Good morning! Like I mentioned before, this story jumps all over the place. We have this part and then Carol's POV will be next. After that, we have Luke - hard to write from a four-year-old POV, by the way - and then Jimmy. After that I'm not sure, Maybe Merle or Glenn. I might be going back to Maggie. I have had a few requests for Shawn and I have an idea for his particular POV. Thank you for the reading, reviews and requests! You guys are awesome!

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Part Ten.

Zach let out an appreciative whistle as he caught sight of the blonde who had just walked into the office in a floral dress and cowboy boots. She was hot as hell and Zach wondered who she was. He had just moved to town a couple of months ago and didn't know too many people besides who he worked with but he knew that that girl was a girl he had to know.

He watched her through the glass window as she talked with Dale, the owner of the garage, laughing and smiling and nodding her head to whatever the older man was saying.

She looked to be about his age and with her blonde hair and small frame, she reminded him of a few of the cheerleaders he had dated in high school. God, he had loved cheerleaders. They had been so flexible and he missed them on lonely nights. There were some cute girls in the area but none that looked like her.

Dale then opened the door from the office that led to the garage and stuck his head out. "Dixon!" He called out. "Wife's here!"

Whoa, what? Wife?

Zach's head zipped around as Daryl pushed himself from beneath the car he had been working on and stood up, grabbing a rag to wipe at his oily hands. Daryl Dixon was married to that girl in there? How the hell had that happened? He didn't even know the girl but Zach could already tell that it made absolutely no sense. That was seriously Daryl Dixon's wife?

He had worked in Dale's garage and had gotten to know the other coworkers – except for Daryl. He was quiet and stayed to himself. He was the best mechanic in there and Dale had had Zach shadow him for a while. That man was made to work on vehicles; a damn near genius and when Zach told him that, Daryl had snorted and shook his head but didn't say anything.

Daryl was always willing to help but he was a bit surly, Zach noticed. He wasn't necessarily unfriendly. He was just standoffish. A redneck who probably had the confederate flag hanging in his house somewhere. And after being in these parts for only a couple of months, he had heard his fair share of stories about the Dixons – none of which gave the family glowing reviews.

Zach watched – but tried to make it look like he wasn't – as Daryl crossed the garage. The girl – his wife – was standing in the doorway and smiling as he approached. Daryl reached and slid a hand on her hip, giving it a squeeze, and she smiled up at him as if she just saw the sun for the first time in the sky and knew he had hung it there for her.

What the hell was going on? Zach frowned a little as he watched. He couldn't help it. What the hell was that girl doing with Daryl Dixon? She was all pale and delicate and he was dirty and oily and Zach looked at the dirty hand that now rested on her clean dress, it looking so out of place amongst the floral pattern.

The more he stared at the couple, the less it made sense.

He moved closer, pretending he was looking for a tool from one of the boxes, and he watched them from the corner of his eye.

He was saying something, too low for Zach to hear, but whatever it was, Beth laughed softly, lightly, and Zach wondered what Daryl had said because the man didn't really strike him as the funny type. But whatever he said, it made Beth's eyes sparkle and she couldn't seem to stop smiling.

Zach was struck by how hot she was. And how young. She looked way too young for Daryl. He wasn't entirely sure how old Daryl was but Beth seemed too young for him. She seemed closer to someone… well, someone like his age. Seriously. How the hell had Daryl Dixon landed that girl as his wife?

Daryl said something and she nodded before bouncing up on her toes and giving him a quick kiss that left the tips of his ears red. She said something – clearly an I love you – and Daryl nodded his head, dipping his head down and putting his to her ear, whispering something that made her cheeks bloom in a light pink.

"Alright, Daryl," Dale appeared. "I'm not paying you to woo your wife."

Daryl lowered his eyes to the ground and his wife laughed softly.

"How do you know I'm not the one wooing my husband?" She asked Dale, who smiled good-naturedly. "I just came by to tell him something. I didn't mean to take him away from work."

"You take all the time you need, Beth," Dale said. "Daryl hasn't taken his break yet."

"It'll only take a few minutes," she promised and taking Daryl's hand, she pulled him towards the large overhang door and Daryl followed.

Zach watched them go and then looked to Dale, who caught him watching.

"Before you ask," Dale said. "You will never understand that one. Now get back to work." And with that, Dale turned and went back into the office.

Zach lingered before going back to the car he had been working on. He saw Daryl and his wife – Beth – standing at the end of the driveway and she was saying something to him, smiling faintly, and he stared at her with a slightly blank face. She stopped talking and stared up at him, biting her bottom lip, looking nervous. Daryl still didn't say anything. She lifted her hands, putting her hands on his cheeks, her thumbs running back and forth along the bones beneath his eyes. He shuffled a bit closer to her, the space between them nearly closed.

Slowly, Zach watched Daryl put his hands on her hips, thumbs stroking back and forth over the fabric of her dress. And then slowly, the corners of his mouth began to twitch in a smile. Zach noticed it immediately because Daryl Dixon definitely didn't smile often. He pretended to be busy under the car's hood, his wrench to the engine but he actually wasn't doing anything. He found himself completely distracted.

And then, suddenly, Daryl grabbed her and crushed her to him, Beth letting out a squeak of surprise but then she laughed as he hugged her tightly, his arms bound around her waist. He lifted her up, her feet dangling above the ground, and her arms circled around his neck.

"You're staring."

Zach turned his head to see Caesar Martinez come up beside him, wiping his hands on a rag. Zach knew that of all the mechanics, Daryl was probably closest to Martinez but even then, that didn't mean much. Daryl liked sticking to himself.

"Yeah…" Zach finally was able to move his eyes away to look at Martinez.

Martinez looked to Daryl and Beth, still hugging, and smirked a little, pulling a pack of cigarettes out from his back pocket.

"Don't even think about it, Martinez!" Dale shouted from the office. "Take it outside!"

Martinez smirked again and stepped from the garage, Zach walking with him. Daryl and Beth were still standing at the end of the driveway, Daryl having put her back on her feet and they were now talking to one another in soft voices, foreheads together.

"So, what's the deal?" Zach finally asked.

"Don't try to figure it out, man," Martinez shook his head and then took a moment to light the cigarette. He exhaled a stream of smoke. "A year later and no one can."

"How'd they even meet?" Zach asked.

Martinez shrugged. "How do any of us meet?"

Zach went back to looking at Daryl and Beth. Mainly Beth.

She was seriously hot. Like walking down the street and this girl walking past and she could take his breath away kind of hot.

He watched as Daryl's hand then went to Beth's stomach, resting there, Beth's hand covering his, her bright smile across her lips, and both Zach and Martinez froze and seemed to stop breathing when they saw him do it. There was only one reason why a man would touch a woman's stomach like that.

If she wasn't before, she was now.

Beth Dixon was very, very off the market.

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