Hey everyone! I know it has been a good couple of days but I have been sick as a dog and haven't done anything much less get out of bed. But I have the fourth chapter up and I am pretty freaking excited. Also I added in a little surprise mention of the Tell Tale Walking Dead Game. I'm clever. Sometimes. haha

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DumBlonde1019: Ive been trying to make the chapters longer but the program I am using keeps messing up after so many words and becomes slow and a, excuse my language, pain in the ass. haha anyways I tried my best to make it as long as I could and put Daryl's POV more into it. I hope you like. :)

Disclaimer: I do not profit in anyway from Walking Dead, If I did, I wouldn't be a waitress. But the story concept is mine, and mine alone.

Daryl was talking to a customer when Beth stepped off stage and his eyes followed her. He was seriously in deep.

"Are you even listenin' to me?" The customer snapped her fingers in front of Daryl's face, which seriously pissed him off. The broad was upset because Merle had grabbed her ass. What's New? Merle liked to make his life a living hell.

He sighed, "Of coarse I heard ya." he mumbled under his breath. "Who couldn't." He reached into his pocket and pulled out twenty dollars. "Look, I'll refund your night. Problem solved." His eyes wandered back over to Beth and notice she was gone. He didn't even wait for the woman to respond before he walked over to the stage.

Noah was packing up his folder with all his music, when he looked up to see his manager hovering over him. "Dixon." His mouth set into a straight line. "May I help you?"

"Where's Beth?" Daryl and Noah didn't get along too well but Noah stayed and played music for him. Noah hadn't gotten the best grades in school so he didn't get to go on to be something. He was stuck in Georgia with the closest thing he got to his dream.

He shrugged. "She went home. Her gig was over at 9. Didn't she come by and collect her pay?"

Daryl pinched the bridge of his nose. "No. you think I'd be askin' ya if she had?"

"Dude," he threw his hands up in surrender. "don't get all defensive. Just telling you what I know."

Running his fingers calmly through his hair, Daryl turned and walked out of the bar.

Beth sat on the curb waiting for her sister to pick her up. She had told her 10 just in case and now she had to wait 30 minutes. She hoped that Maggie would come up and see her perform but something must of come up. When she had finished singing on stage, her eyes had locked with Daryl's for a moment and she knew she had to hightail it out of there. So when his attention was on the angry customer, she hurried over to the door.

The cool air hit her face, cold enough to shake her from the fog that plagued her brain since she felt Daryl's touch. "What am I gonna do?" She sighed as she placed her head in her hands. She would be lying if she said she didn't feel some sort of attraction to Daryl. "Stupid Daryl Dixon!" She cried out in frustration.

"What did I do to ya, this time?" A voice snapped from behind her.

She jumped slightly and turned towards him. Daryl glowered down at her, patiently waiting for her answer. "Well... Uh..." she stood up and faced him, placing her hands on her hips. "You're just frustratin'!"

"I'm frustratin'? You come in demandin' I give you a job, and then when I do, you wanna leave as soon as you walk through the door!" He spat back at her. Daryl didn't understand woman.

"It was bad enough I had to deal with you, I couldn't stand two of ya." She poked him in the chest.

He grabbed her hand and pulled him to her, her body pressing up against him. "I aint nothin' like Merle." He snarled down at her, his mouth just mere inches from hers.

She looked into his eyes, her breath shallow as she felt every inch of hard male before her. Beth hadn't been this close to a man since she left Philip and even then it wasn't what she would describe as intimate. Terrifying, Gross, those were the words she would use to describe it. This was intimate. She raised up on her toes, closing the distance and pressing her lips against his.

Daryl didn't respond at first. His lips were rough and as if made of stone while his mind wrapped around what was going on. To say he was in shock was an understatement. He really didn't expect this. His body responded before his brain caught up and he wrapped his arm around her waist crushing her to him, as his other hand wound its way through her hair. Daryl's tongue slid along her lip, asking permission and getting what he wanted when Beth's Lips parted, he didn't hesitate as his tongue slid across hers. A delicious moan escaped her lips, and Daryl felt himself strain against his jeans. She tasted like strawberries and cream. Something sensual but innocence to him. She was going to be the slow death of him.

Beth wanted him in that moment. In every way possible, and she couldn't tell if she was really attracted to him or if she had been alone for too long, but there was no mistaking that spark that jumped from their touch. It made its way down to her core making her crazy.

Honk!

And Just like that Beth and Daryl broke apart. She turned towards the car that had honked and looked into the eyes of her brother In law, Glenn. Maggie wasn't in the car, so she wasn't as worried but she was flushed and embarrassed. Beth looked up at Daryl, who's gaze now held anything, other than hers.

Honk!

"I'm Comin'!" She yelled back at Glenn.

Daryl reached into his pocket and pulled out one hundred and fifty dollars, giving it over to Beth along with a Bar business card with his name and number on it. "Here. In case ya change yer mind." He walked back towards the bar, Beth's eyes following him every step of the way.

"Come on, Beth. Get in the car." Glenn yelled from the car window. "Walking Dead is coming on at 10:30, and Lee's suppose to find Clementine."

Beth looked away from Daryl finally and climbed in the car. Glenn raised an eyebrow at her, waiting for an explanation. "You saw nothin', ya hear me? I really don't want to hear it from Maggie right now." She glared back at him.

"Of all the people, Daryl Dixon, though, little sis?" Glenn put the car in drive and pulled out of the parking lot. "Isnt he like 40 or something?"

Beth blushed. She hadn't even taken in account his age. Although He couldn't be more than 40, he was quite a bit older than her. What was she going to do.

He left the bar about midnight, leaving Merle to close down. Daryl needed to clear his head and take a long cold shower. The ghost of her Lips still Lingered, keeping his pants tight and shivers running over his skin. It didn't help he kept picturing her lips in other more delectable places.

After his shower, he grabbed a beer and flopped down onto the couch. Daryl turned on the TV and a news lady stood in front of the governor's house. He was about to change the channel when a picture of Beth popped up on the TV. He turned up the volume and sat back.

"Its been 4 months since Beth Greene divorced Governor Philip Blake, and rumor has it Governor Blake is planning to sue Ms. Greene for apparently 4 million dollars she stole from him." A happy picture of Beth and Philip popped up on the screen. "Who would've known such a Happy looking couple could harbor so many secrets and hatred towards each other."

Beth didn't seem like one who would do something like that. Daryl rubbed the stubble along his chin in thought. The poor girl came in for a job, for god's sake. Why would she need a job when she had access to 4 million dollars? He turned the TV off and threw the remote down on the couch.

The phone rang and Daryl jumped up off of the couch too eager. He grabbed the phone and pressed answer. "Dixon Residence."

"Hey Daryl, Can I come over?" Carol spoke sensually on the other end. Ed must've been out or she wouldn't of addressed him by his name much less use that tone with him.

Daryl signed softly. Carol was the last thing on his mind right now. Yeah sure, he could get his kicks off with Carol but he really didn't find that all too appealing. Beth was the only one he wanted to warm his bed. "I'm not really up to it tonight, Carol."

Carol was quiet on the line for a moment, In shock. "You never say no to me. What's the matter?" She asked sounding a bit worried.

"I'm just not in the mood." He snapped at her, a little agitated. He slummed against the wall and sighed. "I-I'm sorry. See you at work, Carol." He hung up the phone and slammed it down on the counter. What was Beth doing to him?