This is my first try at a non-zombie related Bethyl fic. I hope you like it. Also, I have no clue how to add this to the Bethyl community thread, so if one of you knows could you please add it? Now onto a little Bethyl goodness! Hope you enjoy!

"Hey, Maggie, this here is my baby brother Daryl." Merle said as he pointed to the taller, leaner man behind him. Maggie smiled and extended her hand to him. She could see him stiffen just a little.

"Hi, I'm Maggie Rhee! I own this bar, which you probably already know," she said with a smile as she looked from Merle to Daryl.

"Daryl," he mumbled as he shook her hand.

"So your brother said you just got back in town and need a job. Tells me your a pretty good bartender. Can you show me?" Maggie asked as she motioned toward the bar. Daryl looked at her from under his bangs and nodded as he slowly walked to the bar. As he took off his black leather jacket and vest, she had to hold back a gasp. The man did have some of the most amazing arms she had ever seen. Merle chuckled a little at her reaction and she elbowed her favorite bouncer in the gut.

"Baby brother has always gotten that kinda reaction, even if he never notices or takes advantage of it. Stupid pussy," Merle continued as he watched Daryl look around the bar.

"Whatdu you want me to make?" Daryl asked. Before Maggie got a chance to answer they were interrupted by a voice.

"Hey,Mags! We are running low on a few things for the kitch..." Beth explained as she pushed her way through the door and stopped when she saw they had company. Her eyes fell on the guy behind the bar, his blue eyes meeting hers for a moment before looking shyly back at the top of the bar.

"SweetPea, I didn't know you were here. Lookin just as jailbait good as always," Merle smirked as she walked up beside him. She nudged him in the side and smiled.

"I haven't been jailbait for a few years Merle. Remember, I'm 21 now," she said as her smile got wider and placed her hand on her hip. She turned to see that the man behind the counter was watching her closely. She held his gaze for a moment till Merle started talking again.

"Oh yeah, saddest day of my life when you became legal! No more jailbait fantasies. Least I've had a couple years to deal. We could always pretend though," he said with a smirk. Beth would have been infuriated if anybody else spoke to her like that but this was Merle and she knew he meant nothing. He had become one of her and Maggie's favorite people over the years and the fact that he was the best bouncer around didn't hurt. Maggie's husband Glenn always felt the most secure about both ladies being in the bar when Merle was working.

"Bethy, this is Merle's brother Daryl. Daryl, this is my sister and assistant manager of this bar Beth Greene." Maggie said with a smile. Beth walked up to him and extended her hand, with probably one of the biggest smiles that he had ever seen.

"It's nice to meet you. Merle talks about you a lot," she said sweetly, her bright blue eyes locking onto his.

"Doubt that," Daryl grumbled out as he shook Beth's hand.

"Don't be so sure," she replied just above a whisper as she continued to smile at him.

"SweetPea here is also one of the bars main acts. Best singer around." Merle said as he walked up beside them and sat down at the bar. Beth felt her cheeks start to flush as she sat down beside him. She was never any good with compliments.

"You sing?" She heard his raspy voice ask and nodded her head.

"Maggie just feels she has to let me do it. I'm not all that great," she said shyly as she looked down at the bar.

"Doubt that," she heard him whisper, causing her to jerk her eyes back up to him in time to see the tips of his ears turn red. The look in his eyes told her he had not meant to say it out loud.

"Ok, whatchu gunna make us Dixon?" Maggie asked as she sat down in the bar stool and wrapped her arm around Beth's shoulder, Beth leaning her head slightly at the embrace, a small smile on her lips.

"Um...ok," Daryl mumbled like he had just been broken out of a trance. Then he got to work behind the bar. Beth watched as he moved, light and swift on his feet, barely making a sound. She watched the way the muscles in his arms would twitch when he poured the alcohol into the shaker or when he was shaking the mixture together. She felt herself involuntarily lick her bottom lip, thinking about how her fingers would feel on those muscles. How they would feel wrapped around her, holding her close. She was brought out of her daydream by the sound of a shot glass being sat in front of her. As she looked up, her cheeks flushed, wondering if those blue eyes that seemed to look into her soul could see the impure thoughts she was having.

"You tryin'," he asked her gruffly, a small shiver running down her back at the tone. She nodded a reply-that was all she could do at that moment. He poured three shots and then backed up so they could try.

"Here's to the three L's...life, love and loyalty," Maggie said their family motto and the name of the bar with a sad smile.

"The three L's," they all repeated as the held their shot glasses up and downed the shot, Daryl watching them like he missed something but also with something else that resembled nerves, which she thought was strange cuz he just came off as somebody who didn't get nervous. Beth smiled even before she finished her shot. It tasted like sunlight and cherries and she had never tasted something so good.

"That was great!" Maggie said with a smile.

"Damn good, Darylina," Merle said, causing Daryl to shuffle uncomfortably at the nickname. Then his eyes raised up to meet Beth's, she smiled as she studied him for a moment. Then she leaned over to her sister and said just above a whisper.

"Hire him! The man's a genius," she said softly then pulled away, smiling at them all and heading back to the kitchen, licking her lips as the after taste of cherries filled her mouth again.