When Bethyl Happened

Chapter 11- Bitten

~Beth's POV~

I lay awake thinking about how the kiss. I had been craving it for eternity and it had actually happened. Now, here I was practically spooning with Daryl. His legs were entangled with mine as we lay on top of our sleeping bags. Daryl's arm was draped over my body as if even as he slept, he protected me. My back was flushed against his chest and I could feel the steady beat. The heat radiating off of Daryl made me feel cozy and warm. I hadn't felt this comfortable for a long while.

Light snores filled the room and occasionally the rustling of the blankets as he stirred. Other than that, just a peaceful quiet. I lay awake thinking about the kiss. I had never felt such pleasure. The feeling of his lips on mine was indescribable.  I had wanted to go farther, but he had stopped me.

"Beth," he had whispered as his lips brushed against my ears, "not now. You are not ready and I am not either. I want to and I wouldn't do this with anyone other than you. The timing just isn't right." I had felt a little rejected, but all was forgiven as he returned his lips back onto mine. He was right though, I wasn't ready. This I knew now. I was glad to have a man like him to know what I needed even when I didn't.

After we had kissed I had asked him what we were. Daryl had pondered the thought for a while until he replied, "Well, we can't be dating since there really isn't any restaurants open. Guess, we gotta skip that step. Boyfriend and girlfriends is a stupid title. How about we are just together. I am yours and you are mine." I didn't think such sweet and beautiful words could come out of that redneck's mouth. I am so glad they did. I had smiled at Daryl a smile that was brighter and more true than ever in my life.

My pleasant thoughts were ended immediately by a faint tapping noise. Now my senses heightened and I focused my hearing. The tapping began to turn into more of a scratching. Was it a walker? How had I not hears this before? I careful escaped from the maze that was Daryl's grasp and stood up. My eyesight wasn't worth shit in the darkness, but I tried to navigate towards the sound. Each step I took the scratching got louder as did the pounding of my heart. Finally, I hit a wall and realized the sound was coming from just on the other side. A low gurgling noise reached my ears and I realized it was indeed a walker.

"Beth?," came a questioning voice from behind me.

"Over here and we've got company," I replied as a light shone onto me.

"God damn it. Well, let's use my flashlight and find em," said Daryl as he walked up to join me by the wall.

"Listen," I gestured towards the wall.

He pressed his ear against the wall and frowned. "There are some shuffling noises back. Maybe three, four. Nothing we can't handle." Daryl scanned the wall with the light and revealed a door knob. This must be the back room and where the walkers are being kept. "Should we kill them so we can get better sleep? I mean you said there are only about three or four," I questioned.

"Sure. It's probably safer that way too."

He handed me my knife and the flashlight. I positioned myself right behind him with my knife at ready position. The light of the flashlight aimed at the door for guidance. "One, two, three," Daryl broke the lock and opened the door. He had been right with his prediction for there were only three of them. Daryl took out the first one with ease. As he reloaded the second arrow a sudden darkness over came over the room. The flashlight had died and there were two hungry walkers roaming around. "Fuck! Beth where are you?"

"Right here! The flashlight died!" I whispered in frustration.

"Just stay where you are I am coming to you," he whispered back. I felt a reassuring hand grasp my shoulder. Then I heard the gurgling sound and my stomach dropped. "Daryl?" I called out in panic.

"Where are you?" he asked.

"Shit!" I screamed in realization. The hand didn't belong to Daryl. I began to swing my knife in the air until it sunk into something. With a tug I pulled it out and heard the thud of a body hitting the floor. I had somehow managed to stab the brain.

"I thought that was you touching me!" I gasped out.

Daryl didn't reply, but I heard him mutter a strand of curse words. He must have been fighting the other walker! I wanted to come his aid, but had no way of finding him. "Daryl?" I cried out fearing for his life.

I could hear shelves being knocked down and grunts coming from Daryl. Using the noises for guidance, I staggered toward the general direction he could be in. Not knowing exactly what was going on was the most terrible feeling in the world. What if Daryl wasn't as lucky as I was? I had to find him! Opening that door was the stupidest decision ever.

"Aah!" came a scream of pain. MY heart skipped a beat. I then heard a body hit the ground. Please be the walker and not him, I prayed.

"DARYL!" No answer came. I felt faint. "Daryl?" I tried again.

"Beth," he gasped out. "I'm bit."

~~~~~~~~~Authors Note~~~~

DUN DUN DUN. I am evil I know. By the way thanks so much for over a 100 votes and 2000 reads. Please continue to vote and comment! Love you all and see you next Saturday. By the way it was kinda hard to write the whole "sex" convo thing. Gah, I'm just so awkward. Sorry about that. Byeee.