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DPOV

Daryl watched Beth drive away with a sick feeling in his gut. His instincts were telling him that this was going to end badly, that it couldn't possibly go well. When he received her text the feeling got stronger. He wasn't sure what type of people Beth's family was but just as a precaution he told Merle to stash anything that was questionably legal or downright illegal. Neither of them needed prison time.

He didn't bother sending her a message back, he just waited a few hours before getting on his bike and Heading towards the farm. He stayed parked in the tree line for a while before he saw a familiar silhouette with glowing blonde hair. Cranking his bike, he pulled onto the road and waited for her to straddle the bike. He sped away with her hanging on tightly, unsure of where they were going to go, just knowing they couldn't go to his place.

Finally, he just pulled down a random dirt road and hoped for the best. He slowed the bike until finally coming to a stop. Beth got off the back and stretched As he stepped into the trees.

He came back onto the road and grabbed her hand, Pulling her under the cover of the trees. They sat on the ground and he tried to think of a plan.

"We could run away." Beth Said as she cuddled into his side.

"We could." Daryl said, knowing it'd never happen. "I'm sure your family got people lookin' for you, though, Darlin'. If they don't yet, they will by mornin'."

Beth just sighed as he tried to think about ways this could go. If he was a better man he'd leave her alone. But he wasn't. So they sat under the tree, holding each other as the night went on.

After a while his phone started ringing and he looked at the number before answering.

"How bad is it?" He asked Merle.

"It's bad, but it could be worse. Grimes and Walsh Came out here. Talked about kidnappin', stuff like that. If she ain't goin' home than y'all need ta git. I'll find ya." Merle said in a calm voice.

"She's goin' home." Daryl said without asking her.

He hung up the phone and met her baby blue eyes. She looked resigned as she stood up and offered a hand ot him. He stood up and pulled her into a kiss, needing this moment of just the two of them. The sick feeling was back triple and had him scared.

"We'll be fine." She said with a smile but he could see she was worried, too.

Getting on his bike he took her to the road that led to her house. Before letting her go he took his phone and slipped it into her pocket. She looked surprised but understanding before she turned and started walking. He saw blue lights flash and revved his bike, taking off before the police car could get close to him. In his mirror he could see Beth waving at the car frantically, trying to buy him some time. It seemed to work when the car stopped next to her and he quuickly turned the corner, out of sight.

BPOV

Things seemed to move fast as Beth saw the flashing blue lights and the police car came into view. Not giving it a second thought she threw her arms into the air and started to wave them down. Trying to buy Daryl enough time to get away. It worked and Sheriff Grimes stopped next to her, getting out of the car to check her over.

"Are you hurt? Do you need a hospital?" He asked in a gentle voice.

"I'm fine. Ccan you take me home?" She asked.

Deputy Walsh was grinning in the passenger when Rick opened the back door for her.

"You keep on with them Dixon's, you gonna get used to that." He said.

"Go to Hell." She said with a sweet smile.

"Shane." Rick barked out when the other man went to say something else.

Beth settled back into the seat, knowing she was in for it when she got to her house. The white structure came into view all too quickly and she desperately wanted to be on the back of Daryl's bike again. Grimes let her out and she looked up at her father and siblings as they stood on the porch. They all looked tired and Beth felt a little guilty for putting them through that.

"Get inside." Hershel said And she hurried up the porchs steps. "Maggie, go with her."

Beth started to protest but thought better of it, since she'd brought this on herself. She went into her room, hoping she'd find a second to hide the phone Daryl had given her. With a sudden idea she turned to Maggie.

"I need to use the bathroom. There ain't no window and only the one door so I think I can go by myself."

Maggie Glared but nodded and Beth rushed into the small room, locking the door behind her. She made some noise so Maggie wouldn't start knocking and she carefully placed the phone under the sink behind cleaning products after Making sure it was on silent.

She flushed the toilet and washed her handsbefore exiting the bathroom. Maggie was staring out of her window and Beth wondered what she was looking at. Before she could ask her father Came inot her room and looked around before looking at her. Her heart started beating a mile a minute And she forced herself not to show it.

"Deputy Walsh is going to the Dixon residence later. He's going to talk to both Merle and Daryl but he thinks There can be a conviction."

"What?!" Beth screeched. "For what?!"

"Those men deserve to be in prison. They both sell drugs and they are both grown men spending time with a seventeen years old girl." Hershel said.

"Daryl's only nineteen!" Beth yelled as tears formed in her eyes. "And Merle is only thirty!"

"So, you have spent time with them." Hershel said sadly. "I'm disappointed Beth."

"Fuck being disappointed! I don't care! I'm disappointed! How could you do something like that?! Fuck that! Get out of my room! Get out! Get! The! Hell! Out!" She yelled at Maggie and Hershel.

Maggie moved to hug her as Hershel just stared. With a scream she pushed Maggie's arms away.

"Get the FUCK away from me!" She yelled before Falling to her knees and crying, knowing she'd never see Daryl again, hoping he would take off with Merle and disappear.

She couldn't stand the idea of either of them being in prison, especially because of her. She didn't even notice when her family left her room. They'd took her door though so she couldn't close it and leave again.

DPOV

Daryl had been home with Merle all day, packing and calling people to let them know they were leaving town for a while. It was only a matter of time before the cops showed up and Merle had already said a long time ago that he wasn't going back to prison. They both knew what that meant.

So, when they heard a car pull up Merle pulled the pistol from the back of his pants and stepped to the side of the door. Someone started banging on the door and Daryl peeked out the window, recognizing Shane Walsh and Rick Grimes.

"Open the door." Rick said.

And that's what Merle did. He yanked the door open and put his pistol to Shane's head while Daryl put his gun to Rick's. They both looked startled as the brothers forced them into their trailer, removing their weapons and radios.

"You don't wanna do this." Rick said but they ignored him.

"Let us walk out. I ain't goin' back to prison." Merle said in a calm voice.

"You can go." Rick said. "Just go."

They moved around the men, opening the front door while keeping their guns on the cops, not willing to take any chances. They were out the door and Merle was heading for his truck as Daryl straddled his bike when Shane ran out of the trailer, a .22 in his hand. He aimed at Merle but before he could pull the trigger the brothers both fired their guns and he went down, one in the head, one in the chest.

They took off before Rick could call for help and Daryl yelled at Merle to call Beth and tell her what happened. She told him not to leave her again, made him promise, so he'd let her decide if she wanted to be on the run with them after they killed Shane.

BPOV

Beth had retrieved the phone when everyone went to sleep and stared at it, waiting for Daryl to call. The cops should have been to his house by now. It lit up and she answered immediately, listening to Merle as he explained what had happened. Shane Walsh was dead. When he asked her what to do she told him to come get her and he told her to listen for Daryl's bike. She just couldn't live without him. If this was the way it had to be then so be it. She was ready for the ride.

When she heard the low rumble of an engine outside she threw her bag down before lifting her leg over the window sill and climbed down the tresill under her window. Her feet hit the ground and she lifted her bag over her shoulder just as she heard the front door open and not giving it a second thought she took off running.

There was a loud bang and then she heard her father, Hershel, shouting as Daryl pulled up to the gate. He normally didn't get near the house but he must have seen her running, and this was an emergency situation. She hurriedly threw her leg over the bike, straddling it and looked back at her father and her sister. She felt a pang of guilt and sadness, almost telling Daryl to stop. Almost. But soon the bike hit the main road and the house was out of sight.

She saw headlights behind them and almost had a heart attack until she recognized Merle's truck. He beeped his horn and she gave him a smalĺ wave beofre gripping Daryl's waist with both ams and resting her cheek between his shoulder blades. She was scared but she felt like she'd made the right decision. As Daryl placed his hand over hers she felt calmer, knowing they were together was enough right now.