summary: how bucky helps you when you're struggling.
word count: 1k
warnings: an overwhelming amount of fluff (as always), hurt/comfort, some angst, mentions of broken bones, mentions of hospitals, use of 'daddy' as a title, pet names (princess)
series masterlist | main masterlist | tip jar | ao3
a/n: this is inspired by @onyx8514 's series of unfortunate events (ily and I hope things turn around!!<3)
soft!dom!bucky who knows everybody has bad days; shitty things happen to any and everybody regardless of who they are. he always tries to help and be patient with everybody, understanding that they might be struggling and their aggravation isn't directed at him personally. but when his princess has a bad day? no, that's simply unacceptable. realistically, he knows every single day won't be all sunshine and roses, but that doesn't mean that he doesn't feel awful whenever you're struggling, his need to care for you overtaking anything else.
soft!dom!bucky who is the one to drive you to the emergency room when you break your arm. he tries to keep calm when you're laying in one of the beds, but internally he is freaking out because he's convinced your injury is his fault - even though he had no way of preventing your fall due to him being in the bathroom at the time. but, still, he shouldn't have left his shoes out like that, he should've - bucky! your voice brings him out of his spiraling thoughts, and that's when he realizes he's been squeezing your hand a little too tightly. he loosens his grip, softly apologizing, and you seem to recognize that he's apologizing for more than just your aching hand. but, it's only when the doctor leaves and you're both left alone, waiting to be called for x-rays, that you turn to him and murmur it's not your fault daddy, I'm the clumsy one.
soft!dom!bucky who temporarily moves you into his apartment so that he can take care of you properly. he doesn't let you do anything, let alone lift anything heavier than a book. you're hungry? what do you want to eat, princess? daddy'll make it for you. you need to shower? come on, I'll help. of course, no funny business, princess. just gonna help keep your cast out of the water. you need to go to the bathroom? do you need help wiping? I'll do it. I'll do anything you need. to which you responded, kindly but firmly, no, daddy, I can do this on my own. it's not that you don't appreciate all the help, after all, you don't know how you'd get anything done with your arm being out of commission, but you want to regain at least some independence.
soft!dom!bucky who knows you're going stir crazy while being out of work. about a week into your recovery, bucky ends up taking time off of work himself so he can be with you. while you don't absolutely love your job, you like it enough, and not being able to do anything is taking a toll on you. you're always on the go, ready to give 110% at everything you do, and now being forced to slow down has your mind scrambled, worried over things not getting done at work despite knowing you can't do anything about it.
soft!dom!bucky who knows you're trying your best not to show it, but you're frustrated. he knows it's not him you're frustrated with, but sometimes he'll catch a stray and be at the receiving end of your agitation. you always apologize immediately after, insisting that you're grateful for his help, but you're just. fuck, you're just so done with everything. you can't even tie your own shoes when you go out to the market because you can't move your wrist. useless is a strong word, but you're starting to feel it every time you ask bucky to do something you normally would have no problem doing. you make it a point to not tell bucky about that yet, because you know he'd just be upset - not at you, never at you, just at the fact that you feel lesser simply because you're injured.
soft!dom!bucky who sees it all come to a head one saturday morning when you're getting ready to go to the market. he was in the kitchen gathering the reusable bags when he heard you curse angrily, followed by sniffles. he'd rushed into the bedroom, only to find you sitting on the bed with your head in your hands, your shoulders shaking from how hard you're crying. your shirt is discarded on the floor, bundled up like you'd thrown it down. he quickly concludes that your emotions have probably bubbled up so much that not being able to put on your shirt must have been the final straw.
soft!dom!bucky who rushes to you, kneeling between your legs and carefully reaching for your hands so he can uncover your face. your eyes are full of tears, your cheeks coated in them, and your bottom lip wobbles pathetically as you try to stop crying. but, as soon as you see bucky's sympathetic smile, your facade cracks and your tears come back in full force, leaning forward and collapsing into bucky's waiting arms. it's okay, princess he mumbles into your hair, keeping his lips pressed to your temple as he coos I know, I know, princess. it's hard, isn't it? you're so strong, the strongest person I know, but it's okay, you're still my independent girl, you're still strong even if you can't do as much as you used to. it's okay.
soft!dom!bucky who listens to you vent with a level of patience you've never seen from anybody. he doesn't interrupt you, he doesn't loosen his hold on you, he doesn't let you think for a second that he's not there, eager to take away your hurt. he understands your feelings, and why you're having them, but he's very firm when he tells you that princess, it's okay, everything'll be okay and you'll be back to overworking yourself as usual, okay? that makes you chuckle weakly, and you pull away slowly, just enough to be able to look bucky in the eyes. you promise, daddy? you ask softly, and bucky can't help but smile as he nods, carefully wiping away your tears.
soft!dom!bucky who once promised you he'd always take care of you, and he continues to prove it in his actions and words. he'll never make you feel less-than for not being able to do certain tasks, his sole goal is to make you feel like the princess he knows you are.
Beth didn’t know if she liked the sound of that.
A bar that didn’t ID?
Didn’t sound legal.
Didn’t sound safe.
Destiny and her sorority sisters seemed to notice all the pledges' fear, letting it sink in with amused smiles and giggles shared.
“See, at Alpha Delta Pi, we have a tradition..”
Jimmy told her to dress up nice, and she was just over the moon, telling Maggie on the phone that it must be that new restaurant, opened recently in town. She was pretty as a filly, all dolled up in her best garbs. She didn’t ask any more questions, not till she watched the street turn into dirt road.
Oml yess! It's funny, I was actually gonna add him to my list, I just haven't gotten around to editing it yet. I've never written for him, so I'm a lil nervous, but yes, yes. I'd love to write for him.❤️
Also, just a warning, I do have another request I'm currently trying to hammer out, so it might take me a bit but not too long. Bc I'm just now getting back into the swing of things with my writing.
P.s. Sorry. This is probably a much longer explanation than u wanted. Lol.
Daryl couldn't believe how lucky he'd gotten. Even if being in a relationship was a territory he'd never expect himself to have to navigate in.
This wasn't easy.
He wasn't easy.
He struggled. Especially considering the more intimate aspects. Daryl was never quite sure how to express his love for the girl he wouldn't even have dared to dream of before: Beth Greene.
But somehow she gave him the time of her day. And he wanted to be good for her.
"Hey, are you even listening?"
Beths voice got him out of his thoughts.
He gave her an affirmative grunt.
"Definitely.", she teased him before asking him on a more serious note, "You okay?"
"Yeh."
She shot him a smile.
"Ya ain't gonna continue what ya were talkin' 'bout?"
The two of them were taking a walk in the woods together. Beth had suggested it since the weather was nice and Daryl had meant to take Dog for a walk anyways.
Everything just felt a bit easier around Beth, more lighthearted. At first, he was his fair share of nervous - couldn't stop fidgeting around her and his palms never seemed dry unlike his mouth, stumbling over his words whenever he did try to say something to her - but somehow (and Daryl absolutely had no clue how) she also liked him. Now, they've been together for a while and he had his nervousness more or less under control.
But for Daryl a new problem arised.
Beth was a naturally very touchy person, hugging him, intertwining their hands, leaning against him when they were sitting next to each other and so on.
No matter how innocent the touch, it made him flinch away or stiffen up. He wasn't used at all to someone touching him without malicious intent... wasn't used to someone touching him at all. And when the warmth of her hand threatened to burn a hole through his skin, he couldn't help it. He automatically flinched, tensed up or pulled away. So there was that.
The other problem was how horny it made him. No matter how much he was ashamed of himself, he also couldn’t do anything about it. Her touch seemed to have a certain effect on him. A strong one at that. Well, at this point, everything she did got him all worked up.
Beth continued telling her story when she abruptly stopped in front of him. Daryl came to a halt behind her when she quickly informed him that she had to tighten her shoelace. While she bent down she kept telling her story. Only Daryl lost focus half-way through. The tight jeans she was wearing were hugging her ass in such a nice way.
Fuck, he tried to avoid his gaze, tried to look away - actually looked away - but still he couldn't help it. He slowly but surely felt his pants getting all tighter. The heat started to quickly creep onto his face, mixing arousal with embarrassment.
"Watch Dog. 'M takin' a piss.", he quickly told Beth, maybe a little too harshly. His embarrassment made his words come out way more irritated then he'd meant to. He hoped that Beth understood that she didn't do anything wrong.
"Okay."
She was a little perplexed by his interruption.
Daryl tried to calm himself down, to focus on something else.
Get his mind off Beth... her ass, to be exact. How those damn jeans sat tight against her ass. How, if he had dared to let his eyes linger a little longer, he could've caught a peek at her underwear.
Shit, he needed to stop thinking about it - thinking about Beth that way. He couldn't let his mind wander now, not when he felt like she could read every dirty thought right off his face.
And his dick.
The tent in his pants was practically impossible to hide. He tried to think about something else, calm down a little. Almost magically it did work, even if it was just a bit.
When he came back Beth didn't even need to try and figure out what was wrong. The bulge formed in Daryl's pants immediately caught her eye.
She figured that was why he was acting all weird.
Fuck, it definitely was hard not to notice.
He was big.
Really big.
She had to stop looking otherwise he'd notice her staring at his hard on, which he was clearly trying to hide.
"We should head home again. I think Dog's had enough.", she told him trying to grand him some dignity.
"Mhm.", he affirmed.
Now she really had to peel her eyes off him. Still, Beth let her mind wander.
Just how big Daryl was.
What he'd feel like if they were to have sex.
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When Beth first met Daryl she definitely did have a different impression of him. When she got together with him she couldn't help but wonder what he would be like when it came to sex.
He was older than her. More experienced, most likely.
He must have had sex before.
Yes, he's always been a little nervous about any kind of intimacy but that he's never had sex before? She couldn't imagine it.
Not that she was upset about that thought. If she really was together with a guy older and more experienced then her she might as well enjoy the perks that came with it.
But soon enough it became clear that this was a misconception on her side. With him it would be different than that, that was for sure.
If one person could figure out Daryl then it was her. And one thing she figured out was that Daryl definitely had no clue what was going on. He was awkward, nervous...
There was no chance he had sex before. Not in that way anyways.
Maybe in some kind of state where you make bad decisions or you allow yourself to be persuaded...
And her suspicions weren't that far off the truth: Daryl never had sex before.
And nobody's ever had the effect Beth had on him.
He didn't how he found himself in this position. Initially, they were watching a movie. Or well, attempting to watch a movie. But then those damn touches started again when Beth cuddled up to him and suddenly the two of them were kissing, TV forgotten.
Kissing her was okay, kissing her was good. The way she panted into his mouth and slightly pulled at the strands of his hair got him in a daze where only one thing counted: her body pressed up against him. Daryl was so lost in the kiss that he almost didn't notice him involuntarily rocking his hips and grinding against her.
He was rock-hard already, his cock straining against his jeans.
When exactly did that happen?
Knowing how he was being now, probably the moment Beth leaned in to kiss him.
The coil in his stomach tightened, all his senses were clouded by her.
He wanted to tell her to stop, to just say something to her but he couldn't. His tongue was all tied up, the only thing that left his mouth were little whines and moans.
He couldn't stop his high from approaching.
It didn't take her long to figure out what happened.
His first instinct was to run away, leave the room as soon as possible but with her weight still on top of him it was impossible.
God, he has fucked up already.
Beth surely didn't want to put up with that. She shouldn't have to put up with that. Didn't she also deserve someone that made her feel good the way he feels with her?
That was the moment he's going to loose her.
Daryl was sure of it.
Beth saw the embarrassment and panic in Daryl's eyes, wanting nothing more than him to know that it doesn't matter at all.
"It's okay."
"It ain't. 'S pathetic.", he refused harshly. His embarrassment causing him to lash out a little.
Of course he was embarrassed. What kind of grown man couldn't handle the touch of his girlfriend. What would she think of him now? A ridiculous loser who couldn't keep his shit together.
Beth slowly slid off his lap as she felt him shift uneasily underneath her.
"It's okay.", she repeated. Her hands on his face still trying to anchor him.
But Daryl turned away from her touch and immediately aimed for the door.
He made it just as far as his hand on the doorknob when...
"Daryl."
Beth's set voice rang through his ears and made him freeze.
He didn't know when she had gotten up from the couch but suddenly he felt her arms wrap around him and her head pressed against his back.
Oh, how sorry Beth must have felt for him. He could almost sense her pity in the way she hugged him. Until...
Beth actually got closer, if that was even possible.
"I honestly think that's really hot.", she sheepishly admitted.
Not to cheer him up but because it was the truth. Daryl literally came in his pants because of her.
That was the effect she had on him?
It felt good knowing that.
Daryl let his forehead fall against the door, still hiding his face from her. It was easier to speak his mind when not having to look at her.
"Ya deserve better than that... yer makin' me feel all those things and I-"
The words were caught in his throat but Beth understood what he meant nevertheless.
Beth wanted - no, she needed - him to know that she's feeling the same.
Slowly she pried him away from the door and lead him back to the couch again.
"You should know I've been wanting you too. I want you now, too.", she continued firmly holding her palm against his cheek, making him see the sincerity in her eyes. She could practically see the gears in his head turning now, trying to process her words. Determining whether he can believe them or not.
He wanted to believe her.
Her hand wandered down to his. Her fingers wrapped around his wrist and she put his hand on her inner thighs. He could already feel his jeans getting tighter. Shit, he was getting hard all over again.
"Do you really think you have no effect on me at all?", she asked him while further guiding his hand past the loose pajama pants she was wearing, letting his fingers rest over her clothed pussy.
"See?"
Her wetness has already soaked through her underwear.
"Wanna make ya feel good too... Dun really know how to.", Daryl silently admitted hoping to get some guidance from Beth.
She pushed her underwear to the side, granting Daryl complete access to her pussy and guided his fingers to gently rub circles over her clit before she again placed her hand around his wrist showing him that's she there, with him.
Daryl lets his fingers travel through her folds. Tentatively he slipped one of his fingers past her entrance and curled it up inside of her.
She let out a breathy gasp at his touch which didn't go unnoticed by him.
"That good?", he asked hesitantly.
"Yeah, don't stop.", she tried to encourage him further.
Beth nudged his thumb over her clit again and he immediately understood the clue, massaging her sensitive spot.
He experiments and watches closely. Observing, trying to figure out what feels good for her.
"Daryl, please, please, don't stop. Keep doing that.", she further encouraged him the moment his fingers reached a particularly pleasurable angle.
"That's it. You're so good.", she praised him while she came.
Beths expression contorted in pleasure and her walls fluttering and tightening around his finger made the coil in his stomach tighten.
Daryl was completely concentrated on watching her, being completely mesmerized by her.
"Daryl, you make me feel good. Do you believe me now?", she breathily told him, leaning her sweaty forehead against his.
Beth looked at him with so much love in her eyes, it almost felt overwhelming for a second. In what world did someone like Daryl get someone like Beth?
"Wanna believe ya."
"Good. You should.", Beth smiled at him again before settling against his shoulders.
When her eyes fell to the TV she was reminded of their original plans.
"I think we have to re-start the movie.", she chuckled light-hearted next to him.
"You can go change, I'll rewind it.", Beth offered, referring to his stained jeans.
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After that, everytime a (maybe not so innocent) touch of hers lead to making out again, Daryl was figuring Beth more out: what she seemed to like, what her body had a particular strong reaction to, how exactly he could make her cum...
Meanwhile Beth continued to encourage Daryl whenever they got more intimate with each other. She wanted him to talk to her, to be comfortable and especially tell her what's wrong when he sported the kicked-puppy stare, as she named it in her head.
Little did she know Daryl still had a shameful confession to make. One that he was always sure he'd be ridiculed for and never thought he'd have to tell anyone.
"I- I ain't never... y'know.", he once almost blurted out when her lips left his for a short moment.
Daryl wasn't quite sure what kind of reaction he expected but Beth just shrugging and saying "I know." definitely wasn't.
"There's nothing wrong with that.", she added.
Somehow Beth never ceased to amaze Daryl.
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"I ain't- s' stupid."
"You've seen me too. Wouldn't it be fair?", she teased him with a playful grin on her face.
"Yeh but yer beautiful..."
"And you're not?"
Daryl didn't know what to tell her. He could name at least ten different places he'd rather be in now, than being in front of her.
"Y'dun know what yer talkin' 'bout."
After Beth pulled off her own shirt she had asked to see him shirtless.
"I think I know damn well what I'm talking about."
When Daryl's hands shakily came up to the first button of his shirt, she stopped him. Pressuring Daryl into doing something he wasn't comfortable with was the least thing Beth wanted. She wanted to encourage Daryl, try and make him see himself the way she does - not force him into anything.
"You know you don't have to, right?"
Daryl didn't want to let Beth down. He didn't want to let himself down. He was already aware that he'd show her one day. But when the moment came, it just felt easier to run away or not actually go through with it.
"I know. I wanna."
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God, he wanted to be close to her twentyfour-seven. Beth occupied his mind like nothing else.
He still couldn't believe it. She really wanted to have sex with him?
Daryl liked to imagine what it'd be like if he was confident, if he wasn't afraid of actually having sex with her.
As for now, the condom that has been sitting heavy in his back pocket was just a painful reminder for him.
"You should pick up."
Beth laughed at Daryl's displeased grunt when the phone rang. Slowly, refusingly he peeled his hands off of Beths body and carefully guided her off of him. Beth couldn't help but get giddy every time Daryl wrapped his strong arms around her torso and manhandled her. She waited patiently next to him playing with the beltloops on his pants, wanting nothing more than to feel his lips on hers again.
Daryl hung up with another displeased grunt.
"Was Rick. Asked me ta come over n' help 'im with sum."
He reluctantly got up. Daryl wanted nothing more than Beth to stop him, look at him with a pleading look in her eyes and tell him that Rick could wait.
"Alright, go. I'm sure it won't be long.", she reassured him with a smile while picking up his shirt and handing it to him.
"Yeh. I'll be quick."
"I'll wait for you."
Beth pressed a quick kiss to his cheek as a goodbye before also dressing herself again.
When Daryl came back home again, he found Beth asleep on the couch. The noise Daryl made when opening the door stirred her from her sleep.
"Hey.", she softly greeted him, hair still disheveled and cheeks rosy from their previous makeout session.
Suddenly it felt vitally important to be as close to her as possible. Suddenly Daryl realized that he didn't want to wait any longer. This was the girl that encouraged him nonstop, constantly reassured him that he does well... the girl he loved.
Right now he felt a little ridiculous for being so scared when she did nothing but make him feel comfortable, even though he himself knows that he isn't easy to deal with.
"Beth. Need ya."
He lowly whispered the words but they almost seemed to echo off of the walls of the otherwise empty room.
Her whole body felt on fire at the way he said it: Resolute, trusting, lovingly... needy.
Did this mean...
"Been thinkin' n' I wanna... I wanna- I want you."
The way he gazed at her erased all her doubts whether he really meant what she thought he meant. She understood.
Daryl eagerly tugged at Beths shirt nudging at her to take it off. When her hands finally followed what he wished for his own hands tensed up still partially wrapped around her waist, thus preventing her from taking off her shirt. He'd seen Beth shirtless many times before but the prospect of what was about to come hung heavy in the air.
He was resolved to finally fully be inside of her, but his mind went into overdrive and his determination quickly made way for his anxiety.
A thousand thoughts and doubts seemed to flood his mind within seconds.
Beth has always been the one that was in charge whenever they were doing what they were doing right now.
But it was her first time too - he should be the one to take lead, not her. That was the stuff that was expected by a man, right?
"Daryl, there's nothing to be scared of.", Beth's voice broke the tense silence in the room.
"Dunno. 'S yer first time. Shouldn't I, dunno, take the lead or somethin'?", Daryl asked her.
"So what? It's your first time too and we can do it however we like. There are no rules."
Beths reassuring words relieved Daryl a little and he released the tense grip he had on her body for his hand to caress her cheek.
"Just dun wanna let ya down."
He avoided her gaze while he admitted that.
"You could never dissappoint me."
She pressed a kiss to the palm of his hand,
"Daryl, I want you the way you are... because of the way you are."
Her hands came up to unbutton his shirt this time.
"This okay?", she quickly made sure they're still on the same page.
"Yeh."
"You okay with this?", he asked again when his hands were about to pull down her pants.
"More than okay.", she eagerly nodded.
When he was finally lined up with her, doubts seemed to come to his mind again.
Daryl never really thought about his size but when he was now he couldn't help but think about all of the times Beth's small hand was wrapped around his cock... the last thing he wants is to hurt her.
"Ain't wanna hurt ya or anythin'."
"You're not. We'll just go slow, alright?"
"Mhm.", he nodded yet not proceeding.
Beth gave him another encouraging nod and he slowly pushed the tip of his cock past her entrance.
"Go on. Wanna feel all of you."
Her words sent shivers down his spine and he obliged.
"I ain't hurtin' ya, am I?", he checked on her while slowly sliding his dick deeper inside of her.
"I'm so wet for you. See, all easy.", she breathed out while trying not to grimace at the slight pain. Daryl was quite big, so it wasn't a big deal, but she didn't have the heart to tell him.
All she needed was just some time to adjust, which she knew he would give her regardless.
"How's it feel?", he silently asked her as soon as he was buried to the hilt.
"Feels good. 'N for you?", Beth curiously smiled at him.
"Ya feel so-", his voice - laced with neediness and that particular rasp only Daryl had - never failed to give her butterflies in her stomach and now made her accidentally squeeze her walls tighter around his throbbing cock, "Fuck. Feels good."
"You can move, if you want."
He carefully pulled out a little and thrusted up into her again. He continued his movements until he found a steady rythm.
She felt so good completely wrapped around him he couldn't hold back his desperate whines and moans even if he tried. She also got more and more used to his size and started to feel pleasure from his movements that hit those certain spots he already knew so well.
"Fuck.", he whined out as the coil in his stomach tightened after only a couple of thrusts. He knew he wouldn't last with the way she felt around him.
"Fuck, Beth I-", he tried to warn her, but it was just too much. The way she felt around him, how her hands clung to his arms... He became hyper-aware of every single spot they made contact with each other. Daryl let his head fall into the crook of her neck and came, almost bringing her close to her orgam as he rode out his own.
"Shit. 'M sorry.", he quickly pulled away from her. Beth just looked at him a little confused.
"I- ya didn't even- gotta return the favor."
Daryl felt that certain shame again, like he dissappointed Beth.
"We're not keeping score.", she reassured him.
"Wanna make ya feel good too..."
"You made me feel good."
"Not like 'm supposed to."
Just when Beth wanted to respond something to his comment Daryl started to press kisses onto her neck again.
"Daryl what are you-"
She intently watched him as he trailed his lips lower across her stomach. Daryl gave her a look that asked for permission before nudging her thighs open again.
Beth now understood what Daryl had in mind.
"Daryl you don't have to."
"I wanna. Let me."
He looked at her eagerly before continuing his trail of kisses until he was buried between her thighs.
This was not the first time he was eating her out and he knew where to touch her to have her writhe beneath him. Beth's hands immediately found their way into his locks, tugging at the strands. There was nothing Daryl enjoyed more then the little whines and moans Beth let out. He always wanted to please her and felt a certain sense of pride when bringing her over the edge like this. So much that it almost overshadowed the embarrassment he felt from earlier.
"Fuck, Daryl.", Beth cursed out as she came.
"Dirty mouth ya got there.", he teased her while looking up from her thighs. His hair was all disheveled and his beard glistened with her juices.
Beth playfully rolled her eyes at his comment.
"Thanks."
She pressed another kiss to his lips.
"I should thank ya."
Daryl bashfully told her while wrapping his arms around her.
"We should go clean up. And then go to sleep, I'm pretty tired.", she told him with a yawn after a few moments in Daryl's tight embrace.
He can't remember ever sleeping that well, with Beth's arms wrapped around him. With her it seemed like there was nothing to be afraid of. Daryl truly didn't know how he deserved that.
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"Gotta get up. Dog needs ta go out.", he informed.
"Can he wait a second?", she shifted to get a better look of him. Judging by the fact that Dog didn't literally break down their door or impatiently claw at it yet they still had some time - as calm as he was now, he was most likely still asleep.
He shrugged.
"Yeh."
"Okay, good", her fingers caressed his face, pushing away the stubborn hair strands sticking to his forehead and covering his eyes, "Daryl, I enjoyed last night. I hope you did too."
He leaned into Beths touch and closed his eyes, almost attempting to hide his flushed face again. She couldn't help but smile - he was so cute.
"Hey, you need to talk to me", she gave him a quick peck on his cheek, "Don't want to do anything you're not comfortable with."
"Ya ain't. I- uh liked it."
Daryl had never been good with words. But Beth made him want to try and find the right words anyways.
"Was good. 'Cause 't was with ya. With ya everything's good."
He fidgeted with his hands and bit at his fingernails, she almost didn't understand him, but couldn't help but get all giddy at his words.
"I also think so."
With Daryl things were different than she initially expected. But definitely in a good way.
When I think that this romance never materialized (not even verbally), because the public was obsessed with the age difference between the characters, with Beth being 17/18 years old and Daryl surely 30, or in his early 30s (and the actors, with Beth actress being 25 when she begging the show and the actor of Daryl being 42), in a damn post-apocalyptic universe. And so the creators were afraid of a negative repercussion. It's so fucking stupid.
Before the end of the year, I'd like to thank everybody who has kept Bethyl alive.. especially in fanfiction. Yall are my favorite people and I wish yall all good things. 💓💓💓
You're entitled to your opinion, but the fact remains that there was an obvious romantic subtext between Beth and Daryl that never got to develop beyond that stage, specifically because of people like that, is a fact.
Do people also realize that Beth's youth was part of her character? Oh, and that Daryl was at least 31 to 35? Not in his 40s or 50s?
This is a post-apocalyptic world... That people care so much about an age difference between two fictional characters in such a context is beyond me.
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