First Impressions

So here is my first Walking Dead fic! It's AU and I hope you guys like it. I do have one or two OCs in this fic but I feel like it's needed for this story. I wondered what it would be like if Daryl had a younger sister and then just a whole bunch of other thoughts flooded through and now I have this story! Don't worry, for those of you who read The Founder's Children, I'll be updating soon. And now, on with the show.

Beth Greene is a midwife at the Atlanta Medical Center. Daryl Dixon is a tattoo artist for the TNT Tattoo Shop. The only thing they have in common is Beth's roommate and Daryl's sister Harley. When Harley introduces Beth and Daryl, sparks fly but not the romantic kind. Daryl thinks she's a stuck up princess and Beth thinks Daryl is an arrogant asshole. Can these two see past their first impressions and see what's really underneath? Or will first impressions leave a lasting one?

I do not own the Walking Dead.

Beth sighed and pushed a few strands of hair that had escaped her ponytail behind her ear, it had been a long day and she was ready to go home. There had only been two births at the hospital but the last one had been extremely stressful. The woman had trouble giving birth and Beth worried the whole time about her. In the end though she and the baby were just fine. Beth always felt a wave of emotions when she saw the new mom hold her baby for the first time, knowing that was one of the main reasons for being a midwife. There were times when Beth felt like all the schooling and effort she put into becoming a midwife was for nothing but seeing the joy and happiness on a woman's face as well as a man's face as they hold their new child was priceless.

Walking up to her station Beth smiled at one of the elderly nurses, Patricia, who she loved to work with. Beth had only recently begun working at the Atlanta Medical Center but she felt like it was where she belonged. There were a ton of truly friendly people and the patients were wonderful. It also helped that the job paid well.

"Miss. Beth you look like you're ready for the end of the day." Patricia smiled. Beth nodded as she sat down, it was almost time for her shift to be over and she was grateful.

"I am, I love this job but that last delivery was so stressful. Not just for me but for everyone." Patricia nodded sympathetically. She had taken a liking to Beth, she was so sweet and reminded her of her granddaughter.

"Well sweetie, I think Tara just arrived so if you want to leave a couple minutes early I won't say a thing." Patricia winked.

After assuring it was okay, Beth gathered her things and made her way back to her apartment. The moment she stepped into the decent two bedroom apartment, Beth could hear Avenged Sevenfold bursting through one of the doors and smell the faint scent of cigarettes. She knew that Harley must've had a bad day. Sighing Beth set her things down on the kitchen counter and went into her own room to change out of her scrubs. Feeling better once she was in a pair of cut off shorts and a tank top, Beth padded across the hall to Harley's room. Knocking on the door, Beth waited for it to open. The girl who opened it was the opposite of Beth.

Harley had waist long dark brown hair that was currently piled on top of her head in a bun that was held in place by a pencil, her deep blue eyes were slightly hidden by her oversized black-rimmed glasses that she used for reading and when she was drawing and also held a tinge of annoyance, and her skin was a rich tan color due to spending time out in the woods with one of her older brothers. Harley wore cut offs like Beth only hers were slightly shorter and showed off the tattoo on her left thigh. The shirt she wore covered her collarbone tattoo and most of her half sleeve tattoo that she had on her right arm. Harley only had one tattoo on her left arm and a couple more on her back. Beth never asked what all of Harley's tattoos meant, she knew what some did and that they had a connection to her past.

"Yes?" Harley tilted her head, her bangs falling into her eyes. Beth laughed, glad that Harley was in the mood to talk at least.

"I take it things were stressful at the shop?" Beth took a shot in the dark, it was often that Harley would shut herself off to Beth for no reason or she would have a bad day but even after five years of living together it was hard to tell sometimes.

Harley nodded and sighed, lifting her glasses up to the top of her head as she did. She walked out of her room and went towards the small kitchen they had. Beth waited patiently, knowing that Harley would talk when she was ready.

"This asshole came into the shop and specifically asked for Dale. Well Dale wasn't there, it's his day off so I tried to be nice about it and tell the guy I can book him another appointment for a day that Dale is there but the dude won't take shit!" Harley took a pop out of the fridge and opened it. "I'm trying my best to be patient and then he starts ranting about how he booked an appointment with Dale months in advance, that I must've gotten the date wrong, and that I need to be a better secretary. I looked at him and told that asshole I was nobody's damn secretary, that our actual secretary must've fucked up and if he wants a tattoo so bad then he'll come back when Dale or someone else is there cause I ain't dealing with his ass!"

Beth couldn't help but let out a laugh. Guys who often came into the tattoo shop Harley worked at often thought she was a secretary or one of the tattoo artist's girlfriends. It irked Harley to no end and there had been times when she had slapped a few of the men, especially the ones who got handsy.

"I'm surprised that you didn't hit him." Beth started to get things out to make dinner, it was her night for cooking and Harley's night for washing things up. Beth brought out some vegetables and started chopping them, figuring a simple soup would be nice.

"I was tempted to, believe me but Dale asked if I could keep the violence down this month." Harley smirked. Her phone went off and she looked at the text. "Daryl's coming over to drop some catalogs off that just came in."

"You know, I'm surprised that I've never met Daryl." Beth mentioned. Harley took a sip of pop before answering.

"My mom got pretty sick a couple months before we met and so Daryl offered to help my dad take care of her. She knew it was getting close to her time to go so she wanted to head back to Richmond where she grew up and had family, well other than me and Daryl." Harley explained. Beth remembered the few days Harley had left to go to her mom's funeral and how difficult it had been for her. "It was just the past couple months that Daryl and my dad moved back down to Georgia."

"Hey, before I forget Maggie's coming over." Beth was hesitant to mention. Harley and Maggie never got along too well, they were similar in personalities but Maggie was a lot more headstrong. Maggie also thought that Harley had a lot more potential than just being a tattoo artist and shouldn't cover herself in tattoos.

"Okay, I'll get out of y'all's hair when she comes over." Beth sighed, she hated that Harley always felt the need to disappear whenever Maggie was over.

There was a knock on the door, Harley went to answer it. Beth finished chopping the vegetables and set them off to the side. She took out a small pack of meat to cook. Soon the meat was browning and Beth lowered the heat, it would still take some time so Beth turned to see who was at the door.

Harley stood next to a man who was clearly related to her. The man had the same dark brown hair as hers, it covered his eyes which Beth noted was the same deep blue. He was a lot more tan than Harley, which surprised the young blonde. Beth couldn't help but notice how toned and lean he was, wearing a cut off shirt that showed his tattooed arm muscles and ripped jeans. He had the same scowl as Harley, she shared the same facial expressions but her eyes were a slightly different shape. Beth was a lot smaller than him, Beth guessed his height at about six foot two while Harley was only five foot four and Beth five foot two.

"Blondie, I want you to meet Daryl!" Harley laughed, Beth rolled her eyes and huffed. She hated when her roommate called her that.

"I have told you multiple times not to call me that." Harley stuck her tongue out, seemingly in a better mood than earlier.

"And I've yet to listen. Daryl meet Beth, Beth meet Daryl." Harley said as she thumbed through the catalogs Daryl must've given her.

Beth smiles and holds out her hand. "It's nice to meet you Daryl, Harley speaks very highly of you."

Daryl grunts and looks away from Beth, not taking her hand. Feeling the slight sting of rejection Beth narrows her eyes but walks back to the kitchen to finish dinner. She could feel a pair of eyes on her but chose to ignore them.

"Dinner's almost done, should I get two bowls out or are we having a guest?" Beth chose to ignore Daryl for the time being and directed her question towards Harley. Harley briefly looked up from the catalog, her glasses back on. Honestly Beth didn't know why she didn't wear them all the time.

"Well big bro, you staying or going?" Harley asked, Daryl shook his head and Harley sighed.

Beth only got two bowls out from the dishwasher, she would wait until Daryl was gone to actually serve dinner. So that they weren't being rude and eating in front of him. She felt like Daryl didn't want to be here and for some reason Beth almost felt like he didn't like her.

"Do you go into the shop tomorrow?" Beth asked. It had been awhile since she had hung out with Harley so she was hoping to at least spend some time with her.

"For a little bit, why?"

"It's been a while since we've hung out so I thought we could go shopping or something." Harley let out a playful groan.

"Okay but we'll be going to a few of my choice stores." Beth briefly wondered why Daryl was still standing in her living room. "Do you want to hang out at the shop until I'm done? I only have one appointment and it shouldn't last long."

Beth thought about it for a moment but decided against it. "No that's okay, we can figure something out."

Daryl let out a snort. Beth looked over at him, her eyes questioning. "What, is something the matter?"

"You think you're too good for the shop, is that it?" Beth narrowed her eyes, cocking her hip and placing a hand on it.

"Excuse me? I don't know who you think you are but that is the farthest thing from the truth." Beth looked over at Harley, her head was down and Beth knew she was probably thinking of the last time the young blonde had been over to the shop.

"Ha, I'm sure it is princess." Daryl smirked at Beth, she glared at the man. She admitted that he was handsome but he was also a jackass.

"Daryl, you said you weren't staying to eat so I think it would be a good idea if you left now." Harley spoke quietly. Daryl looked at Harley, surprised but seemed to understand when he looked at her.

The two walked towards the door, speaking in hushed tones. Beth ignored them for the most part, instead she fixed the two bowls of soup and then set one on the counter. She got a text from Maggie just as she heard the door slam. Looking up she saw Harley looking a bit agitated as she sat on one of the bar stools, grabbing the bowl of soup and digging in. It was quiet for a while, Beth replied to Maggie and the two ate.

"Sorry about Daryl, I forget sometimes that he's less of a people person than me." Harley spoke as she moved the spoon around the empty bowl. "He can be an asshat but don't worry, it's nothing towards you."

"You don't have to apologize Harley." Beth finished her dinner and put the dishes in the sink. "If that's how he wants to be, then fine. Maggie should be here soon, I'd just thought I'd let you know."

Harley nodded and grabbed the pop she had been drinking earlier, then headed towards her room. A few seconds later Pierce the Veil was drifting through the walls but not as aggressively as when Beth first arrived. Beth only recognized the bands and could tell the difference after being Harley's roommate for so long. Another knock came from the door and Beth went to let Maggie in. The two settled in for a movie night but Beth's thoughts kept drifting back to Daryl and his rough exterior. He infuriated her but at the same time fascinated her.

Alright guys, that was the first chapter! I hope y'all enjoyed it and I would love feedback. It would be great to hear what y'all think of the story so far. More to come soon!