It starts when Beth seeks escape from
the still quiet of the night. The silence makes it too easy for her to let
grief and anger in. She wants to walk in the darkness, whole it's cool and
peaceful. Somehow walking takes her mind off the images of the friends and
family who'd stumbled from the barn and gunned down by Shane Walsh.
Beth curses herself for not seeing
through her father's delusions about her mother and brother. She wishes she
could have been stronger, admitted what had happened, and allowed herself to
grieve, but the past was done and there's only now. No future. She doesn't
delude herself into believing she'll grow old.
Daryl's the last person she expects to
make a connection with. It's a windy night, past midnight, when she sneaks into
the barn that's been cleared out to fuck Jimmy. He's clueless about the female
body but he makes for a passable distraction.
She's against a table, Jimmy clumsily
thrusting into her, when he walks in with some dead animals he's snared. Daryl
Dixon freezes for a moment, his mind registering what eyes are telling him. He
immediately turns to leave but in that moment the sex becomes truly good for
the first time ever. Beth moistened, Jimmy notices how she clutches him,
unaware that the audience is what has excited Beth and not his inept
ministrations.
The moans that suddenly erupt from Beth
are genuine and Daryl freezes, his eyes locked on hers, unable to look away
now. She comes for the first time. Not because of Jimmy but because of the connection
she shares with Daryl. A connection as real as a physical touch.
...
Beth's walking again. This time the
night is warm and a gentle breeze stirs the balmy air. She comes to Daryl's
tent, bringing a pitcher of lemonade. He doesn't want it. He doesn't want her
around. He feels guilty for watching her fuck her boyfriend, she can see it. Or
maybe he feels guilty for wanting to replace him. Beth sits the lemonade down.
He tells her to leave, even as she yanks
her shirt over her head and let's it fall to the ground, revealing small
breasts tipped with hardened pink nipples. Daryl paces, knowing his threats
carry no weight with her. She's too young to touch and too beautiful to ignore.
She's too tempting to resist when she steps towards him but he finds it within
himself to retreat into his tent. Beth leaves the lemonade, puts on her shirt,
and returns home.
Days pass. They finally have a little
peace on the farm. Beth hasn't needed to go for a walk. She's making peace with
what life is now. There's conflict in the form of the Randall captive. She
finds out Daryl interrogated him, roughed him up. She sees he doesn't like what
he did.
It's for him that she walks, bringing another pitcher of lemonade to the small camp he calls home. Nights are cooling down
but they're not unpleasant. He's already pacing when he realizes she's there.
This time when he looks at her he isn't
as tense. This time his eyes roam her body, thirstily drinkng her in, and he doesn't retreat when she steps towards him. The moon is out and bright. He backs
into a corner of the old cook pit and she follows, invisible now to anyone on the
farm looking in their direction.
He's not going to ask her for a damn thing. She knows that. He'll take what she's willing to give.
"I'm old enough to be your
daddy," he says. That hasn't stopped his cock from hardening when she gets
on her knees before him.
"Yeah...but you're not," she
replies, and takes him into her mouth.
...
Beth goes walking the night Dale dies.
She has to wait until almost two in the morning before everyone in the house
and grounds are asleep. She circles around the lake, unable to sneak past Andrea, who's on watch on the RV, and comes to Daryl's camp. He's inside this time. A
clear message he doesn't want to be disturbed. A message Beth ignores when she unzips
his tent flap.
Suddenly she's being pulled inside and
there's a knife to her throat. She'd seen the guilt in Daryl's eyes after their
encounter. She'd also seen how badly he wanted another, and she'd given it to
him. He removes the knife and just holds her by the arms, looking her in the
eye, conflicted about pushing her out or keeping her in. It's not until she
presses her mouth to his that he makes the decision to pull her in.
He knows she's not a virgin. He doesn't
have to worry about hurting her. His hands are rough, yanking down the zipper
on her jeans and undoing the button before giving her a final chance to leave.
"Do it however you need to,"
she tells him.
His face is on fire with anger. They'd
lost Sophia. Now they'd lost Dale. The farm was supposed to be safe but the
threat from the outside world had found its way in and ruined it all for them.
He shoves her over onto her face. Beth listens to the clink of his belt buckle
coming undone, listens to the zipper come down, listens to his labored
breathing as she lifts her hips off the lumpy material of the sleeping bag that
smells of Daryl Dixon--sweat, musk, forest, even death.
He shoves inside of her, not at all
gentle as Jimmy would have been, and it makes her even wetter. She grips
handfuls of the blanket and listens to his breathing become even harsher,
listens to his grunts as he pumps into her, his pace hard and fast, his thick
cock stretching her painfully. That pain is sweet, makes her slick walls even
slicker, makes her lift her hips to match his hard, steady, angry thrusts.
Daryl Dixon is pissed off at the world and he's taking it out on her and Beth
feels herself awaken inside. She feels something in her that she never knew
existed come to life.
"Harder!" she cries, begging
for him to slam into her. He withdraws for a moment, pulls her back until she's
on her knees, and then he's thrusting into her again, hurting her so deeply she
sobs. Her arousal has never been so intense, and it becomes even hotter when
she feels one of his hands wrap around her neck to squeeze, cutting down her
air, making her dizzy, making it even more intense when her walls clench around
him.
He suddenly withdraws and she feels his
climax splash across her ass and her thighs in thick, hot spurts. His cries are
low, guttural, like those of a dying animal as he finds the release he's had
pent up for far too long.
When it's over, he simply zips up and
lies back, one arm covering his eyes. Perhaps he can't look at her, look at the
sweet girl he'd brutally fucked, after she'd begged him to do so, or perhaps
he's just tired. Either way she's been dismissed and if she stays she knows
she'll have worn out her welcome. Beth pulls on her jeans and crawls from the
tent, her body aching, knowing she'll have bruised hips from his harsh grasp
and possibly even bruised thighs but she doesn't care. Something primal has
awakened within her, awakened by the mean redneck in the tent far from the
house she grew up in.
She'd be back for more…and he'd give it
to her.
