The fake boyfriend (A bethyl story)

Something that should have happened time ago.

When I get to the hotel door there were loud noises coming from inside,so I opened the door to see Daryl angrily packing his bag.

"What you doing,we're leaving on Monday" I laugh nervously.

"I can't do this anymore it's killing me" Daryl continues to pack.

"What do you mean?,what's killing you?" I ask.

"Seeing you and Liam together all the fucking time" Daryl shouts slamming his vest in his bag and zipping it up.

"I saw you kissing about half an hour ago" Daryl finally lets out.

"So you must have saw me pull away and tell him something else right?"I asked placing my hand on his left shoulder.

"No" Daryl coldly shakes my hand off whilst picking up his bag and walking towards the door.

I closed the door and stood in front of it.

Daryl was centimetres away from me breaving heavily.

"Let me past I wanna go back to Georgia" Daryl demands.

"No"I stand my ground. "You don't understand"

"WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME GIRL HUH??" Daryl shouts.

"I WANT YOU TO STOP ACTING LIKE YOU DON'T GIVE A CRAP ABOUT ANYTHING"I shout back.

"YOU'VE BEEN DISAPPEARING NEARLY THIS WHOLE TRIP ,SO WHATS THE PROBLEM?"I asked.

"I'VE BEEN DISAPPEARING BECAUSE OF YOU AND LIAM ALWAYS TOGETHER,WHEN WE FIRST GOT HERE AND YOU WALKED OUT,I DID GO AND FIND YOU BUT LIAM.......Liam beat me too it" Daryl slowed down and moved to sit on the edge of the bed.

It made me realise all the times Daryl's been quiet was because of Liam.

I went over and sat on the edge of the bed by Daryl.

"Yanoe after Liam kissed me I told Liam that I loved you"  I smiled as Daryl turned his head towards mine.

"I love you too" Daryl whispered as our heads came closer together..

Our lips connected through a soft yet passionate kiss.

His firm hand rested upon my rosy cheek and It didn't seem to occur to me that...

I WAS KISSING DARYL DIXON!!

I didn't scream or drift apart, he carried me onto the bed and looked at me with his sharp eyes.

"Suck my nuts" he said , genuinely seriously, and I laughed uncontrollably.

" Daryl!! Oh my days your so rude!" He really is a dirty talker.

"I don't know how to sexy talk" he shrugged, running his fingers up and down my thighs.

"That's okay..I don't know how to be sexy either" I whispered into his ear whilst he groped my waist.

"You're always sexy" he breathed whilst his cheeks flushed chill Red.

Had Daryl Dixon just called me sexy.

My insides churned and I was so taken aback with lust yet shock, I really do love him..