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“Put your gun on the ground and get on your knees,” a firm voice spoke from behind her.
She hadn’t seen or heard them coming, but whoever it was sounded so familiar. Beth slowly lowered her gun, the one Daryl had gifted her, to the ground. Taking a chance, she spun around to face her opposition.
“Rick? Glenn?” Her eyes opened wide, prickling with tears, as they lowered their guns.
“Beth,” Rick said with a relieved sigh, dropping his gun. He scooped her up into a tight hug that temporarily cut off her air intake, only to be joined by Glenn.
“You’re alive!” Glenn spoke with awe, releasing her from his hold and she could see the tears forming in his eyes. “Maggie is going to be so excited to see you, we’ve been so worried.”
“Yeah well, nothing to worry about, I have my own personal bodyguard,” she chuckled.
“Daryl?” Rick questioned.
“Yeah” Beth replied with a contented sigh.
“Where- uh- where is he at?” the older man questioned with worry.
Understandable in this shitty world, even if it is Daryl, Beth thought.
“At our camp. He had a bit of an accident while out hunting, so I made him stay and rest while I looked for antibiotics,” she spoke with a small grimace, “Where are the others?”
Rick whistled, a high shrieking one, that slightly startled Beth, but she could hear new steps approaching behind her. The steps stopped with a gasp and a shriek, “Beth!” Maggie yelled, no mind to the dead walking.
“Maggie,” she spoke as she embraced her sister.
“I thought you were gone,”
“No, luckily I had Daryl to be my knight in shining armor.”
Maggie’s eyes flashed strangely with that, “Daryl? Where is he?”
“Camp.”
“Well, what are you waiting for, take us to him,” Rick stated excitedly.
Beth could understand his anxiety to see his sort of pseudo-brother.
“Yeah, yeah. Follow me.”
The store wasn’t too far from their camp, maybe a twenty-minute walk or so, relatively walker-less.
“So,” Glenn started, “How long have you and Daryl been traveling together?”
“Since the prison fell, so about eight months, I think,” Beth looked the group, “Have you all been together since then?”
“For the most part, yeah,” Rick responded, “We tried to find as many as we could, and worried like hell when we couldn’t find you two,”
They came upon a clearing in the trees, where a small log cabin sat. Beth found the moss-covered stones that made up the pathway to the house. She climbed the stained wooden stairs and entered through the small doorway. As she led the group into the living area she sighed, “Home, sweet, home.”
Her and Daryl had found this place about three days before, after he’d injured himself boar hunting. Stumbling through the woods looking for a shed, or a house, or anything that would have something to stop the bleeding. This cabin had been a blessing. It was almost fully stocked with non-perishables and ammo. And it was completely walker free.
“He’s in here, but please be mindful, he was hurt pretty bad and needs his rest,” She scolded with a pointed look.
Slowly, she opened the door as not to startle or wake him if he was finally asleep.
Beth never got used to seeing this beautiful man. Her man. He was laying fast asleep on his back in the queen bed. Bathed in the golden early morning sunlight, toned chest and abdomen exposed to the light. He was absolutely gorgeous even when at his worst, not that he’d ever think that himself. From her spot in the doorway, she could see the large gauze pad wrapping the side of his torso, just under his ribs, where the hog had gored him.
Motioning for the group to wait at the door, she made her way to his side and sat down on the surprisingly comfortable bed. Playing with his messy black locks, she leaned down and whispered to him, “Daryl,”
His eyes opened, uncharacteristically slow, lulled by the pain in his side.
“Hey,” he spoke with a small smile.
“How are you feeling? I got you some pills that should help the pain,” she stated in a hushed tone, still playing with his hair as her other hand traveled over the bandages, eventually settling on his left hand. The hand where her ring, the one she’d given him, lay.
Daryl, still unaware of their audience, senses dulled by the searing hurt in his torso, mirthfully stated, “Better, now that you’re back in bed with me,”
A throat cleared from the doorway, and all the hairs on his body stood at attention as his eyes snapped to the group. Almost instantly he relaxed after processing who had invaded their space. Beth turned to the comically bewildered group who she had, admittedly, almost forgot were there.
Way to ruin a good moment, Beth thought.
“Daryl,” Rick spoke as he made his way inside the room, “Good to see you, man,” His eyes flickered down to where their hands were now linked together, rings shining in the light. He didn’t mention it.
One after the other the group slowly invaded the room and Beth made to pull up his covers to give him some semblance of privacy.
“How’d ya find us?” the hunter slurred.
“We didn’t, Beth found us. Said she was looking for pills.” Glenn answered shifting his eyes away from where Beth was still playing with Daryl’s dark strands.
“Atta girl,” the older man remarked, earning him a sharp tug of his hair, which he probably enjoyed more than he should have.
“Listen,” Michonne stated, “We have a community with a lot of people, an infirmary too. That wound looks bad, it needs to be looked at.”
“That where y’all’ve been stayin’?” Daryl questioned with a yawn, “How far?”
It was a man with curly brown hair who answered this time, “Yes, not too far from here. A couple of hours or so by car,” he anxiously played with his hands, “I’m Aaron, by the way.” He stuck his hand out as an offering. Her and Daryl exchanged looks, but each took it without question.
“Sounds great but we’re going to need time to gather our things, and I still need to change his dressings,” Beth announced as she walked out of the room motioning for them to follow, “Why don’t you guys go and get your cars, while Michonne, Maggie, and I pack everything. We should be on the road in about an hour.”
After all the details were hammered out and most of the group left to retrieve the cars, Beth had changed Daryl’s dressings and got him dressed. When she walked from their bedroom, insisting that he rest until the last moment, she was immediately ambushed.
“Soooo,” Maggie drawled.
“How long have you been fucking Daryl Dixon?” Michonne finished.
A laugh, that Beth could only describe as pure and utter shock, was so violently pushed from her that she could have sworn it knocked the wind out of her. She had expected them to say something, just not that.
“Michonne,” she muttered out incredulously.
“Yeah Michonne, obviously they make love.” Maggie joked sarcastically.
“Maggie,” Beth breathed out in defeat.
They couldn’t enjoy this nice reunion?
“What? You’re telling me you had eight months to climb him like a tree and you didn’t? Yeah right. Don’t think I didn’t see your matching wedding bands.” Her sister gave her a look, as Beth shook her head defeatedly.
The rest of the day went on without issue, they had loaded up all the supplies still left at the cabin into Rick’s SUV, opting to follow them on the bike that they had scored a few weeks ago. Daryl had been teaching her how to drive it and she felt comfortable enough to drive them both. The trip was long and could not have been easy on him, but she felt a selfish relief having him plastered on her back for so long, reassuring her that he’s here. Alive. Hers.
They pulled up to a large gate with a sign that read: Alexandria Safe Zone. More reunions ensued as well as new meetings and they both almost cried happy tears when Carl placed Judith in their arms. They were taken to Ricks house and were given one bedroom each, making Daryl roll his eyes, because that’s not fucking happening.
Finally once darkness fell the pair were finally left to their own devices. As she changed, Beth could see her beautiful man laying on their new bed, in a new house, not in fear of imminent death, and she melted. She’d been thinking about it for a while now. Them starting a family. Here, in Alexandria, it seemed possible.
She made her way to their bed and rubbed a hand against his pale, bare, leg. Moving to sit between his spread thighs, she pushed her hands to the backs of his knees, lifting his legs and spreading them wider.
“Stay.” She commanded softly.
Leaning down to lick at his now almost fully hard cock, her right hand traveled further south. As she gave small kitten licks to the head of his dick, her thumb found its way to his entrance, making him bite back a whimper. Yeah, she loved this. Taking a good length of his cock into her mouth, her dry thumb probed deeper, teasing the tight ring of muscle, as she sucked him off.
“Beth, fuck,” he moaned, “Stop I’m gonna- “
He cut himself off with a high-pitched moan teetering on the edge of a whimper. All at once she removed her thumb and her mouth from him with a pop. He groaned quietly in protest.
She made her way to her bag to get the one thing she didn’t let anyone else pack. Returning to the space in between his legs, his eyes shone with anticipation, breaths coming out in shudders. Oh yeah, she definitely loves this. If you’d told her back when she first met him, that Daryl Dixon liked to be fingered, she woulda laughed right in your face. But, man, did she love doing this to him. Seeing what lovely sounds she could pull out of him. All the whimpers and seeing him come undone with all the ‘Beth! Please’ ‘s. God she loves this man.
Popping the cap and pouring some of the lube onto her fingers she reassured him as she pressed one digit to his hole, “You’re such a good boy.”
He made a high keening noise at the praise. Slowly, so as not to hurt him, she pushed the first finger up to the knuckle and immediately began probing for his sweet spot. It didn’t take long for her to find it, immediately making him jump off the bed into an arch.
“Beth,” he moaned.
“Shh, wouldn’t want to wake the others,” Beth chided as she ruthlessly prodded at his prostate, drawing another whimper on the tail end of a moan.
Adding another finger was easier now that he was more relaxed, and she amped up her brutal attack on that sensitive spot inside him.
“Fuck, fuck, Beth,” he repeated like a mantra as she continued to scissor her fingers, “Please,” he begged,
“Please let me come.”
Bathed in moonlight, spread out under her, fucking himself down onto her fingers, looking so God damn perfect, who was she to say no?
“Go on then, come for me baby.”
His whole body tensed, hole squeezing her fingers as she worked him through his orgasm, cum splattering his chest and abdomen. She continued on with her prodding until he was begging for her to stop due to overstimulation. But hey, she was a sucker for his begging.
“Wow,” he laughed out, “I think I might have pulled a stitch or two. That was great.” They kissed gently, “Thank you.”
“Of course. I just love seeing you all hot spread out under me like that,” She whispered, teasing his soft dick.
Shivering from overstimulation he deepens their kiss.
Now or never, she thought, breaking their kiss.
“Daryl,”
“Hm?”
“I’m pregnant.”