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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/M
  Fandom:
      The_Walking_Dead_(TV)
  Relationship:
      Daryl_Dixon/Beth_Greene
  Character:
      Hershel_Greene, Daryl_Dixon, Beth_Greene
  Additional Tags:
      Smut
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-11-29 Words: 3577
****** A Chance ******
by Catherine_Toast
Summary
     AU Takes place during season 4. The governor decides to starve out
     the prison instead of attacking. Hershel comes up with a plan to
     ensure Beth's safety during their escape. A sexy plan. lol
Notes
     With apologies to those waiting on Mrs. Dixon or the last chapter of
     Fooling Around. Something to tide y'all over maybe? ;)
The plan seemed solid enough, but Hershel knew better. He knew by the way
Rick's eyes darted around the room, and by the way Daryl rocked back on his
heels and bit his nails that it was a long shot. It wasn't likely they'd all
make it out of the prison alive, not with the governor's men stationed all
around them, blocking every road, taking the high ground. They were being
slowly starved out of their home, and in two days they were going to make a run
for it.
Really, when you stepped back and squinted, the plan was just breaking into
groups and going different directions at the same time, with the vague hope
that some of the groups would be able to slip through the governor's fingers.
No, not everyone would survive. That much was plain to see.
Maggie had a chance. Maggie, strong and brave, with her equally strong and
brave husband at her side, yes, together they had a chance. But it was Beth
that kept him up nights with worry. He knew how it had gone down the night they
left the farm. He knew how everyone had instinctively protected their own, the
ones the loved best. Glenn and Maggie had gotten each other out. Beth had been
lucky. He wasn't going to rely on luck this time.
The plan leaped into his mind, already fully formed, and he winced at the
vulgarity of it. Still, it was a cold new world, and this was small price to
pay if it meant his youngest daughter would survive.
“I don't know how to say this Beth, but I need you to do something for me. This
is going to be the hardest, and most important thing I've ever asked of you.”
He was sitting in her cell, watching her take the pictures down from the walls.
She stopped, and looked at him curiously. “I can't protect you, Beth. I'm an
old man and I'm down a leg. My clock is ticking.”
“Daddy, don't talk that way,” Beth interjected, sitting on the bunk across from
his chair. He gave her a small smile.
“Beth, just listen. You know the odds we're up against. I've always loved your
sense of optimism, but I need you to see this for what it is - a shot in the
dark. Most of us aren't going to make it out of here. Do you understand that?”
She looked conflicted for a moment, then gave a small nod. “It pains me to say
this, but you're not strong. I'm not strong. Our odds aren't good.”
“But we'll try, daddy. We'll be together.”
“That's the problem, kiddo. You and me, we're not much of a team.”
“But Rick and Daryl, they'll draw their fire, we can make it!”
“So, say we do. Then what?”
“Then we rendezvous with the others.”
“And if there are no others? If we're the only ones who make it?” He shook his
head. “We won't survive. It's a death sentence. I won't do that to you, Beth. I
can't have that on my conscience.” Her eyes were pleading, but she didn't
speak. “I'm going to do every thing I can to keep you safe. It doesn't matter
what happens to me. But I want to die knowing I gave you every possible chance
to live.”
“What are you saying, daddy? What is it you want me to do?” He sighed.
“Daryl.”
“Daryl?”
“Daryl is your best chance. He's strong. He can hunt. He can kill. He can keep
you safe.”
“So...you want me to leave with Daryl?”
“Yes. In two days time, you need to be on the back of that bike, driving
straight off into the woods and not looking back.”
“Daryl will never agree to that. He wants to be out front, to protect Judith
and Carl. He's not going to abandon them to protect me!”
“That's- that's what I need you to do for me, Beth. I need you to get Daryl to
see you. To care about you. You need to become something he wants to protect.”
Beth laughed.
“And how do I do that? Cast a magic spell over him, so he falls in love with
me?” Hershel reached out and gently took her wrist with one hand, and placed
his other hand on top of her open palm. She felt him put something in her hand.
“In a manner of speaking, yes,” he said. She looked down at the small foil
package he had given her.
“Daddy!” she exclaimed, shocked. His eyes were serious. Her face fell. “Daddy?”
A note of panic. “Daddy?”
“I know I raised you with a certain set of values. And yes, this goes against
everything I've taught you. But this is survival. This is life and death, and
we've got to use every weapon in our arsenal. This is all we have left, Beth.”
A tear flowed down her cheek. “Daryl is a good man. He has his code. If you do
this, if you can get him to believe you're his, then he'll protect you. I know
how men like him tick. You'll fall to the top of the pecking order. It's
instinct.” Beth nodded, still staring at the condom in her palm.
“So, you want me to have sex with Daryl,” she said quietly, more to herself
than her father, “so he'll protect me, and I'll live.” She looked up at him,
eyes shining, but face resolute. “And if he doesn't want me?”
“You're young. You're beautiful. He's a man. I've seen the way he looks at you
when he thinks no one's watching. You can do this.” Beth was shaking her head.
“He thinks I'm just a kid, daddy.”
“Then show him you're not!” He sighed. “Please, just try. Just do your best.
Can you do this for me? Please.” There was a long silence between them.
“Ok daddy,” she said quietly. “When?”
“Tonight. We're on a tight timeline. It has to be tonight so we can change the
plans tomorrow. Daryl gets off watch at midnight. As soon as you hear Rick go
to relieve him, you go to his bunk. You be there waiting.”
“It won't work, daddy. He'll be mad if it comes out of nowhere. He's gotta
already be thinking it, wanting me there." Hershel could see his daughter had
regained her balance, and was working things out. She furrowed her brow. "What
time is it now?”
“Hell if I know,” he said, with a note of bitterness. “Almost dinner, I think.
Don't hate me for this, Beth.”
“I should go help in the kitchen,” she said, standing to leave, putting the
condom in her pocket. “We all have our jobs to do.”
***
At dinner, Hershel surprised the group with a half dozen bottles of red wine
he'd been saving. That, combined with the extra helpings of food they'd cooked
up (they wouldn't be able to take all the supplies with them when they went),
made for smiles and merry conversation. When Hershel poured some wine for Beth,
Maggie objected. “Beth's a grown woman,” he told his older daughter, in a voice
loud enough for all to hear, “I trust her to make her own decisions.”
Beth noticed that Daryl didn't have any of the wine, so she handed her glass to
Maggie. “Don't matter anyway, Mags, I don't really care for wine.” Shortly
afterward Daryl slipped away to take first watch. Beth helped clean up and
headed for the showers. If she was trying to seduce a man tonight, she figured
it was probably better if she didn't stink.
She waited in her cell, counting down the hours. Finally, around 11, most
people seemed be drifting off to bed. She snuck into the kitchens and made some
coffee. Making sure no one saw, she slipped a pint of whiskey into the pocket
of her robe.
Daryl was out on the catwalk, smoking a cigarette. “I brought you some coffee,”
she said handing him one of the two mugs she carried with her. He seemed
confused by her presence.
“Thanks,” he said, taking the offering. She set her own mug on a crate, and
pulled the whiskey out of her pocket. Silently she poured some into her mug.
She held it up, let him see what it was, and he nodded, so she poured a good
portion into his coffee too. “Didn't know you drank whiskey,” he said gruffly.
“Well I sure as hell don't drink red wine. That stuff tastes like shit.” That
got a chuckle from the older man.
“You're right about that,” he said.
“Besides, I bet there's all kinds of things you don't know about me. Shame,
really, that we never got to know each other.”
“You talk like you're going to the gallows.”
“Not the gallows, no. Just – don't seem likely we'll all make it. Or that we'll
all be able to find each other again even if we do.” She set down her mug again
and shrugged off her robe. She didn't make a grand gesture of it, but Daryl
caught it out of the corner of his eye and did a double take. Underneath she
was wearing a pair of short cotton shorts and she'd rolled the waistband down a
couple times to ensure a good portion of her abdomen showed between the top of
them and the bottom of her white lace trimmed camisole. The material was thin,
and she wasn't wearing a bra. That caught his eye, alright. Had he seen her?
Really seen her? He looked away, and put out his cigarette with his boot.
“You're gonna catch your death,” he said, not looking. Trying not to look.
“C'mon, it's nice out tonight. Besides,” she added, “I'm hot blooded.”
“What?”
She laughed, clutching the chain link fencing and throwing her head back. She
hoped to god it looked sexy in the moonlight.
“Hot-blooded. My blood runs hot. I'll show you. Here,” and she took the mug out
of his hands and set it down. She grabbed his wrists and placed his hands at
the top of her hips, where there was bare skin. She held them firm against
herself. “See, feel how hot I am,” she said softly. Daryl seemed to be frozen
in place, staring at his own hands. For a moment he did nothing but breathe.
She felt his thumbs move an inch or so, going higher, feeling the skin just
underneath her tank top.
Suddenly he jerked his hands back, as if she burned him. He turned his gaze
away. “Yeah, that's somethin',” he mumbled, staring resolutely out into the
darkness, sipping his coffee.
Beth smiled to herself. He had definitely seen her now. Daryl cleared his
throat.
“They still all getting drunk in there?”
“No, everyone's pretty much gone to sleep. But if you want a nightcap, I'll be
around.”
***
When he returned to his cell, she was waiting. She was sitting on his bunk, and
before he could get angry she smiled her most charming smile, and offered him
the bottle of whiskey. He hesitated, then snatched it quickly from her, as if
eager to keep a distance between them. He took a quick swallow and asked "why
are you here?" She shrugged, leaning back propped up on her arms.
"Can't sleep. No one else is awake. Thought you might like some company." She
stood and reached out for the bottle. "You're freezing," she exclaimed, as her
hand brushed his, running her fingers along his arm for good measure. He
grunted “C'mon, climb in with me, I'll warm you up.” She scurried under the
blankets and pressed her back to the wall. She lifted the blankets for him,
invitingly.
“This some kind of trap?”
“What do you mean?”
“40 year old man can't just go crawlin' into bed with a 17 year old girl.
You're jailbait, honey”
She rolled her eyes. “I'm 18 now,” she lied. “Besides, look around. How much
more in jail are you likely to get?”
“18? For real?” She ached to tell him a long story about how everyone had
forgotten her birthday, but she figured less was more in this situation. She
simply nodded. He rubbed his eyes like was tired. She stayed still and silent,
holding her breath, trying to read his face. He scrubbed his hand across the
stubble on his cheek and stared at her. “Yeah,” he said finally, “alright.”
He sat on the edge of the bed and took off his shoes, then his leather vest. He
left on his jeans and t-shirt and slid under the blanket with her. “I'll have
you warmed up in no time.” She let her body press against his, rubbing her hand
over his chest, his arms. Her leg lazily drifted in between his legs. She
rubbed a hand across the front of his jeans, skimming the crotch. “You should
take these dirty jeans off.” She said, grabbing at the top of his pants with
both hands.
“Whoa, hey!” he said quietly, grabbing her wrists.
“What? You'll be more comfortable.”
“Uh-huh, and I'll be naked. I aint wearing underwear.”
“So,” she said, freeing her hands from his light grip “neither am I.”
Impulsively, she grabbed his hand and shoved it up under the leg of her shorts,
so his fingertips were touching her curls. “See?” Daryl was wide eyed. Hell,
Beth was pretty shocked herself, although she was doing her best not to show
it. So much for going slow and not spooking him. What the hell was she doing?
Could it be she wanted him? Was this the reason she had agreed to the plan so
readily? Daryl's hand moved slightly, his thumb lightly tracing her slit
underneath the fabric. No man had ever been anywhere near that region before.
“Is this a dream?” he asked, his voice deep and husky. She smiled.
“Do you dream about me, Daryl Dixon?” He swallowed hard, closed his eyes and
nodded. Jesus. She had him.
She leaned forward, rolling nearly on top of him, and her hair cascaded down
around his head as her lips touched his. He melted easily beneath her, his lips
opening and claiming her mouth in a needy kiss. His hands were both under her
shorts, grabbing at her bottom, tugging her down closer against him. She was
straddling him now. His hips bucked up and he moaned into her mouth. He tasted
like coffee and whiskey and cigarettes and she couldn't get enough of it. She
was grinding her crotch against his. This was heaven, and still her body wanted
more. Needed more. “Wait, Beth, wait,” he said, pressing against her shoulders,
pushing her up so she was kneeling, straddling his thighs. “This is crazy, we
can't...” She grabbed the bottom of her tank and pulled it up and off, tossing
it across the cell. He made a noise that could have been described as a
whimper, but was deep and filled with want.
“We can,” she said, running her hands over the hardness in his jeans before
working at the button, and carefully sliding down the zipper. He lay still,
watching. Allowing. She reached in and pulled out his stiff member, grasping it
in one hand and stroking it up and down. It was a curious thing, not something
she'd ever seen in real life before. Surely it was impossible, how it could be
hardened steel and soft silk at the same time. It had the allure of a new toy.
She wanted to play with it, see how it worked, how it responded to her touch.
He hand glided over it, her thumb brushing against the tip.
“Jesus, girl,” he moaned, “c'mere.” He grabbed her roughly and threw her down
next to him in the space between him and the wall. He stood, stripping off his
pants, socks, and finally his shirt, to reveal the muscle underneath. She
smiled, reaching out her arms for him. He kneeled on the bed, leaned down to
kiss her mouth, her neck, her collarbone, her breasts, rolling his tongue
around each nipple in turn. He kept going, lower, lower, dipping his tongue
into her navel. He grasped at the waistband of her shorts, making eye contact
and she nodded.
She raised her hips as he slid the shorts down, down her legs, and threw them
on the floor. He licked his lips, put his face so close to her pubic area that
her hairs were brushing against his nose. He inhaled deeply. “Mmmmmm” he
hummed, “you smell so good. God. It's been so long. Let me taste you.”
“Do whatever you want to. I...I just want to please you.” He looked up at her
with a curious expression, and for a moment she wondered if he was seeing
straight through her, picking out the lie, knowing her inexperience. He
chuckled to himself.
“Yeah? Just try not to scream, honey, your daddy's right outside.” And he
quickly parted her legs, lifted them high, and pushed his face into her most
intimate area. Before she could even process what was happening, she was hit
with waves of pure pleasure. He certainly knew what he was doing, and she
moaned as his tongue circled her engorged clitoris, sucking her lightly, then
applying just the right amount of pressure with his slick tongue. A finger
pushed into her vagina, and she clamped down instinctively against the
intrusion. “Relax, babe, relax. This your first time?” She nodded.
“Yeah, I'm sorry, is...is that okay?”
“Yeah, yeah. Tell me if you want me to stop.” She nodded. “You want me to keep
going?”
“Please!” she said, the word coming out much more desperate than she intended.
And he was back between her legs, making her feel the electric pleasure again,
his finger moving in and out of her slick pussy. She whimpered, biting her lip
to stifle her moans of pleasure. She was getting used to it now, opening up for
him. He added another finger, and he fucked her with them, crooking them inside
her. Her orgasm hit hard, and caught her off guard, she bucked against his
face, moaning his name.
“Jesus” he said, wiping wetness from his chin with the back of his hand.
“You're so tight. I wish we had a condom.” She smiled, snaking her hand under
the pillow and pulling out the foil package she had stashed there before he had
entered the room. “Ohhhhhh, girl” he moaned, half laughing, half swept away in
desire. He snatched it from her and ripped it open quickly rolling it on. She
watched, a mixture of curiosity, desire, and trepidation in her face.
He climbed on top of her spreading her legs with his knees, and propping
himself up on his hands. She bit her lip and closed her eyes. He pushed against
her entrance. She felt a burning sensation as her body stretched to accommodate
his width. She screwed her eyes closed. “You're so tight, so tight,” he chanted
breathlessly, pushing himself further inside her. He was kissing the side of
her face he was so close against her now, on top of her, inside her. She
relaxed under him, stroked his back, heard him breathe obscenities inches from
her ear. And it was all so quick, and he was thrusting into her hard and fast,
he was grunting her name, and then he was still and softening inside her.
He rolled off of her, tying the condom and throwing it across the cell. He
collapsed onto his back, trying to catch his breath, wheezing slightly. "You
okay?" he asked, after a few moments.
"Never better," she cooed, cuddling up against him, resting her head on his
shoulder and letting her arm drape across his chest. His hand reached up and
gently stroked her forearm. "Do you want me to go?" she whispered.
In response, he wrapped his arms around her and held her tightly. "Nah," he
said, lightly kissing her forehead. She smiled at him and he smiled back. She
drifted off to sleep in his arms.
***
It was morning, and they could hear movement and voices from the common area as
the group got ready for the day. Daryl awoke and gave her a dreamy half smile,
like he couldn't believe she was really there. He got dressed quickly, then
retrieved her clothes from where they had been tossed on the floor, and setting
them on the bunk.
She ignored them, standing up nude and throwing her arms over his shoulders and
lacing her fingers behind his neck. He placed his hands on her hips and kissed
her gently. "I gotta go, girl. And you better get back to your cell before
anyone notices you ain't there." He tried to step away but she held fast.
"Wait."
"Hmm?"
"You'll take me with you, won't you? Tomorrow?" His calloused hands roamed
freely up and down her sides. His face looked pained for a moment, then
softened.
"Yeah. Yeah, of course. If that's what you want."
She nodded. "It is."
He nodded once. "I'll tell 'em."
***
The last time Hershel saw his youngest daughter, she was on the back of a
motorcycle, driving away from him at high speed. It seemed to be working, they
were training the gunfire on him, on his car, and the motorcycle was slipping
away into the trees. It would still be a long road ahead, but she had a chance.
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