She's lost everything: her father, a safe place, her reason to go on. But Daryl is by her side; they have no other choice. They're trapped among walkers, hiding in a trunk, and the only thing she can think about to ease her pain, her suffering, is having a man with her for the first time in her life. Even if that man is him—her protector, her friend, and soon-to-be something more. As her life changes in an instant, she realizes she wants to get out alive, to stay alive so she can be the last woman he's ever with.
Rating: Mature
Fandom: The Walking Dead (TV)
Relationship: Daryl Dixon/Beth Greene
Additional Tags: Trapped in the trunk, Beth has thoughts of wanting to end it all, Daryl shows her that life is still worth living, First Time, Smut, Accidental Orgasm, Finishes inside because of horniness, Fluff and Smut, Mention of small breast complex, He makes the rules and ends up breaking them himself, no talking, No finishing inside, Protective Daryl Dixon, POV Beth Greene (Walking Dead), Daryl apologizes, Beth Greene Needs a Hug (Walking Dead), Daryl Dixon Needs a Hug, Romance, Daryl's Moral first time, Last woman for him, He doesn't care about her size, Porn with Feelings, Porn With Plot
Language: English
Notes:
My first Bethyl fanfic. I've been watching the series for the first time and I'm obsessed with them. So more is coming.
If you don't like the ship, you can close the tab. Read the tags first.
The original Spanish version is now available on my ao3.
It was all over. Everything she had pinned her hopes on, her joys, her reason for living. Her father was dead, she had lost Judith, the prison had fallen to the Governor and the walkers. They had nowhere to go back to, and they didn't know who they would find when they came looking for them. Her sister. Maggie must have run away, Glenn too. Or so her last breath of hope told her.
Now she was with Daryl in that trunk. She didn't judge him; there was no one better to protect her and help her in this moment when she was so lost. They were both afraid, she knew it. They could hear the walkers outside, along with the storm that had started after they got inside. She wasn't sure if she could move an inch, since she would make noise and attract the attention of those walkers outside.
Yet her eyes stung; she wanted to cry. Her body began to cramp; she was in a very bad position. And her mind wouldn't shut up, constantly reminding her of all the bad things she had done and how things would have turned out if she had done them differently.
She couldn't bear her body in that uncomfortable position any longer and shifted her legs, touching Daryl's side. She wasn't afraid of him, nor did she dislike touching him. In fact, when he comforted her after Zach's death, he hadn't even uttered a word, simply letting her embrace him. And he felt much better afterward. But now it was different. She didn't want to make him uncomfortable; the space was so small, they could barely fit together. But they couldn't move too much if they didn't want the trunk to give way and leave them exposed to the walkers.
Her body relaxed a little in her new position, but her mind didn't. She began to cry, hugging herself. She had promised herself she would never do this again, that she wouldn't cry for anyone else. If her father saw her crying, he would scold her for being so foolish.
"Be quiet."
Her mind refused to listen; she continued to cry.
"What does it matter? When we die, we'll be quiet."
"That's a long way off, kid."
“What if we don’t have that much time left?”
Silence fell again. Daryl shifted timidly, calmly letting his leg stop touching him.
“We can’t know that, but today we’ll keep silent because we’re still alive.”
“And what’s the point of keeping silent when we’re alive? Life isn’t like that.”
“This new life is.”
She felt Daryl’s hand on her leg. She wanted to believe him, she really did, but right now she couldn’t think of anything positive.
“I-I didn’t even get to live my old life properly. It’s unfair.”
“It wasn’t that bad. We lived in a society where the big fish ate the little fish, and if you weren’t born with a big name, everything was hard. To be born, to study, to work, and to die.”
“You forget other things.”
“Which ones?”
“First times. It wasn’t all bad. When you did something for the first time, it felt like being born was worth it. Seeing the ocean for the first time, riding a horse for the first time, healing someone for the first time. Feeling alive after being born.”
“Everyone lived as best they could, with the opportunities they had.”
“No, we were all the same, we are all the same.”
“No.”
“Yes. We are human and we are animals. We love to fit in, and I’m going to lose all my first times because of those walkers.”
“It doesn’t have to be that way. You can still experience more first times.”
Daryl was so good, so tender, and so attentive to her suffering. He should have seen her as just a child, but there he was, protecting her, guiding her, and encouraging her. He didn’t really know her, and yet he risked his life to save her from the prison.
He couldn’t know what she was thinking, but she was sure he could see her face flushed. She wasn’t thinking about her younger, more tender years. She thought of Daryl as a man. She hadn't even had her first drink. She hadn't done anything crazy in her life. She hadn't even been with a man. And he was there thinking she meant anything but being with him as a man.
"There are other things in life, other firsts, if I were to die today."
"You're not going to die today, not if you're with me."
"Pleasure. I've never experienced carnal, physical pleasure. Not alone, not with a man."
She didn't care what he said; she stuck to the crazy idea that had occurred to her at the last minute. She slowly moved forward until she was half-lying on her side, next to him, looking at him as he sat up, staring at the roof of the trunk.
"But you've had two boyfriends."
"Neither of them sparked my curiosity. The first was because of pressure, because of inexperience. The second because of boredom. But neither because they ignited a spark in me."
She moved her hand, touching Daryl's arm that was draped over her thigh, and he tensed at her touch.
"Beth, we shouldn't..."
She silenced him by placing a finger to his lips and shaking her head, moving closer, placing one leg over his so she could whisper in his ear.
“If we have to die today, let you be my first man and let me be your last woman. What better way to die could there be?”
He didn't answer, but she saw a flicker of doubt in his face, in his eyes, and she seized it without a moment's hesitation. She moved closer to his face and placed her lips on his. He seemed to hesitate for a moment, giving her time. At first, their mouths met in a soft touch that allowed them to discover each other's texture. It was she herself who, after giving him that time to think and not be rejected, moved her mouth in an intimate caress as she held him by the neck. And it was Daryl who embraced her waist, pulling her closer, and who opened his mouth so their tongues could meet in a rhythmic dance.
It wasn't just his tongue; against her thigh, she felt something hard, pressing against her and making her feel wet in her most intimate place. She had never felt like this before. That flutter in her stomach, that electricity coursing through her lower body, and her hands burning with curiosity to explore every inch of his body and know him completely.
It wasn't hard for her to move her hand to the man's pants and slip it inside, finding the touch of his half-erect member, which welcomed her by springing and hardening even more beneath her palm, a warm fluid oozing out to show her how much he liked it.
"W-wait, Beth."
Daryl tilted his head to the side, their lips parting, but she continued kissing his ear and neck. She heard him sigh.
"What?"
"Y-your first time shouldn't be like this. We can barely see anything, there are walkers outside, and the storm is terrifying."
"I'd rather my first time be like this than never."
“I understand how you feel, but it shouldn’t be like this, not here, and certainly not with a man you don’t want, feeling pressured…”
She stopped him with a long kiss, slipping her tongue into his mouth and moving her hand over his member, slowly getting to know him. When she pulled away, she heard him groan; he felt like jelly beneath her.
“You can say whatever you want about the place, but that you’re not the man I want…”
She laughed, shaking her head. With her other hand, she pulled down her pants and underwear and lay on top of him, placing his leg between her, his skin wet with her arousal, showing him that words were unnecessary in this situation.
“Okay, but there are two rules. I’m not going to finish inside, and no noises.”
She nodded, and from now on, he took the lead. She felt his hands move to her now-bare bottom and pull her against him, feeling his hardness, still covered by her clothes, against her wetness. She closed her eyes, biting her lip. She was wet, so wet it was embarrassing. Was this too much, normal, or not enough? She couldn't be sure.
Daryl turned them over; now he was on top of her and lowered his pants enough to expose his member. Although she saw very little, the best thing she could do was feel it, right at her entrance, at her slit, rubbing against her and her clitoris.
"Daryl, please."
She wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his hips, pulling him to her like a magnet.
"Before anything else," he swallowed, looking down. "I need to make sure you're wet enough for me."
Daryl's large, strong hand slid down her body, touching her arm and her bare hip, then reaching her mound where he placed his hand and began to caress the beginning of her intimate area, right where her pleasure point was, her clitoris.
"Daryl."
She leaned back with a half-moan. She didn't want to be heard.
"Shh."
As if it were so easy to be silent.
He continued moving his fingers in circles, making her move her hips, searching for his hand, harder, faster because the pleasure was greater. But an electric shock hit her down there, sharp as she looked up and met his gaze, which never left her eyes.
"Da-da."
She squeezed her legs together, trapping his hand on her mound. He began to move faster, but when he felt her tense, he stopped. She was about to moan, but then she felt other fingers at her entrance. She didn't know when his other hand had moved down there, but she felt a finger inside her, then another, and they moved on both places, making Beth close her eyes and let herself be carried away by that tingling pleasure that traveled from her back to her wet center.
She wanted to scream, but his lips stopped her. Her body arched, she spasmed against his, and after a few seconds, she only heard her heavy breathing.
She shifted restlessly, her legs falling to the sides when she saw him. He withdrew his fingers from her and licked them, then put them in his mouth, never taking his eyes off her.
"Daryl."
"Shh, I've never tasted such sweet and tender fruit before. Squeezing my fingers like that, girl. Don't you see what you're doing to me?"
Her heart pounded. His animal side surfaced. He seemed to forget, for a moment, the rules he himself had set. He grabbed her arms and turned her over. Now she lay on her stomach on the trunk floor, her back and buttocks exposed to him and that hungry, lustful gaze she had seen.
She felt his fingers at her entrance again, but not to be inserted again. She felt them as he played with his member against her entrance, against her slit, and against her clitoris. That hot phallus exploring her entire intimate area.
"Daryl, please."
"What are you asking me, girl? With that sweet voice, that breathless voice."
His other hand moved between her body and the trunk floor, slipped inside her shirt, and caressed one of her breasts. For a moment, she felt ashamed; she had always been self-conscious about her small breasts.
“I-I, Daryl. Don’t play with me.”
“I’m not playing with you. I want to touch you and get to know you before I enter you.”
Now his hand moved down to her ass, which he touched and teased, squeezing and gently slapping. She couldn’t take it anymore. She lifted her ass, rubbing it against his member, which was more than ready for her.
“Girl, stop if you don’t want me to come before we do anything.”
His husky, masculine voice made her jump. She wanted to turn around and be in control. She was desperate, and he was just playing games. So she continued her own game, teasing him in the same way, moving her ass against his swollen cock. He gave her another slap on the ass, this time harder, but it only made her even wetter.
“If you don’t fuck me now, I’ll fuck you.”
She complained openly. Without stopping her movements, he stopped her, grabbing her by the waist and pinning her to the ground.
"Those aren't nice words, girl."
"I don't care about words, I want you inside me."
That seemed to be the final straw that drove him wild. Daryl positioned himself at her entrance, and the mere touch of his tip against her made her bite her cheek.
A second later, she felt him entering her, slowly, pausing every now and then. He didn't want to hurt her, but she thought otherwise; the sooner it was over, the better. So she moved her hips again, back, allowing him to enter fully, hearing him groan. She felt no pain, just a slight discomfort as he entered her. Perhaps all those years riding a horse had prepared her muscles, and her hymen had disappeared long ago.
"Beth, are you okay?"
His hands caressed her head, and he lay down on top of her, speaking softly in her ear. She nodded in response and moved her hips again, telling him what she wanted him to do. He started slowly, sliding in and out of her. That deep touch where they were joined was enough to make her lose her mind, but his hands, each cupping one of her breasts, caressing them, massaging them, playing with her nipples, was her undoing. She hadn't known her breasts could be so sensitive, too.
"Daryl, faster."
"God, girl. You're going to make me lose my mind."
His hips moved faster; she felt his testicles slapping against her, too, the dirty, wet sound of her hole swallowing him. It was all so pleasurable to her senses that she didn't care if the walkers heard them and decided to end her life right there and then. She just wanted it all to be over.
"Daryl, Daryl."
She felt a hand over her mouth. She arched her back and lifted her hips, a jolt of electricity coursing through her body again, and this time she came around his penis. Daryl's movements also became more clumsy and stiff, so intense she felt like he wanted to plunge into her. Then she felt a hot gush.
"God, Beth."
Daryl pulled out, and the fluid continued to flow, now onto her back. A second later, he lay on top of her, supporting himself on his arms without crushing her, and wrapped his arms around her, shifting their positions. She was looking up again as he released the cum that had come out while inside her, now trickling down her buttocks onto the trunk floor.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry."
He hugged her, kissing her head while with one hand he continued inserting his fingers and removing any remaining traces of semen.
"Daryl, uh. It's okay."
“This isn’t right, Beth. This isn’t your last time. You’re getting out of this trunk, and if, because of me, the same thing happens to you as happened to Lori, I’ll hang myself.”
“Lori made her choice and had a beautiful daughter because of it.”
“This isn’t a place for children, or for mothers.”
She hugged him around the neck, their foreheads touching so they could look into each other’s eyes as they spoke.
"This isn't a place for anyone, Daryl. But you've taught me that those little first times are worth it, and that we should keep living, searching for more times that make us happy, even if they almost never find out.”
After a silence, they both closed their eyes and enjoyed their post-orgasm embrace. He only broke the silence to say something unimportant.
“Little? What was so little about this first time? I gave you two orgasms.”
“It's not like that.”
She started laughing. Men really did have terrible egos.
“Because you came twice, right?”
“Can you fake that?”
Now it was his turn to laugh. She really should have talked more about sex with his sister, even though it was a taboo subject in such a Christian family. However, that didn't matter anymore; all that mattered was that Daryl had been her first time.
“I want to get out of here,” she whispered, looking into his eyes. “Even so, I stand by what I said.” “I hope I’m the last woman you’ll ever be with, because I want you to be the first and last man I’ll ever be with.”
“I’ve never been with anyone worthwhile. I’ve always been high, drunk, or pressured by my brother. I’ve never counted those women, and I don’t even remember their names. I’m older than you, and that’s sad. That I’ve had to wait to be with the first and last woman I want to be with like this, in this way, and it’s worth every damn second I’ve had to wait because from now on, every damn second I spend with you will make up for the seconds you weren’t there.”
Her eyes welled up with tears. She didn’t want to die there; she wanted to make it up to him. She wanted to show him that the life she’d led before was nothing like the one she would give him if they got out of there. She kissed his forehead, and they both smiled as the first rays of sunlight streamed through the crack in the trunk, and as the silence was broken by a bird’s song.
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This love letter is addressed to the character of Beth in The Walking Dead. A profound character, with an arc defined by pain and suffering that are difficult to overcome, ending in a way that is unclear, confusing, and illogical—a conclusion that could perhaps be better defined as a beginning.
To start, we go back to the beginning, when Beth was still innocent and tender, believing in her father’s theory that they could find a cure and save her mother. Nothing is real; everything stems from "What if?" Beth only survives by thinking of a future that cannot be. That is why the death of the walker that was once her mother is a key moment for the start of her development. Her illusions and hope abandon her, and she believes it is best to leave a world that has no future. This is why she asks Lori if she knew what she was doing by moving forward with her pregnancy.
For Beth, everything was over; she wanted to take her own life so she could be the one to choose how, where, and why she died. However, standing at death’s very door, she regrets it and realizes her life could not end there, nor like that. Childhood had left her, and she now had to be a woman to move forward. Leaving her home and the death of those she loved were signs that she was abandoning the "old Beth"—the only version of herself she had known until then.
The prison represents a new hope where everyone survives for a time and where she even finds love again. However, her mentality has changed; for her, the destination is no longer what matters, but having been present in the life of the other. That is why she doesn't shed a tear for Zach, but finds solace in an embrace with Daryl. That place begins to feel like a home. Due to Lori’s death, she must close herself off again because of the suffering, but the new life—Judith—needs her in the face of an absent father. It is here she remembers aloud that she once thought about having children, in the past tense. Now, however, she has a child in her care, but everything is ruined when she loses her father and the prison falls, leaving her once again without a safe haven.
Instead, she flees with Daryl, beginning an entirely new story. In the absence of Rick and the death of Lori, the two of them had been the closest thing to parents for little Judith. Because of this, Beth comes to know the kindest, sweetest, and most tender side of Daryl—a side he only hides when people get too close. But being alone, surviving, does not help him hide his feelings. When Beth insists on having a drink of alcohol, it represents that she is no longer a child, that her father will no longer look after her, and that only she can choose for herself and protect herself. Daryl helps her, though he isn't convinced, and through the alcohol, both characters get to know each other by saying the deepest and most hurtful things they thought about one another, or themselves.
Their prejudices and different upbringings do not separate them; they bring them closer. Together, they burn down the cabin, saying goodbye to the suffering and the problems they had before the virus began. They are two people who have suffered the loss of loved ones, who have lived together, and who must now survive by acknowledging what they both hid behind their pain, helping each other overcome the past. A Daryl who felt responsible for not killing the Governor, and a Beth who felt consumed by the inexperience of her youth. They help each other overcome the demons that were eating them away. Together, they begin to see a future, even if it means facing it alone in a new place.
With this comes the beginning of the end. Daryl hears a noise outside their home and, worried, goes to check, only to find an innocent dog. Later, he hears the noise again and is unable to recognize that it wasn't the dog, but walkers. This represents that without sight—relying only on sound—he is unable to distinguish a simple dog from the walkers; a parallel between the "good" or "bad" people he would later have to differentiate. For the moment, Beth is the one who makes him understand that not everyone is bad; that sometimes he will find a "tender dog" on his path and he must protect it.
Beth’s time at the hospital is a great example of this. Although she is surrounded by people who only care about others if they get something in return, other people show her that not everything is as it appears on the outside. Those she thought were good ended up proving they weren't, and those she thought were bad showed her the path they were forced to take because of other "bad" people. Noah is just another person who had bad luck and was being taken advantage of; that is why, when she had the chance to leave, she turned around if it meant saving him. Dawn is a corrupt cop who believed the end justified the means, her hand never trembling when she had to use others to achieve a "good" end, convincing Beth that this was the best place she could be and that no one truly leaves because everyone eventually comes back.
This is why Beth turned around to stab her with those scissors, triggering the shot against her and, subsequently, the death of Dawn. Her story continues with Father Gabriel speaking of eternity—of how what is unseen is eternal and how "home" is everyone's destination. Despite having had an episode in a funeral home and emphasizing that people deserved respect even after being infected or dying—that they deserved a proper goodbye—she is not buried, nor do we know where her body ended up after that shot. 17 unknown days hide the true story of the person.
Beth receives no goodbye among her loved ones, nor even within the series itself, which closes the chapter as if no one had died—using the same standard TWD music, with a gunshot wound we can't even place, as it appears one way in the scene and another in Tyreese’s hallucination. Anyone can say Beth is dead and move on to the next arc, but a protagonist was never so undervalued or so poorly treated in their ending. If it even is her end—because it makes much more sense to think the story wasn't over than to believe she wasn't important enough to deserve a farewell after an entire arc of development.
If this was her end, the character's message is bleak: that she should have taken her life back then, since "Beth in the bed" thought she was going to die anyway, whether she fought or not. In the end, she dies fighting, but with a negative message regarding the illuminating choice that choosing life should have been. If this is her end, the message that there are no "good people" sinks much deeper, because we conclude that Beth died for someone else. However, I think this was not her end; her character arc cannot end there, nor like that. Her arc did not show itself to be so limited; it demanded a renewal, a change in attitude that we were seeing bit by bit but which never fully culminated. Her arc demanded a change because she was proud of the person Daryl was, convincing him that what mattered was who he was "now," not "yesterday." She showed us that she desired the same: to feel good about who she was. It was clear she still had a long way to go to reach that.
Norman Reedus absolutely misses Beth Greene, Emily Kinney, and BETHYL! 😍
This video excerpt from the behind-the-scenes show that aired after the September 29th, 2024 season two premiere of the Daryl Dixon spinoff series of The Walking Dead is absolute proof! ☝️😁
Daryl Dixon absolutely fell in love with Beth Greene. 💞
And Melissa sure doesn’t disagree! 😛
Bethyl was, is, and will always be romantic, my dear Bethylers. Do NOT let the haters and the C@rylers tell you differently. 😉
Norman has always shipped his character of Daryl Dixon with Beth Greene on TWD. And this annoys and even angers the C@ryl shippers to no end! 🤣
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