Please read the author's note at the end! Just some background info you might want to know is this universe is loosely based around the Sons of Anarchy universe with TWD characters (it is not a crossover though so no SOA characters)

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The room she is in is bright and cold, she can feel the goosebumps forming on her bare legs as she shifts in the uncomfortable chair they had instructed her to take a seat in almost an hour ago. She lets out a sigh as she leans forward, bringing her elbow up onto the table so she can rest her chin in her hand. She begins to draw aimless patterns against the cool metal of the tabletop and she doesn't jump when the door is suddenly opened and she sees Deputy Shane Walsh walk in, a manila envelope in his hands and her polite smile only falters slightly - barely enough for either men to notice - when she sees Sheriff Grimes following behind him.

Sheriff Rick Grimes isn't as prepared as her though and once he sees her sitting there she notices his steps falter, his eyes widening slightly and it isn't hard to figure out that he was unaware of who they would be interrogating today; though she figured as much when she walked out of the hospital that afternoon to see the police cruiser parked along the curb, Officer Chamber giving her a sympathetic smile as she asked her to please come with her to the station.

"Hello gentlemen," she speaks up, sitting up straighter in her chair, letting her hands fold loosely together in front of her.

"Howdy Miss Greene," Shane says and before he can say anything more she is speaking up again, catching both men off guard.

"Dixon." she says simply, giving them another sweet smile.

"Pardon?" Rick is the one to speak up first and her smile turns more relaxed as she gives them a small shrug.

"It's Mrs. Dixon now. The wedding was a few weeks ago." she explains briefly, moving her hand to run one of her fingers along the small diamond ring she now wore, the cool silver band barely hiding the two small letters that had been inked along the inside of her finger.

"Really?" Shane questions, his eyebrows shooting up in surprise and she spares a glance at Rick, seeing him look at her with what she would call almost awe.

"Afraid we never got the memo," Rick manages to grit out and she can tell that the news is much more surprising to him than she originally thought.

She simply shrugs, her smile never faltering. "It was just a small gathering, family and friends only. "

"A bit sudden, don't ya think?" Shane implores, bringing his arms up to rest on the table as he leans toward her.

"I'd hardly say so Deputy Walsh. I have been wearing his ink for more than three years now; just finally wanted to make things official." she shrugs again and Shane narrows his eyes at her while Rick shuffles along the mirrored wall in front of her, obviously uncomfortable about this whole situation.

"Right." Shane says, his tone hinting at displeasure and with a rough sigh he drops his hands, picking up the manila envelope again. "Do you know why you're here Mrs. Dixon?" he questions and his tone at the title causes her to bristle, though she works hard to control her reaction.

"I'm sure I can guess," she offers, her tone sweet but also hard, hinting her displeasure over the topic.

"Well why don't you go on and guess then, darlin'." Shane smirks, his tone mocking and she shuffles in her seat, clenching her jaw a bit.

"I'd say it would have somethin' to do with you thinkin' one of the people I care about did somethin' wrong."

Shane smirks and Rick sighs. "You're pretty good at this game Miss Greene."

"It's Mrs. Dixon," She narrows her eyes in agitation. "And it ain't that hard when you're accusing members of my family of crimes they did not commit almost on a weekly basis."

"Just because your family is good at coverin' thier tracks don't mean they didn't commit any -"

"I'm not sayin' anythin' else until my lawyer is present," Beth says fiercely, cutting off Shane before he can finish.

"That won't be neccasary Beth, will it Shane?" Rick pipes up, running his hand along the back of his neck as he stares at his partner.

Shane just smirks in response. "No, no it won't; we're just havin' a friendly conversation here."

"I wouldn't exactly call this friendly," Beth responds, openly glaring at Shane before she calms herself, once again running her finger along the ring on her finger.

"Are you aware that there was body found last night?"

Shane's question is meant to startle her, to catch her off guard but she had a feeling this was why she was here and she doesn't react besides frowning.

"I know nothing about that. I had an early shift at the hospital this morning and then one of your lovely officers were waiting for me when I was preparing to go home."

"Right, and, you're a nurse, correct?"

"I am."

"Tell me, Beth, have you patched up any gunshot wounds recently?"

Beth tilts her head slightly, her gaze never wavering. "I have. You'd have to get clearance to search through the hospital records if you want any more information on that though."

"And off hospital grounds? How many gunshot wounds have you treated then?"

"Shane. You're fishing."

Beth glares at Shane as Rick's voice echoes throughout the room, his warning clear in his tone and Shane just gives a small chuckle, lifting his hands like a surrender.

"You're right, it appears I'm veering off topic, huh? My apologies. Now, back to business...about that body we found last night. Does the name Philip Blake sound familiar to you?"

"Is it supposed to?" Beth asks, not missing a beat.

"It was his body we found and it's been heard around the lot that Mr. Blake had a bit of a rivalry with your husband, ya know, opposing businesses and such."

Sheriff Grimes was right. Deputy Walsh had nothing and he was just merely fishing, it wasn't hard for her to figure that out. They had nothing but speculation and Shane knew that by picking her up, by bringing her in like he had and having her wait here as long as he did she knew word would get out to Daryl. Shane Walsh was nothing but a liar but luckily, with the life she has lived, Beth Dixon was an even better one and she had to hide back her smirk of triumph.

"My husband is a mechanic," she says with a small, incredulous laugh.

Shane scoffs, shaking his head before he quiets, stares at her for a moment. "You know what's sad, I actually believe you might believe that but I gotta ask Mrs. Dixon, if you truly believed your husband was just a mechanic, do ya think your pretty face would be marred by all those scars there?"

"That's enough Shane!"

Rick's voice is loud enough to cause her to jump, echoing throughout the room and she has to close her eyes, forcing herself to take a deep breath as a collection of memories surface beneath her eyelids.

Put it away baby girl, ya gotta put it away.

Her small hands are clenched into tight fists in her lap, the nails biting into her skin but she ignores it, instead allowing her eyes to open slowly and she looks up at Shane again. She can see Rick standing behind him, his face stern as he glares at his partner and she can even admit that Deputy Walsh does seem to be showing a small sliver of guilt at his words.

"If you're going to charge me with something, please do so because if not, I would like to leave." Her voice is hard, emotionless, and Rick sighs, shaking his head in both sympathy and frustration.

"You're not being charged Beth; you're free to go."

She doesn't hesitate to push back her chair and stand up and she is just placing her hand on the handle when she hears Shane's voice again.

"You know, I gotta admit, I find the timing to be awful convenient Mrs. Dixon."

"Timing of what?" she bites back, looking over her shoulder at them.

"Daryl's trial is only a few weeks away and now that you two are married, you won't be subpoenaed to testify against him. Mighty convenient is all."

She inhales slowly, letting the glare slide from her face as she feels her lips give a small twitch, a sweet smile forming on her lips.

"I married Daryl Dixon because I love him. No other reason than that. Have a good day gentlemen."

With that she opens the door and walks out. She ignores the eyes she feels on her as she maneuvers her way through the police station. Her white sundress is skittering around her knees, her black converse sneakers silent as she heads for the exit and she immediately bursts into a smile when she sees the three men waiting for her, their motorcycles still running. She slips down the steps and walks quickly toward them, her eyes landing briefly on Merle and Martinez - both staring at the station with sour expressions that soften once they see her - before she sees Daryl standing up from his seat, his face hard but his eyes soft, filled with nothing but concern for her.

She doesn't hesitate to fling herself into his arms, letting out a sigh of relief when she feels his strong arms wrap around her, feels the cool of his leather vest beneath her fingertips as she reaches her arms up around his neck. She closes her eyes, breathing in his scent as she buries her face into the crook of his neck and he squeezes her one last time before pulling away slightly, bringing his forehead down to rest on hers and when she opens her eyes again she is looking up at his stormy blues and she can't help but smile.

"You okay?" he asks, his voice rough but his concern for her softening it and she welcomes it like a prayer.

She simply nods her head, the movement barely possible with how close they are and he lets out a soft sigh.

"Rick was there," she whispers, her fingers brushing against the soft hair at the base of his scalp. "Seemed like he didn't know."

Daryl nods before he pulls back, letting his hand come up to cup her chin and she leans into him as she feels his thumb brush along her cheek, following the line of the scar she has there and she closes her eyes again when he leans down, placing his lips gently on her temple in a soft kiss.

"Let's get you home." he mumbles then and she nods again before they separate and she immediately climbs on behind him on his bike.

She wraps her arms around him, sliding as close as possible and she lets her head rest between his shoulder blades as he takes off, their brothers flanking them on either side.

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Like I mentioned above, this universe is inspired by Sons of Anarchy meaning mostly that there will be twists on your favorite characters...Daryl isn't always going to be a nice guy and Beth isn't as innocent as she is usually portrayed (if it helps you can picture S5 badass!Beth because that is what I imagine) There isn't one great big story to tell either.

How I've decided to write this story it will be more of a collection of one shots (kind of like LemonStar's Housecall series though I am no way comparing my work to hers) that are all set within this universe.

So yeah...if you have any questions please feel free to ask and you can also request something if you'd like though I do have a rough outline of the first few chapters and please leave me a review! I'm curious what you all would think of this kind of story and your feedback does influence me a lot! :)

*Story title taken from All Time Low's "Timebomb"

Chapter title taken from Major Lazer's "Lean On"