#daryl dixon x beth greene

[imdonnalynn]

SHIP SERIES

Daryl Dixon / Beth Greene The Walking Dead (series 2010 - 2022)

The look on Daryl's face in the bottom gif was me as well when this episode aired. I stopped watching The Walking Dead because they teased us with Daryl and Beth possibly being a thing and then they rip her away the very next season. FUCK THAT I have not watched the series with any regularity since and no nothing of the spin off shows. I just know that Beth was so good for Daryl she brought him out of his shell on an emotional level like Carol did but in a very different way.

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[bethylmethbrick]

BETHYL FanFiction THE ACCIDENTAL CHRISTMAS Daryl Dixon and Beth Greene au

Part One: It should have been a simple twenty mile drive home, but trouble started when Beth made a wrong turn and found herself lost. Bad went to worse when she swerved to miss a doe and her fawn, and now she finds herself with her car in a ditch in the middle of nowhere. Her only hope is to try and make it on foot back to the roadhouse she passed a mile or two back. BETHYL LOVE

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[gneebee]

BETHYL FanFiction A Place Called Heavenly: He saw her the minute she arrived in Heavenly. He watched, trying his best to go unnoticed, while taking in every detail about the way the woman looked as the driver helped her down from the coach. She was small, slight of build, young. Her skin was fair and her hair was golden and she was a special kind of pretty. Bethyl Romance AU

I was so excited to see A Place Called Heavenly nominated for the Moonshine Awards Best Classic. Thank you, I hope you'll all consider it.

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[onefail-at-atime]

Is it just me or do a lot of Daryl x reader / OC fics or story snippets have some major Bethyl vibes? 🤔

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[im-a-goddamn-cat]

Mistletoe

Bethyl/Beth Greene x Daryl Dixon || Rated: G || Words: 539

Summary: Beth and Daryl share a sweet holiday moment.

A/N: This is a Christmas gift for my lovely girlfriend, Gaby (@daenerys-tarrgaryen & tudorregina on AO3). Merry Christmas, Gaby! :] I love you. <3

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Beth stood watching everyone mingle. Her family had some relatives and friends over for a Christmas party. It was a fun gathering and everyone seemed to be enjoying themselves. Beth thought the party was nice but she was hoping to see a certain someone here and she hasn't yet. She hoped that he didn't decide not to come.

Looking around more, she finally spotted him in the corner of the living room. He seemed to be alone. Beth walked over to him and when he spotted her, she swore she saw a small smile on his face.

"Hi, Daryl," Beth greeted him and smiled at him. Daryl had been a friend to the Greenes for a while now. He wound up here on the Greene farm one day when he was looking for work and ended up getting a job on the farm. He's moved on to other things now but he has become good friends with the Greenes and still helps out and hangs out with them occasionally.

"Hey," he greeted back in his grumbly voice.

"I was looking for you," she told him.

"You were?" he questioned.

"Yeah. I like hanging out with you," she told him. And because I have a massive crush on you, she added on in her own thoughts.

"Oh… I like hanging out with you too," he told her. It was a small thing but it made Beth blush.

"Are you enjoying the party?" she asked him.

"It's… Interesting," he simply said and Beth frowned. "Sorry. You know me, this stuff usually isn't my kind of thing," he explained.

"I know, I know, you and your 'lone wolf' shtick," she said and he chuckled at that. "But you should know, I- We love having you here."

"Thanks." He paused for a moment, seeming to contemplate what he wanted to say next, and then spoke up. "To be honest, I guess I'm also not used to the whole 'happy Christmas' thing. Never really had one of those myself."

Beth frowned again. He never really told her or anyone else much about his past but from the small details he's let slip, she knows that he's had a tough life and his family wasn't so great.

"Well… Now's your chance to have one," she said to him. Daryl smiled.

Beth's eyes suddenly noticed something above them that she hadn't when she came over here.

"Hey, look, Mistletoe," she pointed out. Daryl looked up to where she was looking and saw the item in question.

"Huh," he simply said. They both looked back down at each other. Beth tried to search his eyes for what he was thinking but he was hard to read. But then she noticed that he was slowly leaning towards her. Slowly, his lips connected with hers. It was a soft, sweet kiss, definitely not something she expected from Daryl considering his seemingly tough demeanor; it was lovely. After a moment, they separated and looked at each other. Beth smiled and Daryl did once he saw that she was.

"Maybe I do like this happy Christmas thing after all," Daryl said.

Beth giggled at that. "Me too."

They were both filled with joy and enjoyed the rest of the party together.

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A/N: I had never written these two before so I hope that wasn't too OOC lmao.

Thank you for reading! <3

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𝐠𝐮𝐲 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐫

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 | beth greene decides it's finally time for her to rebel like all the other teenagers her age and sneak into a bar. and maybe even hook up with an older man who can show her what it's like to feel good. (non-apocalypse au) 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 | beth greene x daryl dixon 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 | smut— unprotected sex, large age gap, reader still in high school but is eighteen, 𝐰𝐜 | 3.6 𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 | still on my bethyl bullshit all these years later, what can i say.

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The cool breeze swept past Beth’s exposed legs as she made her way to the bar, her arm linked with her friend’s. 

Beth didn’t often rebel, she felt no need. But she was sick of everyone treating her like she was fragile or innocent. Like she was still a little kid. Her closest friend, Emma, convinced Beth to come out to the bar with her. 

“I don’t know… We’re not even twenty-one.”

“This is exactly why you need to come,” Emma said, rolling her eyes. “I have fake IDs dummy… Everyone I know has gone out drinking. I can’t believe you still haven't!”

And with that, Beth was set on going out with her friend. She wanted to prove everyone wrong. She was eighteen and freshly graduated. She was lost on what to do now, she never really had any perfect ideas for what to do after high school. All she wanted right now was to forget. 

And get laid. 

Yes, laid. Beth wasn’t a virgin, but she wished she was. Her last boyfriend, Jimmy, was nice and all, but he was inexperienced and didn’t seem to care if Beth was enjoying herself or not. She thought that if she went out to a bar, she’d find an older man, someone who could show her how it’s done, instead of the immature boys she’s been with. 

When she saw herself in the mirror of Emma’s bedroom, her tight skirt clinging to her hips, her shirt draped just the right way, she found a new wave of confidence. So she decided it was final. Beth was going to live as all teenagers did. She was going to sneak into a bar and hook up with an attractive older man. 

When they stepped foot into the noisy bar–their IDs working like a charm–Beth suddenly felt a bit nervous. Emma could sense her apprehension, “Come on. You jus’ need a drink!”

Beth nodded and followed her. 

After a few drinks, Beth found herself loosening up, and even dancing. 

She was busy swinging her hips to the beat of the song that was booming in her ears when she looked up and didn’t see Emma beside her anymore. She spotted Emma across the dance floor, flirting with some guy. Beth suddenly felt a bit awkward with her friend not dancing by her side. She took another swig of her drink and shuffled her way to one of the back tables. She wasn’t about to ruin this for Emma, but it wasn’t as fun when she was dancing all alone. 

Beth didn’t realize how much she had to drink until she tripped over the legs of one of the chairs. An arm reached out and caught her before she could fall onto her face. The man connected to the arm pulled her back and she bumped into his chest. Beth’s drink sloshed in the cup, spilling on her shirt, “Shit.”

“S’you alright?” The man who caught her asked. 

Beth looked up to a rugged-looking man with dark shaggy hair that hung around his face. He wore a deep blue flannel, a leather vest propped over it. 

“Yeah, sorry. Thanks for catching me.” 

He just grunted and walked away. Beth centered herself and stumbled into the bathroom to clean her shirt off. 

After being in there for far too long, Beth made her way back out, looking for her friend. When Beth couldn’t spot Emma, she slid her phone out of her pocket and checked her messages. 

Cute college guy invited me back to his place!! Can you find a ride home?

Beth sighed. Typical of Emma to ditch her like this. This is exactly why Beth didn’t go out. She should have stayed home. 

Yup. I’ll be fine! Have fun (;

Beth probably shouldn’t have been so nice, but she found it hard to be upfront sometimes. 

After grabbing an ice water from the bar, Beth decided she should leave. She downed her water and made her way to the exit. 

She stood out front, the warm air making contact with her face. She could still hear the thumping of the music behind her. She slid her phone out and saw a flashing low battery sign. 

“Perfect,” she said sarcastically. 

She went to call Maggie when a man came stumbling out behind her. He looked over and spotted Beth as she stood outside, the neon light from the bar’s sign lighting up her face.

“Hey, pretty lady. S’you here alone?” He slurred at her. 

Beth gulped, her mind sobering up. 

“No. I’m– I’m here with my friend. She’ll be right out.”

“I think you’re lying,” he said with a dark undertone. He kept making his way closer to her. Beth tried her best to back away but there was nowhere to go. The woods were behind her and the parking lot was dark. 

His hand reached out and brushed her arm, “You’re a cute lil’ thing, aren’t cha’?” 

Beth shook his grip off, “Please–” she pleaded. 

The man grinned, “I like when you beg.”

“Get away from her,” a husky voice shouted from behind them. 

Beth saw the man turn around, “Mind your damn business,” he spat back. 

Within moments, the man in the blue flannel from earlier connected his fist with the side of the other man’s face. He fell straight down: out cold. He must have been extremely intoxicated to go down so easily, Beth thought. 

Stunned, Beth looked up from her attacker on the ground, to the shaggy man in front of her. 

“Thanks…” she said breathlessly. 

He grunted, “You’re a real pain in the fuckin’ ass.” He turned around and began to walk away.

Taken aback by his comment, Beth followed him. “What’s your problem?”

He spoke to her as he walked without turning around, “Don’t enjoy spendin’ my Friday nights havin’ to help some dumb college bitch.”

Jeez, he certainly was blunt, Beth thought. 

“I didn’t ask for your help!” 

The man stopped and turned to her, “K’, then next time I’ll let ya handle it. Sure looked like you had everythin’ under control.”

Beth shook her head, she was over this. She had no idea why he even helped her if he was going to be such an ass about it. She turned around and walked back to the bar’s entrance and sat on the sidewalk, pulling her phone out again. 

The screen stayed black. “Shit.” Her phone was dead. And Emma had the money she brought. Maybe Beth could go back inside and ask to borrow someone’s phone. But since her last two encounters, Beth wasn’t feeling up to talking to any more strangers alone, especially given how many men were inside. 

A few minutes passed and Beth stood up, deciding to walk back. She certainly didn’t want to still be there when that man woke up. 

She made her way to the road. The streetlights were dim and didn’t give her much light to see the road which had woods on either side. 

Okay, Beth would admit it, she was starting to get scared. 

She took a deep breath and began walking. 

That’s when a red pickup truck pulled out of the parking lot and stopped beside her. “You walkin’ home?” It was blue flannel again. 

“What do you care?” She said without looking at him. 

He rolled his eyes, annoyed at her. Except she was right: What did he care for? She was no one to him. Yet, he still couldn’t get himself to drive away. 

“Get in.”

Beth looked over at him now, a bit shocked. “What?” 

“I’ll drive your ass home. Now get t’fuck in before I change my mind.” 

Beth knew she shouldn’t get into a truck with a man she didn’t know…at night…outside a bar. But she was going to anyway. She knew that he was a good man. Even with his crude remarks and bad attitude, Beth could see past that. He wouldn’t hurt her. She decided to trust her gut and walked around to the other side of the truck and slipped in. 

The soft rumble of a Led Zeppelin song played in through the stereo. The man stepped on the gas before Beth could even buckle herself. 

They drove silently for a few minutes until he turned to her, “Where do ya live?” 

The car smelt like fir trees and motor oil. It was nice, she thought. Beth explained to him where her farm was located and they went back to silence. Beth looked over to watch him, his elbow resting on the rolled-down window, one hand extended on the wheel. His face was dressed in shadows, his long hair messily framing his face, and a bit of scruff peppered his cheeks and chin. She liked the way he looked. 

“What?” He asked without looking at her. 

“What’s your name?” Beth asked, still staring at him.

He let out a frustrated sigh, acting annoyed by her question. “Daryl,” he begrudgingly got out. 

“I’m Beth. Beth Greene,” she said cheerfully. 

He ignored her, his eyes still locked on the empty road ahead of them. 

“So, Daryl… What were you doin’ at the bar?” She asked, trying to make conversation. But it proved difficult. 

Daryl scoffed, “What does anyone do at a bar.” 

“Get drunk?” She continued. 

“Get shitfaced, get laid, get into a fight. The only reasons anyone ever goes.” His southern drawl was heavy. It sounded nice to Beth. 

Right, Beth thought. 

Daryl finally peered over at her, “The fuck you askin’ me all this for?”

“I was just trying to be nice.” She crossed her arms over her chest, looking back out the window. 

Daryl’s gaze shifted back to the road, that small tingling came back again after seeing her pouting. He had got that feeling earlier when she barreled into his chest when he caught her. And when he spotted her walking in to the bar with her friend. 

“I can tell it’s all n’act,” she said. 

“What’re you talkin’ bout, girl?” 

“I can tell you’re a nice man. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have gotten in the truck with you. And you wouldn’t have offered me a ride.”

He didn’t answer. Beth looked at him smiling slightly now. They sat the rest of the way in silence, just the sounds of the wind and radio cutting through the air. 

Daryl parked at the end of the dirt road leading up to the farm–Beth didn’t want anyone seeing some random man dropping her off. 

She unbuckled herself and turned to Daryl, who sat, leaning slightly against the truck door, peering back at her. 

“Still wanna get laid?” She asked him sweetly. 

Daryl basically choked on his own spit. He coughed a few times, completely flabbergasted by Beth’s inquiry. 

“You outta your mind?” He spat, shaking his head. “How old are ya anyways?”

“Eighteen.” Her face was bright red and she could see the tips of his ears pinking as well. 

He just stared at her, dumbfounded. 

“Everyones asleep by now,” she said before hopping out of the truck. She watched him as she shut her door, then turned to walk up the road. 

Daryl should have just turned his truck around and drove on home. 

But he didn’t. Instead, he shut off his truck, sliding his keys in his pocket, and jumped out of his truck. His feet disobeyed him as he followed behind Beth. She turned her head to peek at him and giggled, a big smile on her face. Daryl’s face remained emotionless, his hands resting in his pocket as he walked. He wanted to punch himself in the face. Shout at himself for still walking. Sure, he was a shitty redneck, acting without remorse, but he didn’t want to take advantage of Beth. She was the one who brought it up, he argued. He made no inclinations to suggest that this is what he set out to do. It was all Beth.

Cutting through the argument he was having in his mind, Beth turned to him. “We have t’be quiet. Jus’ follow me.”

They entered the house, walking as quietly as possible as Beth led him to her room. 

He felt like a damn high schooler, sneaking around like this. Yet, he never changed his mind and turned around. 

She led him into her bedroom and shut the door, flicking one of her lamps on. He smirked. 

“What?” She asked him. 

“Nothin’. Just exactly as I was expectin’” he said, referring to the pink bedroom with frilly bed sheets and stuffed animals scattered about. 

She rolled her eyes. Beth turned around and went to plug her cell phone in and slip her shoes off. 

Daryl made his way fully into her room and poked around at her things. He spotted a diary on her desk and gave an airy laugh through his nose. When he looked back over at Beth, she had removed her shirt and skirt, leaving her in just a pink frilly bra and white laced panties. 

A red blush sparked across Daryl’s cheeks, causing Beth to do the same. He cleared his throat as they stood silently in her room. He took her in: her petite figure, the curve of her hips, the length of her legs. She walked towards him since he decided to stand still and Daryl kicked his boots off. 

“Beth, I–” He muttered, not even sure of what to say. She was almost touching him as she stepped close to his chest. Her hands extended and rested on his chest. This was all new to her. She had only ever been with boys who she had been in a relationship with. She pushed her nerves down her throat because she wanted this. Needed this. 

And apparently so did Daryl. 

“You can touch me,” she whispered. 

Daryl gulped, his eyes going dark as his rough hands immediately gripped Beth’s hips, pulling her into him. Beth’s body was pressed against him now. She looked up, meeting Daryl’s eyes as he looked down at her. Their noses brushed and he finally closed the gap between them. The kiss was a lot gentler than she was expecting. Daryl seemed to be full of surprises. His hand reached around to her bum and he gave it a slight squeeze. Beth moaned into his mouth, making Daryl’s pants tighten. 

He deepened the kiss, pushing her back so she fell onto the bed. Daryl ripped his shirt off, pushing his jeans down as quickly as he could. Beth's eyes were full of lust as she traced over his body. His muscles were defined and his skin was golden tan. His boxers were tight on his hips as the tent in them stretched them out. 

Beth’s face must have shifted because Daryl approached her, his fingers twirling her hair, “You don’t gotta do this if you don’t wanna.” 

She shook her head, looking up at him, “I wanna. I really wanna.” 

Daryl’s voice was softer than it had been back in the truck, “Jus’ tell me if you wanna stop.” Beth nodded. 

Daryl tilted her head up and placed a kiss on her lips again. He pushed her back so she laid flat on the bed. He kissed her stomach and all the way down to her hips. His scruff tickled her slightly and she giggled. Daryl slid a finger over her panties and slowly pulled them down her thighs. Beth remained still, a bit self-conscious all of a sudden. None of her boyfriends had ever gone down on her, so this was all new territory. Daryl pushed her thighs apart as he kneeled onto the floor. The cool air brushed against her and she gasped. 

“Gotta be quiet for me, k’?” Daryl’s deep voice said to her. She nodded impatiently. 

His hands hooked under her thighs and pulled her butt to the edge of the bed and he leaned in, his tongue connecting with her warmth. Beth immediately gasped, covering her mouth with her hand so she wasn’t too loud. Daryl smiled. His hand came over, sliding one finger into her heat, his tongue gently kissing her clit. Beth stifled a moan. 

Daryl used a second finger, now pumping them in and out of her. His lips wrapped around her bud as he sucked, making Beth groan into her hand. She squeezed her eyes shut as she let Daryl finger fuck her while he massaged his growing erection in his boxers.

She almost couldn’t handle it any longer as Daryl’s mouth worked at her, his fingers curling to hit her in just the right spots, the wetness making obscene noises as he worked. Then Daryl pulled away, cutting her off. 

She opened her eyes and frowned. She watched as Daryl slid his boxers off, his lips glistening with her juices. He reached towards her and made her arch her back as he unhooked her bra. She could feel Daryl’s hardened cock against her thigh as he kissed her again, making her taste herself. 

“Taste jus’ about as good as ya look.” 

Beth’s doe eyes were wide as she saw Daryl’s full body when he stepped away from her. He dug through his pants on the floor for a rubber. Beth propped herself on her elbows as she watched him put it on, her need growing with every passing moment. 

He was back at her in no time. His finger made its way down to her core again, sliding it along her entrance. Beth fell back against her bed, a breathless gasp escaping her lips. 

She was getting impatient. “Daryl, please–” 

And with that, he lined himself up with her and bottomed out. They both grunted in unison. His hands gripped her hips, admiring her chest. He leaned forward and closed his mouth around one of Beth’s pink nipples. His tongue teased her, leaving her nipples glistening. 

Her hips bucked up, wanting him to move. “Fiesty lil’ thing,” he mumbled, his hair falling onto her face as he pulled out then pushed back in. 

Beth’s hands gripped her sheets, moaning as she felt Daryl fill her up completely. 

“Beth, yer so fuckin’ tight,” he grunted, his voice low. 

He continued to pull out then slam back into her, trying his best to keep her bed from creaking. 

They both stifled their moans, small breathless grunts pooling out of his mouth as he tried to keep quiet. The sound of their bodies colliding echoed in the room, but Beth was sure no one could hear, as her room was the furthest down the hall. 

“Daryl, you feel so–Ugh–good!” She muttered, her brain foggy as she tried to form a sentence. 

Daryl felt his stomach flutter as he pumped in and out of her–her soft voice speaking his name sounded so right. 

“Keep doin’ that. Sayin’ my name,” he pleaded, his voice hoarse as he tried to speak without grunting. 

“Daryl,” she breathed. “Daryl, don’t stop,” her voice was barely above a whisper. “Daryl.” 

He couldn’t help but grunt as he slammed into her. He was growing dangerously close. 

Her hands wrapped around his biceps, holding on as he picked up his speed. His chest came down to hers, no longer having the strength to hold himself up. His hand slithered down to her bud, rubbing circles. “Beth– I don’t think–” 

“Me neither… Daryl–” Their words were barely coherent as they grew close. 

Beth moaned at full volume now. Daryl’s hand came up to cover her mouth, his cock finally spilling it’s fluid into the condom as he slowed down, his strokes deep and strong now. Beth moaned violently under Daryl’s hand, his own groans louder than before. Beth’s walls tightened, her legs shaking, making Daryl convulse as he continued to come with each stroke. 

After a few more deep pumps, Daryl collapsed on top of Beth, both of them breathless and dizzy. 

He slid out of her, removing the rubber and tossing it in the trash next to Beth’s desk. 

He came back to see a sweaty Beth, her hair sprawled out on the mattress, her cheeks a deep pink. 

Daryl turned and fell backward next to her, his hand resting on his stomach as he tried to catch his breath. 

Beth didn’t know sex could feel this good. She turned her head to look at him and he did the same. “How was it?” She asked him a bit timidly. 

He smirked, rolling his eyes slightly. “A lot better than I’d like t’admit.”

Beth smiled widely. Daryl caught himself wanting to smile back. He shook his head, sitting up. He searched for his clothes and began pulling them back on. He figured she’d want him out of here. Post-climax regret was typical in hook-ups, especially for women. 

“You’re leaving?” She asked. He finished pulling on his vest and turned to her. She sat on her bed in an oversized t-shirt now, her hair messy around her. God, he was kicking himself for being so dazed by her. 

“Need me t’sneak out the window?” He joked. Beth giggled. 

“Would you… I mean…Want to do this again?” She asked. Daryl felt starstruck as he looked at her. What on earth would a sweet little girl like Beth want to do with a grumpy asshole like Daryl? Sure, he thought she might be rebelling, she is at that age, and decided to sleep with some old guy from the bar to get back at her parents or some shit. But to want to see him again? To not be shoving him out the door at the end, wishing she never brought him home. 

His eyes locked with her blue ones. 

“I mean if you want to. I just thought… Well, I had a nice time, so if you did… Maybe you’d want to…” she awkwardly mumbled out. 

“Yeah,” He said. 

“Okay, cool,” Beth tried to say smoothly, tucking her hair behind her ear. 

Daryl felt another godforsaken smile creep up to his lips as he watched her in front of him.

Shit , he thought. He should not be falling for Beth Greene.

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[wackyart]

Hey, hi, hello !! Sooooo I'm fairly new to TWD (started the show like 2 or 3 weeks ago and yeah I know I'm late) and I'm obsessed with those two ships and "The Witcher" so here is a humble gift from me, it'll be multi-chapters ! Also hi Neggie and Bethyl fams, I'm new but I love them already XD

Rating:

Explicit

Archive Warning:

Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Categories:

F/M

Gen

Multi

Fandoms:

The Walking Dead (TV)

The Witcher (TV)

Relationships:

Maggie Greene/Negan Smith

Negan Smith & Maggie Smith

Daryl Dixon/Beth Greene

Daryl Dixon & Beth Greene

Daryl Dixon & Maggie Greene

Characters:

Negan Smith

Maggie Greene

Daryl Dixon

Beth Greene (Walking Dead)

Original Characters

Original Witcher Character(s)

Original Female Character(s)

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Alternate Universe

Alternate Universe - Fantasy

Alternate Universe - The Witcher

Basically the characters are thrown into The Witcher (Netflix)

But The Witcher characters are not there

Witchers Are Not Human (The Witcher)

Witchers Have Feelings (The Witcher)

Soft Witchers (The Witcher)

Protective Witchers (The Witcher)

Blood

Blood and Injury

Blood and Gore

Blood and Violence

Blood Drinking

Emotional/Psychological Abuse

Psychological Trauma

Canon-Typical Violence

Violence

Magic

Alternate Universe - Magic

Beth Greene Lives (Walking Dead)

Beth Greene Deserves Better (Walking Dead)

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Other Additional Tags to Be Added

Author Is Sleep Deprived

Language: English

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[scarlettdixon]

Inspired by Dracula and Lisa painting in Castlevania where Beth is the human wife of the vampire Count Daryl

This is the original picture ⬇️⬇️

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[rckyfrk]

Calling all Bethyl-ers!!

Do you remember what tomorrow is?

I do, too, Beth…

It’s a Bethyl/Waiting For Beth chat in the discord server!!

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[bethylmethbrick]

BETHYL FanFiction THE ACCIDENTAL CHRISTMAS Daryl Dixon and Beth Greene AU

New Chapter: Beth snuggles close to him with her head on his chest and her arm draped across his middle, and although he's not a man who would consider himself tender in any way, he holds her so lovingly and protectively that she would tell you he's the most tender person she's ever known. His gentleness is soothing and she quickly falls asleep in his arms. BETHYL LOVE

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[gneebee]

A Very Special Thank You to Everyone who voted for my story, Love’s Highway, for Best Classic Bethyl. This story has my heart and I appreciate that you love it too . I love ya large, gneebee 🥰 xo❤️

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[onefail-at-atime]

Geeeeeeze.

I'm rewatching Season 5 and after Daryl is reunited with the group, he's just so hopeful. After everything with the Claimers and everything at Terminus and he's still so hopeful.

...

"We get to start over. All of us with each other."

.

"Hey. We ain't dead. And whatever happened, happened. Let's start over."

.

Sounds an awful lot like our boy gained some *faith* while he was out in those woods with Beth, hmm?

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[galadrieljones]

Winter Season Three Word Prompts - bethyl, hidden tavern + twilight + empty glass

Thank you for another lovely prompt ❤️ This is sort of a prequel to Chicken Feathers, and part of a developing series of one-shots focusing on alternative events after the prison. You can subscribe to the series here. This story can also be read at AO3. ^_^

Nick’s Place

For the past two weeks, after burning down the moonshine shack, they had been living on the road, hardly sleeping, eating whatever bullshit they could find in the woods. Daryl shot a rabbit, got them through two nights. Each day he shot something, but it was never enough. It was only rodents left in those woods by now. Beth found a bunch of pecans in a grove to the east. She found some thyme growing by a dried-up old culvert, made a crude stew one night, out of squirrel meat and four wild carrots. She had grown quiet in those days. Daryl couldn't tell, but the fire felt like ripping the band-aid off Hershel's death, and now the wound was airing out and ripe to the touch. It was new territory for him.

The fire had brought walkers in from every direction. It was a circumstance neither of them had considered that night, half-drunk on the stoop, and this meant they had to get away. They diverged from the railroad tracks for miles, but then they stumbled upon some more railroad tracks, so it felt like they were running in circles, and everywhere they went, it seemed to be walkers. Now, the days were getting shorter, and the nights were getting colder, and they needed a place to stay. They needed shelter. Daryl couldn't believe it, thought they'd have come upon a sub-development or at least somebody's cabin or a farm by now. They spotted a cottage near the pecan grove but it was overrun with walkers, smoking like firecrackers in a toilet bowl, flooding in from the fire. Burning down that moonshine shack might have been cathartic in the moment, he thought, but it seemed to be their last chance at four walls and a roof, and it seemed to ring the dinner bell throughout the entirety of north Georgia.

One day, they found a school. It was overrun inside, but there was a big jungle gym, surrounded by a locked chain-link fence. It had been spared. They took advantage of it for a couple nights, jury-rigged a tent on a raised platform at the end of the wobbly bridge, and Beth made jokes about it being like their castle.

"If I'm the queen, and you're the king, we're gonna need an army," she said. They were hanging out by candlelight in the tent. Daryl was fletching an arrow, and she was patching a hole in her sweater. "I bet we could conscript some walkers."

"The walkers are more like a moat," said Daryl. "We can route them around in circles, like water."

"Good plan," said Beth. "But then who are we gonna call up as knights?"

"Dunno," said Daryl. "Could be it's just the two of us. We'll have to fend for ourselves for a while."

"I guess," said Beth. This seemed to trouble her, and so soon thereafter, they went to sleep. It was cold, so she slept beside him, her chin to his shoulder, beneath a big flannel blanket they’d found by the side of the railroad tracks. It had been covered in burs and dried mud when they found it, and was tattered to shreds along one side.

When it came to understanding Beth, Daryl was flying blind. He'd always had a soft spot for her. Daryl had a complex about saving women. She was pretty and she seemed unsullied by all the ugly diseases of the world like he was. When he got Zack killed, he saw another little piece of her whither away, and it angered him, but then she embraced him, and the shock of that moment still lingered inside his body to this day. He couldn't shake it. That night, at the moonshine shack, she had given him a gift, just by listening to him, by shouting at him. Daryl wasn't used to people caring enough to shout at him. Usually they'd just beat the shit out of him or ghost, and God rest his soul, but that was true for Merle, too.

Sometimes, they'd be just going along, and Beth would stop, abruptly, and demand he stop as well, and she would do something like climb halfway up a tree just to pick a single apple, or scribble something in her journal, something she was afraid she might forget. Daryl didn't ask a lot of questions. These little actions were almost like rituals, and they seemed important to Beth. Him and Beth, it felt like just another malformation of the new order of things. If the world was the way it had used to be, a girl like her never would have trusted a guy like him. She probably would have thought he was creepy, or dangerous. Or maybe she'd have been kindly to him, but in the way kind girls are kindly to servants. He wasn't good enough for her, and that pissed him off at first, but now he just sort of gave in. It wasn't the old world. They weren't who they used to be, and it was Beth who taught him that. So he was just going to trust that she did not secretly despise him, and give her the space she needed to do whatever it was she needed to do.

One morning, the last morning they spent in the jungle gym kingdom, he woke up, and she was turned away from him, crying. He didn't know what to do, so he set his hand gently on her warm back, and immediately, she turned around and looked at him and wiped her tears away and sucked it all back so quickly.

"Did somethin happen?" said Daryl.

"No," said Beth. "It's nothin."

He didn't press her.

  They left that day. They needed something. They needed a place. They needed a miracle. They found a river. It was big. Daryl reckoned it could be the Chattahoochee, but he couldn't be sure. Didn't seem familiar enough. Could have been a tributary. They followed it for a little while, up a steep gorge, getting higher and higher until the water seemed very far beneath them. Beth said, maybe the river would lead them to a town, or a mill. Daryl said he was worried it would lead them right back to Atlanta.

When they got to a fork in the trail, Daryl thought he saw something down there in the water, something floating. He thought it was a doll or a stuffed animal, but then he realized he was just having a flashback to Sophia, and it wasn't anything at all, it was probably just some sort of carcass. When he took a step backwards off the edge of the gorge, feeling downright stupid, he landed on a patch of loose dirt, and he fell. He just fell, sliding down the side of the ravine, maybe twenty, thirty feet, not stopping till he got ahold of some rocks, then a hefty hickory root, as thick as a flagpole. 

Beth screamed after him. The effort was tremendous, holding on for his life, and he grunted loud from the center of his gut and shouted for her, looking up to the edge, where she was on her knees, hanging halfway off, trying to reach. But it was just no use, and it was dangerous.

“Stay away from the edge!” he shouted. He didn’t want her to fall, too. “I got this!”

She shouted his name. “Oh my god, Daryl,” she kept saying. “Daryl, what can I do? What can I do?”

“Just get away from the goddam edge!”

She obeyed, and he started pulling himself up the side of that ravine upon brute strength and adrenaline alone. This whole thing was all too familiar, he thought, but at least this time, he didn’t have a damn arrow in his side. Why was his mind like this? Why was he always goddam seeing things? Falling down places? A fuckin dumbass. Merle was probably shitting himself with laughter, watching this from some beat trailer park in the sky.

When he finally made it to the top, he was exhausted. His whole body singing in pain, distress. He stumbled for a second, dropped his crossbow and fell flat onto his back in the reeds. Looking up to the sky. It was milky and blue, turning purple at the edges. Some of the clouds were pink. Looked like cotton candy. Beth, who had been standing just away from the edge like he told her, fell hard onto his chest, crying, and this jerked him back to reality. It was like she thought he was dead, and she was alone. 

“Beth,” he tried saying. He was surprised by her reaction. But he was so tired. Not much was coming out clearly, and she was so upset.

“I shoulda done somethin,” she said.

"It was just some stupid mistake. There was nothing you coulda done. It’s all okay.”

She was crying.

Out of the woods, then, stumbled two walkers. One of them was a man with his t-shirt on backwards. Daryl didn’t know why this was the thing he noticed. It seemed to send a strange message about the path to come. It took his mind off the moment. He hesitated. 

But Beth saw the walkers for herself. She stopped crying. In some sudden tornado of rage, she stood right up, and she went at them. Daryl watched as she kicked the first one in the stomach, as hard as she could, twice. Once just to knock him backwards, and then again so that he tumbled off the ledge and straight down into the ravine. It was kind of a shock. Daryl thought he was hallucinating again. He moved for his crossbow, but it didn’t matter. Beth took out her knife, threw the other one, a female with only half a jaw, hard into a tree trunk, and stabbed her square through the eye socket. It happened so fast.

Daryl stared, half-confused, as she came back to his side, got on her knees, asking him if he was okay. Her ponytail was coming undone. Her face was all splotchy. She was saying they needed to go, because the light was leaving, and the day was getting cold, and they needed to find a place to spend the night. He just nodded, because he was tired and his back hurt and he thought maybe he bruised a rib, but also because he simply had gotten lost for words. He had never seen her do so much damage so quickly. The revelation blew him away. As she helped him up off the ground, he tried not to lean on her too much.

“Does it hurt bad?” said Beth.

“No,” said Daryl. “Are you okay?”

“Why?”

“Those were some serious moves you put on back there.”

“You needed me,” she said. “I just did what I had to.”

“I know, and thank you. I just didn't expect it. I never seen you do that before.”

“I watch you,” she said. “I learn. I’m not stupid.”

“I didn’t say you were stupid.”

“I know,” she said. “Come on, let’s go.”

He was flattered, by what she’d said, about watching him, and learning. Daryl was easily flattered, but this was different. He sort of felt the bottom fall out of his stomach a little bit. She had never really made him nervous before.

Beth had her arm wrapped tightly around his waist, and he had his slung around her shoulder. He was limping a little bit. It hurt pretty bad, but he was only jangled, and he didn’t want her to get the wrong idea about his disposition. He didn’t have any broken bones, and he’d be mobile by morning. “I coulda had em,” he said.

"I wasn’t takin the chance.”

  They walked for a hour, heading away from the river, due east. The sun was melting through the trees, leaving a deep purple haze in the twilight air. It was getting cold. They were losing hope, and they were quiet. Beth seemed so focused on the road ahead. This wasn't like her.

“We’re gonna have to stop soon,” said Daryl. “Maybe we can find a culvert or a storm drain or somethin.”

“We gotta keep going. You're hurt."

“Beth.”

“A little farther,” she said.

"Till what? Till we hit more walkers, and we're too tired to fight?"

"No, Daryl. I just, I gotta feeling.”

He trusted her.

Together, they left the trail and entered the woods. The trees were all standing apart in the half-darkness, with telltale rodents and things skittering between them, a vast, botanical metropolis. These were pines, thought Daryl. They were going uphill. He no longer had any clue where they were. He knew this wasn’t the Chattahoochee. It was too small in hindsight. He began to wonder if they were even in Georgia anymore. Pines like this made him think they could be in Alabama. 

“We keep walking, Greene, we’re gonna end up in New Mexico.”

This made her laugh. It was a huge relief, to hear her laugh. “No we won't.”

He didn’t really care anymore, about what was coming, what was behind. Today had been a bad day, but they'd made it. They were together. They could walk all night. He’d walk all night with her, if that's what it took. The feeling flooded his insides with warmth.

But at some point, the woods started to feel impossibly dark, and dangerous. It didn't matter how good he felt inside. The darkness wrapped around them as tendrils from a sublime being. The moon was bright and big overhead, like a monstrous eyeball. Daryl was getting unnerved, but then he heard a strange sound. It was alarming, then familiar. 

"Beth, you hear that?" he said.

"Yeah. What is that?"

"That's a helicopter." 

They both looked up to the sky, and all around, but they couldn't see anything past the pines, nothing more than the great, fat moon. The sound was distant. "This way," said Daryl.

He grabbed her hand and together they leapt through the darkness, trying to find the direction of the whirring blades in the sky. They saw a walker, come stumbling out of the trees, had barbed wire wrapped all around it like a deranged Christmas present. Daryl shot it with an arrow and left it behind. They stepped over the carcass and into a clearing, where they kept looking up and all around but it was over. Wherever that helicopter had gone, it was a mystery now. The sound had faded away into the breeze and disappeared forever. 

"Dammit," said Daryl.

"Wait. What the heck is that?" said Beth.

They both stopped, perfectly still, staring at a yellow light coming through the pines. Like it was coming through a pinhole. They did not speak on it. That would have been a jinx. Instead, they just looked at each other, hastened their pace together, and went toward it. What did they have to lose? The rodents nipping at their ankles, the cold nipping at their necks and cheeks. They could see their breath. Then, just as the night began to suck them in completely, they entered another clearing, and they saw. It was an old tavern, one of these hidden places in the woods, maybe it drew farmers. Maybe log men. Or maybe it was new, a product of the new world, like a speakeasy. It had a parking lot, and a single lamppost. The parking lot was empty, but the lamppost was lit up, like a lighthouse.

“It's a bar,” said Daryl.

“It’s still got power,” said Beth.

“No,” said Daryl. “It’s kerosene. Fire. See?”

“That means somebody lives here. They been keeping it up.”

“Maybe,” said Daryl. “Stay alert.”

The tavern had a small sign out front, looked carefully made, letters embossed in cold aluminum. It said, Nick’s Place. That’s all it said. Nick’s Place.

“Wonder who Nick is,” said Beth.

“Or was.”

“Daryl, this place looks new,” said Beth. “We should knock.”

So, they did. There were vines growing all up and down the sides of the building. It was small, brown brick, with some windows that were blacked out from the inside. When nobody answered, Daryl pressed his ear to the door. 

“I hear music,” he said.

Beth knocked again. “Hello?” she said. “Hello? Is anybody home? We need help. We’re not gonna rob you, or kill you. We swear.”

Daryl gave her a look. “You think that’s gonna convince ‘um, huh?”

“Shut up, Daryl.”

“Come on,” he said. He leaned on the door knob, turned it sharply. It was unlocked. He pushed the door open, going in first, crossbow up. Beth was right behind him. Inside, it was like something from a movie.

There was a jukebox, and the song that played was “The Yellow Rose of Texas” by Gene Autry. Daryl recognized it from something a long time ago. He couldn't place when. A long, polished mahogany bar stood along the back, with big, clean mirrors behind. There were rich, red leather stools, in fine condition, and high-top tables of the same mahogany as the bar, plus a couple of corner booths on either side of the door. The floor was a dark wood, like pine treated with a vinegar soak, and there were more kerosene lamps, burning brightly, one on each table. Everything about the place was clean and maintained, but it was stark empty, and haunted by memories and dreams from another era, as if inhabited only by ghosts.

“Daryl,” said Beth.

“What?” said Daryl. He was fiddling with the juke box, but he couldn’t get it to stop, or to change songs. 

“What is this place.”

“I don’t know,” he said. “But it’s kind of awesome.”

"We hear a helicopter in the woods, and it leads us here?"

"Is that what you think happened?"

“Yes."

"It was a coincidence."

"What if somebody comes back?” said Beth.

“We’ll deal with it,” said Daryl. “Don’t worry. We’re just staying for the night. We ain’t lookin for no trouble, or some kind of permanent residence.”

“Of course not.”

“Hey, look at this,” said Daryl. He found a huge leather-bound book behind the bar. “Holy shit.”

“What is it?”

“It’s a recipe book. It’s all full of old handwritten cocktail recipes. Damn.”

“Handwritten?”

“Yeah. Some good stuff in here. Come and see.”

She came around and leaned against the counter beside him. She stood real close, close enough to touch. As she flipped through the heavy paper pages, he stared at the back of her neck, the color of an egg shell, exposed beneath her ponytail.

“Too bad there’s no booze,” she said, looking up at him. “We’ll have to imagine what it would be like.”

“Yeah, we will,” he said.

  For dinner, they sat in one of the booths by the door and ate some of Beth’s leftover stew out of an old Pyrex she’d salvaged some time back. Daryl said they should take turns keeping watch, just in case whoever owned this place should return. Beth said she wasn’t tired. She went over to the juke box. She pressed a couple buttons, and finally, it stopped. It was like crickets, like they’d stopped time or something. “Whoa,” she said.

They laid out the tattered flannel blanket on the floor and sat down next to each other, leaning against the door to the outside world, like they were trying to keep it out. They each had an empty glass. Beth’s was filled with an imaginary Manhattan, and Daryl’s an Old Fashioned Presbyterian. Maybe this wasn’t a bar at all, thought Daryl. Maybe they’d gone through some sort of portal to the past, or to an alternate universe. In any case, he didn't care. As long as it was safe.

“Gonna be winter soon,” said Daryl. 

“I know,” said Beth.

“I just keep thinkin,” he said. He was holding the glass, turning it in circles on the dark wood. “Thank you, for taking care of them walkers, up on that ridge."

"You already thanked me Daryl."

"But I mean it this time. I just, it left me speechless before. You did good, Greene.”

She seemed shy. Her cheeks turned red. She looked down at her cowboy boots, which were all full of hearts and flowers, just like she was. “You’re welcome. And thanks.”

“What a weird fuckin’ day,” said Daryl, taking an imaginary drink of his imaginary Old Fashioned. “Weird fuckin’ day.”

“Definitely.”

She rested her head on his shoulder. In an instant, she was asleep, and Daryl was alone in the tavern between worlds, feeling things he could not rightly place. Feeling like a bartender, maybe a cowboy, maybe a pilot, maybe a lover, maybe a king. 

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[daryl-dixon-daydreams]

"Catch any sleep?" you asked Daryl, stepping out into the living area with your fingers curled around a steaming mug of tea.

Daryl was laid out on the couch with an arm draped over his eyes. He sighed and shifted, lifting it to look at you as you sunk into a chair across the room. "Nah. 'M more likely to catch a unicorn than any fuckin' sleep these days..." He sighed heavily and sat up, planting his boots heavily back on the floor. He caught your eyes as you were giving him a perceptive and sympathetic look.

"...wanna talk about it?" you asked him.

He ducked his eyes and shook his head a little. "Not really..."

"Hey. You need to forgive yourself. About Beth. It wasn't your fault."

He let out a wry laugh and tugged at a loose thread on his pants. "Ya say that like it's easy."

"No. No... it's the hardest thing there is. Trust me. I've been there."

Daryl's eyes flicked back up to your face and he gave you a curious look. Whatever this was in your past, and he thought he knew it all, you'd never spoken of it before.

"I mean it though, Daryl. No one blames you. You did everything you could. It's not your fault."

And when you said it, he believed you.

Prompt: "You need to forgive yourself." / "You say that like it's easy." / "No. It's the hardest thing there is."

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[wackyart]

Here it is !!

Here's one of my TWD Halloween-ish/fall themed stories !!

Rating:

General Audiences

Archive Warning:

No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories:

F/M

Gen

Fandom:

The Walking Dead (TV)

Relationships:

Maggie Greene & Judith Grimes & Negan Smith

Maggie Greene & Negan Smith

Maggie Greene/Negan Smith

Judith Grimes & Negan Smith

Daryl Dixon & Beth Greene

Daryl Dixon/Beth Greene

Maggie Greene & Beth Greene

Characters:

Maggie Greene

Negan Smith

Beth Greene (Walking Dead)

Daryl Dixon

Judith Grimes

Original Characters

Gabriel Stokes

Original Child Character(s)

Additional Tags:

Timeline What Timeline

Canon What Canon

Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence

Author is sleep deprived but it's finally October so that Witch better wake the duck up

Good Friend Maggie Greene

Daryl Dixon & Maggie Greene Friendship

Maggie Greene deserves a break

And by God I'm gonna give her one

Fluff

Domestic Fluff

Domestic

Found Family

Beth Greene Lives (Walking Dead)

Protective Negan Smith

Negan Smith is such a softie for Judith Grimes

Toddler Judith Grimes

Cute Judith Grimes

Protective Daryl Dixon

Judith Grimes' Nickname is Lil' Ass Kicker

Judith Grimes has everyone wrapped around her little finger and you cannot change my mind

God I love that kid

Other Ships Not Mentioned in Tags

other characters not mentioned in tags

Fluff and Crack

Alternate Universe - Crack

Alexa plays The Collapsable Hearts Club - "Easy Street" feat. Jim Bianco & Petra Haden

i love them your honor

Fall season

Crack Treated Seriously

listen i'm trying

Language:English

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