What if Daryl had met the Greene’s when he was 17? What if Herschel had become his mentor? When Shawn, Maggie, and Beth were all still kids. How would that have changed his life? Daryl grows from a teen to an adult. And Beth is a kid, until she isn’t a kid any more. Will organically grow into Bethyl, when they’re both grown up. banner courtesy of arrowsandangels
Hi there in looking for a fav fic of mine I thought I had saved, it's set in the prison , Beth and daryl have a secret relationship but when it gets out daryl gets set to the basement or something, I'm pretty sure merles in the fic aswell? Thank you
Okay, so I’ve had this story asked many times before and I still don’t remember what I answer everytime. I’m terrible. What story is this?
It was early March when her brother got into the accident. The driver wasn’t drunk or texting—just plain old ran a red light. Shawn had a habit of not wearing a seatbelt, playing his music real loud on a warm spring day. He never saw the guy coming.
The moment Sheriff Grimes delivered the news to the Greene family was the moment her family imploded.
Their sister, Maggie, had been off in Atlanta with her boyfriend, Glenn. She came home for the wake and the funeral, feeling irrationally guilty about not being home when it happened. There was nothing that she could have done for Shawn, but there was no arguing with Maggie.
As much as Beth loved her sister, she couldn’t wait for her to be heading back to the city. Maggie was bossy by nature and Beth swore she’d always see her as a thirteen year old with pimples and braces no matter how old Beth got.
Before Maggie would leave, she insisted that their father hire someone to help out around the farm. Without Shawn, it left a lot for Hershel to do and Beth had her job at the frozen yogurt shop in town and classes at the local college. To Beth’s surprise Hershel agreed, and also agreed to let Maggie handle the ads and interviews.
The first round of candidates turned out to be a total bust. Beth knew all too well how picky her sister was and wondered how long this whole process would take.
Maggie was also extremely persistent and lined up another group only a few days later.
Beth had a shift at the yogurt shop, and by the time she drove up their old dirt drive the sun was setting. A truck she didn’t recognize sat next to hers in the drive. One of the potential farm hands she guessed, putting the car in park and jumping out.
“Bethy!” Maggie greeted her, coming around from the side of the house. “I finally found a keeper,” she told Beth with a grin.
The man following Maggie made Beth nearly trip over her own two feet. He was taller than Maggie with longish brown hair falling over his eyes. For someone who had just landed themselves a job, he certainly didn’t look too happy.
“Hey,” she greeted, finally finding her breath. “I’m Beth. I, uh, live here.”
Maggie raised an eyebrow, smirking at Beth’s awkwardness. “Bethy, this is Daryl. He’s agreed to work on the farm for the season.”
Daryl extended his hand in greeting. His hand was calloused and rough and a little bit dirty. She gladly accepted it, finding it hard to keep her eyes off him.
“Thanks for agreeing to help out.”
Daryl shrugged. “Ain’t nothin.”
“It’s more than you know,” Maggie insisted. “I’d invite you to stay for dinner, but Mama hasn’t been feeling well lately and since I’ve been showing you around I wasn’t able to get anythin’ ready.”
Daryl shrugged again. “Didn’ expect anythin’. Should be gettin’ goin’ anyway,” he told them, shoving his hands in his pockets.
Maggie nodded. “We’ll see you bright an’ early tomorrow, then.”
Maggie stayed until she felt that Daryl had the hang of things around the farm. That took a week. In that week Daryl never met Annette or Hershel Greene. Annette tended to stay in bed these days, and Hershel looked a little too bleary eyed for a man who didn’t drink.
Beth had classes two days during the week, and worked at the yogurt shop four days including weekends. She liked to help out around the farm when she could. Her favorite job was to brush the horses, especially Nelly. Nelly it turned out didn’t care for anyone else besides Beth, and that was just fine with Daryl because he didn’t need to be dealing with no horses anyhow.
On the days that Beth was home from school and work they would eat lunch together. It had become very lonely around the Greene house since that day in March, and Beth was grateful to have him around. She’d make them sandwiches, or heat up soup or leftovers and they’d eat outside in the shade or at the table in the kitchen if it was raining.
Every night at dusk Daryl would leave to go home. Beth would gear up for a night of checking in on her mother and leaving the back door unlocked for when her daddy would come stumbling home in the middle of the night. Beth had heard people make comments about how her daddy was a drinker, but that had been way before she was born. She tried to talk to Hershel, but it seemed that this was beyond her control.
One night about a month into Daryl working on the farm, Beth asked him to stay for dinner. They’d been growing closer each day, and she couldn’t deny the feelings she was starting to develop for him. They’d been there since the moment she met him, but she’d chalked it up to a silly crush.
There was nothing silly about it.
She expected Daryl to put up a fuss, and was pleasantly surprised when he agreed. She made chicken with vegetables and potatoes, and it was the first real good meal Daryl had had in a while.
Beth made sure to take in a tray to her mother, and came out with the tray she’d left for lunch. It was untouched. “I swear she’s gonna waste away one day.”
Daryl didn’t know what say to that so he just kept on eating, finishing what was on his plate. He was stuffed. He’d eaten nearly everything Beth had cooked, considering how little she took for herself. Grabbing both their plates, he following her to where she stood at the kitchen sink. She’d long since cleared her mama’s tray and was now hunched over the sink, fighting back tears.
Daryl put their plates down on the counter, placing a hand on her shoulder gently. Beth glanced at him over her shoulder, instantly spinning around and crashing into his chest. She wrapped her arms tightly around his middle, letting the tears she was keeping at bay out.
“It’ll be all right, Beth,” he told her, knowing it was a lie the minute the words were out of his mouth. He had no idea how to comfort this girl who’d basically lost her entire family. He pretty much had no idea how to talk to any girl, ever, but especially not this girl.
Beth sniffled. “I know. They need their time to grieve.”
Daryl tightened his arms around her slight frame, finding that he liked having her in his arms a lot more than he thought he would. Beth sniffled again, peeking her head up from where it had been shoved into his chest. She gave him a small bashful smile, and he couldn’t stop looking down at her. So when she tilted her head up slightly toward his, he didn’t move. He didn’t move until her lips were on his, and then it was only to respond to her kiss.
He ground his hips against hers, groaning at the feeling the friction created. She responded immediately, pushing right back against him, moving her fingers up to thread through his hair. Only when she felt like she might pass out from the sheer joy and lack of oxygen did she pull back. They were both breathing heavily and she could feel his erection pressed against her stomach.
“I should go,” he started, but she cut him off quickly telling him, “stay.”
It didn’t take more than that to convince him. He followed her when she took him by the hand and led him up the stairs, dishes long forgotten. He followed her through a door, looking around the room as she closed it behind them. The room wasn’t overly girly—no posters with hot young actors or musicians hanging on the wall, or whatever stuff he had imagined a girl would have.
Daryl gravitated back to her, cupping her face with both hands, initiating their second kiss. This kiss was equally as passionate as their first, but it was hard where the first had been soft. Her tongue invaded his mouth and he nibbled at her lips, working his way down the slender column of her throat.
Beth sighed, letting her hands roam freely over his torso moving down to his belt buckle. She was more aggressive than he ever would have imagined and was moving on to the button and zipper of his jeans before he realized what she was doing. Taking her hands in his, he moved them toward the bed in the middle of the room.
Capturing her lips once more, he moved his hand down her body—over her collarbone, cupping one breast then the other—until he reached the top of her jeans. He had no clue how experienced she was, and didn’t want to take it too fast or do anything she might regret come morning.
Beth threw her head back against the pillows when he moved his hand under the front of her jeans. He kept moving under her panties until he reached her lips. Dipping one finger inside he could feel immediately how aroused she was. She moaned his name, pulling him back down to her so that he was lying more fully on top of her.
Hearing his name falling from her lips had him hard as a rock, but he wanted it to be about her—at least at first. Once he got her off she could decide if she wanted to take it any further. Pulling his hand back out he undid the button and zipper of her jeans, pushing them down her thighs. He inserted first one finger, then two almost coming in his pants at how tight she felt. He pumped his fingers in and out curling them to reach the spongy spot inside her.
“Oh my—Daryl,” she breathed, arching her hips up against his hand. Using the pad of his thumb he brushed against her clit, causing her to cry out at the new sensation. He slowly circled his thumb against the bundle of nerves until she was crying out for him to go faster.
The orgasm snuck up on her and it was the biggest she’d ever had. She couldn’t remember ever feeling anything so good in her entire life. She lay back against her pillows, breathing hard and grinning like a fool. He grinned back at her, looking pretty proud of himself.
“Good, Lord, Daryl. That was amazin’.” She pulled him down, kissing him lazily, enjoying the friction as she ground her sensitive core against the bulge in his jeans.
This time when she went to undo his jeans, he didn’t stop her. “Ya ever done this before?”
Beth nodded, kicking off her jeans and panties. “A few times.” She started pushing down his jeans with his help. “I have a feeling this is going to be different,” she said with a grin.
Daryl couldn’t believe a girl who he’d had his fingers inside of just moments ago could make him blush—but he did right up to the tips of his ears. “Hope it lives up to your expectations, Miss Greene.”
He pulled her shirt up over her head, and she quickly got to work unclasping her bra. Kicking off his jeans, he pushed her back down onto the bed. He didn’t think he’d ever get enough of kissing her lips, but his mouth had other ideas at the moment. He moved his head down to her bare breasts, licking around a nipple before sucking the entire breast into his mouth. She made a small squeak, not expecting that, but pulling his head closer all the same.
What he did to one breast he did to the other. He couldn’t get enough of them and finally she had to pull him away when it became too much. She tried pulling him back to her, but he shook his head and moved down her body, kissing a path to her center. The first swipe of his tongue against her sensitive folds had her crying out. The few times she’d had sex she’d certainly never had anyone do that before. It was something they’d have to revisit because she wanted him inside her now.
When she told him as much, he let out a curse because he didn’t have a condom on him. “Didn’ expect this when I came to work today.”
She giggled. Neither had she, but that didn’t mean she hadn’t been hoping for this for weeks. She disappeared into the bathroom the connected with her room, uncaring of her nakedness in front of him. She reemerged moments later with a square foil packet in her hand.
He didn’t even try to hide his surprise, even though she’d told him this wasn’t her first time. “When Maggie found out I had sex for the first time she made sure I could protect myself,” she told him with a laugh.
Daryl never thought he’d be so happy that Maggie Greene was a control freak.
Beth handed him the condom which he ripped open and rolled down his erection. He positioned himself at her entrance, pushing her knees up to the sides of his hips. He kissed her as he entered her, feeling her wince beneath his lips. He pushed in slowly, taking his time until he was completely sheathed in her pussy.
“Ok?”
She nodded touching her fingers to his face, bringing him back to her for another kiss. Her tongue explored his mouth as he pumped in and out. It had been a little bit for him, and he wasn’t sure how long he could last in her tight heat. Capturing a nipple between his teeth as his thumb played with her clit had her coming within minutes. Feeling her walls tighten around him, he couldn’t contain his orgasm any longer. He came with a grunt, rocking against her until he was spent.
Daryl collapsed on top of her, giving her a soft kiss before resting his head on her shoulder. Beth wrapped her arms around him, completely sated and exhausted.
“I can’t believe we just did that,” she said softly into his hair.
He lifted his head, grateful to see the look on her face was happiness and not revulsion. He nodded, rolling away to dispose of the condom.
Once he was laying next to her she turned onto her side, tracing random patterns on his chest. “I didn’t think you noticed me that way.”
Daryl scoffed. “Havta be blind not to notice them tight jeans and short shorts.”
She swatted him playfully. “They’re not that short.” He rolled his eyes. “Got your attention, though, didn’ they?”
Daryl gave her a kiss before wrapping them up in her blankets. “Sure did.”
That night Hershel Greene didn’t come home. Daryl would’ve been grateful in any other circumstance—he hadn’t been looking forward to getting a shotgun shoved in his face when he emerged from Beth’s room that morning. But the look on Beth’s face when she realized her daddy wasn’t in the farmhouse was enough to have him feeling guilty for even thinking it.
“Should we call the sheriff?” she asked him, her eyes wide and fearful.
“Don’ think there’s much he can do yet,” Daryl told her. He grabbed his keys. “I’ll go round check all the local bars. He’s probably just passed out somewhere.”
Beth cringed at the thought. Her family was falling to pieces right in front of her eyes just when her own life was coming together. “Thank you.”
I’m getting a shit-ton of new followers and I have no idea why but HELLO and I thought I’d actually get around to filling out this meme, in case, you know, any of y’all care.
Tagged by @sparks-of-greene and @thevampirecat
Favorite animal: Pit bulls
Favorite video game: The Sims? Lol - I can’t really answer this one <- Stealing Jackie’s answer lmao. Although I used to be really into World of Warcraft
Favorite character from anything: Probably Buffy Summers.
Night or day: Day
Favorite Pokémon: Rapidash
Active or relaxing: Relaxing, why do you think I’m on here so often lmao
Coffee or tea: Tea
Zodiac sign: Cancer. So very Cancer.
Favorite season: Spring, especially when the blossoms just start coming out on the trees
Favorite song: Gonna cheat and say both “Satisfied” and “Wait For It” from Hamilton
Teen bethyl either they're getting hot and heavy under bleachers during a football game OR they are at a party at a lake and get sexy in the lake with people close by. The idea of being almost a caught is pretty dang sexy to me 😝
Daryl Dixon is a nobody, a good for nothing redneck from a broken home. At least that’s what folks say, the same folks who’ll tell you that Beth Greene is a sweet Georgia peach, Daddy’s good girl with a pretty smile and a heart of gold.
And it’s true about him, sure as fuck is, but Beth? She’s sweet, alright, smiles like the sun, loves her Daddy and she does have that heart of gold, but she’s a naughty little vixen all wrapped up in the body of the Girl Next Door and she’s the best fucking thing that’s ever happened to him.
Inspired by the song Somebody Else Calling You Baby by Luke Bryan
Daryl Dixon slows his beat up old truck to a stop before he can do something stupid and turn down the long dirt road that leads to Hershel Greene’s farm. He isn’t even sure yet what excuse he would use for stopping by so unexpectedly. He lives clear across town in a small two bedroom house with his brother, Merle. They don’t own any pets, so he certainly can’t claim to need the veterinarian’s help with any animals.
Truth is he’s out of his damn mind and should turn the hell around right the hell now. He’d been minding his own business at the local pharmacy, picking up some household necessities and a pack of cigarettes for Merle (that he’d more than likely end up sharing with Daryl) when he heard them. Two girls in their early twenties talking about him.
Jimmy was back in town and wasn’t that just peachy. Of course his on-again, off-again girlfriend Beth Greene would be thrilled. No, they didn’t personally know Jimmy or Beth, but it was a small town and everybody seemed to know everybody else’s business. Why, it felt like just yesterday that Jimmy had left town and they were sure his first stop would be to the Greene farm to reunite with his girl.
Daryl had quickly paid for his few items and gotten the hell out of that store. What did those nosy girls know, anyway? Sure, Beth and Jimmy had dated on and off since their junior year of high school, but he’d been assured that they were permanently off-again by a very reliable source.
Thank you! This song has inspired me for a while...every time I hear it I think of Bethyl! The companion piece Let Me is inspired by Luke's song Play it Again. Hope you think of Bethyl next time you hear those songs! ❤️
Companion fic to my story from yesterday “Break Me”
For #bethyl smut week @dirtybethyl
I used the song prompt “Closer” by Nine Inch Nails
Let Me
It’d been three weeks since the news of Beth Greene and Daryl Dixon spread throughout the quiet town of Senoia. Beth shouldn’t have been as surprised as she was to hear the awful things people would say about them. Well, mostly about Daryl and what he was doing to her. How he was violating her. Poor little Beth Greene being taken advantage of by big, bad Daryl Dixon.
Beth would laugh if it didn’t make her so mad.
She was determined not to hide their relationship. If it was up to Daryl they would spend all their time in his house or out in the woods, but that just wasn’t Beth. Beth was a social person and she needed to be around people, not matter how offensive they could be.
Somehow she managed to talk Daryl into attending a local bonfire. It might have had something to do with the timing of her question. In her limited experience she found that asking a man for something right after sex was usually a sure fire way to getting what you wanted. What Beth was also slowly figuring out was that Daryl would have a hard time saying no to just about anything she asked for.
Perched at the end of the tailgate of Daryl’s truck, Beth waited for him to return with their drinks. She sat next to her sister Maggie who had come down with her boyfriend, Glenn for the occasion. Maggie was still coming to terms with Beth’s new relationship, but had actually been way more supportive than Beth would’ve expected. No matter how much Maggie disapproved, she would never let anyone think the Greene’s didn’t stick together.
Beth’s face lit up, as it usually did when she spotted Daryl. She thanked him for her drink and somehow her smile brightened even more when he placed a plate of cookies in between her and her sister.
“Daryl Dixon, ya sure know the way to a girl’s heart.”
Daryl blushed a bit, still not used to the way she spoke to him. Beth knew she would never stop chiseling her way through whatever armor he’d had to put up in his past. It was all the more reason why it killed her to hear people say those things about him. They had no clue what this man had been through and how he treated her like the most delicate, fragile glass in the world.
A new song on a nearby radio pulled her out of her thoughts. She squealed, abandoning the cookies and grabbing Daryl’s hand as she jumped off the tailgate.
“I love this song!” She started to dance along with the music, trying to get Daryl to dance with her but ending up dancing around him. He didn’t move away or tell her to stop, just let her keep on dancing to her favorite song until it ended. When it was over she wrapped him up in a hug and kissed him on the cheek. She knew he didn’t like displaying their affection in front of others, but she found she couldn’t help herself in the moment.
Anyone who couldn’t see that Beth Greene had Daryl Dixon wrapped around her finger was a damn fool.
On the way home from the bonfire, Beth rode with Daryl in his truck and the song came on the radio again. “Well, shit,” she pouted. “Can’t dance in the car.”
“Can’t believe I just heard sweet, innocent Beth Greene cuss. Must be that terrible redneck influence she’s been hangin’ around lately.”
Beth swatted his arm playfully. “Ya’ve heard me cuss before. Ya were just a bit preoccupied at the time.”
Daryl glanced at her with a smirk. “Guess so.”
“Ya know what I always wanted to do?” she asked, licking her lips.
He glanced over at her quickly before looking back to the road. “Nah, what?”
Beth moved closer to him across the bench seat and placed her small hand over the bulge in his jeans. “I never gave a blowjob while someone was driving before,” she told him, moving her fingers to unbutton his jeans.
The look of shock on Daryl’s face was laughable. “Well ya ain’t gonna do it now. Could crash this truck an’ kill us both!”
“No, you won’t,” she assured him, pulling the zipper down and reaching her soft hand inside to wrap around his growing erection. “There’s nobody on the road. Drive slow and don’t look down.”
Daryl didn’t have much protest left in him as Beth pulled him out of his pants. She licked her palm and began stroking him slowly up and down. Lowering her mouth to his erection she stuck out her tongue and licked the head, already leaking with precum. She’d had her mouth on Daryl before, but never like this and it was exciting her beyond belief. Feeling her arousal dampening her panties she moaned and took him into her hot mouth. Bobbing her head up and down as she swirled her tongue around his thick shaft, she delighted in the heavy breathing she heard coming from him.
“Fuck, Beth,” he cursed. “Jesus, baby!”
Beth barely noticed when he slowed the car and stopped on the side of the road. She didn’t have a chance to look up at their surroundings before his fingers were tangled in her hair, not pushing so much as guiding her along his cock. She took him in as far as she could, using her hand to stroke the rest of him down to the base, sucking hard on the tip on every upstroke.
“Shit—baby, I’m gonna come,” he warned her, using his grip on her head to try and pull her off his dick. She wasn’t having any of that and resumed her sucking and licking and stroking with gusto until she heard him cry out and felt his salty spendings coating the back of her throat.
After sucking him dry she pulled herself up, a triumphant grin splitting her face. Daryl was on her in a second, thrusting his tongue into her mouth uncaring that he would be tasting himself on her tongue.
They kissed until Beth needed to breathe and pulled back. “Ohmigod— That was—“ Her grin only got bigger as she tried to put words to what she’d just done. “And look! We didn’t die!”
Daryl rested his head against the rear window. “Not so sure ‘bout that.” After a few seconds he put himself back into his jeans. He turned to give her one last lingering kiss, rubbing her through her jeans, before pulling the truck back out onto the road. “Gonna get you back home an’ return the favor.”
Beth sat back against the seat, ridiculously turned on. She couldn’t wait to get home.
Inspired by the song Somebody Else Calling You Baby by Luke Bryan
Daryl Dixon slows his beat up old truck to a stop before he can do something stupid and turn down the long dirt road that leads to Hershel Greene’s farm. He isn’t even sure yet what excuse he would use for stopping by so unexpectedly. He lives clear across town in a small two bedroom house with his brother, Merle. They don’t own any pets, so he certainly can’t claim to need the veterinarian’s help with any animals.
Truth is he’s out of his damn mind and should turn the hell around right the hell now. He’d been minding his own business at the local pharmacy, picking up some household necessities and a pack of cigarettes for Merle (that he’d more than likely end up sharing with Daryl) when he heard them. Two girls in their early twenties talking about him.
Jimmy was back in town and wasn’t that just peachy. Of course his on-again, off-again girlfriend Beth Greene would be thrilled. No, they didn’t personally know Jimmy or Beth, but it was a small town and everybody seemed to know everybody else’s business. Why, it felt like just yesterday that Jimmy had left town and they were sure his first stop would be to the Greene farm to reunite with his girl.
Daryl had quickly paid for his few items and gotten the hell out of that store. What did those nosy girls know, anyway? Sure, Beth and Jimmy had dated on and off since their junior year of high school, but he’d been assured that they were permanently off-again by a very reliable source.
Beth Green, herself.
How exactly Daryl had gotten mixed up with the petite blonde, not even he was sure. Everyone in their small town knew the Greene’s. Hershel, the patriarch, was a well respected veterinarian and God fearing man. His family attended church every Sunday without exception. He was a widower, with a son who had moved to Atlanta and two daughters. Maggie, the oldest of the two daughters, was back and forth between Atlanta and Senoia, splitting time between helping her family on the farm and spending time with her boyfriend in the city.
Then there was Beth. Beth Greene who’d come crashing into his life like a wrecking ball. He’d been hunting one morning, crossbow cocked and aimed, and then suddenly someone was singing and his deer had run off. He’d been livid. It had taken him over an hour to track the deer, and he’d have to start all over again. Marching in the direction of the singing, he stopped dead in his tracks when he saw who had startled his prey.
The most beautiful girl he’d ever seen was sitting on a log by a small pond, a notebook in her lap and pencil in hand. She must’ve been writing her own song because she stopped every few minutes to cross out something or write something new. Daryl had never heard someone sound so sad.
Daryl pounds his hand against the steering wheel of his truck. What the hell is this girl doing to him? Running over to her family’s farm like a jealous boyfriend. They’d made no such promises to each other, but it hurt all the same to hear that she was with someone else. Which pissed him off all the more because Daryl Dixon doesn’t get hurt by little girls with pretty voices.
He looks up as he hears another truck coming up the drive. As it gets closer he can see who is at the wheel. And more importantly who is beside him in the passenger seat. She looks pretty as ever with her long blonde hair pulled back from her face and a pair of dark sunglasses covering her eyes. He can’t tell if she sees him, but he thinks she does by the way her shoulders tense up as they drive passed him.
It takes all the strength and willpower Daryl has not to follow that truck. He has more pride than that! He can just imagine what Merle would have to say about this. His brother would be on the floor spitting laughing at what a fool Daryl was. Falling for some young thing that already had other attachments.
He was a damn fool.
Daryl whips his truck around in the opposite direction Beth and Jimmy drove off in, heading back to his house. As he drives every moment he’s spent with Beth Greene in the two weeks since that day out in the woods flashes through his mind. That day, she’d looked up and found him watching her just as he’d convinced himself to turn the hell around and go back after that buck. She’d stopped singing and smiled at him, and damn it all if he hadn’t fallen for her right then and there. He’d never seen anyone with a smile that bright, especially not directed at him.
Somehow she got him to come closer. I’m not gonna bite, she’d said with that smile. Without knowing anything else about her, Daryl knew that this girl was innocent, and that he had less than no business being anywhere near her. He found that he had no willpower whatsoever as he moved closer, sitting on another log next to hers. He looked out at the small, still pond, suddenly nervous as hell.
She was real good at making conversation. He would answer her questions, usually in as few words as he could, but she didn’t seem to mind. She told him that whenever she needed a break she would come down to that pond and write. He had no idea what a girl like her would need a break from, but he had heard that she’d lost her ma a few months back so maybe that had something to do with it.
After a while Beth glanced at the clock on her phone and let out a sigh. She had to be getting back, and he must’ve been dreaming because she didn’t seem like she wanted to leave him. He stood along with her and found himself offering her a ride. Her face lit up, and good lord it gave him goosebumps.
After that it seemed like Beth Greene was everywhere. In the supermarket with her sister. At the ice cream shop in town with a friend. One day he’d seen her walking out of the library. Before he knew what he was doing she was in his truck and he was giving her a lift her home. She told him that she’d been working at the library for a few months now. She’d been attending the local college before that, but she didn’t say why that wasn’t the case anymore and Daryl didn’t pry. When he dropped her off at the end of the dirt road that led to her daddy’s farmhouse she leaned across the old bench seat and kissed him on his cheek. Daryl was so flustered that he barely heard her soft good-bye as she jumped out of the truck.
The next day, Daryl found himself needing a book on home repairs. Merle would really have a field day with this one. Daryl had been fixing things for over twenty years and was pretty damn good at it. He’d never so much as been inside of the town’s public library, but he was walking through the door before he could talk himself out of it. He walked over to the nearest shelf of books and pretended to browse while peering around the small library out of the corner of his eye.
Something I can help you find?
He’d nearly jumped out of his skin. Not many people could say they could sneak up on Daryl Dixon. She giggled, and then spent the next forty minutes helping him pick out a book and signing him up for a library card. He was grateful the library was empty especially when she asked him out of nowhere, So, do you have a girlfriend?
Daryl knew he was blushing to the tips of his ears as he shook his head. Good because I don’t have a boyfriend, either, and then when he didn’t answer she smiled prettily at him and said I’ll see ya around, Mr. Dixon.
He was pretty sure he grunted an uh, huh back at her as he quickly left the library. His head was spinning as he walked back to his truck.
Daryl slams his front door, grateful that Merle is nowhere to be found. Remembering that day pisses him off. Did she lie to him? Was she planning on using his dirty redneck ass until her pretty boy boyfriend came back? He storms into their small kitchen and rips open the refrigerator, taking out a cold beer.
Before he can get good and drunk there is a pounding on his front door. From the urgency of the knocking, he could swear it’s Jimmy—there to beat his ass for even looking at his girl. Daryl swings the door open, ready to find anyone besides Beth Greene standing at his front door playing with the bracelets on her left arm nervously.
“The fuck you doin’ here, girl?” he all but growls at her.
Beth looks up at him. He expects to find fear in her eyes, but apparently she is stronger than he’s given her credit for. “Can I come in?”
As hard as he tries, Daryl finds that he can’t say no to her. Instead he feels himself stepping aside allowing her entrance into the small living room. “How’d you get here?” he asks looking outside, knowing full well she doesn’t have a car of her own.
“I borrowed Maggie’s car.” Beth looks around the small room and into the even smaller kitchen before turning back to him. “I like your house.”
Daryl scoffs. “Ya came here to see my house?”
A fire lights up in Beth’s blue eyes. “No. I came here because I know ya saw me leave in Jimmy’s truck and I thought ya might like an explanation.”
Daryl shrugs her off. “Ya don’t owe me nothin’.”
“Quit actin’ like I don’t mean anythin’ to ya! I know there’s somethin’ here.” She points between the two of them. “And so do you.”
Daryl won’t meet her eyes. He’ll be damned if he gives this girl any more ammunition. “Say what ya gotta say.”
“Can we sit?”
“I’m good standing,” he replies quickly, not in any hurry to be sitting next to her on his too small couch.
Beth blows out an exasperated breath. “Fine. Jimmy came home today, as I’m sure ya’ve figured out.” She pauses, seemingly unsure where to begin. He holds his breath waiting for her to continue. “He’d left a few months back right after my ma passed to help on his uncle’s farm in Virginia. I wasn’t in any condition to have a long distance relationship so we ended it. Said we’d see where we were when he got back—not knowing when that would be.”
Daryl nods, waiting for her to tell him what he’s known since he saw her in Jimmy’s truck. Her long lost love is back and no matter how nice it’s been getting to know him, he can’t compete with that kind of history.
Beth moves closer to him. “He came back thinking things could go back to normal, and I had to tell him that wasn’t gonna happen.”
Daryl snaps his eyes up to meet hers. She looks sad, relieved and scared all at once. “Why?”
Beth closes the distance between them. “You know why…” she whispers right before lifting up on her tiptoes and kissing his lips. It’s a soft, chaste kiss—like she’s afraid he’ll push her away. If she only knew how very little power he actually had around her. Tentatively she brings her hands up to rest on his biceps, increasing the pressure of her lips against his. His hands find her small waist, and he feels her smooth skin underneath his calloused hands where her shirt doesn’t quite meet her jeans.
Beth pulls back slightly to fill her lungs with air. Daryl gives her a few seconds before attaching his lips back to hers. He takes advantage of her parted lips, pushing his tongue into her mouth to caress hers. Beth responds eagerly, moving her hands up his muscular arms to rest one on his face and the other in his hair, holding him to her.
“Daryl,” she breathes. “I wanna be yours.” He nods, his eyes still half closed from the overwhelming sensations coursing through him. “No.” She presses her body against his, feeling his growing erection on her belly. “I wanna be yours.”
Daryl looks down at her. He can’t remember there ever being a time where a girl had looked at him the way Beth is looking at him now. Like she wants to devour him, and keep him, and be his.
“Can we go to your room?” she asks quietly, all of her bravado from minutes earlier seeming to disappear with his lack of response.
Daryl grunts a yeah and takes her hand, leading her in the direction of his bedroom. He generally keeps his room tidy, but he certainly wasn’t expecting to have anyone in there today. Especially not anyone like her.
He leads her into his room, closing the door as soon as they’re inside. He’s never been so happy to have a lock on his door. The last thing he needs is Merle even knowing Beth Greene is in his room, never mind having him walk in on them.
His eyes never leave Beth as she looks around his room. It’s nothing special; sparsely decorated with a full sized bed, a nightstand and a dresser. He has a few flannel shirts hanging up in his tiny closet and an extra pair of boots lying on the closet floor.
“You don’t have any photos.” She turns to look at him, as if it’s some sort of crime to have a room with no pictures.
Daryl shrugs. “Never had nobody I wanted to look at a photo of.”
Beth looks at him sadly. “Not even your folks? Your family?”
“Merle’s the only family I got left and I see his ugly face everyday. Ain’t no picture ever taken of my ma. Didn’t even wanna look at my dad when he was alive and right in fronta me.”
Beth takes his hand and together they walk over to his bed and sit down on the edge. She moves the hair out of his face, studying him intently. He isn’t sure what she sees when she looks at him, but she says softly, more to herself than to him, “What happened to you, Daryl Dixon?”
He doesn’t need to respond. This girl sees right through him. Instead, in an uncharacteristically bold move he cups her face and brings her down so she is lying on her back on his bed. He hovers over her, looking from her face down to the way her breasts are moving up and down with each inhale and exhale. He moves his hand from where it rests on her cheek, his fingers traveling down her throat to her shoulder and down her arm. He feels her skin pebble with goosebumps at his touch.
“Ya are ya know,” he tells her quietly, looking back up into her big blue eyes. “Mine. And I’m yours.”
Beth nods, unable to respond with words to his bold declaration. Daryl moves so that he’s covering her, careful not to put too much of his weight on her, and brings his head down to capture her lips with his. Their mouths meet furiously, no doubt as to where this is headed.
At first he’s unsure what to do with his hands. He tentatively brushes his fingers against her flat stomach and her answering moan gives him all the encouragement he needs to travel up under her thin tank top.
Beth pushes him back and he’s sure she is going to slap him and run out of his house. Would serve him right for thinking he can touch her like that. To his complete and utter surprise she grasps the edge of her top and pulls it over her head so she’s in nothing but her bra. That’s quickly discarded as well, her quick fingers undoing the fastening behind her back.
His throat immediately feels dry. What the hell did he ever do to deserve this? He can’t think of one damn thing, but he isn’t going to question it any further. Emboldened by her nakedness, he palms her breast, feeling the nipple pebble against his rough skin. Leaning forward he squeezes her breast, taking the small bud in his mouth. He licks and sucks and she arches her back, pushing her breast into his mouth.
He’s so preoccupied with exploring her chest that he almost doesn’t notice her tiny fingers start to unbutton his shirt. Not ready for that yet, he takes her hands in his and lays her back down on the bed. Using one of his hands to hold both of hers above her head, he starts to unbutton the skinny jeans she’s wearing. He slides his fingers down her pants touching her through her underwear and he can tell by the way she flings her head back that she forgot all about taking his shirt off.
“Daryl, please,” she moans and he knows she needs more. He stands off the bed, grasping the top of her jeans and pulling them down her legs. Cursing at the boots in his way, he quickly unties and throws them clear across the room in his haste to undress her. Her giggle at his frustration breaks a little of the tension in the room, but he’s quickly back on top of her pushing her up so that she’s lying with her head on his pillow.
“I’m feeling a bit underdressed here,” she teases him softly, a little self-conscious wearing only her panties while he’s still fully dressed.
Daryl pauses before walking over to the light switch and turning it off. Though it’s still light out and the room isn’t completely dark, he hopes Beth won’t be able to see his back this way. Getting rid of his jeans and shirt, he returns to her in his boxer briefs and undershirt.
Beth reaches up to him, bringing him down to her and sealing her lips to his. Moving his hand down her body, he slips his fingers inside her cotton panties seeking out her wet folds. He groans at the feel of her, moving one finger inside her. Answering his groan with one of her own, Beth’s hips rise to push his finger deeper.
Adding a second finger, Daryl pumps them in and out slowly before adding pressure to her clit with his thumb. Feeling that she’s close to exploding, Daryl wraps his lips around her nipple sucking greedily at the hard nub. He’s never needed to make someone come the way he needs Beth to. He needs to know that he can do this for her, make her unravel with his hands and mouth.
And unravel she does. Crying out his name she comes on his hand, hard. The convulsions rack her body for what feels like forever. When it’s over she opens her eyes and lets out a shaky breath. He doesn’t give her much time to recover before he’s back on her. Her hands fly to unbutton his pants, using her hands then her feet to push them down his legs. His erection springs forward and she reaches out to touch him.
Daryl notices her eyeing his length nervously and stills her hand with his. “We don’t gotta do anythin’ ya don’t wanna,” he assures her.
Beth meets his gaze, shaking her head. “No, I wanna. I wanna be yours.”
“Don’t gotta do this to be mine.”
“I know,” she responds, beginning to move her hand over him again. He releases his hold on her, letting her stroke his erection until it becomes too much. He wants to be inside her when he comes.
He curses to himself, realizing he used his last condom months ago and never replenished. “Ain’t got no protection,” he explains to her, rolling off her to lay next to her, exasperated.
Beth’s concern at his outburst quickly turns to relief. She moves to straddle him, taking him in her hand once more. “It’s okay we don’t need it.”
Daryl looks up at her, shocked. “I’m clean,” he promises.
“I trust you,” she tells him with a soft smile before lining him up at her entrance. For some crazy reason he trusts her too, and he is too far gone to stop now if she wants to keep going.
Beth slides down onto his length and they both moan at the feeling. He’s glad she takes a moment to adjust to the intrusion because he needs it to regain control. She’s the tightest thing he’s ever felt, and he doesn’t wanna blow it by coming right away like a fifteen year old virgin.
She starts to move over him, up and down, grinding against him to stimulate her clit. “I ain’t gonna last long,” he tells her, already feeling his stomach clenching at the sounds she makes.
She moves faster, trying to reach her peak. Daryl squeezes her breast with one hand while the other snakes between them to rub her swollen clit. It doesn’t take much, and she’s calling out his name in an endless loop as she comes. He moves his hands to her hips and pistons up into her wet heat until he comes with a long, low groan.
Beth collapses on top of him breathing heavily. Daryl is finding it hard to breathe himself, but he wraps his arms around her petite frame, holding her to him. He’s never felt so close to another person and it would scare the shit outta him if it didn’t feel so right.
They rest for a while before Beth has to leave. Her sister is going to start getting worried and Beth has no idea where she is going to say she’s been for the past few hours. They dress slowly, exchanging touches and kisses, neither really wanting her to leave so soon.
Daryl opens his bedroom door and is greeted by a “What the fuck?” Merle is perched on the sofa, beer in hand, shit eating grin on his face. He’s obviously been home long enough to have heard what they were doing. Daryl stops short, hiding Beth from Merle’s gaze until she steps around him. Merle’s eyes widen comically.
“You must be Merle,” she says sounding braver than she feels. She holds out her hand. “I’m Beth Greene.”
“You sure are.” Merle licks his lips and shakes her hand. “What the hell is a girl like you doing with my brother?”
She doesn’t dignify that with a response, and Daryl walks her out the front door to her car. “Merle ain’t gonna keep his mouth shut for long,” he tells her. “Your daddy’s gonna kill me.”
Beth laughs. “My daddy’s a rational man.”
Now that they’re out in the open and anyone can see them, Daryl isn’t sure what to do. He stuffs his hands in his pockets and waits for her to open the car door. She senses his hesitancy, placing a hand on his chest. “You said I was yours and you were mine. Did ya mean it?”
Daryl nods. He meant it more than he’s ever meant anything.
Beth smiles that smile that burns him up from the inside, and gives him a chaste kiss on the mouth. “Then everythin’ll be okay. I know it.”
Daryl wishes he had her confidence, but he nods all the same and helps her into her car. He watches as she drives away mentally preparing to deal with Merle back inside the house.
Merle doesn’t disappoint. “What the fuck are ya thinkin’, brother?” he crows when Daryl returns. “That girl’s barely legal. Her daddy’s gonna be at our doorstep with a shotgun ready to shoot your ass!”
Hershel Greene surprises both Dixons and turns out to be as rational as Beth claims. Daryl and Beth sneak around for a month before they come clean, and Hershel is more disappointed that they hid from him than anything else. Daryl has a sneaking suspicion the old man knew what was going on the whole time, though Daryl has no idea how.
Ironically, the next time Daryl is in the pharmacy the same two girls he’d heard talking about Jimmy and Beth all those weeks ago are there. They spot him, and he hears them whispering about him and Beth. He’s pretty sure he hears one of them say, “so what? He’s kinda hot,” and the two of them start giggling out of his earshot.
Wow so I wrote something for Bethyl Smut Week. I haven’t written anything in YEARS and this came to me so fast it’s incredible! Can’t wait to edit and share on Monday :)
Is there any reason that with all the thousands of towns out there The Vampire Diaries crew has to evacuate all of Mystic Falls, but stay there with people who hate them and want them dead?
Can somebody please link me to some wonderful Team Delusional/Beth Greene lives meta/posts. I need to share them with my roommate. I know I have read so many! Thanks :)
Can somebody please link me to some wonderful Team Delusional/Beth Greene lives meta/posts. I need to share them with my roommate. I know I have read so many! Thanks :)
