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It’s hot and stifling in her cell and Beth feels like she might float out of her bed she’s sweating so much. After two hours of lying awake, she gives up on sleep and sits up. She grimaces at the sticky feeling underneath her armpits and on her back, where her t-shirt clings uncomfortably to her skin. The floor feels nice and cold to her bare feet when she plants them there. She gathers her shower stuff and towel and heads to the showers, hoping a cold shower will help her cool off a bit.
It’s at least half past 1 in the morning and most people seem to be sleeping, apart from those keeping watch. It’ll be nice and quiet in the showers for once. During the morning rush she’s lucky if she gets to wash her face before breakfast, let alone have a relaxing shower.
As she gets to the showers though, she hears one of them running. Curious, she sneaks over to the makeshift stalls, peeking around the corner. It’s a little difficult to see, but she thinks it’s Daryl, his long hair plastered to his skull and neck. He’s leaning his arms against the wall, just standing underneath the shower with his head bowed.
Suddenly feeling breathless, Beth studies the lean lines of his body, his strong arms and muscular back, lined with scars. She’s seen them before, briefly, on the farm, but now she has all the time in the world to look. She doesn’t want to though, because Daryl would cuss her out for sure if he knew she was standing there. He must be having a real bad day not to have noticed her yet. Normally it’s like he’s got some sort of sixth sense, always looking up before people have even rounded the corner.
Her gaze moves down to his buttocks, lightly dusted with hair, leading down to his lean legs. There’s not much fat left on him, thanks to the lacking diet they’ve all been on for too long. Sure, there’s much more to eat now, with the vegetable garden growing well and him bringing in rabbits, squirrels and deer most days, but Daryl often seems inclined to feed all others before himself.
She looks him over some more, thinking of how strong his arms must be to carry and load that crossbow, to bring home a deer carcass all on his own. He’d probably be able to hold her up for a while, pressed against the wall or even just up in the air… Beth feels her cheeks heat up at the thought, imagines his rough, calloused hands gripping her waist, caressing her ribs and breasts.
Heat pools down low in her belly, a throbbing sort of sensation, which makes her feel slick in her panties. She shifts, restless, and suddenly doesn’t feel like showering at all. Quickly, before he notices her, she turns and flees back to her cell, flinging herself down on her bed.
She adjusts the sheets acting as makeshift curtains so that no one can look in and crawls under a second, thin sheet. She feels nervous, excited somehow. Beth has done this before, touched herself, but never because of someone in particular, always just to get rid of that itchy feeling underneath her skin. Slowly, she starts rubbing circles over her underwear, warming herself up to it. She can feel moisture start to soak the fabric already, so she slips inside, dipping one finger in the small pool just beneath her clit. She’s never been so wet so fast, and when she rubs softly across her clit, her own slick easing the way, she has to bite back a moan. Already she feels on edge, a strange energy humming its way through her body. Her other hand sneaks under her shirt and towards her breast, nipple taut and sensitive to her hesitant touch.
A second finger joins the first to gather some more slick and she used them to create a V-shape to bracket her clit, all the while rubbing in circular shapes. She thinks of Daryl’s larger hands, how his rougher skin would feel touching her most sensitive parts, her wet lips and even wetter hole. She imagines him slipping in one finger, mimicking her fantasy with one finger of her own. His would be bigger, more of a stretch, so she adds another, barely keeping in a whimper. She’s tight, not having done this in a while, but she’s so turned on that it doesn’t take long to relax enough that her fingers can go deeper, to rub at her spongy insides.
Her breath hitches as moisture starts to drip out of her pussy, the in and out motion of her fingers spreading it all over her lips, the very most inside parts of her thighs. She feels just as sticky as before, but it’s good now. She thinks Daryl would like this, would appreciate how wet she is for him. She starts circling her soaked finger on her clit again, feeling ready to explode. She imagines Daryl bending over between her legs, his slippery tongue massaging her, sucking at her clit. His stubble would scratch at her soft skin, but she thinks she would like that, a bit of rough to contrast his soft kisses and just like that, she spills over the edge, feels her insides clamping down and her toes curling in pleasure. She doesn’t make much noise, all too aware of the way sound carries in the cellblock, but she does let out a breathy sound of relief.
Beth feels pleasantly hazy now, her head sleepy and her limbs numb. She wipes her wet fingers on her matrass and tugs down her t-shirt. She falls asleep not long after, dreaming of Daryl, his blue eyes and grumpy demeanor. It’s not like he’ll know what she did and what’s she’s thinking about when she looks at him. He’s observant, but no mind reader.
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The next morning she spots Daryl leaving on his motorcycle with Michonne, and jealousy hits her hard in the chest. She’s determined to get better at the useful stuff that Maggie, Michonne and Carol do without a second thought. Maybe he’ll notice her then. Maybe he’ll see her as a woman, instead of a silly girl who’s good with babies and singing and nothing else. She’ll ask Carol to teach her how to use a knife and go shooting with Carl and Rick and make Maggie help her get strong enough to carry a heavy rifle. She’ll get better.