Hi! Can you make a prompt/fic where Beth is the new sheriff in town and she captures Daryl?
This will be kinky lol just a little, I’ll leave the rest to your imagination..
Beth looked at herself in the mirror, she wore a shear light pink nighty and her cowboy boots. She twirled the red fuzzy handcuffs around her finger as she decided on the perfect time to go out and….round up Daryl.
The handcuff’s she found in her closet, it was in a box from the previous owners. It still had the price tags on it so she assumed that nobody used it before, when she saw it she instantly knew what she would do.
She looked over at the clock and saw it was 11:40 pm, she decided it was time to go get her victim. She tip toed the best she could out of the room, the hallway mirror showed her in her get up and she suddenly felt silly. But she bought the thing so she wanted to show him at least once while her and Daryl were together.
She tip toed down the hallway and saw Daryl laying on the couch watching Letterman with a cold beer in his hand and peanuts in a small glass cup, a few scattered around the table and on the floor. It was his nightly routine.
She slowly leaned against the back of the couch and quickly grabbed Daryl’s hand and slapped the handcuffs on his wrist. He whirled around the pillows flying off the couch and on to the floor.
Beth tapped her chin.” Well I got this new dress and wanted to show you.”
He leaned up slightly and his eyes roamed up and down her body, she shivered just thinking about his eyes glancing at her naked body underneath the shear nighty.
"Looks nice." He nodded." Why the handcuffs?"
She stomped her foot and and walked around in front of him, she grabbed the remote and shut the tv off much to Daryl’s protest, she turned around and grabbed his hand and started yanking him up.
"Alright alright, gimme a minute." He grumbled as he stood up, crumbs falling on to the floor.
Beth leaned up wrapping her arms around his neck, she pressed her lips to his. His hands slowly settled on her hips, his fingers pressing deeper into her skin.
She felt something. She knew what it was. She pulled away abruptly and turned him around slapping the other handcuff on to his wrist.
She giggled.” I’m cleaning up town..”
He shook his head.” Cleanin’ up what?”
Beth peered around him and smiled.” Bad boys.”
Beth pushed him around the couch.” Let’s go Mr. Dixon, you’re a very bad boy!”
"Who the hell do you think you are?"
"I’m the new sheriff in town."
She pushed open her bedroom door and it slammed into the wall, she pushed Daryl forward and walked in slamming the door shut behind her. She walked over and pushed him back on the bed, she climbed on top of him slowly.
"I like this." Daryl said with a wild smile on his face.
"Gonna gimme a heart attack ‘fore I’m 40."
Beth giggled.” No no, it won’t come down to that… But I may give you breathing problems.” She said before slowly kissing down his body.
Daryl fell back on the bed and closed his eyes.” Damn girl.”