A/N: THANK YOU FOR ALL OF THE LOVE ON THE LAST CHAPTER, I KNOW A FEW HAD WORRIES ABOUT BETH'S ALCOHOL CONSUMPTION BUT THAT WILL DEFINITELY BE ADDRESSED THIS CHAPTER. A FEW WERE UPSET I LEFT IT WHERE I DID. NO WORRIES DARLINGS, OUR LITTLE LOVES WILL BE DOING THE DEED EVENTUALLY. YOU KNOW MY GUTTER MIND CANT HOLD OUT FOREVER ;) ANYWHO, I DO NOT OWN THE CHARACTERS, THEY BELONG TO TWD. BUT MY EVIL LITTLE MIND IS ALL MINE ;)

Daryl stared down to the blue eyed beauty that was looking up at him waiting for his reply. He helped her stand up before replying.

"Come on lets getcha inside." He said placing a hand on her lower back. Once again Beth's body was on fire. It had been months since she had gotten laid, or was it a year. She could really tell you anything with all the alcohol swimming through her body. She led him up the first few steps to her building and started to stumble. Yep, those last two shots were starting to kick into high gear. How many had she had tonight? She couldn't remember. Daryl swooped an arm around her to steady her on the stairs helping her all the way up to the third floor. "Which one?" He said looking at the four doors that surrounded the hallway. Beth did answer but her just walked ahead stumbling and blindly looking for her keys in her purse. She had reached the door and leaned her back against it looking through the small purse. How you could lose a set of keys inside something so damn tiny Daryl had no clue but he was standing there waiting jntil she found them. She dropped them in front of her, one single key with a music note keychain. Daryl leaned down picking it up and stepping forward to unlock the door. He could feel her breath on his cheek and was highly aware of their close proximity and it seemed as though Beth was too as her breathing started to increase. The door gave way as he turned the knob causing Daryl to wrap his arm around Beth's lower back. She was pressed against him firmly as the door opened wide. Beth couldn't care less that she was in the hallway, she let out a soft sigh as she felt the hard plains of Daryl pressed against her in every way possible with clothes being on. Daryl felt her sigh against his ear causing his dick to twitch. He knew after tonight if he didn't have sex he was going to have an unbearable case of Blue Balls. He pulled back from Beth slightly to look at her but as he turned his head his lips brushed against hers just barely but it must have been enough because in an instant Beth had her hands gripping the hair behind his head and covering his lips with her own. The pressure of the kiss was urgent and she moaned into his kiss running her tongue along his lips and the vibrations had gone straight to his crotch. Daryl was becoming intoxicated with her and he knew he shouldn't be kissing her or anything else while she was wasted but he let himself feel it and let himself enjoy it while he could. He knew her rules, that was part of the reason he was enjoying it but also the reason he shouldn't be letting it happen. He couldn't take advantage of her. He pealed himself from her and led her into the apartment, leading her to the couch where she had tried to pull him down on herself. It was taking every ounce of his self control not to give in but that wasn't who he was. "Lets getcha some food, drunkie." He chuckled pulling away from the grasp she had on his shirt.

"I don't wanna eat, but i am hungry." She slurred, giving him a wink. Daryl let out a hearty laugh, one he hadn't heard himself release in a long while, before heading to the kitchen across the room. "Damn! you own any food?" Daryl asked while looking in the fridge and freezer and only finding sliced cheese, wine, water, and toaster strudels, so he went to the pantry. A few minutes went by and she still hadn't answered. "Beth?" He said turning around to look in the living room. More than likely she was probably passed out he couldn't see her from over the back of the couch. As he neared the couch he could hear noise down the hallway to his left. She was throwing up. He followed the sound to the second door on the left. "Beth?" He said before leaning his ear against the door.

"I'm, I'm ok." She mumbled out before starting to throw up again. Daryl opened the door slowly finding Beth slumped over the toilet. He knelt behind her gather her hair in his hands as she released another round. She threw up a few more times before standing up and unzipping her dress.

"I'm burnin up." She said and she pulled it over her head. Daryl looked away quickly after getting a glimps of lacy beige bra and panties. He she had invited him up and if she had her drunken way he would've seen it by now but this wasn't the time nor place for him to be gawking at her and getting himself turned out. His dick twitched again at the split second memory of her in just that lacy duo and he had to think of other things to get a grip on himself. What the hell was wrong with him? She was hot, sure, but he'd seen hot chicks before. Dressed in way less than she was currently in and he was never like this. Like some lovestruck, horny teenager. That kiss happened. Her soft but demanding lips happened, thats what. 'Damnit Dixon stop being such a pussy.' He told himself. If Daryl was one thing, he wasn't a pussy whipped bitch. Her dry heaving was what brought him out of his stupor and he resumed his position of holding her hair back. If Merle ever seen this, he would never hear the end of it but Daryl didn't care, Beth was a good person, she had gotten him out of a shitstorm. This was his debt owed to her. To make sure she was taken care of tonight. He owed her that. It had seemed like hours he had been sitting there on the floor holding her hair back. Her breathing had finally evened out and he knew she had fallen asleep. He left her for just a moment to find which door was her bedroom but returned to pick her up off the floor and carried her to her room placing her on the bed. He sat the garbage can next to her bed just incase she needed it and took off his vest and bowtie sitting it on a chair in the corner of her room. He unbuttoned and untucked his fitted dress shirt and sat down on the floor resting his back against her bed and to let sleep consume him. He wasn't aware of how tired he was until he laid his head back against her bed. He was exhausted. He had been picking up shifts at both the shop and the restaurant all week and hadn't had a day off in the past two weeks. Thank god he was off tomorrow. He closed his eyes drifting off to sleep but not before the image of Beth in her beige underwear drifted off with him.

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Stirring in her bed as the first rays of sunlight assaulted her eyelids, she could feel the silky feeling of her sheets. She sat up quickly looking around the room not knowing how she made it home. Her head was throbbing, the last thing she had remembered was stepping outside from the reception and running into Daryl. That was when her eyes rested on the dark mess of hair leaned against her bed. She quickly grabbed the sheet that had dropped to her waist, she pulled it up over her exposed bra.

'Oh my god what the hell did i do?' She chastised herself. She ran a hand over her face and hair trying to tame the mess of ratted curls from the night before. From what she could see Daryl was clothed but his dress shirt was unbuttoned and hanging from his body exposing his chest and abdomen. Her core throbbed at the sight and she clenched her thighs together at the feeling, feeling slickness between. They had had sex. She could feel it, her panties still damp from the night before. Oh god. Her head was pounding now and her heart was racing she looked around the room again for anything to throw on before getting out of bed but found nothing. She saw the trash can next to her. Oh no, had she gotten sick while they were having sex. Could this be any more humiliating? She slowly got up from the bed stumbling a bit at the soreness in her thighs and the dizzying feeling in her head. Daryl started to stir next to her and she moved as quickly as possible over his extended legs and to her walk in closet.

"Beth?" Daryl mumbled out.

"One second." She said from her position in the closet. "Holy shit." She whispered, her head throbbing from talking loudly to Daryl. She didn't think she was talking that loud but it attacked her ears like she was yelling. Ugh. She was badly hungover. She grabbed her robe slipping it over her arms clutching it to her exposed front quickly when she felt a presence behind her.

"Aint nothin i hadn't seen last night." Daryl chuckled at her deer in the headlight look on her face as she held the rob closely to her body. "How ya feelin?"he asked in a hushed tone knowing she was probably badly hungover.

"Sore. I feel like hell." She whispered out.

"Get dressed lets go get some food in ya seein ya don't have none here." He said buttoning up his shirt and adjusting the sleeves. "Ill meetcha downstairs." He said before turning to leave. Beth stood there for a moment frozen in place. Why was she so damn stupid. Maggie was there maybe she could shed some light on the situation. She ran to the living room grabbing her purse and pulling out her cell phone calling Maggie.

"Maggs! What the hell happened last night?" She asked as soon as her sister answered the phone.

"Well good morning to you too sunshine." Maggie grumbled out in a sleepy voice. "What do you mean what happened? Glenn and i ended up leaving cause we couldn't find you for like an hour. You had just disappeared. So we figured you'd just get a taxi home or something." Maggie answered.

"Not what i meant." Beth snapped out.

"Beth i don't know what you are asking. Whats going on?" Maggie asked more alert.

"I woke up half naked in my bed with Daryl, the bartender here." Beth whispered out like it was some FBI secret.

"Holy shit! Ha! Bethy you finally got some ass!" Maggie laughed. "Hey babe, Beth went home with the bartender last night." She told Glenn in the background. Beth could her a high five in the background and rolled her eyes at the pleasure her sister and brother-in-law were finding in her uncomfortable situation.

"Maggie this is not funny! I don't remember shit from last night after those shots you gave me! This is all your fault! He is a fucking client Maggie! I cant fuck clients! Oh my god. This is going to get out and i am going to be so screwed." Beth said starting to have a panic attack.

"Well atleast you'll be getting some booty." Maggie joked.

"Maggie would you please stop! This is my career we are talking about here! I'm gonna be known as the slutty lawyer that puts out to clients!" Beth said as she threw on a pair of straight legs, a v-neck plain white shirt, and ballet flats.

"Beth please calm down, if its just him you have nothing to worry about. He doesn't strike me as the type to gossip about his rendezvous, I highly doubt it'll get out." Maggie said trying to calm her sister down. "Where i he now?" She asked.

"Downstairs waiting for me. I'm hungover like hell so hes taking me to get something to eat." Beth said as she started to calm down a little while putting her hair in a messy bun and cleaning up her makeup from the night before.

"Well that's nice. See atleast hes not a douchebag." Maggie said, "Have fun at your breakfast date. I have to get ready for work. Love ya sis." She said.

"Love ya too." Beth said before hanging up and grabbing her purse and keys to meet Daryl downstairs.

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Beth had followed Daryl on his bike to the diner they had seen each other at before. They sat in an awkward silence for a while in the back corner booth waiting for their food.

"Sorry i was such a mess last night." Beth said fidgeting with the hem of her shirt.

"Don't worry bout it. I've had worse nights." He said before excusing himself to the restroom.

'Ouch' Beth thought to herself. She knew she hadn't had sex in a while but she didn't think she should be horrible at it. It came bike to you just like riding a bike, or atleast that's what she had thought. She shook her head at herself and looked out the window watching an elderly couple walking to their car. Holding hands, the husband led his wife to the passenger side before releasing her hand to open the door for her. Beth smiled to herself, hoping she would have the opportunity to have something like that for herself later in life.

"My grandparents were that way." Daryl said catching her off guard and making her jump in her seat a little. "My dad didn't have a nice bone in his body though. Guess drugs and booze will do that to a person." He said with a shrug of his shoulders. Beth had already knew about his Dad from Merle. The silence now was comfortable as their plates were delivered and they ate.

"You really didn't have to do this." Beth said as they stood up from the table after completing their meal.

"Just call it payback for helpin keep my ass outta the slammer." He said with a smirk. "Maybe we can have lunch sometime." He said walked her to her car.

"Daryl, i appreciate everything you're doing with trying to make this as least awkward as possible. It really is sweet." She paused.

"But." He said, he knew it was coming. He didn't deserve shots with girls like her, good, intelligent, successful, beautiful girl.

"But i cant date my clients." She spit out softly feeling sick at her own words.

"Bullshit." Daryl muttered out. "First off, i ain't yer client no more." He said sounding stronger. "Secondly, i don't do relationships so who the hell said we were datin? Ya ain't never said ya cant have friends." He added. Beth stood there speechless. She really couldn't find any arguing points, apparently her lawyer side was on vacation during this hangover period. "Bye Beth." Daryl said bitterly before hopping on his bike and starting it up. Leaving her standing in the parking lot unsure of what to do and what exactly just happened. Her mind was reeling on the way home, she could use a friend, however, how do you become friends with someone you've already done the deed with. That seemed kind of messy. As she climbed the stairs to her apartment she went to the door across the hall instead.

"Whats happenin hot stuff?" Tara said opening the door. "Oh damn girl! You feelin ok? You look like you got rode hard and put up wet." She laughed. Beth's eyes grew wide at the comment, was it really that obvious? "Oh holy shit! Beth Greene did you get some action last night?" Tara asked in surprise. "Come in and spill the details." She said stepping to the side so Beth could enter her apartment.

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"So whats the big deal? You fucked, you don't wanna date a previous client, and he just wants to be friends. Sounds like a pretty good deal to me." Tara said after getting the update on what exactly happened to the best of Beth's abilities.

"The problem is a slept with a client Tara!" Beth said rubbing her hands over her face.

"Oh he ain't your client anymore! There ain't many men to choose from in this town and basing off your success rate in court, you'll be handling every case in town so that'll rule out most of the town." Tara chuckled.

"Then ill just be single all my life." Beth said through her hands.

"Oh whats the fun in that? You wanna stay at home playing DJ Diddles with yourself every night? You'd atleast need a fuck buddy." Tara said making Beth look at her like she had grown a second head. "What?! A girl's got needs!" She answered.

"So what you are suggesting is that because Daryl is an ex client and we've already screwed we could be friends with possible benefits?" Beth asked with sarcasm. Sarcasm that Tara was obviously not picking up on.

"Is he hot?" Tara asked. Beth nodded knowing there had definitely been attraction there this morning, seeing his hair a mess and shirt unbuttoned showing off his body. She remembered seeing him at the reception, vest and bowtie, yeah he was definitely hot. "Then whats the problem? He doesn't want a relationship, you don't wanna date ex clients, you are obviously attracted to him. Have some fun. Beth when was the last time you let your hair down and just enjoyed life?" Tara asked.

"Last night." Beth answered. Before that she couldn't actually remember a time where she hadn't been playing by her rules since she set them.

"Life's too short. Live a little." Tara said simply. Beth shrugged her shoulders she had talked to two people and neither one had found any issues with what had happened last night. Maybe she had been too hard on herself. Maybe she could just have a little fun with Daryl and keep it on the downlow. Live a little. Beth thanked Tara for talking with her and left to go back to her apartment. She had a lot to think about and if this was going to work she was going to have to apologize to Daryl first.