"This last drink I'm going to give to you. After that I want you out of here," the bartender said as he passed Daryl the glass of beer. He wasn't even at his limit, but the bartender already decided he had enough of him. Instead of arguing with him, Daryl just nodded and quietly sipped the drink. He was exhausted from work and stressed about that fact that his brother was in jail at the moment. Daryl tried telling Merle not to go through with the deal, but Merle didn't listen to him. Merle just laughed at him and called him Darylina. Now that his brother was locked up again, Daryl felt stressed out even more than he was before.

After drinking the last sip of beer, he got up out of his sit and stumble towards the exit. He wasn't drunk now, he was only tipsy. He only had about 5 beers before being refused another one. Once outside, he got on his motorcycle and rode home. Pulling up to the beaten up trailer, which he shared with Merle, he got of his bike and headed inside. He was glad that he hadn't gotten shit faced drunk because he had work tomorrow morning and he didn't want to fix cars with a hangover. The first thing Daryl did once inside was collapse on the lumpy couch that he brought at a yard sale. He didn't care about his back hurting tomorrow morning; all he wanted to do was sleep.

I woke up the next morning with sun shining directly on face. Covering half of my face from the sun while checking my phone, I saw that I only had a before I was supposed to be at work. Getting up I felt my back crack as I stretched my entire body, sleeping on that damn couch hurt like hell but it was better than nothing. After taking a quick shower and a piss, I headed out the house to work. I didn't really feel like eating breakfast and there wasn't really much to eat. I needed to go hunting later. As soon as Daryl stepped through the door, Dale, his boss called him over. Daryl went to his office to see what was up. He knew he wasn't late and he didn't need to clock in until 9:00 a.m. and it was only 8:57.

"Daryl, good thing you arrived early. I need you to do something for me."

"What do you need me to do?" Dale fixed something on his desk before looking directly at him.

"I need you go to this address and fix this guy's truck," Dale said while handing him a note with the address on it. What the hell was the first thing that popped in my head. We don't go to people's houses and fix their cars, they come to us. Who the hell did this person think he was? Dale could see the look on the Daryl's face and spoke before I could say something I regretted.

"He is a friend of mine and he has no one else to bring it down here. He would himself, but he broke his leg a while ago and his son out of town." Dale said trying to explain the situation.

"If he broke his leg like ya said he did, then why does his truck need fixin?" How the hell could a man drive with a broken leg. Dale just smiled and said,

"He's planning on giving it to his daughter for her 19th birthday. I know Hershel Greene well and he wouldn't lie about that. Also, I'll give you a bonus if you do it."

Daryl still wasn't convinced, why the hell did he have to do it? There was Martinez, Zach, and other guys that worked with him. Why specifically him?

"Look boy, I see something good in you and I'm planning on retiring soon. I need to know that the shop will be handled well. I've known you for 10 years and I must say you're better than the other guys. I trust you to do this well, please don't fail me now."

"Yeah, I'll help." As soon I said that, I accepted the note in Dale's hand with the address on it. I was supposed to be there as soon as my shift started, which it already had fifteen minutes ago. After clocking in, I got on my bike and drove to the destination. 15 minutes later, I was in front of a big old farm house. This house looked like something you seen on Tv. As soon as I turned off my engine, the man that was named Hershel stepped outside with the help of some woman next to him.

"Hello, I'm Hershel Greene and this is my wife Anette. You must be the guy Dale sent," He said with his hand stretched out.

"Daryl," I said shaking his hand. After shaking hands we headed to his garage where he showed the truck that brought me here. It was a 1971 Chevrolet but it was in bad condition. The car looked like it hadn't been touched for about 10 years or more. This guy had to be joking if he expected me to fix this car. The engine was already probably long gone, it will take a miracle for me to fix this car. Also, didn't Dale say he was giving it to his daughter for her 19th birthday? I wondered what 19 year old girl would like this?

"I know it's in bad shape, but the engine is still running. I had my son test it before he went out of town. I think it needs an oil change, maybe a new battery, and a new paint job, which I'll do after you finishing fixing this car."

"It is in bad condition, but I'll see what I can do." After saying that he left me to get to work on fixing the car. Throughout the day, I wasn't disturbed at all only once when his wife brought me some refreshments. I thanked her and took a small break. It was only 2:00pm and all I got done so far was not much, but it was something. I wouldn't finish today because I needed to get some more parts from the shop. I'd probably be done by tomorrow. My thoughts were interrupted by someone singing.

"Let go of Julie, and take my hand. Let go, it's time to be my man. Let go of Julie, and kiss my face. She's standing; she is standing in my place."

I was little annoyed by the singing, but whoever it was had an amazing voice. Before I knew it I was outside following the source of where the sound was coming from. I stopped only see a girl with pale blonde hair, singing while playing her guitar on the porch. So this must be the daughter he's planning on giving his car too. I wondered if she even likes a gift like that. She seemed like one of those girls who were a real bitch in high school. He would know because he had a crush on of them before and she ended up being a real bitch.

Daryl didn't notice that it was now silent, that the girl had stopped singing. Once he realized he looked back at her to notice she looking at him. It was silent for a while before she spoke,

"I'm sorry if I'm disturbing you. I know you're fixing Daddy's car and all." Taking a real good look at her face now, she had big blue eyes. He thought her beautiful and only that because he knew he was way too old for her. He was about 35 years old and he didn't want to get into any trouble. He already run into trouble multiple times with sheriff Grimes and he didn't want to see him again.

"It's ok. I just wanted to see who was singing, that's all. You have a beautiful voice," After saying that I walked back to the garage not waiting for her response. It was about 5:00 pm when he finished all that he could do. He told Hershel that he will be back tomorrow and left the farm house. He decided instead of heading home, he would visit the bar he went to yesterday. The same thing that happened yesterday happened again today. The only difference was when he left it was raining. When he got home, he immediately crashed on the couch, but before drifting off to sleep he thought about his day. He thought about the man's daughter, but immediately shook those thoughts away. She's only 18 and he here was thinking about her like some old creep. He eventually fell asleep after a few minutes.

The next morning he woke up to being covered with a blanket and the sound of someone snoring quietly next to him. What the hell happened? I don't remember taking nobody home or going to someone else's house. He turned around and nearly jumped out of the bed at who he saw. It was the man's daughter. Did I come back to their house again late at night? No, I know wasn't drunk and even if I was I wouldn't be stupid enough to do this shit. He looked under the blankets and saw that he had nothing but his boxers on. His suspicion had been confirmed. He wasn't one to run, but seeing the situation he was in he had no other choice. He got off the bed the slowly, so he wouldn't wake her up.

As he was putting on his pants, he heard her stir and heard her mumble something under her breath. Oh shit, she's about to wake up soon. He quickly throw on his shirt and just as he was about to leave, she woke up.

"Honey, where are you going? You don't have to be at work for another hour. Come back to bed and maybe we could do round two," she said with a seductive smile on her face. Was this girl trying to kill me? If he father knew what we was doin up her, I would even have a chance to put on my shirt.

Before Daryl could say something, a little girl with brown hair and blue eyes came into the room.

"Now, Sophie, what did I tell you about barging in like that? What if mommy and daddy were inappropriate? "The man daughter said now scolding the little girl. Daryl didn't hear much after that because the word daddy stuck in his head. Daddy who the hell was daddy? The man only man in the room was him and it couldn't be him. What kind of nightmare was he in.

A/N: It's been a while since i wrote a fanfic, but i decided to since i'm in the bethyl shipping mode and i felt like there's no more stories left for me too read. This is my first time writing a bethyl fanfic, so let me know what you think.

Credit: Julie by Emily Kinney.