If you like witty banter and sexual tension, this is the fic for you. Full on Bethy AU that is the brain child of my PIC - thejennakayshow. Enjoy my Bethyl lovelies. Drop me a line and let me know what you think. Bethyl on!

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Chapter 1: In the Beginning

Beth's breath was hot on his neck as he lowered himself down on her. Her small hands were sliding under his wife-beater, her fingertips ghosting over his abdomen.

She looked at him as if to tell him it was alright, but at that moment it really wasn't. He wanted to rip that little black satin dress from her body and take her on that big bed. He wanted to taste her lips until the cherry lip gloss was only a memory. He wanted to fist his hands in her long blonde hair, pulling her head back and claiming her slender neck.

There was so much he wanted to do to her in that moment that it made the lust driven man in him feel intoxicated from her scent. It wasn't just her perfume, is was that all-consuming smell of her arousal.

She wanted him and by god, he wanted to be deep inside her plush pink velvet.

"Daryl," she breathed out as his lips traveled from her neck to the sweat covered skin between her breasts.

"Yeah," he mumbled out between kisses.

"That's a wrap… great job you two." The director of the music video called cut and Daryl looked up at Beth with her blown pupils and dark sapphire eyes, wondering how the hell they got to this point.

*In the Beginning*

Daryl felt a little better than he did yesterday. After two days on the road with this motley crew, he was more than ready to drown himself with Mr. Jack.

He walked into the nightclub, sipping on a glass of ginger ale when Glenn walked up to him.

Rhee's big goofy grin was not what he needed today. Rick had already busted his balls for missing auditions for their new lead singer and Merle was calling him a pussy for passing out after he'd finished the bottle.

"Not now Glenn," Daryl grumbled out as he sat down at the table closest to the stage. He looked up to see Tara tuning her guitar and Glenn walking over to his drums.

A pretty little blonde thing walked out and took the mic, her big doe eyes and peppy smile making her look like Rebecca of Sunnybrook Farms.

She began to sing the first song for the gig tonight and he furrowed his eyebrows.

"Glenn… what the fuck?" Daryl stood up and slung his arms, scaring the pretty little thing on stage.

Glenn jumped down from the stage, looking at Daryl like he needed a strait jacket.

"You missed auditions and all of us agreed, she's the one. Rick likes her and he took your vote." Glenn watched Daryl as he stomped off towards the bar.

Daryl leaned over, grabbing the low shelf booze and pouring himself a drink.

"I told you to hire a lead singer, not a teeny bop wanna be. We sing rock, not that pop crap I know she listens to. If I wanted Taylor fucking Swift, I'd said so." Daryl was fuming and the drink sliding down his throat wasn't easing his anger.

"She's Maggie's little sister and she's really good. I can't believe you aren't gonna give her a chance." Glenn stood beside him, taking the tumbler from his hand.

"I'm not hiring her because she's your piece of ass's sister. It ain't my problem if you get laid or not," Daryl snarled at him, taking the drink back.

Beth walked towards them, looking at Glenn for some answers. "Is there a problem?"

"Yeah, there is. That wasn't rock, sweetheart. You sound like Britney Spears, fresh out of the Mickey Mouse Club." Daryl's eyes locked with hers and for a moment he found himself getting lost in those deep blue pools.

"Okay," Beth said with a smile and went back up to the stage. Tara stuck her tongue out at Daryl as he and Glenn took their places.

"Ain't it fun on three," Glenn said and Daryl began to play the opening chords.

Beth took the mic again, singing it with so much conviction, it was as if she was singing just for Daryl.

The song ended and Beth had laid it all out there. Her voice hit all the right notes, her pitch was damn near perfect.

Daryl rested his bass on his lap, letting his hand hanging over it. "Not bad. We need Joan Jett and you sound like a pop versus of Amy Lee."

Tara placed her guitar in the stand and stood beside Beth. "I like her Daryl."

"You would," he bit back, smirking at the glare on Tara's face.

"That's enough. She's the new leader sing of Double Enterdre and that's it," Rick spoke up from the back of the room, his voice booming over everything.

Daryl hung his head, knowing he was outnumbered. The band was his and Glenn's baby, but Rick was the money behind it.

"Fine," Daryl huffed out as he looked at the set list on the floor.

Beth walked over to him in her cutoff shorts and white mid-drift top letting him know she was indeed a woman.

"I'm Beth… Greene. Glenn told me you're the best bass player he's ever heard." She tried to get him to look at her to no avail. Daryl kept his eyes on the floor and his fingers on his bass.

"Beth… your name even sounds like a pop princess." He was being snarky and he knew it, but he really didn't want their band's badass image getting ruined by fucking Rapunzel.

Beth stood there looking at him, wondering if any one person could be that damn rude.

"I'm not a pop princess, but I can sing just about anything. Can I ask you something?" Beth placed her hands on her hips, causing the mid-drift top to rise a little more.

"Yeah… shot." Daryl plucked a few chords as she squatted down and caught his gaze.

"Why don't you like me?" Beth's eyes were set on him and he had to look up to get away from her steely gaze.

"I don't gotta like ya, darlin'." He placed the bass on the bar stool behind him and walked off the stage.

"You know what… you're a dick!" Beth screamed at him as she went back to the mic stand.

Daryl stormed off to the van they had called home for the past several months and slung the door open. He sat down on the edge of the opening, taking out a smoke.

He'd barely lit it when she came walking up to him, her ponytail swaying back and forth.

"Answering me something… do you sing?" Beth crossed her arms over his chest, her eyes burning back like two blue coals.

"No… not a lick," Daryl answered her back as he took a long drag off his cigarette.

"When you do, then you can talk shit to me. Until then, keep her trap shut." Beth turned on her heels and walked back into the nightclub.

Merle walked around from the equipment van, grinning like the cat that ate the canary.

"She sure did bust your balls, little brother. I like her, she's feisty." Merle kept chuckling at Daryl's tongue lashing as he took the amps into the club.

After he stubbed his smoke out, he went back into the club to have a talk with money man.

Rick looked at him as he walked towards him, shaking his head before Daryl had even sat down.

"Don't start. She's staying. Besides, we got Abe Ford from MotherDick Records coming tonight and if he likes what he hears, you guys could be making your own music. So suck it up, Dixon." Rick leaned back on the bar stool, placing his elbows on the bar.

Daryl did just that, he played the complete set list while the pop diva extraordinaire crooned them out. She wasn't Jenna by any means, that girl could sing the walls down. When the suit from the record label told them they wanted her and not the band, Daryl knew he had to let her go. She was his best friend, besides Glenn, but this was her big break.

They had finished rehearsing for the night and Daryl was about to head to the van when he heard someone singing from behind the stage.

And it's been awhile

Since I could hold my head up high

And it's been awhile

Since I first saw you

And it's been awhile

Since I could stand on my own two feet again

And it's been awhile

Since I could call you

Daryl walked towards that sound like a month diving down towards the flame. It was like a siren call, singing straight to his heart. He loved that song, it was the one song that described his fucked up life to the letter.

"Hey, Tara." He pulled back the curtain to see Beth sitting on a crate, writing in a journal.

"Not Tara," she said back as she ignored him. She stopped singing and Daryl stood frozen to the spot, waiting for her to sing again.

"Sing some more," Daryl asked her, as he leaned back against the cinder block wall.

"I thought my singing annoyed you." Beth looked back over to him, closing her journal.

"Well, that song... you sing it pretty good." He hated to admit that to her after the way he ripped into her earlier.

Beth stood up, tucking her journal under her arm. She leaned close to him, her body only inches from his.

"I'll have to remember that for tonight," she said in a low, sultry tone as she licked her lips.

Daryl couldn't move as he watched her walked away, her perfect little ass drawing his attention.

'Get a grip, Dixon. She's not your type' he told himself as he had to unglue his eyes from her backside.

She went back to the dressing room to find just the perfect dress for tonight. Her nerves were getting to her, causing her to pick at her cuticles. As she looked in the mirror, she tried to figure out who that girl was looking back at her. That wasn't her, that girl that just lashed out at Daryl or teased him so coyly. That wasn't her at all. She had seen Maggie lose her shit lots of times, so she chalked it up to her Greene temper she usually kept in check.

Tara knocked on her door, seeing how nervous she was. "It's gonna be okay, Beth. You got the talent girl and I'm gonna give you the look."

They both went through Tara's trunk of goodies, finding a few items that were sure to make Beth look rock glamorous.

It was ten minutes before show time when Daryl knocked on Beth's dressing room door. "Hey, sweetheart. Ten minutes. Everyone is already on stage. You gonna join us or should I tell everyone to go home."

Beth closed her eyes, letting out a cleansing breath. "You got this, Greene."

"Beth?" Daryl said her name again, with his hand on the door handle.

"On my way," she shouted back as she slipped on the black high heel studded pumps.

The band was getting ready to play when the house lights went down. Tara had stepped behind her keyboard when they hear Beth belt out acapella style, the beginning of the song.

Don't cry to me.

If you loved me,

You would be here with me.

You want me,

Come find me.

Make up your mind.

She slowly stepped out from behind the curtain, the tips of her studded heels dragging the ground as she made her way to the front of the stage.

Daryl couldn't take his eyes off of her. Her black leather pants fit her ass like a glove and that gray muscle shirt was dropping low on the sides, showing off that sexy as hell black push up bra. Her blonde hair had been styled into a messy faux hawk, pulled back into a ponytail, with braids on the sides.

She was a rock goddess as she sang the song with such power, such energy that any doubts Daryl had left were all erased.

Beth was glorious as she dipped her hips to the beat of his bass, twirled her ass to the sway of the guitar and thrust out to the beat of the drum.

The song had ended and Daryl wasn't sure what song was next. He moved his bass down lower, to hide the rather hard bulge that was now pressing against his zipper.

Beth winked at him as she went into the next song. She walked over to him, placing her arm on his shoulder and letting the sassy lyrics of Misery Business fall from her lips.

When she hit the chorus, she leaned her back against his and bent into him. He could feel her ass pushing against him, causing his dick to twitch against this low slung bass.

Song Credits: Ain't It Fun by Paramore / It's Been Awhile by Staind / Call Me When You're Sober by Evanescence / Misery Business by Paramore