BETH'S POV

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I DON'T OWN THE CHARACTERS. IF I HAD, DARYL AND BETH WOULD HAVE ALREADY GONE CANON LOL

The sun was extremely bright this morning as I tried to crack my eyes open. After finally fighting the pain of the light I opened my eyes and was startled at the sight. Where was I? The room had bluish gray walls with dark hard wood floors. The window that was assaulting me with light was large and had a two thin white curtains pulled to the side. The bed I was in had the softest white sheets and comforter that I had ever slept on in my whole 21 years of life. I slowly pulled myself from the bed and realized I still had the clothes on that I had wore to work last night. OH MY GOD! The last thing I remember was taking those shots with Jimmy and Amy. Did I get drunk and go home with a complete stranger?! I looked around the room for signs of someone else being there but nothing. The bed was large and the only half that had been messed up was the side I had slept on. Well, that was a good sign. The window was huge but the view was even better. I walked over to the window fighting the pounding in my head and glanced out to the wooded area and a small lake behind the home. A sharp ringing almost threw me off balance when I noticed my phone was ringing. It was Maggie. I walked to the side table and grabbed my phone.

"Hello," I said, my voice was raspy.

"Oh thank the Lord! Daddy has been calling me all morning wondering if I had heard from you. He said you didn't come home last night. Where the hell are you?" she asked as her voice eased from its panicked state.

"Um, I don't know where I am. I just woke up Maggs. I think I got drunk last night." I said as I walked over to the nightstand to find a glass of water and a bottle of aspirin.

Maggie chuckled, "Sure sounds like you had a fun night, maybe you oughta call Daddy and tell him you stayed at a friend's. He is a panic attack away from a heart attack, worryin about you." I agreed and told her I would stop by her and Glenn's house after work at the garage. I called Daddy next and he had sounded so relieved to hear my voice as I told him that I stayed with Sasha last night. He thanked me for calling him and then told me he would see me later.

I took some aspirin and realized I needed to find the bathroom. I walked out the bedroom door to see 3 doors. I opened the one across from me, only to find another bedroom that looked identical to the one I had stayed in last night. I tried the door next to the room I had slept in only to find a pretty empty closet, its only occupant being a crossbow. I opened the door left of the closet to find another bedroom. This one had a larger bed and light gray walls, but this room had definitely been occupied recently since the comforter was sitting at the end of the bed and the sheets thrown aside. I quietly closed the door and opened the last door finding the bathroom. When I turned to close the door I found Daryl, wet, only a towel wrapped around his waist, paying close attention to the the mirror as he shaved his jaw. I was rooted to the spot I was in. He was gorgeous. Probably the most handsome and sexiest man I had ever laid eyes on. Then it hit my like a truck, Daryl took me home.

"Thank you," I said. It was low, raspy, breathy even. It dripped with sex just like the man in front of me. I guess I caught him off guard because he dropped the razor and turned quickly with a shocked look on his face. His towel must have caught on the counter because it fell silently as he hurriedly tried to grab it to cover himself back up. But it was too late. I had already seen what I wasn't meant to see and the heat pooled between my legs.

"I'm sorry, I will just get going." I said as I finally walked out of the room and made my way down the stairs.

"Beth," his voice broke as I seen him peer around the door frame while I walking away. I stopped wanting to hear him out.

"Give me a few minutes to get dressed and I will take you to your car." he said softly. I nodded and headed down the stairs. This house was so opposite of the man that was upstairs. The living room was large with a huge flat screen tv, two plush black leather couches, a glass coffee table, and a small liquor cabinet tucked in the corner. It was clean. The dining room which was attached to the living room, had a beautiful glass table and past that a breakfast bar that separated the kitchen from the rest of the home. He was such a rough man but his home showed he was well taken care of, which didn't seem right since he was only a mechanic. They didn't make that much right? I must have been standing there a while staring at my surroundings because the next thing I knew he was throwing on a black leather jacket over his white tee and was walking out the door. I followed him out as he hopped on his bike. The cold morning air sent a shiver over my body and Daryl shrugged off his jacket and handed it to me.

"Here ya go." he said shyly. He looked a slight bit uncomfortable as I put his jacket on and swung my leg around his bike and slid up to his back. His body tensed as I wrapped my arms around his lower body. He started the bike and the vibrations were thrilling as we were heading into town. He had to put on the breaks a bit and my body jolted flush against his. He tensed as he looked over his shoulder and gave me a sly grin. My body felt on fire. I felt the moisture and heat between my thighs and I could only imagine he had probably felt it too. It had to be the vibrations.

We pulled into the packing lot and up next to my Jeep. I slid off the bike and corrected my skirt. I was about to take his jacket off and hand it to him.

"Keep it." he said as his blue orbs stared at me, drinking me in.

"Thanks, I will give it back to you at the garage." I told him and he nodded, pulling off. I hopped in my Jeep and headed home to change my clothes.

I got to the garage 5 minutes late and headed into Daryl's bay to give him his jacket back. He was no where to be found and Dale motioned to the steps to the work station below the Mustang in front of me. I nodded with a smile and headed down. I was met with a shirtless Daryl and tried to hold back my gasp as I looked over his back. It was would've been considered flawless if it hadn't been for the scars cris-crossing it. He turned fast on his heel and there was fear and anger in his eyes. He walked over and snatched his tee shirt off of the workbench behind him throwing it on before snatching his leather jacket out of my hands.

"Thanks." he snapped at me.

"Thank you. You really didn't have to help me last night, its much appreciated though." I tried to give him my best smile shy smile.

"Don't worry 'bout it." he said as he looked down and ran his oil covered hands through his hair. I turned to go when I felt his hand grab my wrist. "Sorry for snappin' atcha." he said and then released my wrist. I nodded my head and walked up the stairs.

The day went day pretty fast and I didn't really see Daryl much. As I was getting ready to leave my phone rang and I smiled when I seen Sasha and her bright smile light up my screen.

"Hey girl!" I answered in a chipper voice.

"Hey Hoochie Momma, how ya feelin today?" Sasha said with a laugh.

"I had a headache this morning but I'm fine now." I answered.

"How the hell did you get home last night? She asked.

"Ummmm I didn't," I said quietly.

"Oh My God! Beth Greene! Did you go home with Mr. Sexy last night? I could only imagine the things he did to you last night after the show you gave him." she squealed.

"Wait, what show? And who is Mr. Sexy?" I asked completely confused and embarrassed as all hell.

"Mr. Sexy was the one sitting at the end of the bar with the shaggy brown hair and nice arms. Beth, do you not remember dancing on the bar and showin him the goods last night?" she said.

"Oh my god, that's Daryl." I said as I tried to hide my embarrassment.

"All I know is you kept calling him Mr. Sexy last night and he looked like he wanted to tear you apart in a good way. Did you go home with him?" she asked again.

"Yeah, but not like that. I crashed in his spare room." I answered.

"Well that is a damn shame! He looks like he would be fun." she laughed.

"Shut up Sasha! Look I gotta go, Michonne asked me to come in early tonight. Will I see you there?" I asked as I picked up my torn jeans and black tank top while heading to the bathroom to take a shower.

"See ya tonight, Mrs. Sexy," she joked and I hung up on her to hit the shower. I sure wished Daryl wasn't there tonight. I felt like a complete jackass for getting drunk last night, but now I was embarrassed beyond belief.