Thank you to the lovely reviewer, Lotus11, for making me think about the plot a little more! This chapter is going to be in Daryl's POV!

Daryl rolled out of his small, dingy twin bed. He could already hear the TV in the living room already playing some stupid sit-com. "Merle." He grumbled, quietly. He put on his usual cut-flannel and jeans combo and walked into the living room. He opened the fridge and looked at his options, which were leftover mac and beef, 2 week old burgers, left overs from the local diner that Merle refuses to eat, or spoiled milk and cereal. Daryl sighed and decided to run to the drug store and just grab a box of granola bars on his way to work.

As he drove, he smoked a cigarette and hummed along to the radio. He kept seeing visions of purple hair and would try to shake them out of his head. As he turned into the parking lot, he saw that purple head of hair and thought it was just his mind playing tricks on him, until he actually saw her. He hesitated, thinking maybe she didn't want to talk to him, just wanted to get in her car and leave. Alright, Daryl. You're gonna take another chance today. He pulled up next to her and that chatted for a bit, Daryl constantly getting distracted by her beautiful face. It felt like they were in their own little world, not in a drug store parking lot in the middle of no where. He eyed the boxs of hair dye in her shopping bag, wondering what she was planning to do with them. What the hell do you think she's doing with hair dye, dumb ass? He thought. She explained her need for change but he knew it was more than that. He expected her to just say goodbye and walk back to her car, leaving him thinking of her in the parking lot.

But, what he wasn't expecting, was for her to ask him over for dinner. She probably just wanted to say thank you for him saving her. Or maybe wanted to formally tell him to leave her alone, lose her number and all that shit. He didn't really do that much for her, just took a punch to the jaw and save her from getting shaken like a rag doll. He pondered this while he walked through the drug store, the whole situation clouding his head.

When he got to the garage, he knew he wouldn't be able to think straight but he couldn't afford to not go. He walked in and saw one of his best friends, T-Dog. T was the reason that he decided to talk to Beth that day. "Yo, T." He called. The man looked up and smiled a gapped tooth smile. "How's it going with your girl?" He asked, laughing.

"She's not my girl," He said, almost sounding disappointed "she just got out of a relationship."

"I didn't send you in there to say hi to her for nothing." He jabbed. Yeah, I wouldn't have had the balls to go in there if T didn't make me.

Daryl stood outside of the salon Beth Greene worked at, looking through the big glass windows on the front, watching her laugh and smile with Lori Grimes.

"Are you ever going to stop staring at her and actually say hi." T-Dog laughed. Daryl just kept looking at her until I started feeling like a stalker. "You went to school with her and never said anything to her. You've been graduated for 2 years, say something! Do something out of the ordinary, you haven't had a girlfriend since Andrea and that was Junior year. It's time for you to get some lovin'!" He shouted.

"If I go talk to her, will you let it go?" Daryl asked. T-Dog nodded and Daryl sighed. "Well, here I go."

"Yeah, I did talk to her. You know what it got me? Punched in the jaw." Daryl sighed.

"Yeah, and invited to her house for dinner tomorrow. Stop looking at the bad things. When you called me last night, you sounded more excited than you were on graduation day when Beth got assigned to be your walking partner." T Dog laughed, patting Daryl on the back. "She may not be ready to be anything more right now, but what she is ready for is to have a friend that will be there for her no matter what. You've seen how Shane pushed her around for 2 years now, be the opposite. Listen to her, accept her for who she is, and just give her time because she won't be able to trust you right away. She's been hurt over and over, and we've all seen her change from the preacher's daughter to this….thing." He sighed, looking at the oil stained concrete.

Daryl scoffed "Okay, Gandhi, let's get to work."

After a long, hot day, T Dog and Daryl went back to T's house. T's wife, Tara, was making beef brisket stew in the crockpot, Daryl's favorite. He went upstairs and showered, changing into the clothes he kept in a bag in his truck. They all sat around the table eating, making small talk until Daryl's phone went off.

Hey Daryl, it's Beth! Daryl nearly choked on a carrot. T jumped up and slapped Daryl on the back, making him spit out the carrot. "What is wrong?!" T yelled. Daryl pointed at his phone screen, still coughing. T guffawed, clapping like an excited child. "yeah,baby!" He cheered "my man Daryl is GETTIN IT." T danced around his kitchen table, Tara smiling and doing a small dance in her chair.

Rolling his eyes, Daryl reluctantly cracked a smile. "I'm not getting anything. Just want to be friends," he looked at T to let him know he was serious "she was treat d horrible. I want to give her the chance to heal." He sat back down in his chair. Rolling some pease around his plate. He made the decision, grabbing his phone from next to him, typing Hey, we still on for tomorrow? He sucked in a deep breath before mashing his thumb down on the send button on the screen. They continued eating, making the usual light conversation. *ding ding* Daryl almost choked again.

He thought for sure that the answer was going to be a no, opening his screen preparing for the worst. When he saw the time and the address, his heart took off like an out of control helicopter blade. T Dog chuckled but didn't say anything, knowing better. "Hey, Tara?" Daryl edged. She looked up from her plate at him in acknowledgement. "What do I wear?"

Short chapter guys, I'm sorry! I'm really appreciating all of your reviews and all the people who started following this story! I've been writing these chapters in school everyday so that's why I'll be updating more during the week than on weekends. Senior year is going really shitty for me guys but hey, I'll get over it. Review review review!