A/N: Thank you to ilovedaryldixon on TSDF for this prompt. (I know this isn't 100% to the prompt but i played with the idea and this is what happened lol) I'm super duper stoked for this fic. Its going to be a change of pace for me in the writing style of this one BUT once this story gets going, its going to be nonstop and you'll see why i have to write it this way. Just WAY too many views that cant be expressed in one persons POV. Anywho, thank you to my muse and beta love, Carowen for working out the kinks of the outline with me. Shes a blessing to bounce ideas around with. I will continue on with the AU Bethyl "Double Letter" Series, so don't worry your pretty little heads ;) I hope ya'll love this one just as much :) MUCH LOVE AND BETHYL ON MY LOVELIES!
I DO NOT OWN THE CHARACTERS, TWD DOES...BUT IF I HAD, BETHYL WOULD BE UNITED ALREADY AND WOULD BE PRACTICING MAKING BABIES ;)
Daryl had been here before. Plenty times before to be honest. It seemed like a second home. And this, this bad guy stuff was just second nature. It wasn't that he wanted to be bad, his brother had influenced him more than anything, maybe not influenced him, it was more like forced him. Whatever though, it wasn't like he would amount to much anyways. He was just a redneck wanderer and town nobody worth nothing anyways, his pops and brother had made sure of that.
"Daryl, why do you continue to do this to yourself?" The sheriff asked. Daryl shrugged and shook his head refusing to make eye contact, refusing to see the disappointment and pity in the man's face. Sheriff Rick Grimes. He had let Daryl go on numerous occasions, a smack on the hand for being in the wrong place at the wrong time. Bar fights, his brother shoplifting, all the trouble his stupid ass brother got him caught up in. This time though, the sheriff's hands were tied. Merle had told Daryl he needed to cash his check at the bank. What he hadn't told Daryl was that he was robbing the place. Daryl was driving the getaway car before he knew what was happening. And Merle, there was no doubt his ass was gonna be locked up for a while. Merle had shot the security guard, he was critical condition and for that Merle was in the hotseat. "Daryl, i cant get you out of this one. This is a big shitstorm, this ain't something you can fix by returning the money, Merle almost took a life today. Thats something you cant give back. Why do you let him do this to you? You are a good man Daryl, i know it. I can see it in your face. You are remorseful for every shenanigan your brother gets you in. Now, I'm gonna try my damnedest to get you the best defense attorney i can. Merle's gonna be locked up for a while, this will be a new start for you man." Sheriff Grimes said before walking behind his desk to make a call.
Daryl watched her walk in, there was no denying the beauty of this one. She was wearing a black pencil shirt that hugged her shapely hips that swayed every time she took a step in those black high heels. Her shirt a light blue satin that draped exposing her porcelain looking skin. She walked over to the pretty boy Defense Attorney that was there for Merle, handing him a coffee. He kissed her cheek pulling back and smiling at her. Of course she was taken any man would be blind to pass that by. She looked like she belonged on the front of one of those women's magazines.
"Come on Daryl, your lawyer will be seeing you in just a few moments." Rick said as he helped Daryl stand and led him to a room with two metal chairs facing each other on opposite sides of the large metal table. Daryl sat down in one of the chairs waiting to be interrogated by the random stranger that he had not wanted at all. The cuffs on his wrists were starting to hurt along with his shoulders from his arms being placed behind his back. The door opened and Daryl looked up catching bright blue eyes staring back him. It was the coffee girl in the sexy pencil skirt. She walked over to him holding her cup of coffee and what looked to be a cup of water for him. She stumbled in her sky high heels and the water dumped all over his lap.
"Shit!"she said under her breath. "I am so sorry." She said as she grabbed the napkin from her coffee and started cleaning up his lap. Her swipes making contact with his dick. He was trying hard to stay in control of himself but his dick twitched always. The woman stood up in a flash holding her hands to her chest as if he had burned her, a blush rising on her cheeks. Daryl had never been more embarrassed in his life and that was saying something when you had Merle as a brother. He turned his face away from her mumbling his apology.
"Clearly its my fault. Should've thought about what i was doing. You are a man after all." She chuckled. "So lets get to business." She said as she unlocked the cuffs on his wrists. "Senoia's best Prosecutor Beth Greene." She said cheerily holding her hand up to him. Daryl looked up at her with a puzzled expression.
'What the hell is the prosecutor doing here?' He thought to himself.
"Well, in this case I am a Defense Attorney i guess. Rick called in quite the favor for you, Mr. Dixon." She said lowering her hand after realizing he wasn't going to shake it.
"Daryl." He said so low it sounded like a growl. It stopped Beth straight in her tracks as she was making her way to her chair on the other side of the table. After she got her barrings she sat down looking at the rough but attractive man she was left to defend.
"Alright Daryl, so hows about we get this show started." She said looking up at him as she took a sip of his coffee. Daryl's head snapped up to look at her, the words would've been slightly suggestive if he wasn't sitting in an interrogation room. "So why exactly were you driving a get away vehicle?" She asked placing a recorder down on the table and waiting to jot down notes.
~Hope this sparks your interest! Reviews are love and Very much appreciated. Let me know if this sounds at all interesting to you and if i should keep going! MUCH LOVE AND BETHYL ON MY LOVELIES!