Disclaimer: I didn't place this in chapter one and I apologize. So here we go! I own nothing related to The Walking Dead. I don't known the title either it is a song. (look it up if you'd like to listen to it.) I own my characters I create such as Lacey and any future characters I create but I don't know the face claim for any of them. No copyright intended!

Leyshla Gisel- Thank you kindly for your review and suggestions. To answer your question about Lacey's bbydaddy, that will be revealed later on. I intend to keep it a secret for now, inside and outside the story. Sorry, that Daryl seemed a little OOC, I just imagined that he would be a lot more open with Merle there. But, don't worry you will see season one Daryl once Merle gets left on the roof. Daryl will close himself off to Lacey as well.

It was another normal Georgia day. Hot as hell, and a bright sun shining down on the land making everything hotter. A purple Jeep sat on the side of the road, the hood popped as a body of a woman leaned over it pulling and tugging at cords. Suddenly her hand touched one of the caps and her hand flew back the metal cap burning her hand.

"Shit!" She hissed blowing on her hand.

Lacey felt like she could kill someone right now; she was already late for the gallery now to top it all off her Jeep broke down. And, she had no fucking clue what was wrong with it. She didn't know shit about a car, things couldn't get any worse. Pushing herself out from under the hood she turned leaning against the vehicle. Her attire consisted of a pair of short jean shorts, cowboy boots, and a short sleeve thin shirt. In the back of her Jeep was a bag with her clothes she planned on changing into once she got to the gallery.

Her long blond curls lay down freely over her back, her slender fingers slid through them pushing what was in her face away. "Fuck me…" She yelled stomping her feet against the road walking around to look at her Jeep. The road was clear not a damn car in sight.

"Of course the one fucking time I could use someone there ain't a god…" She trailed off when she spotted a car in the distance.

Her big blue eyes widened in happiness, "Please stop, please stop…" Lacey whispered over and over.

Her eyes traveled to the tires of her Jeep, one looked like it was deflated. Could she have a flat? Is that what was wrong?

"Well, that shows how much you know about a damn car Lacey…" She muttered sneering at the tires.

Her attention was suddenly brought from her car when she heard the car coming closer. Her head whipped around just as the car came by her. Sadly all she saw was her blond hair in her eyes cause of she moved so fast she made her hair whip around as well. Pushing her hair out of her eyes as fast as she could she looked around to see if she could see the car.

There it was parking in front of her Jeep, a police Cruiser. What luck, a police man was her knight in shining armor… She didn't know if she should be happy, or not. Even though Lacey wasn't hiding anything illegal in her Jeep, cops still rubbed her the wrong way. Maybe because all the ones she'd met were fat slobs that were pervs as well. Her attention was brought to the car back when she heard the Cruiser in front of her turn off and the door open. Staring over at it she saw a tall handsome man come from out from inside the car.

Lacey found herself staring at him… Well more like drooling at him. His dark thick curls on top his head made her yearn to run her fingers in them, she couldn't see his eyes cause of his sunglasses, but god his body… All those muscles, that pushed against his uniform it was like he wasn't wearing a shirt. All she saw were muscles. Forcing her eyes away from him she bit down on her bottom lip.

'Get a grip Lace! This ain't no time to be making sex faces at a cop!' the voice in her head yelled at her. She could see her wiggling her finger at her in shame.

"Hey there!" She heard someone call out, her attention was brought from her head to the cop that was coming her way. "What seems to be da' problem, Miss?"

'I will not blush!' she kept chanting in her head. Dammit she felt like a little high school girl swooning over the football star.

"Oh, um… I.. my Jeep." She finally got ahold of herself and spoke up looking at him.

"What wrong with it, Miss?" He asked coming over to look under the hood.

"No clue… I was on my way to work… And it just gave out… I ain't the best with cars." Lacey shrugged smiling a crooked smile.

Lacey wasn't ashamed of saying what she wasn't good at. Everyone had flaws, and things they weren't good at… anything to do with cars was just one of Lacey's weaknesses. Suddenly she heard the officer chuckle.

"An honest girl… I like that." He laughed flashing her a grin.

Now that grin is what made her blush, she hadn't blushed when she watched him walk over, or even when she was talking to him. But his laugh… God! It made her red as a beet. The officer came from under the hood to look at her.

"It looks like ya' water pump is Leaking, it might be broken."

'Tell me something I don't know…' Lacey thought within her head, though she wasn't speaking about the 'water pump' in her car… She was referring to something different. Naughty thoughts circled her head about how he could 'fix' it.

'Lacey White! Stop gushing over the cop and get your damn head out of the gutter! He's talking about the pump on the car, not what's between your damn legs you slut!' The voice in her head scolded her making her cheeks turn slightly redder. Seriously this had to stop… She was gushing over a cop she'd just met, like he was the last man on earth and like she was a fresh virgin!

He walked over to her looking over the Jeep. When his eyes fixed on the back tire, slowly he walked over to it pushing at it with his foot. "I think ya' tire is flat too." He glanced over at her flashing her a grin once again.

"Fucking great!" She pushed her head back closing her eyes. "Fuck me!" She growled stomping her foot on the ground.

The officer grinned at her rather darkly as he watched her get upset over her Jeep. It was actually a sight to watch the pretty young girl stomp around.

"I can call ya' a tow-truck." He offered leaning against the back of her Jeep his hands crossed over that broad chest of his.

"I didn't want to call a tow-truck… I thought I could fix the problem and get back on the damn road…" She pouted her bottom lip poking out as she stared at her Jeep. "I am late for… Work I don't have time to have a messed up car."

"How about this, I'll call the tow-truck, and once they tow ya Jeep to the shop I'll escort ya' to ya' work myself. And, once ya' off I'll pick ya' up. If the shop is closed, I'll take ya' to ya' home. And in the morning I'll pick ya' up and take ya' to the shop." He offered her another offer smiling at her.

Lacey smiled over at him what other choice did she have? Stand there all day and hope her Jeep magically becomes fixed? She thought not.

"Deal." She nodded grinning over at him.

In moments he pulled out his cell phone and dialed a number he said a few things to the person on the other line then told them where they were and hung up.

"They'll send a truck out in about ten."

"Great!"

She cheered softly as she leaned against the front of her Jeep staring off into the sky. She didn't mean to be rude to him but at the moment she was trying to keep the hot officer out of her thoughts. Suddenly she felt someone beside her glancing over in the corner of her eye she saw he'd moved to beside her. Great, he was making her uncomfortable once again.

"So, I never got your name, Miss." He finally spoke staring off into the sky as well.

"That's cause I never gave it, officer." She grinned looking over at him.

His head turned to look back at her as he grinned down at her. "Well, m' names Shane." He introduced himself to her.

"Lacey… Lacey White." She finally introduced herself to him.

"Nice to meet you Lacey." Shane was being polite, while this made her smile turning back to look up into the sky things became silent between the two once again.

It wasn't a weird silence, it was comfortable. Finally they heard the sound of the tow-truck behind them. Pushing themselves off the Jeep they turned around to look at the tow-truck. Once the tow-truck stopped Shane started talking to the man then pointed over to her more than likely telling him that it was her Jeep. The man that was driving the tow-truck came up to her introducing himself then told her that he'd be taking her Jeep to the shop.

Once the man towed her Jeep away Shane walked over to his Cruiser opening the passenger side door for her. "Your chariot my lady." He said grinning over at her.

She had her bag slung over her shoulder that she'd grabbed from her Jeep walking over to the Cruiser she nodded slipping into the passenger side. "What a gentleman." She teased.

Shane slipped into the driver seat cranking the car up they started off down the road. "So where is that you are heading Lacey?" He asked.

Lacey told him the address to the gallery as she leaned against back against the seat. The two started a little small talk, just asking little questions while the other answered. Within fifteen minutes they were in front of the art gallery. She looked over at Shane flashing him a smile. "Thank you Shane."

She then leaned over and kissed his cheek softly. "I should be done by 5." She told him since he'd offered to pick her up and help her get her car. If the garage was closed he'd offered to help her get it in the morning.

"Alright, my princess. Your chariot shall return then to pick you up." He joked lightly nodding to her.

This caused her to laugh as she shook her head stepping out of the car she held her bag tightly in her arms. "Bye."

"Good bye, darl'n."

With that she closed the door and he drove off. She stared after the cruiser in shock. He'd just called her darling. He'd .Just. Called. Her. Darling! Shaking off the shock she turned around heading into the art gallery.

"You're late Lovelace!" A woman with a clipboard, she had short firy red hair in the style of a pixie cut, and a woman's dress suite on. Her face was wrinkled with age, making her appear maybe in her mid to late 50's.

"Diane… It's my show. My art that's on display and that is going to be sold later this week… I don't think I need to be here to tell the men how to place my work up." Lacey grinned over at her lawyer.

"Lacey…" Diane started to say but Lacey cut her off.

"Diane… Chill out. My car messed up on the way here. I didn't have a signal on my crappy ass phone. So I was trying to find out what was wrong…" Lacey was interrupted by a snort of laughter coming from Diane.

Lacey grinned but it quickly turned into a slight glare at the lawyer that was snorting in laughter at her.

"Well we know how good you are at cars don't we Lovelace." Diane chuckled.

"Anyway… After standing there trying to find out what was wrong I gave up. And lucky for me a handsome cop rode by and helped me. Called a tow-truck, and took me here, even said he would take me to pick my Jeep up, and if the shop was closed when I got off he would pick me up tomorrow and take me." Lacey breathed after she was finished feeling like she'd say all that in one breath even though she hadn't.

"Lacey… That cop wanted between your legs sweetie." Diane told her.

"Well… With a body like his Diane, he can get between my legs all he wants." Lacey half-jokingly laughed as she headed to the bathroom to change with Diane close behind her.

"So he was handsome I take it?"

'Dumb question.' Lacey thought as she looked at Diane.

"Handsome doesn't come close to this man Diane… He was fu-…Hot." Lacey was about to say Fucking but knew how Diane hated that word. And, she really didn't want to hear Diane yell at her for using that word.

"Hot huh? Looks like our little Lovelace had been bitten by the love bug." Diane grinned over at her while she was looking in the mirror in the bathroom running her fingers through her hair primping it.

Lacey was standing in the middle of the bathroom taking off her clothing she'd been wearing putting on the other clothes.

"Diane… He called me Darling… well it was more like Darl'n…" Lacey tried to mimic him and his deep southern voice but failed. "And, it made my heart skip a beat. It made me feel like I was about to melt." Lacey almost squeaked.

Diane chuckled softly as she leaned against one of the sinks staring at the young artist. "Damn, sweetie you got it bad huh?"

"Bad… ain't even the word Diane…" Lacey laughed slipping on her button up blouse buttoning it up as she walked over to the mirror taking the brush from Diane and brushing her long blond curls pulling them into a tight bun and using the hair bands to fix it into place. Lastly she slipped on the jacket Diane was holding for her on turning and doing many poses in the mirror looking at herself at different angles.

"Well, my love-struck Lovelace… Let's get going and finish everything up." Diane ushered Lacey out of the bathroom and down the hall to the main room where all different pieces of art were placed up.

Five o'clock just couldn't come fast enough for the young artist, she was counting the seconds until she saw her cop once again.

A/N:

Ah, chapter two… There you are.

As you have read in the description the even chapters are going to be Lacey's life leading up to Chapter 1. As you all saw in chapter 1 Lacey and Shane knew each other from the past. And, now you see how they met. (Much like she met the Dixon's)

I imagined that when Lacey is trying to mimic Shane's Darl'n she kinda looks/sounds/acts like Sookie in True Blood when she mimic's Bills 'Sookeh'. (If you don't know what I am talking about then ignore this or feel free to look it up. xD

Diane might become a recurring character outside the past chapters. I might bring her into the story in present day. Might even pair her up with someone (If you have any ideas as to who let me know. I love ideas from my readers.)

Next, Lacey's pregnancy won't be revealed to the others any time will be the father to her baby. I'll have to leave you all guessing until later on in the story. (Not to long into it I promise.)

Well, hope you all enjoyed. Chapter three shall be out soon.