Hey guys. Another AU Bethyl. I wanted to do a one shot set in the ZA, and I do have one in progress that I'll upload soon but this idea was stuck in my head for a while and now I finally got it out! Enjoy!

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"C'mon, Beth, you made it this far. Don't quit on me now!" Daisy's red mouth pushes into a pout and Beth rolls her eyes.

"Shoulda never let you talk me into gettin' this far," she mutters petulantly, her fingers tightening where they cup her elbows. "What if we get caught?"

Daisy snorts, her head turning to look back at the bar they've made it to, her dark hair swinging with her. "C'mon, Beth, they're just happy for people to buy their shitty beer."

Beth gnaws at her lower lip, her fruity gloss coming away and slicking her teeth with grease for her efforts. "S'not like I really look like Maggie. This ID ain't gonna get me nothin'."

Daisy turns back to look at her, her hazel eyes keen. "Let me worry 'bout that. Just act older, like you got every right to be here."

Beth nods but her mouth is tight on a grimace. "Fine, but anyone tells my daddy and I'm gonna kill you."

"Deal," her friend agrees with a slow smile. "Now c'mon."

Beth sighs and lets her eyes flutter shut for the moment. This is a mistake. She knew it when Daisy mentioned it in class today and she knows it now. She has no idea why she's allowed herself to be dragged into this, except Daisy's been her best friend for as long as she can remember. She's forever gotten herself mixed up in hair brained schemes and this isn't the first time she's dragged Beth along for the ride. Somehow she managed to get herself a fake ID and she'd begged Beth earlier on in the day to hunt for Maggie's and join her in her big plan. Part one: lie to Beth's parents and say they were staying at Daisy's.

Not entirely a lie but they failed to mention that Daisy's parents were out of town, information that would have gotten Beth a big fat no when she asked to stay out. Part two: get ready at Daisy's house with some of her mom's wine -which Daisy was sure she wouldn't miss- and then finally, part three: go to a bar. The best part was that at the end of the night they could go back to Daisy's empty house and no one would have to see them drunk, or hungover. No one would ever know.

Perfect.

The biggest problem was getting Beth ID, which she had sorted by hunting through Maggie's room. She knew for a fact Maggie lost one before she went away for college and got another, so she spent the better part of her evening hunting through Maggie's cupboard, boxes, dresser and even down her floor boards for it. Nowhere to be found in her room, until she finally found it under the on suite bathroom sink, covered in dust. It was invalid but was scratched up enough from its time under the sink to be questionable and the photo was kind of messed up too, which could only be a bonus for Beth.

All she had to do now was hope that no one in the bar they went to knew who she or her brother, or her sister was. Or worse: who her daddy was. With ID sorted, they had followed through with Daisy's plan. Beth did her make up: soft colours on her eyes, thin mascara and pink, glossy lips, and a small wing of eyeliner in the hopes that it would make her look older, or at least: old enough to be in a bar. Her clothes had been a debate. Daisy wanted her to wear a dress like she was, but Beth firmly put her foot down and kept her jeans on. A tight top and some heels would have to do. With new found confidence in herself -most assuredly to with the glass of wine she had gulped down- they left.

Which brought her to the present, where her wine buzz was slowly dwindling to nothing, completely useless. She opens her eyes with a sigh and follows Daisy's lead inside. She doesn't know what she expected once she got in there, but it isn't what she finds. It isn't exactly jumping with life, but it isn't dead either. There's music on, a fairly new song that's been on the radio a couple weeks now and there's a decent crowd. A cluster of people at the bar, waiting to be served, another cluster are on what she only supposes she can call a dance floor and random people mill in between. It isn't all that big, or even nice.

There are tacky red open booths lining one wall, opposite the bar, low lighting and a sticky floor, which keeps getting stickier as she watches people get knocked into or are simply too drunk to hold their drink properly. It's barely ten, but she knows this place shuts at twelve, and a lot of the people in attendance will be more than done in for the night when closing time rolls around. Daisy catches her attention by taking her arm and leading her to the bar, a confidence in her step that suggests she's done this many times, although Beth's sure she hasn't.

Outside she'd said let me worry 'bout that and Beth can see why. Daisy is gorgeous. Something she slightly resented as they were getting older but for which she no longer gives thought to. For as long as she can remember Beth has been that friend. The sidekick, to an outsider looking in. They both know it's not that way, but since forever Beth has just been the girl someone goes through to get to Daisy. It doesn't bother her anymore, it's fact. Daisy is stunning. Dark hair to her shoulders that is effortlessly wavy, hazel eyes that gleam like a supernatural wolf.

Most of all, Daisy's curvy. She's got thick hips and thighs, larger breasts than Beth and to top it all off: a flat, toned belly. Beth isn't anywhere near that curvy. In fact, they're complete opposites of each other, and so Daisy's always the one that gets the attention. Most of the time Beth couldn't care less, but sometimes it's infuriating if she has her eye on someone, but they have their eye on her best friend. Now it's nothing but a plus, because Daisy's good looks will get them served. Daisy reaches the bar and Beth squeezes in behind her, worming her way between tightly packed men and women who give her a curious glance and then glance away.

"What do you want? I'll get this round," Daisy shouts over the music, pressing close to Beth's ear.

Beth shrugs, worrying at her lip again. She doesn't drink because her daddy's never allowed alcohol in the house and so she doesn't know what the hell to order. The wine at Daisy's place had made her tipsy with only one glass and she doesn't want to get drunk. Daisy presses forward in the line and turns to Beth again. "Wine?"

Beth shakes her head, glancing around at the drinks in different people's hands. "Erm, beer."

Daisy raises a dark brow but turns back to the bartender, shouting her order over the music. Beth can't hear the exchange but soon after she's got a bottle of beer which she gives a quick swig and pulls a face at. It's as gross as the wine and she's quickly starting to believe that all alcohol tastes like shit, and is simply used to get drunk. With a large glass of red wine in her hand, Daisy takes Beth's arm with her free hand and a smile painting her face. "Wanna dance?"

Beth makes a face at her, taking another swig of beer and it's not as awful as the first one, so she takes two more straight after. "I dunno…"

"C'mon, what's the point if we don't? We made it this far, let's have fun!" She encourages and again a pout forms her mouth.

Beth sighs in resignation. "Fine."

They hit the dance floor, at first a little awkward and halting but then as Beth drains her beer, looser and relaxed. It doesn't take too long for Daisy's swinging hips to gather attention, and soon after her beer's drained a man who looks only a little older than them steps up behind Daisy and takes her hips for a dance to a more sensual song.

Daisy gives her the 'look' that asks if this guy is hot or not and Beth wiggles her empty beer bottle. "Gonna get another."

Her friend laughs, confirmation confirmed and waves off Beth's offer for another glass of wine as hers is only half empty. Taking herself over to the bar she waits to be served and orders another bottle. By the time she's paid and got it in her hand, Daisy's back with flushed cheeks and a large smile.

"Guess he was a good dancer then?" Beth teases.

"He's gorgeous, Beth! He wants me to go back to his place."

Her friends eyes are bright and her cheeks are flushed, but she doesn't look drunk, so Beth shrugs. "If you think it's safe don't worry 'bout me, I just don't want you gettin' hurt or nothin'."

Daisy shakes her head. "Nah, I wouldn't leave you, you know that! I got his number and my parents are out of town 'til Monday," she answers with a wicked grin.

Beth laughs, swigging her beer. "Okay."

"Anyway, now that I've pulled, it's time for you to try!" Her friend says after she drains the last of her wine.

Beth shakes her head. "That's not a good idea."

"C'mon, Beth! The full experience, remember?" Daisy prods as she takes Beth's shoulders and turns her towards the room at large. "Pick someone."

Beth rests the beer bottle against her bottom lip and glances around. She does it once, twice and when she's giving up she goes for a third sweep. That's when she sees him. Standing near the back doors that lead to the smoking area. He appears to be alone, holding a beer loosely in one hand and using his other to smoke a glowing cigarette. His hair is long and obscures most of his face so all Beth can really see is piercing blue eyes that scan the room. That's all she needs to see to be snagged and now a curiosity is unwinding inside her. Is he alone? If so, why? He looks a lot older than her and she doubts he would appreciate her trying to talk to him, but she wants to.

"Him," she tells Daisy, subtly tipping her head towards the shadow she's piqued by.

Daisy follows her line of sight, squinting at the smoking man. "Really? He looks twice our age, Beth."

Beth's cheeks flush hotter, her voice taking on an edge of challenge. "And?"

Daisy laughs. "Okay, s'your choice. Imma get another glass of wine. You talk to him, see if you can get his number or summin'."

As she walks away with an amused smile, Beth can feel her gut twisting. She hates when people undermine her and Daisy may be her best friend, but she has no right to laugh at who Beth finds interesting or attractive. So, with her pride somewhat smarting, she pushes through the clusters of people around her and makes her way over to the mysterious smoking man.

He's just finishing his cigarette when she reaches him and she smiles as he catches her eye. "Hey." He doesn't answer her or make a face and Beth's guts knot with nerves. "I'm Beth, nice to meet you."

The man tips his chin in answer and Beth frowns. "Not much of a talker, are you?"

He snorts and her cheeks heat up even though he hasn't said anything to embarrass her. "You come here often?" She asks and then dies internally at the awful clique.

The man's mouth twitches like he's repressing a smile or a laugh, but she's thankful he doesn't make her feel even more stupid. "Do you?" He finally replies.

His voice is gravelly and low and it does something to Beth's stomach that makes it flip repeatedly. "Not really, s'my first time."

"Probably 'cause you ain't old enough to be in here, girl," he says with a touch of amusement and takes a drink from his bottle.

Again, she's blushing but she pushes on, her pride at stake. "What you talkin' bout? I got every right to be here, same as you. I ain't no 'girl'."

He dips his head as if he's agreeing but without him even making a face she knows his not. "Ya jail bait, gonna get someone in a hella lot of trouble, girl."

"I ain't here for that," she mutters, drinking her beer just to not look at him.

"Everyone's here for that," he replies evenly.

"Are you?" She fires back.

He shakes his head. "Why you got so many questions?"

"Why you got no answers?"

"You think you're clever, girl?"

"I ain't no girl."

She thinks he laughs, though she can't tell because it's so loud. "How old are you?"

"Old enough," she answers, holding his keen eyes. "Why, you gonna tell on me?"

"Not 'less I gotta save some fucker from goin' to jail."

"Why'd you keep talkin' like I'm here to get someone put away? I'm just havin' a drink, same as you," she shifts on her feet, which are starting to kill her.

"Pretty little blonde girl walks into a bar fulla men an' you don't think you got someone's attention?" He reaches into his back pocket and produces a pack of cigarettes, despite just finishing one.

"You think I'm pretty?" She asks before she can stop herself, those butterflies back in her stomach.

He doesn't look at her, instead taking a cigarette and sticking it in his mouth, but when he lights it, in the glow of the flame she can see his cheeks are red and she laughs, a smile stuck on her mouth. "You do."

"Jesus, girl," he answers after a drag. "Why you so sure of your damn self? Why'd you even come over here? Ain't you got no friends 'round?"

She glances over her shoulder in worry, having forgotten about Daisy but when Beth finds her she's busy talking to the guy she was dancing with earlier in the evening. She turns back to face the man in front of her with a shrug. "Friends busy, she pulled some guy."

"She send you over here?" He asks through a cloud of smoke.

"No, you caught my attention." It's not entirely a lie, so she doesn't feel bad saying it. "What the hell is your name anyhow? I told you mine."

He stays quiet for a moment, cigarette burning between his fingers as he stares at her through the fringes of his hair. "Daryl."

"Well, Daryl, how come you're here all alone?" She asks, loosening now. It doesn't feel as hard to talk to him and the blush is fading out of her cheeks.

"Who says I am?" He quips and takes another drag, blowing the smoke towards the door and all the air it's letting in.

"You're standin' alone, ain't you?" Beth asks and glances behind her again, making sure Daisy's in her line of sight.

Daryl speaks so she turns back to face him. "Felt like gettin' out. Why you here? If it's your first time an' all."

With another large swig, she's emptied the bottle but she doesn't even feel buzzed, let alone drunk. She's glad of it, though it feels like a night out in a bar should be accompanied with a hangover the next day. She holds the empty bottle loosely and shrugs. "Friend wanted to come, roped me into it."

"Same friend who sent you over here to get my number?" And she's sure he's almost smiling when he flicks his cigarette away.

The blush comes back full force but she decides not to deny it a second time around. "I picked you out. You really did catch my interest."

Daryl snorts. "Lucky me. Look, girl, like I said: ya jail bait."

Beth clenches her jaw and steps closer, nearly at the same height as him with her heels on. "I'm eighteen, you jerk an' I know when I like a guy." At some point in her irritation she raised her bottle and now she's tapping his chest with it.

Daryl glances down and wraps his hand around the neck of the bottle, fingers clenching around hers and for some stupid reason it makes a wave of heat descend from the crown of her head. "You know what happens when you likea guy in a bar?" He whispers.

She shouldn't be able to hear him, but more than anything she feels the words on the breath he releases. She knows alright and she knows she's being challenged. She's probably going to get herself in a situation that she can't easily back out of, but her pride is easy to wound and like everything that's included Daryl tonight, it's smarting again.

"Yeah, I do," she whispers back and Daryl's fingers release hers so she moves the bottle away and puts it down.

"You think you're an adult, girl?" His mouth twitches again and she gets the sense that he doesn't smile often but she's nearly made him do it a few times.

"I am and I ain't no girl, like I said." She takes a step back as he puts his bottle down, flicks his cigarette and then suddenly he's got her wrist and he's tugging her.

As he turns them towards the bar, she wonders if that's where he intends to drag her. If perhaps he thinks challenging her to a bunch of shots or a couple more bottles of beer will prove how much of an adult she is. But he isn't taking her there and at the same moment she realises she's being dragged to the toilets, she connects eyes with Daisy. Her friend stiffens at the bar, her gaze locked onto Daryl's thick fingers wrapped around Beth's wrist and she knows what it must look like. A much older man, forcing a young girl into the bathroom and hurting her or at least manipulating her, but it's not like that.

Already, Beth's stomach is full of butterflies and there's a gathering wetness in her jeans. She's had sex before with her ex-boyfriend Jimmy and considering they were new to the act, she really enjoyed herself. Now a man twice her age is probably taking her to have sex or partake in some sexual act and she should be scared. But instead, she's excited at the thought of all the experience this man has and how good it could feel, compared to Jimmy. If anything Daisy's worry should be directed at Beth and how bad she suddenly wants this, how easy she is.

To ensure her friend doesn't follow her, she shakes her head and only manages to see Daisy relax and nod before Daryl's pulled her into the men's bathroom. He shoves her straight into a stall, locks the door and then faces her. Beth doesn't know what to do or say, how to proceed and she's just standing awkwardly until she gets a look at Daryl's face. He looks nervous and it only takes her a second to work out that he didn't plan for it to get this far. He was challenging her and he thought she would call his bluff, now she hasn't, he looks panicked.

Beth smirks and folds her arms over her chest. "You didn't think I would come did you?"

Daryl shifts on his feet. "Look, girl, forget it. I's just joking, c'mon I'll buy you a beer."

A smile finds her face and for some reason the fact that he didn't expect her to actually do anything makes her want to do it all the more. "What if I don't wanna go back?"

Daryl turns back from his position where he was planning to unlock the stall door and she takes a step forward, her stomach squirming but still, that excitement is there and she really does want this. There was never any intentions to have sex in the toilets when she came out tonight but God, she keeps looking at his thick arms, his piercing blue eyes, his broad shoulders and she wants him.

"You started this, so finish it," she whispers and presses her body along his.

He stiffens despite his large hands wrapping around her arms. "Beth…"

It's the first time he's said her name and she shudders. "C'mon. I wanna."

"You drunk?" He asks, cupping her chin and glancing deep in her eyes.

She shakes her head. "I'm not, I swear. An' I am eighteen. I ain't gonna get you in no trouble."

Daryl jerks his head like he never really thought she would but he's still rigid. She decides to bite the bullet and leans in to kiss him. He's even more rigid when she does so, but she persists, waiting until he responds or pushes her away. He does push her away after a breathless second and disappointment curls in her stomach.

She gasps as their lips disconnect. "I'm sorry."

Daryl shakes his head, shoving her against the cubicle wall. "Don't be."

Then he's kissing her again and his lips against hers makes her eyes fall shut, her hands clenching in his hair. The kiss is somewhat sloppy because she's not very practised but it doesn't matter because it's making her clit pound for attention and as she rakes her nails over Daryl's scalp and presses closer, she feels his cock semi-hard against her. Beth groans and hooks one leg up over his hip, hoping he'll take the hint to pick her up. Ever since she got a glimpse of his thick arms she's imagined being balanced in them and now that's all she wants above anything else.

He does pick her up, breaking away from her lips to press open-mouthed, wet kisses to her throat and behind her ear. Her head tips back and she moans softly. She's already so wet and she needs friction, and without realising, she's grinding against him and he's harder now, pressed between her legs. "Touch me," she begs.

"Fuckin' hell, girl." His hands as slightly shaky and he pushes away to undo the button of her jeans and he's a little rough as he shoves his hand inside.

"Yeah," she gasps and spreads her legs so he can press his thick fingers against her clit. "Oh, God."

His fingers are hot and rough, pressed in so tight by their position and her jeans. The friction is just right and her legs are already trembling, her chest heaving as he circles her clit in the space that he's got, pressing hard and turning his fingers faster and faster. She knows it's not going to be long and it's not. Daryl has to press his mouth hard to hers and swallows her cry as she cums because it's so loud. Her body clenches as her juices flow out of her and then trembles as he pulls his hand free. They break their connection for a moment after so she can take in shuddering breaths.

"Jesus, girl." Is all Daryl says, but his hard cock and the awe in his voice makes her feels like a goddess.

Her hand fumbles down and she cups him, kneading with her fingers while he hisses. "Ain't got nothin' on me."

"They got those machines in here," she whispers back.

Daryl's cheeks are as red as hers feel when he sets her down and she tips her chin towards the door. There doesn't seem to be anyone in here so he ducks out and she hears rattling before he's back with a small pack of three condoms. She's sure their luck isn't going to hold and someone will be in here soon so she yanks her jeans down to her knees. Daryl takes in a shuddering gasp between his teeth at the sight of her soaked panties and she reaches forward to undo his own jeans, her heart hammering. How in the hell she turned into this kind of girl for this man she has no idea, but now she wants his cock in her like nothing else in the world.

With his help they get his jeans down and then he's free, his cock hard and bruised looking, pre-cum weeping at the tip. Her mouth waters but there's no time for that. She does reach her hand forward to squeeze him though and he groans before he bats it away, tears the foil with his teeth and rolls one of the condoms on.

"C'mon," she mutters, her pussy throbbing despite cumming once.

He laughs. "Fuck, girl, goin' as fast as I goddamn can."

He picks her up again, hoisting her up the wall. She spreads her legs, her jeans bunched up and only allowing just enough room for the width of his hips. Dary's rough fingers seek out her opening and he hisses as he finds her dripping pussy, pushing two fingers in. Beth moans, her back arching as she tries to ride them but it's not enough and she lets loose a broken whimper.

"I got you," Daryl whispers and pulls his fingers out despite her pussy walls trying to hug them.

Within seconds she can feel the head of his cock pressing against her and her whimper tapers off in her throat, anticipation curling around her lungs until she can't breathe. He works himself in slowly and every inch makes her think she can't take anymore but she does, moaning softly until he bottoms out inside her hot cunt. "God, yes. C'mon, Daryl, fuck me."

He grips her thighs hard, struggling to get a rhythm with the barricade of her jeans but he manages it, pistoning in and out of her with hard, deep strokes that hit something inside her Jimmy never found. She's sobbing before she knows it and she has to bury her face in his neck and cling to his shoulders to muffle the sound. Daryl's in much the same position, pressing her spine to the wall and pressing his mouth to her cheek which is scratchy from his stubble, breathing hard. She takes his pounding for a few minutes and then she starts to move, trying to work her hips in tandem with his and it's jittery but she manages it and it's so much better that they moan in unison.

Then voices sound and the door bangs open, loud, raucous drunks piling into the bathroom. Beth goes rigid and so does Daryl, her pussy pulsating around his buried cock and she knows it feels as fucking amazing to him as it does to her because his fingers tighten in her flesh, hard. She's sure she'll have bruises tomorrow. There's the sounds of conversation and the group of men using the toilets, the sinks, the dryers, a commotion that may cover the sounds of them fucking but which Daryl doesn't seem to want to try. She squeezes him internally and he turns panicked eyes on her, frantically shaking his head.

A smirk winds up on Beth's mouth and she does it again until Daryl's grip hurts where he's holding her hips, but he can't stop her because she's not moving them, it's all internal. He's trembling, she can feel it beneath her hands and the knowledge that she could make him cum like this makes her pussy flood with more juices. Daryl's eyes roll slightly and he bites his lip so hard she wonders if he'll draw blood, his hands falling to squeeze the flesh of her ass. She keeps up her rhythmic pulsating and his tremors turn to full out shaking. He's so close and now there's nothing more she wants than to see him unravel. She gets her wish, just as the crowd is leaving and the door bangs shut.

He lets out a sound between a roar and a sob and it makes goosebumps rise across her skin, his hips moving so unexpectedly and so hard that she very nearly screams, and she has to bury her face in his throat as he fucks her. The wall behind her bangs loud every time her spine connects with it and for some wild reason, it's this sound that makes her cum. They're clenching each other hard until they both go boneless. Daryl manages to weakly hold her up for another minute or so and then he gently sets her down.

She actually does feel drunk as she shimmies her panties and jeans up, does her button. Daryl looks the same, his eyes shot and cheeks red as he throws the condom and does his jeans back up. Beth stays leant against the wall for a minute and then she straightens, pressing a kiss to his mouth. He does kiss her back but it's relaxed, almost sleepy and she grins, a warmth unfurling inside her that she has this kind of effect on a man twice her age. "C'mon, you can buy me a drink, an' I want your number."

Daryl laughs a deep rumble as he follows her out of the cubicle, keeping an arm around her waist because she's wobbly on her heels. When they reach the bar, he orders and she finds Daisy, who's still talking to her catch of the night but pauses when Beth joins them. "Hey! You've been gone a while." She smirks.

Beth laughs, her face and whole body hot. "Sorry."

"You gotta tell me everythin'," her friend says quickly, pressing closer. "Did you get his number too?"

Beth opens her mouth to speak when suddenly Daryl's there, sliding a beer on a napkin. He walks away after and Beth frowns, her heart tightening. What did she expect? She was easy. Met him for the first time, in a bar, a man twice her age and fucked him. She feels almost sick until she picks up the beer and she sees the numbers on the napkin with a name hastily scrawled: Daryl Dixon.

She smiles, everything loosening again. Her eyes follow Daryl to the back door where she first saw him tonight, smoking a cigarette and she keeps them there as she answers Daisy. "Oh, yeah. I did."