WHEW! This chapter took me 2 days to write and I hope that you like it. Special thanks to Niffer for following me over to my new story! And also to Neeh for her nice review too! Any thing in BOLD in this story is all PAST so you know what's what. Now On with the show…

BTW I don't own any songs or any WD characters. If I owned Daryl I'd never leave the house!

The moon was shining on the lake at night

The slayer T-shirt fit the scene just right

Through smeared mascara

I looked into your eyes and saw a light

You told me stories about your chickadees

They didn't like BB guns or stupid archery

You charmed the lifeguard He let them use the pool all day for free

Then the conversation stopped And I looked down at my feet

I was next to you and you were right there next to me

Then I said Girl, if you're wondering if I want you to (I want you to)

I want you to So make the move (make the move)

cause I ain't got all night

…..Weezer (Girl *if your wondering*)

Chapter 2

Merle's truck pulled into the bar parking lot, kicking up dust in it's wake. He had an "Itch" to go out that night and wanted Daryl in tow. After a long day at the bike shop Daryl would have been content with going home, cracking open a beer and falling asleep in front of the T.V. But Merle insisted on heading out for some "quality time" with him. Even going as far as offering to drive, a gesture that was half hearted knowing full well he'd be driving back home when Merle either got to drunk or found some random woman to go home with, which was probably his motive all along. The truck stopped hard into an empty spot as Merle slammed it into park. He turned and punched the younger Dixon in the arm jolting him from his thoughts.

"Ya look like I jus' ran over yer dog boy. What? Ya to good to hang wit yer big brother?"

Daryl grunted, wondering where this kind of attentiveness was when he was younger.

"Come on Merle. Ya know I don' like crowds."

Merle sat back in the drivers seat, narrowing his eyes.

"Ya don't like crowds? Ya don't like crowds…boy ya better learn to like somthin other 'n huntin and runnin round' them backwoods. I taught ya all that fer survival not so ya could be some kinda antisocial George of the jungle. Now we're gonna go in there, drink, have a couple'a laughs and god willin get us some country pussy. Take that dress off'n at least act happy."

Merle slid out of the truck and slammed the door behind him, strolling casually into the bar and waving at a few of the bikers parked outside. Daryl sat for a few moments, allowing his brothers words to sink in. He knew better than to argue with Merle, especially if there would be liquor involved later on. Plus, the growing irritation and dryness in his mouth made the promise of alcohol all the more tempting. He ran a hand through his hair and sighed loudly before jumping out of the truck and slamming the door behind him.

BUD'S was your typical rowdy beer and shot place where most of the blue collar boys would meet up after work to drink and complain about their jobs or wives and girlfriends. On the weekends, it was a place for bikers and fighting. Listening to men tell war stories waiting to impress the next drunk girl that might be listening. Daryl walked in, squinting through the smoke and bright neon beer signs. He saw Merle towards the back of the bar already with a girl under each arm, giggling loudly at everything that came out of his mouth. Daryl wondered if the girls would be so buddy buddy if they knew Merle was screwing them both. Just depended on what day of the week it was. Daryl raised a hand up to his older brother who stopped his conversation with the bar skanks to make him aware he had seen him. Merle whispered something to the big breasted blonde on his left causing them all to stop and look over at Daryl before erupting into fits of laughter.

Aw Fuck you Merle. This is exactly why I didn't wanna come here. He thought huffing and plopping himself onto a bar stool. His eyes moved from side to side making sure no one would sit down to bother him.

"Get ya somethin' doll?"

Cloudy blue eye's looked up to meet dark chocolate ones. The girl smiling on the other side of the bar was a bartender he had never seen before. She was beautiful. Perfect skin, perfect tight body, long black hair that cascaded past her shoulders ending just above the cleavage peeking out from the tight green tank top and making the heat rise up into Daryl's cheeks.

"Hello?"

"Uh…" Daryl cleared his throat "Yeah lemme git a Bud and a double shot a 'Soco"

She smiled and winked at him, turning to retrieve the items. Daryl stretched his neck up trying to get a better look at her ass. Yup. Perfect too. She slid the drinks over to him.

"8 even"

He grabbed the shooter of Southern Comfort, downing it quickly and wincing slightly at the sweet burn down his throat.

"I'm sure Merle has a tab back there, jus' throw 'em on his."

"You got it hon" she smiled brightly before walking over to the next customer. Again, Daryl couldn't take his eyes off her and mentally reprimanded himself for acting like a kid with raging hormones.

"Well as I live and breathe! Is that Daryl Dixon brooding at the end of my bar!"

He smiled hearing the sing song voice behind him. Manicured red nails ran across his shoulder blades and pulled him in for a quick squeeze. Luann or 'LuLu' as the customers knew her, was the owner of the bar. She had acquired it in the divorce from her third husband Buddy. She looked good for a woman in her late forties. Blonde hair pulled into a French twist. Bright red lips to match her low cut tank top. She and Merle had a fling a few years back but like most women, he grew tired of her. He reached over and returned the hug.

"How ya doin LuLu"

"Same shit diff'n day baby. Where ya been lately? Rather see you than that asshole brother o' yers."

Clearly the woman still had some unresolved feelings about the 'break up.'

"Been round" he said, pushing the bottle back to his lips and returning his attention to the bartender. Lulu followed his gaze.

"Ah that's my new girl. Sweet as candied yams and rough round the edges. Perfect fer here. Hey Ra!"

The younger girl turned from the register, walking over to her boss.

"Ra, this is Merle's brother…"

"Daryl" she said, cutting Lulu off.

"You've met?"

Ra pointed at the tag on his dirty work shirt.

"Kinda gave it away. Plus I've heard Merle mention you before."

Daryl took another drink from his bottle, swallowing hard. He had hoped Merle 'mentioning' him wasn't during a sweaty romp in the back of his pick up truck

"Names Raven. But you can just call me Ra."

She extended a hand to him. He excepted, mesmerized at the silky touch of her skin and wondering if the rest of her body felt the same way.

"Raven? What kinda name is that?"

His eyes shot up to look at her when he realized how insulting it probably sounded. She just smiled and reached down to pour him another shot. He liked that smile.

"It's Indian" she replied.

"Creek?"

"Cherokee"

"An what brought ya here?"

She poured herself a shot as well, tapping the side of his glass before throwing it back.

"Moved back here from Oklahoma awhile ago. Just helping out my daddy."

Lulu grinned at the pairs exchange.

"Hey Ra, Leah's gonna be here any minute so you're free to leave."

She nudged Daryl's arm motioning towards the girl.

"Uh…Buy ya a drink?" he spat out awkwardly.

"Sure let me count out and I'll be right back."

She grabbed the jar next to the register and headed to the office.

"Ya,She'll be right back" Lulu said, slapping his arm playfully. She turned to see Merle strolling over in their direction. Lulu grimaced and jumped off her stool.

"I'm gonna go…help her out"

Merle watched Lulu's backside as she walked away, whistling and slapping his brother on the back.

"I'll tell ya what, I put a lot of miles on that one but she's still my favorite ride."

Daryl took another drink from his beer, hoping his brother would leave before Ra got back.

"Did ya get to see the new lil bird behind the bar. Mmm, love to git me summa' that. She's harder to get into than Fort Knox."

The younger Dixon sighed with relief. Was it possible his brother found a girl he couldn't charm into bed? The office door opened and Ra walked out, her smile wavering slightly at the sight of Merle.

"Well if it ain't my lil Cherokee rose." he said, looking her up and down.

"How ya doing Merle?" She responded, trying to hide the irritation in her voice. She would never be his anything.

"I'd be better if I could get ya a shot and in to a hotel room."

She giggled making both Merle and Daryl look at her confused.

"I'll take a shot of Jameson"

Merle smiled triumphantly and motioned for the bartender. Daryl felt the sting of disappointed and jealousy rise up in the pit of his stomach. She was to good to be true anyway. Just as the shot was passed to Ra, Lulu walked out from the office.

"Hey Lu," Ra yelled "Merle bought ya a shot."

Daryl laughed into his beer bottle while the older Dixon looked back and forth between the two women.

"Leah lemme get 2 Buds please. Are you any good at pool? Ra asked turning to Daryl.

"Damn near unbeatable"

"Well show me what you got cowboy" she smiled and grabbed the beers off the bar. Daryl stood up trying to conceal the big smile on his face, turning back for a moment to shrug at his brother. Merle watched as they walked off together, mumbling a few choice words under his breath. He felt two small arms snake around his muscular one.

"Oh Merle I'd knew you'd come round"

He looked down into Lulu's beaming eyes, cocking his head to the side and shrugging as well. Hey, already serviced pussy is better than none he thought.

Daryl and Ra played round after round of pool. Trash talking and drinking. She drank like a fish and talked like a sailor but somehow maintained a feminine quality which he noticed every time she bent over to make a shot. He practically had to lean on his hands to stop himself from grabbing her and having his way on top of the pool table. He learned her dad was a true blue Georgia country boy who owned a mechanic shop not to far from the bar. Her mother was pure Cherokee Indian. She died of cancer when she was just 14. He found himself asking her anything just to hear the sound of her voice, watching her every move. Each hand gesture and movement of her body being tucked away to memory. He watched as the 8 ball went into the side pocket leading Ra to laugh and jump up and down a few times. She leaned against the table with a cocky smirk.

"Thought you were unbeatable there hot stuff? So tell me why I once again kicked your ass"

Hot stuff? No one had ever referred to Daryl Dixon as "Hot stuff"

"Cause I let ya win"

Her mouth dropped open as Daryl took another shot from the tray on the table.

"Oh ya let me win did ya? What was my handicap?"

"Bein a woman" he smirked.

The comment would have been insulting, but Ra couldn't fight off a laugh.

"Well this WOMAN just kicked your ass."

"Eh, you cheated."

"Oh" she said coming around the pool table to stand in front of him. "Care to make a bet then?"

She reached over and grabbed the beer out of his hands and took a drink. He watched her lips wrap around the neck of the bottle.

"What kinda bet?"

"Whatever you want. You're the one letting me win. You pick."

He thought for a moment, smiling inwardly at all the dirty things that past through his mind. Not wanting to scare her off he said the more appropriate thing as he reached over to grab his cue.

"Alright, if I win I get to take you out."

She tilted her head slightly "What are we doing right now?"

"Bar ain't a proper first date."

She liked that answer. She was liking everything about this man.

"Alright than if I win I get to take YOU out. Now rack'em. I'm going to get more beer."

Daryl watched her walk up to the bar, shaking his head with a smile. This girl was definitely unlike any girl he'd ever met.

"Hey Leah, Let me get two more beers and two more shots please."

"Sure thing honey"

Ra tapped her fingers against the top of the bar grinning widely. It had been a long time since she had had this much fun. Between working at her dad's shop and bartending, it didn't leave much time for herself. How lucky did she get to spend that time with someone as hot and funny as Daryl. Hard to believe he was related to someone like Merle. Just then, two hands came up on each side of her, resting on top of the bar. She was shocked at how brave Daryl had become. Must be the alcohol. Then she noticed the tattoo.

"Ya must think yer some hot piece'a ass up there with my baby bro. But any good hunter can smile bad game from a mile away."

Merle's breath was so thick with whiskey it burned her eyes. She pushed his arm away and squeezed past him.

"You're drunk Merle"

He laughed and leaned his elbow down on the bar.

"An I intend to get more drunk. An' ya know when I'm drunk I kin go fer hours." He wagged his eyebrows up and down.

"That's great Merle. I'm sure Lu will appreciate that later."

Ra grabbed the bottles off the bar and turned to walk away but not before Merle reached over and grabbed her arm, causing a beer to shatter to the ground and the entire bars attention to shift to them. Including Daryl's.

"I ain' talkin bout Lu. I'm talkin' bout you lil Indian girl."

"There a problem here bro?" Daryl walked up behind her and put a hand on her lower back.

"I was jus' askin yer lil bird here how she would like to get with a real man"

Daryl grimaced half out of anger and half out of embarrassment. He hated when Merle got this drunk. He reached back up to grab Ra but Daryl smacked his hand away with a loud slap.

"Oh ya grow a pair baby brother. Or ya tryin to impress yer new girlfrien'?

"She ain' my girlfriend Merle. Why don' I take ya home?"

Merle pulled his arm away and stumbled back onto a stool.

"Do I look like I'm wearin a skirt son? Than don' tell me what to do."

"Fine" Ra said grabbing her purse "Then I'll leave."

She began walking towards the door and Daryl turned back to his brother mouthing the words "What The Fuck" before running after her. Merle took another shot, looking in the direction where the two had just been and laughed quietly to himself.

Outside, Daryl chased Ra over to her truck.

"Ra wait up! Hey look I'm sorry bout' Merle. He gets a lil outta control when he drinks. He's harmless really."

"Ya as harmless as a rattlesnake and twice as sweet."

Daryl bit his lower lip, trying to think of what to say.

"Well it's late either way and I gotta open up my daddy's shop in the morning"

"Yeah I understand. Well I guess I'll be seein ya around then"

He turned and began walking back towards the bar getting ready to yell at Merle for messing up his chances with the first girl he'd been interested in in probably ever.

"Hey Dixon!"

He turned back to her. His breath catching in his throat. She looked beautiful standing there, the wind kicking up and blowing black strands of hair across her face. She smiled slyly.

"You're right. I was cheating. Guess that means I gotta take you out. How's Friday?"

Daryl smirked "Friday is just fine."

"See ya then" she said with a wink before jumping into her truck and pulling out of the lot. He watched a few minutes more, stupidly hoping she would pull back in, throw him in her truck and crawl on top of him. He shook his head. Somehow he had a feeling that after tonight. Nothing would be the same.

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Present Day…..

"What are ya doin here Ra?"

She walked over and pulled the blade from the walkers head.

"Wow Ra! Thanks for saving my life. Super glad you're not dead like everyone else!" she said mockingly.

"I woulda had it covered if ya didn't show up"

She rolled her eyes and directed her attention back to the rest of the party, extending her hand out to Dale.

"Raven Dixon" she said breathlessly

"Dale. And this is Glenn T-dog and Carol"

Before she could address any of them. Daryl cut her off.

"Raven Dixon? Don't ya mean Raven Brooks?"

"Our divorce was never finalized Daryl. But hey, next lawyer walker we run into I'll have draw up some papers."

He looked at her blankly while the other turned to hide their laughter. They just met her but liked her already. She had his number and they knew it. It wasn't everyday in the zombie apocalypse they found someone to shut up Daryl Dixon. He kicked his heel against the asphalt like a toddler that had just been reprimanded and stomped towards another car.

"How'd you make it out here alone honey?" Dale asked.

"I've only been alone the last 2 days. The last person with me was bit during an attack at night. Former boss of mine."

That caught Daryl's attention.

"Luann?"

She nodded, looking down at the pavement.

"What about yer dad?"

"He was the first. Before we even had a chance to get out of the house." She blinked back the tears and turned away from him.

"Sorry" Daryl said tightly. He struggled with the feeling of wanting to run to her, wrap his arms around her and vow that nothing would ever happen to her as long as he was around. But his pride held him back. He couldn't deny his feelings for her but he couldn't' forget the past. The Dixon's were hard headed men after all.

"Well, she has to come back with us." Carol said.

"Aw hell" Daryl yelled, kicking dirt on the side of the road.

"Well wherever you guys are I hope it's far from the road. I spotted a group of walkers a few miles back." Ra said, taking a sip from her water bottle.

"Well then let's get the hell outta here." T said, jumping over the railing and into the dry grass with a thud.

"Alright we'll come back tomorrow" Dale said and squeezed Carol's shoulder.

Ra looked over at Daryl. He was watching her out of the corner of his eye.

"Daryl I…"

"Save it Raven. I ain't in the mood."

She closed her mouth, not wanting to push her luck any farther. Following silently behind all of them. Never in a million years would she ever have thought she would run into him or, that when she did, she would have to conceal her happiness. She thought they would be running happily through a field with outstretched arms in slow motion like in some corny romantic movie. But the look on Daryl's face made her wonder if she would have better luck with the walkers.

What happened between Daryl and Ra? What's going to happen with Daryl and Ra? Please read and review! They keep me living!