Prompt: First meeting on the farm with an instant attraction and a jealous/possessive Jimmy. Maybe with Hershel secretly knowing of their attraction?
Instantaneously
She was on her way back from checking the horses when she noticed the tent set up away from the others who had come to the farm. She was confused why whoever was inside wasn't with them. She slowly made her way over to the tent and looked around at the camp site they had set up. It was small, but it looked professional. "Lookin' for somethin'?" Beth jumped, turning around and staring up at him. A hot blush covered her face as she stared into his eyes. They looked like the sea after a storm a dark blue that had wildness and fury brewing inside of them, but just on the outer edges she could see the gentle calm. "What, you a mute or somethin'?"
Beth shook her head, biting her lip. "No sorry, just wondering why you're not with the others." He shrugged and walked around her, checking the fire he'd built. "I'm Beth."
He looked at her and she saw the calm take over just a little bit more of that storm. "Daryl." She smiled and sat down beside him. "What?" he asked.
She smiled and shook her head. "That your bike?" she asked. He looked over at it and nodded his head. "I've always wanted to ride on a motorcycle. Daddy said it's too dangerous and Jimmy would have a heart attack."
Daryl snorted and looked at her. "You're just a good little preacher's daughter, ain't you?"
She looked at him; his challenge fueling a fire inside of him that she didn't know existed. "Wouldn't you like to know?" She smirked and leaned in a little closer. "You know, they say it's the innocent ones who make the most noise." She got up, leaving him to think about that as she headed back to the house. She didn't look back.
The next time he saw her was just after he'd been shot by Andrea. He was lying up in one of her daddy's beds when she walked in. He looked at her and smirked a bit. She was a bold little thing, sexy too. "What, come to make fun?" he asked.
She shook her head and sat on the bed, looking down at him. "I came to make sure you were okay."
"Why's that?"
She smiled and bent down to whisper in his ear. "You haven't given me a ride yet." She walked out and gently closed the door. Daryl shook his head. He was fucked.
He saw her walking towards him as he started to get ready to go look for Sophia again. She was halfway across the yard when Jimmy grabbed her arm and hauled her back. He watched them fight and she slapped him good before storming off down to the stables. He looked back at Jimmy who was glaring at him. He smirked and stood up, grabbing his crossbow. The little boy could glare all he wanted. Beth was a bad girl and a good old country boy just wasn't going to be enough for her. As soon as he found Sophia, he was going to take that little southern bell on the ride of her life.
"I need to talk to you," Hershel said, walking up to his tent. They'd found him at a bar. He should have been at home, looking after Beth instead of getting drunk. "I know my daughter is infatuated with you, and I know that you seem to have a thing for her as well."
"What of it?" Daryl asked. "She's legal, ain't she?"
Hershel sighed and rubbed his head. "Just…don't hurt my baby. She's been through enough."
"Never gonna happen. I ain't my brother." Daryl grabbed his crossbow and walked off. Beth was just starting to feel better and he still owed her that ride.