especially with Judith being so little. Jesus, he's got to stop thinking about this because his breakfast is going to make a reappearance soon. Daryl paces all fucking night until near dawn when a car rolls up to the gates. Beth and Rick climb out not bloody and tired and beat down, like how people are supposed to look after a run, but radiant and laughing and fuck, he can't breathe but he still walks down to the gates to meet the car.

Beth's laugh tapers off as Daryl walks towards their approaching car, practically jogging with how fast he gets to her and Rick, climbing out of their seats. "What took so damn long?"

She frowns. "We got holed up with a horde outside the door."

Daryl snorts. "Yeah, looks like it."

She frowns again and when she looks at Rick, he is too. "You got summat you wanna say, Daryl?"

He crosses his arms over his chest. "Don't look like you ran from no horde, s'all."

"Okay?" Beth answers uncertainly with an exchanged, confused look with Rick before she looks back at Daryl. "Wanna help unload?"

He jerks his chin and when Rick moves to the trunk, grabs her wrist, speaking under his breath and bending his head close to her. "So, this how s'gonna be, huh? You do it with whoever's available?"

Beth has no idea what he's talking about until she realises that this is her first run without him. They only went on one more after that first time and she got fucked six ways to Sunday against a dressing table in a house surrounded by wheat fields under the hot afternoon sun. Is he jealous because she went on a run without him?

It's not her fault he went hunting and Rick asked for a volunteer. He's been trying to get back out into the swing of things and since he felt like a first timer again, he was happy to take Beth along, since she's practically a first timer too.

Beth tugs her wrist out of his hold with a shrug. "Ain't my fault you weren't here, Daryl. Someone had to do it, right?"

His face freezes in a sneer and her insides twist because he's always been an asshole to her but he's never been nasty. "Fuck, that's what you're like, huh? Fuck this, we started this shit ain't nobody else doin' it. You're comin' huntin' tomorrow, best be fuckin' ready when I come knockin'."

Before she can answer, Rick hollers for help unloading and Daryl storms away, leaving her a confused mess.

Beth's woken up bright and early the next day before nearly the sun comes up despite the fact she's only had a handful of hours sleep. Daryl won't give in though and practically hauls her out of bed himself, threatening to throw her over his shoulder if she doesn't move. She cusses him but gets up, dressed and follows him out of the prison.

He spends the whole morning tracking a deer and showing her how to do it too and it's walking side by side following the tracks that he says, "was it good?"

"Was what good?" She asks, lifting her knees high as they walk through tall grass.

Daryl huffs cynically and it grates on her nerves. "Rick, yesterday."

"The run? Yeah, it was fine."

"Just fine?" He rumbles back, close to a growl.

Beth shrugs. "Yeah, why?"

"He better than me?"

She stops and when Daryl looks back at her from up ahead, she raises a brow. "What're we talkin' about here?"

His jaw clenches and he practically spits, "you fuckin' Rick yesterday. He better than me? He make you cum?"

"What?" Beth asks incredulously. "Who the hell said I fucked Rick?"

Daryl stops now, his body squared to the side and profiled in the sun. "You, yesterday! Said someone had to do it."

"I meant the run!" Beth laughs. "I ain't fucked Rick or no other guy but you, idiot! An'… wait, did you call me easy yesterday?"

He flushes and she crosses her arms over her chest. "You made it sound… you said…"

She scowls at his babbling and steps forward, grabbing the back of his head and pulling him in for a kiss. He groans and her heart flutters because he said no kissing and surely this means something big? But he doesn't stop her, not at all, pulls her close by the fingers in her hair, tangled there and lifts her onto her tip toes with the force of his kiss. Beth moans back at the wet heat of her tongue, her stomach a mess of excitement and her clit pulsing desperately for some attention. Ever since they fucked she's wanted nothing but his cock back inside her and she's fucking getting it today, public spaces be damned.

Right there in the middle of high grass, she pulls him until they stumble down. Daryl ends up on his back, all of their hunting plans forgotten as she takes each wrist and presses them above his head, holding him down as she grinds over his hardening cock. He grunts in her mouth and rolls his hips up and they've never done this before, never had her in a position where she can take charge. She's got to admit, it's intoxicating as hell and with one hand pressing his wrists into the ground, she reaches down between them and tugs on his jeans.

He struggles in her hold, bucking his hips hard up into her so that his dick will ride the seam of her jeans, massaging her clit straight through the fabric. It's good enough that with the right angle she could cum and all the warning waves are riding through her but she cuts off their contact to yank his cock out. He makes some sort of noise, something strangled and she grins, panting as she looks down at him and strokes his cock with easy, fast glides of her closed fist. Daryl whines up at her, his head rolling across the ground and his wrists still straining against her hand, nearly breaking free multiple times.

Beth keeps stroking his cock and holding him down and when she bends her head to close her mouth around the head of his cock, he's suddenly shouting a warning and wriggling like a snake, his cries desperate and begging. It's fucking amazing how sexy it makes her feel, how wet her panties are with this man, this grown man begging her to stop or he's going to blow his load.

She can't stop though, not even when nerves hit her because she's never done this before and she's never swallowed cum. It's too hot, the sight and feel and taste of him, so she sucks harder. He whines again, louder, thinner and it lances through her, impales her with how erotic it is and something pangs in her clit so hard she's on the very tight edge of cumming, even without being touched. She's sweating with the heat of the moment and the blazing sun over their heads, her jaw aching a little but she keeps going.

Her persistence pays off because Daryl suddenly yells, "oh, fuckkk."

A dirty, perverse heat rides her spine and when she grinds the seam of her jeans against his knee, the fabric stroking her clit, she cums in her panties, moaning so long that her throat opens around Daryl's cock and he bottoms out, filling the back of her throat with lashes of hot cum. She thinks she can swallow it all and she tries. Except it's not as easy as she thought and suddenly she's gagging, tears streaming down her face and his cock slipping between her lips on the last, pitiful spurts of cum which catches her across the cheek and brow.

She's breathless, gasping and a mess but she's still shuddering with her orgasm, feeling filthy and used and loving every damn second of it. Daryl collapses on his back and she collapses along his side, her hand desperately opening the button of her jeans and shoving past the destroyed, soaked material of her panties. His head rolls sluggishly to the side to watch her, his eyes lidded and face flushed as her fingers part her coarse curls and rub her clit without mercy, her spine bowed and teeth clenched as she cums again, whining loudly.

Beside Beth, Daryl groans desperately, his thick fingers pushing past hers, both of their fingers slipping in her juices until he rides her slit and finds her opening, parting her sticky lips to shove two fingers into her rippling cunt. She turns her head into his shoulder and screams, shuddering hard in full body tremors as he rocks her frame with his vicious finger fucking.

He hums under his breath and shoves his shoulder into her face, suppressing her screaming so it's muffled in his skin and then he hisses when her teeth embed into his bare flesh, revealed by the ragged sleeves of his shirt. Even when the last wave rolls through her and she stops rubbing her clit, Daryl fucks her a few more times before he finally stops.

They simply lay there like that, his cock out and her jeans open, panties pushed down and both of their hands down her pants, fingers sticky and mixing together in her juices. God knows what her face looks like, but she's riding such an orgasmic high she couldn't care less.

"Daryl? You know you asked me if Rick was better?" She murmurs.

He hums back in confirmation and she grins when she says, "ain't no one gonna fuck me as good as you do."