My Little Dove // Bethyl

Chapter three

A few weeks have gone past since Beth and Daryl were first intimate with each other and now they find any reason to be again. Sometimes Daryl sneaks into Beths cell in the middle of the night while everyone is sleeping and leaves before anyone can wake up or Beth goes off into Daryl's cell. She only ever does this if she knows Judith will sleep the entire time she's gone, she's only every gone for an hour tho, not even that. But she does find time in the day to run off with Daryl if Rick or Carl are watching the little girl. No one has found out about there charade, acting like they barely know the other when people are around.

It's all torn apart tho when the Governor rolls in and tares down there home. Beth is frantically running around looking for Judith as it happens. She's Judith's momma and she needs to find her baby.

"I can't find her, I can't find the baby!" Beth yells at Daryl as she runs towards him, ducking shots and explosions.

"It's okay we'll find her" Daryl replies calmly knowing Beth was on about Judith. However, the place gets another bomb thrown at it and they're both having to run. "C'mon we gotta go!" Daryl says pulling Beth toward him.

"But Judith, we gotta find her!" Beth almost cries as she tries to stop Daryl from dragging her away.

"Someone's probably got her already, she'll be okay Beth, c'mon I don't want you to die" Daryl says to her in a gentle tone as he wipes away a tear that slips Beths eye.

They run away from the prison, the opposite way that everyone else went but they aren't left with a choice. They're running and running until they finally drop in a plain patch of grass, completely out of breath. Beth is almost hyperventilating, also upset over the fact of possibly losing Judith. Daryl crawls to her and lays next to her, giving her the comforting hug that she needs. He knows she needed it because she instantly starts to calm down as he does so.

"We're okay, she's okay, everything's gonna be okay" He whispers into her ear as he kisses her cheek. They lay there for a little while. They don't know how long it's been but long enough for the sky to turn red and the sun to sit on the hills.

"We gotta goin' find some food and shelter" Daryl finally speaks up, breaking their comfortable silence. Beth doesn't wanna move, but she does, she knows she has to.

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(Ima skip the moonshine shack n all that cos I can't be bothered n can't really remember it all word for word, I imagine you all can remember it so I'll leave it at that)
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They've been alone on the road for almost a month, neither of them can tell specifically how long it's been, but it feels like a month. The weather around them has gone from warm to cold so Beth can tell autumn has come along already. They have both moved around a lot, from a small shack full of moon shine, to a clothes shop, to a funeral home. Now they are in the middle of no where with nothing but the clothes on there back and a couple tins of what-not in their back-packs.

Beths been feeling sick these past few weeks too, she can't tell if it's the idea her friends are gone and that she will never see them again or the lack of food she's had. Either way, she woke up this morning with her stomach churning and the smell of roasted squirrel making her wanna vomit.

"I can't" she admits, turning her face away from the squirrel Daryl just cooked for her on a stick. The smell making her gag.

"Why not? You need to eat" He says trying to push it towards her. She's been looking to skinny to him and he doesn't like it, he desperately wants to change it.

"Makes me wanna-" Beth cuts herself off by throwing up to the side of there small camp, not being able to hold back as it hurls come in waves. Daryl is instantly at her side rubbing her back. He tossed the squirrel away, understanding now why she doesn't want it.

The next few days, they've been living off the few cans they have as the smell of meat is getting to Beths senses and really not making her feel too good. Daryl is worried they're not gonna find food before they starve to death and is desperate to find some kind of home soon.

They have been walking for hours ans Beth is begging Daryl to sit down but he swears he can see something in the distance, some sort of cabin.

"Just another mile or so, we can do this" he says as he rubs her back and kisses her temple. Beth follows along begrudgingly, but is happy she did so when she realises Daryl was right, it's a small little log cabin. Clearly abandoned but still intact. "You wait here while I check if it's alright" Daryl says and Beth sighs, sitting on a log next to her in defeat, she's exhausted, they've been walking non stop for about a week now and she just wants somewhere to lift her feet and relax.

"Daryl?" Beth says as she gets up after about five minutes of waiting, she feels like she's been waiting too long and it makes her nervous. She steps up to the door and she sees Daryl frantically opening and closing all the cupboard doors in what appears to be a kitchen in pretty good shape. "You okay there?" She giggles a bit to herself as she watches the man.

"There's so much goddamn food!" He says as he grabs her by the shoulders, trying not to shake her. She's never seen him so excited, she looks herself and there's stacks and stacks if tins and cereal boxes and crackers.

"Wow" is all she says after a little while. She's speechless, no idea what to say. She feels the rumble in her stomach as she lays her eyes on all of it. "Feasting tonight" she's smiles up at Daryl.

"Hell yeah! And look" he says averting her gaze to the sink, "running water" he says as he turns the tap on and clear liquid comes out of it. She feels like she's about to cry, like fate just decided to be nice for once. She hugs Daryl tightly, this is the happiest she's felt the both of them for a long time.

She looks around the cabin to also see a bed with layers of blankets and quilts and she can't wait to get into it and have one of the nicest sleeps she's had since the apocalypse.

She suddenly feels arms around her, swinging her around and bringing her to the bed. She looks up at Daryl, a wide grin on both their faces as they crash lips. He pushes her onto the bed and scrambles on top of her, pulling both there clothes off. They haven't been able to do this for over a week, not having a place to be intimate with one another. He holds her naked body close and lines himself up and then pushing in. He hears her gasp as she takes it all, loving it. He pulls out and then pushes back in and he does this over and over. Hearing her moan his name over and over sends him over the edge, feeling her insides tighten around him, going wetter and wetter with each thrust, feeling her cum all over him. He can hear it with each thrust, her wet and cum all mixed together. She moans his name one last time before he bottoms out inside her, filling her with cum as her walls tighten around him, milking him.

They stay like this for a while, cuddling, completely vulnerable with each other. He pulls out tho, she already misses the warmth of him.

"I noticed a clean bath, figured I'd boil some water for you n you can have one" Daryl says with a sweet smile, Beth can't help but smile back excited, she hasn't had a bath since she left her daddy's farm and the idea of one now seems like the best news she's ever heard.