
She’s young. She’s in love. She’ll follow him anywhere.


Beth isn’t entirely sure how she got here.
Here being the crowded rail, surrounded by too many sweaty bodies packed tighter than a can of sardines. She’s 10 minutes late for work because of a jam on Oakland and a few well timed movements away from coming hard enough she might collapse and brain herself on the plastic wall in front of her.
3rd Place Best Smut for 2016 Moonshine Awards


He’s trying things now. Different things, new things. Asking if he can. Asking if he can’t. And he’s growing in confidence too. Everyday. At first it’s small changes. Confident kisses. A hand on her thigh, her ass. And then later those little things lead to bigger ones.


She sits quietly, and for a long time the only sound is their soft breathing, the clink of the comb on the edge of the cup, the soft scrape of his nails against her scalp, the brush of his fingers against her neck.



“You’re like a magpie, man, where do you even find this stuff?” Glenn is the only one who ever really comments on it, but Beth finds him later, when he’s brooding away from the group. He doesn’t know why he does it, exactly, only he remembers being like this as a kid, bringing home pretty rocks and bouquets of weeds to his Ma, remembers the smile that lit her face even though it was all garbage. Remembers the line of gifts on her bedside table, before things got real bad.
– Daryl likes to give out trinkets. It’s not a thing. Mostly it’s not a thing.


Going on a blind date to distract Annette from the fact that he’s seeing her teenage daughter… it seemed like a good idea at the time.
If only Daryl hadn’t forgotten to factor in one thing: that teenage daughter herself.
Based on dynamicsymmetry’s “I’ll Be Yours For A Song”
