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There have been several times in Daryl Dixon's life where he's been freaked the fuck out. Where he's overreacted, cannon balled into conclusions and later regretted it. A lot of these times have included his girlfriend of six years: Beth Greene. They met when she was in high school and of course, he was several years older than her at the time. They kept it a secret for a year while she finished her senior year and then before she went off to college, they sat down with her parents and introduced him as her boyfriend.

Her daddy tried to strangle him, her mama had to point the shotgun at her daddy to get him off and her older sister Maggie opened the door, put her head in, shook it and left again. Apart from that, it went well. They had a tough time while she went away to college trying to work long distance and most especially it was hard for Daryl who had insecurity issues as high as his head. Beth was young, beautiful, talented and an A+ student. He was a bum who worked under somebody else's rule in a shitty company.

No parents for Beth to meet, only his high as a fucking kite brother who was in and out of jail so often Daryl often lost track of him until he knocked on the door in the early hours of the morning, months later. He was rough on her in her college years, accusing her of being out with other guys, getting overbearing and basically being a dick. Thank God, his girl could deal with his shit because they stuck together until she graduated and she moved in with him. Now three years down the line, they're happy and in love, which is something he never thought he would be.

They still get looks in the street and out at restaurants, that one guy that asks if she's his daughter. But they don't care because the sex is fucking great and they're best friends, her always bitching to him about her friends and him bitching about work until they grin at each other and start kissing or get ready and go out for date night every Saturday. The only problem is, for at least the past month, Beth's been acting differently. His girl always loves his hands all over her, even when they're dirty or particularly rough from work, persists until he scoops her up in his arms and squeezes her ass or her thighs with a growl.

For the past month though, Daryl has barely been allowed near her and the sex has been practically fucking holy with how silent Beth's been. She's always been a screamer, more so because she knows how much it turns Daryl on to know he's fucking her right or he's not going too far when he pulls her hair. On top of that, despite the lack of touching on a day to day or the quietness during sex, before he left for work this morning, he found Victoria's Secret lingerie in a bag in the closet.

He knows every piece of lingerie his girl owns, has seen her in all of them, multiple times in the flesh and in pictures at work, when she's being a vindictive little minx. Daryl knows for a fact she hasn't worn it for him and if he needed any more convincing, the tag is still on the little champagne coloured set. All day at work, it's bothered him.

Because if she's not wearing it for him, then who is she wearing it for? Is it a coincidence that she's been less than enthusiastic during sex and that she barely likes him to touch her anymore? Daryl's so much older than her, truly ranging into the old man category so does it mean she's found a new man? Does she plan to leave him? He's been freaking the fuck out and by the time he pulls up from work, his heart is racing a mile a minute, imaging the confrontation he plans to have with his girl and whether it's going to end up with her packing up her things and walking out of his door and his life forever.

The front door shuts and Beth's stomach nose dives, nausea so sudden and blinding she has to clamp her teeth to stop sick from coming up her throat. She's always been happy when Daryl gets home from work, every day for the last three years that they've lived together, but lately, she's been getting the same sick feeling as she has now.

That same question that she acknowledges and dismisses, too scared to approach it. Should she tell him? But the question alone nearly makes her sway on her feet, so she doesn't even try. Pretends instead that everything's fine and tries not let her hard stomach touch him or to let his hands near her ribs, her waist or her belly either.

Daryl walks into the kitchen where she's starting dinner and Beth smiles at him. "Hey."

"Hey," he murmurs, reaching forward to take her waist.

Beth's heart beats erratically as he pulls away as discreetly as she can. "Good day?"

He sighs and crosses his arms. "Ain't it 'bout time we talked 'bout this damn problem?"

"What problem?" Beth frowns, turning to the stove.

Behind her, he says, "how you ain't been lettin' me touch ya an' that lingerie set you got stashed in the closet."

Her throat practically locks up and she has to put the knife down she only just picked up because her hands are shaking. "Daryl…"

"They're someone else?"

She spins around with a scowl. "You would think that, wouldn't you!? Cheatin', as usual. Like fuckin' college all over again!"

"That ain't fuckin' fair, I's diff-"

"No, you ain't fuckin' fair! I ain't never done nothin' to make you think I'm fuckin' some other guy, but that's the first fuckin' conclusion you come to!"

Daryl takes an angry step forward, backing her against the counter. "What the fuck else am I meant to think, Beth!? You ain't lettin' me touch ya, you'se all quite an' shit when we had sex an' you got some fuckin' underwear with the tags on hidden in the closet!"

"It ain't hidden, stop sayin' it like that!" She yells. "I threw it in there same day I threw up my fuckin' breakfast in the mall."

"The fuck's that got to do with anythin'?"

Daryl frowns and Beth swallows, cradling her stomach. "'Cause I'm… I'm pregnant, okay? I brought the fuckin' underwear an' then I threw up an' I brought a test. Brought four. All positive."

"But you're on the pill," he says quietly, looking a little dazed.

Beth's eyes prick with tears and her throat hurts when she speaks. "Not a hundred percent. An' I'm sorry, alright? I didn't know how to tell you an' my stomach got harder an' I didn't want you to feel it an' ask questions an' I know you don't wanna be a daddy 'cause of your daddy an' we c-"

Beth pauses when a tear curls over Daryl's cheek, running off his chin as he asks, "I'm gonna be a daddy?"

"Well yeah, it ain't no one else's baby, Daryl." She gasps when he slides down to his knees on the floor and curves his large palms over her tiny bump. "What're you doin'? Get off the floor," she laughs.

He glances up at her, pressing a kiss to her stomach which is still practically flat, but curves just a little and is covered with the large sweatshirt of his that she's wearing. Daryl's arm loops under her knees and she shrieks even before he stands up with her in his arms, literally sweeping her off of her feet.

Beth grabs his neck as he turns the oven off and starts to walk them upstairs. "You're… happy?" She asks cautiously.

Daryl laughs. "You're havin' my baby, why the fuck ain't I gonna be happy, girl?"

She smiles but inside her stomach explodes with excitement, as if the baby is rejoicing that their daddy likes them too. "I thought you was gonna freak. We've never talked about kids or startin' a family."

"Beth, there ain't nothin' else I wanna do than give you babies. Marry you one day too."

She raises her brow as he climbs the stairs. "That a proposal?"

"Not yet. Let's have a baby first."

Beth giggles, her heart squeezing tight. "We're gonna have a baby."

Daryl grins at her as he enters their bedroom. "Yeah, we are."

"That's kinda turnin' me on," she teases as she sits on the bed.

He smirks at her, yanking on her sweatpants until they clear her feet and then his head is between her legs, nuzzling aside her panties. Beth groans, her hand falling into his hair as his mouth attacks her clit, his tongue swirling down to fuck into her cunt, smearing her juices all over his face and her inner thighs. She whimpers, reaching up to pull free the rest of her clothes. Daryl glances up at her with his tongue swirling over her clit when she's done, his eyes reverted to her hard little bump and her breasts, which are a little swollen and her tight nipples.

He groans against her clit, flooding it with sensation and she clamps her thighs around his head, trembling from her head to her toes. She's really sensitive and she's practically on the verge of cumming when Daryl stands and opens his jeans, bending over her body and sending her higher up on the bed so he can grip his cock and guide himself into her. Beth's so wet that her pussy squelches when he pushes in, his hand soft where he cups the back of her neck, cradling her into him.

He's barely resting his weight on her at all, especially her belly and she smiles into his shoulder, her legs lifted up to his hips as he glides in and pulls out, pushes back in deep and groans over her. Beth digs her nails into his bare forearms, her head tipping back when he catches that spot behind her clit and brings forth a screaming orgasm. Over thinking lately about her huge secret has kept her from enjoying the sex, which is such a fucking waste because sex with Daryl is unimaginable, certainly not something she could describe.

The way he makes her feel: sexy, safe, beautiful. It's intoxicating and that paired with Daryl's grunts and groans, like now, never fails to make her gush. Which is what she does now, she can feel it, her cum soaking underneath her as Daryl yanks out, rubbing her clit with the head of his cock and forcing her to convulse under the strength of her next orgasm. He lets loose a strangled noise as she squirts all over the bedspread.

"Shit, girl. S'fuckin' hot."

She's practically out of it when he slides back into her, her cunt so slick it's unreal and it's clearly too much for Daryl because he keeps pausing, sweat gliding down his face as he tries to hold back. When Beth becomes a little more lucid, she giggles, her head rolling to her shoulder. "Babe, just cum."

"You're gonna get such a spankin' girl, you know the rules," he grunts, fucking into her again.

Beth groans around a smile. "I gotta cum three times before you do."

"Damn straight," he gasps, trembling over her.

She keeps her eyes locked with his as she clenches her pussy. He goes lax, falling over her as he drives his cock into her repeatedly, rattling the whole bed against the wall and practically shoving Beth up the mattress on every thrust, pulling out the sheets until they're pretty much on the bare mattress, fucking like wild animals. Daryl goes still and she does the rest of the work, fluttering her pussy walls until he whines and cums inside her in thick, hot spurts. She hums contently as he bottoms out and then slips out, a rush of fluids sliding down the crack of her ass until she moans deliriously.

"Think if we fuck enough we'll have twins?" He groans into her neck.

Beth laughs loudly, hugging him. "I'm already pregnant, but we can try."