Survive - Daryl Dixon - Follow The Plot Fanfic

Four

⚠️ (not only smut, trigger warning in general: Self-Harm mentions)

After a while of Beth and I drinking and Daryl taking it steady, Beth gets an idea and gets up all to sit around the coffee table. Of course, I sit directly next to Daryl.

He looks at me, knowing I get horny and flirty when drunk. He rolls his eyes at me and then looks at Beth as she explains the game.

"So first, I say something that I've never done, and if you have done it, you drink, and if you haven't, I drink... then we switch."

After a moment of silence, Beth looks up at Daryl.

"You really don't know this game?"

"I ain't never needed a game to get lit before." He mutters, lifting his one knee up to rest his elbow on it, touching his lips. I stare at him. He must be doing it on purpose...

"Wait, are we startin'?" Beth asks, genuinely unsure.

"How do you know this game?" Daryl grumbles, gesturing to Beth.

"My friends played, I watched. Okay, I'll start. I've never... shot a crossbow. Now you drink." She says, purposely making it easy.

"Ain't much of a game." Daryl scoffs as he takes a sip of his moonshine, I drink too.

"That was obviously a warm-up Daryl." I mumble, looking up at him, gently resting my hand on his thigh under the table. He looks down at me, raising an eyebrow as I smile innocently.

"Now you go." Beth suggests.

"Hmm." He sits quietly, thinking. "I don't know." He mutters, almost inaudible.

"Just say the first thing that pops into your head." I say to him, resting my head on his shoulder, moving my hand further up his thigh, I hear his breath hitch a little in his throat.

"I've never been out of Georgia." He says quietly, his voice deeper, more husky. I bite my lip softly as Beth drinks.

"Really? Okay, good one." She swallows the drink and looks at me, "Robyn?"

"Uhm... Hm... I've never had a relationship that wasn't toxic and manipulative."

Beth drinks as she's never had a bad relationship, Daryl looks at me as he drinks. I look down and move my hand from his upper thigh, getting a little upset at the memories, Daryl notices and wraps his arm around me, almost instantly cheering me up again as i put my hand back he smirks a little.

"Okay, my turn," said Beth, "I've never... been drunk and done something I regretted."

I chuckle and drink.

"I've done a lot of things" As Daryl drinks, I move my hand onto his bulge, biting my lip a little, he whispers in my ear.

"Be careful, Princess." He plants a very light kiss on my jaw and goes back to the game.

"Your turn," Beth says demandingly.

"I've never been on vacation." He states plainly.

"What about camping?" Beth asks curiously.

"Nah, that was just somethin' I had to learn... To hunt." He informs her.

"Your dad teach you?"

"Mm-mm" He hums. Beth looks at me, shocked as I don't drink. I look at my empty jar of moonshine as I knead Daryl's dick slowly.

"Okay." Beth says as she takes a sip.

Daryl looks over and notices my jar is empty and moves it away, shifting his jar towards me, non-verbally telling me to share his. I look up at him, shocked at how calm he is staying whilst I palm him.