This is my first fanfic so be kind, but be honest!

I don't own The Walking Dead or any of the amazing characters, I just enjoy to play. :)

This fic it Beth/Daryl because I'm a huge shipper!

Chapter One

Beth's POV

Beth had decided to stay back a year from collage because she had no idea what it was she wanted to do with her life, Hershel her Daddy had only agreed if she promised to get a job and help in on the farm. Things had gotten really busy for him since her Mama had past away and her big sister Maggie moved in with her boyfriend, Beth thought it may also be that he may get lonely if she too left.

Daddy had gotten her an interview at a local bike repair shop, Dixon's Custom Bike and Repir. Beth wasn't really sure how she felt about working at the bike shop, she was a good girl who was never late for curfew and went to church with Daddy every Sunday. She had heard a lot of the boys and men who drove bikes around town, they where known for drinking a lot and drugs, the girls who hung around them where known for worse! Surely her Daddy must not of heard these things or maybe her trusted her A LOT. Standing in front of her mirror she double checked her interview outfit, dark wash skinny jeans with premise scuffs and rips a long sleeve black t-shirt with a hunter green fitted jacket. Running her hands threw her long blond curls she sighed. "I guess this this is as good as anything, what do people where to an interview at a bike shop anyway."

"Daddy!" she yelled bouncing her way down the stairs "I'm all ready to go!"

"I'm actually really busy Bethy, I just got home from helping the neighbour with his sick sheep." Beth could see he was just getting ready to feed the horses. "Why don't you just take the truck, go straight to your interview and come back."

"Are you sure Daddy?"

"Yeah baby, take the keys they are on the counter."

"Kay I won't be long, save some work for me!" After slipping on her new motorcycle style boots she had bought just for this interview she was ready to go.

"Wish me luck"

Walking up to the desk Beth thought her heart might just pound right through her chest. The lady behind the desk was clad head to toe in black, her Dixon's Custom Bike and Repair shirt was so right it looked like it could possibly be painted on.

"Hi I'm Beth Greene, here for my interview with Mr. Dixon."

She looked up from the computer with a small chuckle but a nice enough smile. "I'm Carol, take a seat in the office Mr. Dixon will be right with you."

A couple minuets later an oil covered man in coveralls that read Merle sat down across the desk from her.

"Ya must be Beth, I'm Merle Dixon I own this fine establishment here." He stuck his hand out to shake Beth's, even though it was covered in black grease she was taught better then to not return the favour. She put her tiny hand in Merle's huge dirty hand and shook it, thankful for we dark was jeans she could wipe her hand on.

"I'm Beth, Beth Greene."

"Well Beth, Beth Greene I'm not much for interviews is rather see if ya can do the job. I would think a girl ya age can work a computer and talk on a phone alright."

"Yeah, I can do that!"

"Good why don't ya come back tomorrow same time and work with Carol, I'll check it out and see how ya do okay?"

This was turning out easier then she thought, Merle may have come off a little redneck but he seem alright. "Sounds like a plan, thank you Mr. Dixon."

"Call me Merle, here's your uniform." He threw a shirt at Beth, the same shirt Carol was wear but somehow smaller. "Wear whatever pants and shoes ya want, I don't care."

Walking back to the truck she was so busy look and wondering how she was ever going to get into this tiny shirt she ran right into someone's hard chest, he grabbed her waist to steady her.

"Hey there girl, little destracted?" His voice was so deep and gravelly it was somehow pleasant. Beth was mid apology when she looked up into the most amazing emerald eyes she had ever seen, they hypnotized her all she could do was nod. This man must have been in his 30s but she couldn't tear her eyes away. He had wild dark brown hair that hung in his eyes, full lips and a couple days worth of stubble.

"Ya must be the new receptionist?" Again Beth just nodded, a sly half smile covered his face."I guess I'll see ya tomorrow then, maybe we can run into each other again then. I'm Daryl."

He was already walking away and out of earshot by the time Beth got her first coherent thought and said "Beth, and I hope so."

Okay that's it for chapter one R and R.

What do you think will happen next, inspire me please, I currently have no idea where this is going. This story just came out of a wouldn't t be cool if... Anyways thanks for the read let me know what you think!

DaniMac