AN: I've just fallen in love with the idea of a Beth + Daryl paring, and so I thought I'd try my hand at writing a story with these two characters. I'm not sure where or how this story is going to turn out, but I hope it goes somewhere good. P.S I apologize for any spelling and/or grammatical errors this story wholes. I'm the only editor and I might not get every one.
All recognizable characters are not my own, and are the property of the lovely creator of The Walking Dead.
Chapter 1
The fall
When I was seven, I would ride around on one of those old metal low rider bicycles, I'd do it almost everyday, after school or on the weekends. When thinking about it, I remember the feel of the wind in my hair, and how by the end of the ride I'd have a strong pain in my arm from holding on to tight. The kid that I'd always get to ride with me, was Timmy, he was new to Georgia I think. My sister Maggie would always tease me saying that he liked me and that it was the only reason he'd do whatever I asked or always wanted to hangout. But I've always known it was because he was lonely. Being the new kid was always lonely, but then I again I wouldn't know; I've never been the new kid.
One day Timmy and I were doing our normal rounds, riding along the dart road that connected our driveways, the bumps giving each of us a little jump every time we'd go over one. I'm not sure how it happened but I remember ending up on the ground with a stinging pain in my ankle, a gash on my elbow, and the sound of my name being called from far down the road, where I could see my father running too me at what seemed like full speed. However what's most clear to my memory is that after that day, I wasn't aloud to see Timmy anymore, and that not long after that, there where moving tucks parked in front of his house. Just like the first day he and his family moved in. After that summer the first time that I've ever fell off a bike. It was the first time that I really realized how actions really affected the out come of everyone's life. Be falling off a bike it caused me not being able to see Timmy, and in the end leaving him alone and by himself, causing Timmy later to moving, and at last me ending up with my own pink bike with matching pink training wheels. Even eleven years later I find myself riding my bike down that same dirt road, the same road that connects my little blue house to the rest of the outside world every summer. And now that I really think about it, if it wasn't for me falling off that bike along time ago, I would have never gotten my own. I would never be riding it down this road at such a speed, that when I turned my head to watch the fields crawl by, I would have never met the blue eyes of Daryl Dixon.