After much wandering around, Beth found Daryl in the laundry room. They didn't use this room since none of the machines worked without electricity. The laundry was all done by hand now. She stopped in the doorway as she wondered what she could possibly say to him. He silently watched her. She didn't expect him to cry on her shoulder, but she was hoping he would at least vent a little. The most likely scenario was that he would tell her to leave him alone, but she had to try.
"I'm so sorry about Merle." When he didn't respond, she continued awkwardly. "I wanted to see if you're okay." That was stupid, she chastised herself. Of course he wasn't okay.
"I wanna fuck you."
Beth was speechless. This was the last thing she had expected to hear right now. His tone didn't match his words at all. She had heard people use more emotion to talk about the weather. Daryl's eerie calm freaked her out. All her instincts were telling her to run away, but that was crazy. This was Daryl. She wasn't afraid of Daryl, but she took a step back as he stepped toward her.
"You're here to comfort me, right?" He spoke in that same passionless tone.
It took all her courage to hold her ground as he approached her. His blank expression never changed as he pulled down her shorts. Then he tore her panties off of her with one violent yank. They ripped easily since they were pretty threadbare.
"Hey!" Beth protested. "It's not like I have an unlimited supply of those."
"Don't want you to wear em no more."
That statement might have turned her on if he had said it in a different way. What had happened to his sexy voice? Her shorts fell to the floor as he grabbed her by the waist and lifted her onto a table.
"Wanna see you come," he said with no trace of desire.
He simply watched her face as he began to rub her between her legs. She couldn't stand looking at the lack of emotion in his expression, so she closed her eyes and gave herself over to his touch. She moaned his name as he brought her to the brink and cried out as she reached her climax. When she opened her eyes, she finally saw lust in his. He pulled her shirt off and had her lay back on the table as he leaned over her and lightly bit her nipple through her bra. Then he unzipped his pants and pulled them down with his underwear. He stood between her legs and stroked himself until he came all over her stomach. After he caught his breath, he grabbed a towel that had been left on another table and wiped her stomach with it. Then he pulled up his underwear and pants before he left the room without another word.
