It is with heavy hearts that we announce that we will no longer be updating this website.
Jenn and I have had a wonderful time these past (almost) 5 years archiving and cataloging all the great Bethyl Fanfiction that this fandom has to offer. But, as time has gone by, we have changed as people and while we both love and continue to support Bethyl, we don’t have the time to dedicate to this site any longer.
The domain is registered until May 1, 2020, after which, it will transition back to ultimatebethylficlist.wordpress.com. The site will stay up and you can visit the over 1000+ stories we currently have on here.
You are free to take any banners made by Jenn and I for your own personal use. Please just credit us when posting to external sites.
Thank you for the love and support you’ve given us the past years and we will still be lurking in the corners of AO3 and FF.net. Maybe one of us will finally finish our long overdue fic….
Stacey and Jenn
Beth Greene is Daryl Dixon’s mail order bride in 1865 Montana.
Four years after the attack on the prison. Daryl and Beth escaped with Judith and have been on their own ever since.
Daryl Dixon has a problem.
I was cussin’ out loud and thinkin’ bout quittin’. Lookin’ back now, I’m sure glad I didn’t. Because just when I thought it couldn’t get no hotter…I caught a glimpse of the farmer’s daughter.
The first time people within the group realize there is more to Daryl and Beth’s relationship than they first thought, and some witness first’s happening between them.
“Have you done this before?” She then questions Beth and Beth remembers the way the woman had questioned her daddy back at the farm, when Carl needed that surgery.
“Helped deliver a baby in a prison boiler room? First time. You?” Beth does her best to make a joke.
While vacationing in Aruba, Beth falls head over heels in love.
They couldn’t bury Beth when they came out of the hospital, so Daryl returns to do things right. What he finds isn’t what he expects.
“Before I give it to you,” Daryl starts, the words falling freely from his mouth, as if this moment of intimacy has opened a floodgate. Beth’s quiet groan of frustration is nearly as amusing as it is arousing.
“How long have you wanted it?”