Last Chance

by: FrankieLouWho

rating: M

disclaimer: I do not own anything relating to The Walking Dead.

notes: I realize that I have like four stories going right now. I can't promise an update schedule, I can't promise much of anything really. But I'm going to try and keep it all together! Anyway, this story is going to be a romantic journey through an alternate universe of Walking Dead. And it's going to be a wild ride of dramatic, angsty, fluffy, smutty adventure. I hope you guys are ready. Please let me know what you think. Reviews make me update faster!

Prologue - July, 2007

Beth's skin is salty sweet as Daryl's tongue traces over her prominent clavicle. In the darkness of the mid-summer night, the two are hidden amongst the tall grass in the sprawling meadow at the edge of her father's property. The tatty old blanket beneath them smells kind of like barn, but Daryl barely notices with the glowing blonde in his arms, beneath his fingertips, turning her face up for him to kiss. It's one of the rare nights where neither of them are feeling particularly chatty, though not in a bad way. Instead, Beth seems content to let him run his hands up her sides, dragging her shirt along for the ride. She giggles as he presses warm, wet kisses over her taut, golden tummy, and Daryl can't resist the shiver that squirms up his spine as her fingernails scrape against his scalp.

She's really something else, altogether.

The soft noise that hums from her throat as Daryl kisses between her breasts makes him stir in his jeans, and the sight of her breasts - even still covered by her bra - makes his eyelids flutter. Beth is no Victoria's Secret model, but he prefers her. Small, perky breasts with the rose-tipped nipples, the ones that are hard before he even touches them. Her responses to his touch are particularly frenzied tonight, and as he pushes one cup down and frees her breast, Beth tangles one hand in his short, choppy brown hair and the other is fisted in the material of his black, sleeveless T-shirt. Daryl loves to tease her, loves making her bow against him and her breathless whimpers. He circles his tongue around her areola, avoiding the pebbled pink pink as long as he can.

"Please, please," Beth pants, tossing her head back. He can't help but give in when she asks so nicely. Eyes trained on her face, noting the light dusting of freckles that have cropped up on the bridge of her nose and over her cheekbones, Daryl finally captures her nipple between his lips and uses his teeth to tug gently before salving it with his tongue. She shudders and shivers and it's the most amazing, sexy thing in the world. He's hunched over her, half on his knees but also leaning his weight on his left hand over her shoulder, and he nudges her legs apart and settles the weight of his thigh against the juncture between her legs. Instantly, Beth shifts against the pressure and lets out a squeak of pleasure that has her cheeks flaming crimson and Daryl grinning.

"Ya sure your Daddy ain't gonna come out here with a shotgun?" Daryl asks. Beth gives him a distracted eyeroll before rubbing herself against his denim-clad leg, huffing impatiently. The warmth that radiates through her clothing and his own makes Daryl drop the question and reach behind her to unclasp her bra. He gets it on the first try, one handed, and feels slightly accomplished as the petite blonde shimmies out of the offending article. It's discarded next to her shirt, and Daryl can sense that she's trying not to cover herself up. She's still shy at first, making him dip his mouth in for a sweet, teasing, delicious taste of her lips. Beth responds automatically, allowing him entrance and sliding her tongue against his.

They've been doing this all summer. It's strange - in a perfect, terrifying kind of way. Daryl never thought, not in a million years, that a girl like Beth Greene would give the likes of him, a Dixon, the time of day. But she's sprawled beneath him, not for the first time, open and eager to be with him. It's his touch that makes her tingle and tremble, that makes her eyes roll back and her pulse increase. Daryl can feel the physical reaction she has to him, and he knows that she couldn't be lying about that, couldn't fake that. He's too keen of an eye, especially for bullshitters, to believe she wants anything other than to be here with him.

He knows that she's leaving in a few weeks. Five weeks. Five weeks left of this, heartbreakingly sweet moments under the starry night sky. Five more weeks of picking her up in his pickup, riding around the backroads with the windows down and music blasting. Five more weeks of sneaking out - well, Daryl didn't really have to sneak out, as Will Dixon didn't give two fucks about his kid's nightly activities. But sneaking Beth out was different, it added a different kind of dimension to their meetings. Made the stolen time together sweeter. Hotter.

Beth tugging at his shirt pulls Daryl from his thoughts, and she gives him a devillish grin, those smoky blue eyes glowing luminous in the moonlight. He loves when she's playful, when she tries to play aggressive. He lets her pull the shirt over his head, and it joins her pile of discarded clothing. He sucks in a deep, unsteady breath - no one could make him feel so strong and so vulnerable at the same time, no one but Beth. He's still uncertain about the scars on his back, some of them only a few months old, but when her small hands flutter over the marred flesh, a shiver races down his spine and Daryl forgets quickly what he's worrying about. This is Beth. These things don't matter to her.

He grunts in surprise as her lips find his nipple, and she tugs it with her teeth like he did to her. He's no longer simply stirring in his jeans - he's pressed against his fly, almost painfully. Especially with her licking and kissing all over his bare chest and then downwards, over his stomach...

"Git them shorts off, baby girl," Daryl instructs, and Beth smiles and settles back, hands going to her fly. She hooks her fingers into the waistband and, that of her panties, and Daryl sucks in a greedy breath as she wiggles out of her clothes. The skin that her bikini - a modest, shorts and tankini number in deep blue - covers is pale porcelain, but the rest is golden and warm under his fingers. Beth smells like summertime to him, salty skin, sunscreen, and green apples. Tart, juicy green apples. His mouth always waters around her.

"I want you," Beth breathes and Daryl's fingers dig into her hips. He sits back on his heels, studying her face guardedly while she gazes up at him. Sometimes, the look in those blue eyes - like the sky right before a summer storm - that scares the hell out of him. How he deserves to be on the recieving end of them, Daryl will never understand... But she's so open, so vulnerable and trusting, that it makes his heart clench and he has to taste her skin and feel her shaking beneath him. He dives forward, mouth rough and firm over her's.

Beth gasps as he breaks the kiss, Daryl blazing a trail down her neck and chest, pausing at each of her breasts to give them the proper attention. She's not quite a handful, in the breast department, but the round, firm orbs leave him hard and panting. Girl should never wear a damn bra. Or any clothes, for that matter, he's deciding as he kisses her tummy again and then scoots himself further south. He wiggles onto his stomach, erection pressed almost painfully into the ground as he lifts her hips to grab her ass. Daryl's favorite place in the world is being burried in Beth's pussy, be it his tongue or his fingers or his cock. It simply feels like home.

She's completely shaved. He blushes, remembering their conversation in the beginning of all this chaos, when she'd asked him if he wanted her to do that. Daryl didn't care much, one way or the other - the idea of light colored girls at her sex is enough to make him groan, but with his face actually there, he's glad she did. Makes it easier to see what he's doing, and the slick, velvet folds feel heavenly against his face. He dives right in, licking her slit a few times before shouldering her thighs further apart and oepning her to his gaze.

Beth props herself onto her elbows. She likes to watch him. Daryl flicks his eyes up to her face, seeing a small, pleasure-filled smile on her face. Her dimples are showing. Her blue gaze is heavily-lidded, and when Daryl finally grazes her clit, they drop completely shut and her brow furrows, a quiet moan torn from her throat.

"Daryl..." She's pleading and threatening, and Daryl smirks into her pussy before he begins to eat her out in earnest. She loves this, even if it had been hard to get her to go along with it the first time. Thought it would be gross, that he didn't want to do it. But it's his favorite thing, too. Driving her crazy, making her curse under her breath and wiggle and shudder... It's extremely arousing to see sweet little Beth Greene, valedictorian, student body secretary, know-it-all and yet incredibly shy, lose control.

Seeing Beth in all the new ways that he had this year, the time they'd spent together, has done nothing but made Daryl fall even more in love with her. She was always a pretty girl, and Daryl could vividly remember watching her chase across the playground during recess, legs pumping and golden hair streaming as she swung on the set with the other girls. He had known her his entire life, but it wasn't until this last spring that they truly became friends. More than just friends, though. Who would have thought?

"Oh - Oh God, Daryl, I'm -" Beth is panting, and he realizes that she's on the edge. Squeezing her ass once more, he frees his hands and one grabs her squirming hip. The other teases her entrance playfully before dipping one finger inside of her. The delicate tissue of her vagina is hot and wet and he groans into her, eyes falling shut as a wave of pleasure washes over him. These physical reactions, the ones that she can't fake, are more erotic to him than anything else in the world. She wants him, she's excited by him. Daryl pumps his finger in and out, then adds another to the mix and Beth is writhing and whispering his name in a quiet little chant. It's all the encouragement he needs. His mouth is frenzied against her clit, and with a gasp, Beth shatters. Her whole body pulls tight and she goes silent, holding her breath, and Daryl loves to watch her face as she exhales and shudders. He can feel the muscles inside of her clenching at his fingers, trying to draw him in further, and Daryl is all but humping the ground in his highly aroused state.

"Fuck, Beth," Daryl murmurs, sitting back. She swipes her hair out of her face and sits up quickly, grabbing the back of his neck. She likes to taste herself on him, some weird primal thing that makes her wild. He can't not smile as she laps at his chin and above his top lip, but it's also sexy as hell and he starts to unbuckle his belt and open his jeans. Beth is eager to help, or at least, she's eager to get her hands on him. Before he can push the jeans and his briefs down, she's bypassing the elastic and wrapping her small, warm, soft hand around his manhood. His breath wheezes out in surprise. They both chuckle at his reaction.

Beth's wide, innocent eyes turn up to meet his. She has told him before that his blue gaze reminds her of sapphires, though sometimes swimming pools. He never knows what to say when she says that kind of stuff, and usually he blushes and kisses her to avoid having to respond. He knows that she's biting back the words as her wrist twists, palm twisting over the head of his cock, making him groan softly and press his forehead against her's.

"I want ya," he whispers, and Beth licks her lips, nodding. He's kicking his pants all the way off, leaving them both naked as the day they were born out in her daddy's meadow on an old, scratchy blanket and the stars and moon overhead. Daryl wonders if Beth thinks its romantic - to him, it is. Not that he would ever say something that stupid out loud. But as he finds the condom he'd stashed in his back pocket, tearing the foil and rolling the rubber over himself, Daryl realizes he'll remember this night forever. It's not their first time, not even close, but she looks so damn beautiful in the silvery moonlight, so happy and free, that he begins to get nervous.

It's like she can read his mind. She cups his cheek, giving him a smile, whispering, "I love you, Daryl Dixon." Instantly, the tension eases out of his shoulders and he ducks his head, shy. They've said this to each other before, but just once, and it makes him feel a mixture of emotions. Pride, disbelief, anxiety, happy, terrified. No one has ever loved him before - his mother and Merle did, in their own way. But Beth's way is completely different. It's not required because of blood, it's not some obligation. It's her choice, it's her choice to give herself to him and to open herself up to him. Daryl can't help but feel incredibly lucky.

"Love you too, baby girl." He doesn't realize how husky is voice is, too distracted by the feeling of his cock sliding over her moist lips. Beth stays still, anticipating, and Daryl doesn't disappoint as he guides himself inside of her. She inhales sharply as he thrusts into her, careful but still with a hint of barely contained passion. Daryl pauses, letting them both make noises and adjust to the feeling of him being fully seated inside of her. He's over her, and Beth's hands dig crescents into his shoulders as she begins to wiggle. She's never been very patient with this.

He sets a rhythm that is slow and lazy, knowing it would drive her crazy. Beth might be shy and sweet, but whenever they made love... She turned into a little hellcat. Hair-pulling, biting, swearing. Beth loved everything they did together, but Daryl knew that she liked it when he lost control. When his hips beat a punishing tattoo against her, when his fingers left bruises on her hips. She loved when he left love-bites where only she could see. He loves to mark her, too.

"Feels so good," Beth whimpers. Daryl touches his lips to her pulse, feeling it thud fast and hard. She is flushed and feverish in his embrace, her entire body alive and aroused. "Don't stop. Don't ever stop."

"Never," Daryl agrees, but he rolls them over so she's straddling his hips and he immediately cups her breasts. Beth doesn't miss a beat, picking up the pace and biting her lip. One day, she's gonna chew right through it, but Daryl doesn't comment as he watches her face contort with pleasure and concentration. When he reaches between them, thumbing her clit easily, she shoots him a lusty look that smolders. That sinful, erotic look that reminds him just how beautiful and sexy and thrilling this girl is. This girl that he loves. He's not going to last long with her bouncing on top of him, especially when her hands plant on his chest to use him as leverage.

He rubs her pussy frantically as she rides him. When she shivers, goosebumps rippling over her golden skin, Daryl moans. He opens his mouth to warn her that he's fixin' to go, she beats him. She drags in a raspy breath, stiffening, bowing and arching, and Daryl feels himself hold his breath as he watches her come undone. She is exquisite, flushed and chanting his name revrently, like a prayer. Feeling her flutter around his dick is all Daryl needs. His balls tighten and he pumps his hips up into her as he releases - both his seed and a cracked, shaky "Fuck."

Beth collapses on top of him, her head tucked neatly under his chin as they catch their breath. Daryl strokes her back, pets a hand over her golden, silky hair. He thinks that life is never going to get better than this, because it simply can't. He's eighteen, which is young to hit such a peak. But this is Beth Greene, and she's the girl that he loves. The only girl he's ever loved, and probably ever will. She's leaving in five weeks. The idea of doing life, the day to day, without her presence at the end of the evening... He pushes the thoughts away as she kisses above his thudding heart.

"That was amazing," Beth whispers. "You make me feel so alive, Daryl. Like I can do anything."

Daryl was silent, caressing her. He didn't know what to tell her, was lost for words yet again. But Beth never minded, never got upset. Instead, she sighed contentedly and curled into his chest. He knew and understood wanting to feel as close to each other as possible. It was an ache he dealt with whenever they were apart. Part of him suspected that he would always feel that way...

Present - May, 2014

Daryl jerks awake with a start. They're camped out on the highway, having lost Sophia earlier in the day. He didn't mean to doze off, but Dale is on top of the RV and Carol's sobs have finally given way to silence, sleep claiming her. Rubbing a weary hand over his eyes, Daryl sits up in the back of his old gray pickup, motorcycle on his side. The gate is down and his legs are half-asleep from dangling over the edge. He pats his chest, finding the pack of smokes in his breast pocket easily. Shakes one out, presses it between his lips. He lights it and exhales, squinting into the darkness.

He hasn't thought of Beth at all today. Too much going on. The herd that passed through, then the little girl running off into the woods. He and Rick going to find her, tracking her prints... Doesn't make sense, but the little girl wasn't like him. Didn't know her way around the thick forest. She was young, scared. Sheltered. He shook his head, angry at himself for not finding her easily. It's not his fault, but Daryl can't help but feel guilty every time he thinks of Carol's face when she realized what was happening.

Absently, Daryl thinks about the fact that they aren't far from home. Where he grew up - where they grew up. Wasn't like she lived in Georgia anymore. Big star like her, with her face on Tabloid magazines and Grammies on her mantle. Beth Greene. Pop-star. Millionaire. No one would believe him, if he were to say that she had been his first, and he was her's. Doesn't matter, though. It's just another piece of his past that he does not talk about, not that he talks about much anyway.

The fact that he's dreaming about her, it's not surprising. Seven years is a long time, but Daryl can remember everything like it happened just yesterday. Green apples and moonlight, soft skin and warm lips. It hurts sometimes, remembering what they had. But it also reminds him that he's capable of love, that even if she has stopped - he still loves her. And, once upon a time, she did love him. He knew it.

Daryl stood up, legs still pins and needles, and stretches. His mind drifts, thinking of blue-velvet eyes and golden blonde curls. First loves always end, Daryl reminds himself. He's the freak for not moving on.