Fortune tellers are bullsh*t, Daryl knows that. Right?
Growing up, Daryl was never sure how he fit in the world. When the world fell apart, he still wasn’t certain. Now that Beth’s life may be in danger, can he find his place and save her?
Bethyl with an A/B/O twist.
1st Place Best On The Road Fic for 2018 Moonshine Awards
“Listen here, Boo Berry. I’m sick of your shit.” Daryl hisses out in a furious whisper, spinning to stare him right in the face. The ghost is so shocked at being addressed so directly he nearly steps right back through the door. “I’m with my girl. Which means I’m off the fuckin’ clock. So do me a favor and fuck off to whatever spiritual plane you annoying shits go to when you ain’t botherin’ me.”
1st Place Best Humor for 2016 Moonshine Awards
Beth Greene has experienced life without brilliance for near centuries now, but the arrival of one particular man at one of her nightly concerts changes everything. There’s a fine line between desire and destiny, and it takes feasting on one’s lifemate’s blood to understand that blinding lust. (Carpathian AU)
Daryl was the emotionally damaged bad-ass, never much caring if he lived from one day to the next. Beth was the angel who came into his life to save him from everything he needed saving from, most of all himself and his self-destructive habits. Can she be the salvation that he never even knew he needed?