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Have you ever considered a Bethyl one shot wherein Beth tries to get Daryl to open up explaining how it feels to make love to her? There's this song from the 90s by Billie Myers called Tell Me, that would be so cool to base a fic on. The video is amazing too. I dunno, just the thought of Daryl trying to put into words what it feels like to fuck her, while he's doing it is hot. And it's a bit of character development. Just a thought.
Here ya go.
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It’s only after he’s gone motionless inside her, rigid and trembling, that she understands how afraid he is.
On top of her and lying between her spread legs, braced over her with his hands splayed on the ground by her temples, head hanging loose and his brow inches from her own. It shouldn’t surprise her, even this first time, that Daryl Dixon himself is a full-body experience. The tickle of the ends of his hair on her cheeks, heat of his panting breath against her jaw, the musky and not-unpleasant campfire smell of him, the way the thin firelight trickles across his bare shoulders and the straining muscles of his arms like a weak little fall of rain. And there is rain outside, rain and steady rolling thunder, and it’s hard - though she knows it’s a cliché out of a century of romance novels - not to think of his heart, only the match is far too perfect, because she can feel it drumming through his body and into hers and closing around her own. Welling up inside her chest.
In and of itself, it’s not unlike the rain either.
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Beth Greene Appreciation Week:
Day 3: Favorite scene as voted by our followers
“ I want to you stop acting like you don’t give a crap about anything ! ”
Little games - Requested by @thepaperpalace
“When he was alone with Beth, I don’t know that he knew what those feelings meant. But, they were feelings. It wasn’t so much a love affair as it was like, “Things can be good. Maybe you’re the golden ticket to Willy Wonka’s and you’re going to show me where all the candy is.’” –Norman Reedus
Like a snake, my heart has shed its skin. I hold it here in my hand, full of honey and wounds.
–Federico Garcia Lorca, “New Heart”
daryl: i don't give a SHIT what anyone thinks about me
beth: *jokingly asks if he's ever been to jail*
daryl: *screams, throws things, takes his dick out*
Emily Kinney & Norman Reedus | “Alone”
