A/N: I received a review begging for Daryl's POV on the wedding prompt! So here it is! Thank you so much for the review!

From maidenalice: "Any chance you might wanna make a Daryl pov showing him hours before the wedding thinking back to meeting Beth, being friends with her and it developing to something more and never saying nothing. How he felt when he found out that she got engaged and waiting a year and the day of her wedding to say something against it?"

Daryl sighed, his eyes floating to the clock again. It had only been two minutes since he had last looked at the clock. One hour until Beth walked down the aisle and married that arrogant jerk, Jimmy. His blue eyes went back to his whiskey glass and he lifted it to his lips and downed it in one gulp. He could see her now, flawless skin made up beautifully, her slim body wrapped in the gorgeous dress she had dragged him to the store to get his opinion on. Jealousy flared like a wildfire in his stomach and he slammed his glass down on the counter top, shattering it. He cursed as it cut his hand and stood up from his seat to go clean the wound.

Daryl let out a growl as the cut stung under the running water. He never used to bother with cleaning cuts or scrapes. Not until he met and befriended Beth, that is. He could hear her voice in his head as she yelled at him about the risks of infections and he shook his head to try and clear her voice away. There was no doubt in his mind that he had lost her forever after today. Jimmy would never let the two of them spend time together after their wedding.

He thought back to his first meeting with the petite blonde. He honestly wished he could forget that night. Their first meeting had been in the bar and he had been with Merle, who had made it awkward and uncomfortable. The two brothers had been drinking at the bar when Merle's eyes had snagged on the petite blonde as she approached to order a drink.

"Well, well, ain't you a sight for sore eyes, Sugartits?" Merle said to her as he slapped her ass.

"Merle," Daryl growled out in warning as the blonde's eyes widened and she stepped away from them. Merle's eyes looked over Beth before he smirked slightly.

"Alright, baby brother, you can have her. Not really my type. Too innocent for me," Merle explained before standing and sauntering over to a tall brunette.

"You should apologize!" The blonde yelled at Merle and Daryl snorted into his drink.

"Save your breath, babe, he ain't gonna apologize to you. He don't apologize to anybody." Her blue eyes took in his appearance and the fire he could see in those beautiful blue eyes made him want to shrink back. He lowered his gaze to his drink. "'m sorry bout him." The blonde sat beside him and Daryl glanced at her from the corner of his eyes.

"You don't need to apologize for him. It's not your job to clean up after him." She told him softly before turning to the bartender and ordering a beer. Daryl glared at the blonde as she did so, her gaze meeting his over her beer and shrugging.

"Thank you for doing so, though." She told him before sliding off the chair and wandering back to a table in the corner. Merle had come back a short while later with the redhead draped across him and looked around curiously.

"What, you scare her off or something?" Daryl heaved a sigh and laid money on the bar for his beers before stalking out of the building and climbing onto his bike and leaving.

He hadn't been in the mood for his brother's teasing that night. Thinking back on it, Beth's words had haunted Daryl for a long time after that. They bothered him so much that he had refused to help his brother during one of his many scams to get money, a betrayal that his brother wouldn't let go of from his cell in prison. The hunter released a sigh as he slapped a band-aid on the cut and carefully scooped the shards of glass into the trashcan, his eyes going back to the clock only to notice that five more minutes had passed. This was going to be the slowest and worst day of his life.

His heart leapt into his throat when he heard his cell phone ringing and he hoped that it would read 'Beth Greene' on the caller id. His mind played a quick conversation of her begging him to come pick her up from the wedding because she realized she couldn't marry Jimmy and he prayed to a God he didn't believe in that that would be the reason for the call he was receiving. His heart dropped when he saw 'Rick Grimes' on the screen instead.

"What now, Grimes?" he barked into the phone when he answered it. The sheriff had called him numerous times that morning to check on him and convince him to go to the wedding. "I ain't goin. She don't want me there!"

"We both know that isn't true," Rick spoke calmly through the phone. "We both know she wants you there, at the altar, saying your vows to her."

"You're outta your mind, Rick. If she wanted that, she wouldn't a said yes to him." A sigh came through the phone's speaker as Daryl sat back on his barstool and laid his head on the countertop.

"We've been over this, Daryl. She said yes to him because he's all she's known."

"She's known me," Daryl muttered, though he felt that it came out as a whine. "She knows he's an arrogant, self-absorbed jackass. Yet, she's still gonna marry him in…" he looked at the clock, "fifty-one minutes."

"Remind me, how did you become friends?" Daryl pulled the phone away from his ear and stared at it in surprise. "Daryl? How did you and Beth become so close?"

"If you're trying to make me feel better about losing her, you're doing a suck-ass job at it, Grimes."

"I'm trying to help you make sense of what I'm saying. Remind me, how did you two become friends?"

"She barged into my life after Merle was arrested, alright?" Daryl snarled into the phone.

"Not good enough. What happened?" Daryl heaved a sigh and looked at one of the only two picture frames he had ever owned. Inside the frame was a picture of him and Beth sitting side-by-side in the back seat of Maggie's car, their knees touching and her hand on his bicep as she looked up at him with her bright smile on her face. Maggie had snapped the picture in the middle of him telling a terrible joke but it was probably the only picture with him in it that he liked. The older Greene's picture showed him looking at Beth, a real smile on his face as he finished the joke, one of his hands in the middle of pushing a loose strand of the blonde's hair behind her ear. The picture made the two friends look like a couple and every time Daryl looked at it, he felt his heart soar.

"Daryl? I swear to god if you hung up on me again I'm going to come over there." Rick threatened and Daryl let out a snort.

"I'm here, and we both know you wouldn't be able to do anything to me even if you wanted to, brother." Daryl paused, his eyes still on the first picture. "She saved my dog's life. That's how we became friends. Lucy had been bit by a snake and I had rushed her to Hershel's clinic where Beth works as a Tech."

"Beth gave me her cell phone number so that I could reach her easily to check on Luce while she stayed at the clinic overnight. I didn't sleep that night, messaging Beth half the night before she called me and talked to me the rest of the night. She would interrupt our conversation every thirty minutes to tell me how 'my girl' was doing. She saved Lucy's life that night." Daryl paused his monologue when he heard his dog let out a bark at the back door and he stood, walking to the door to let 'his girl' into the house. "Somehow, after that all nighter, Beth and I began talking more. I don't know, Rick, what are you wanting out of me?"

Daryl's eyes moved to the second photo frame. That frame held a picture of him and Beth with his coonhound, Lucy, out in the tall grasses around the Greene farm. Luce was lying across their laps, licking Beth's face, while her tail had been frozen as a blur beating against Daryl. It was yet another picture provided by Maggie. The brunette had given both frames and pictures to Daryl for Christmas the year before with a note.

You need to tell her how you feel, Dixon, or she'll be snatched up.

Little did they know that the asshole, Jimmy, would propose a few days later.

"When did you notice you loved her?"

"I'm not one of your damn criminals, Rick, you can't interrogate me! Especially not about her! Not today." Daryl looked at the clock. Thirty minutes until her wedding started.

"You're running out of time, Dixon. When did you realize you loved her?!" Rick yelled into the phone, making Daryl flinch slightly at the volume of it. Daryl thought back to the first night he realized he cared for Beth as more than a friend and sighed, his heart aching painfully.

"October, a year and a half ago. It was Halloween and the jackass had ditched her…" Daryl closed his eyes tightly, remembering how the knocking on his door sounded and how he had opened the door, pissed off that someone would be knocking on his door at two in the morning. The sight of her tears and running makeup had made his mouth hang open in mid-tirade. She was soaked and shivering in the torrential rain as she stuttered out that Jimmy had left her at a party after she had gotten mad that he had been flirting with another girl. Daryl had never moved so quickly in his life, pulling the chilled woman into his home and rushing about the place to get her a towel and some of his clothes before pushing her into his bathroom for a hot shower.

Only after he had closed the bathroom door did he let her words sink in; rage making his blood boil as he stormed to his kitchen to make a pot of soup and two mugs of hot chocolate. He slammed cabinet doors shut and slapped the pot on the stove with a loud clang, mentally cursing the son of a bitch for hurting and abandoning Beth to walk in the cold rain.

The blonde was quiet when she walked into the kitchen, the sound of her moving one of his barstools the only sign she gave that she had entered the room. Daryl turned around, the two mugs of hot chocolate in his hands and he nearly dropped them at the sight of her in his dark blue button up shirt and boxers. She refused to meet his eyes, her cheeks pink as she attempted to roll up the sleeves of the shirt.

"The pants you gave me were too big, they wouldn't stay up…so I went in your room and found these…is that okay?" Daryl set the mugs down and reached out, grabbing her arm as he walked closer to her. He nodded mutely, focusing on rolling the sleeve of her left arm up to her wrist before moving to the right sleeve. "I'm sorry," the blonde said sadly and Daryl looked up from her newly uncovered hands in surprise. "I'm always barging in here after fights with Jimmy. You must be sick of hearing me complain."

"I'm sick of him," he mouthed off before his brain could catch up and stop it. "You deserve better, Beth." Daryl closed his eyes tightly at his words, his heart beating wildly in his chest. Beth heaved a sigh, her eyes filling with tears.

"He's not so bad…we just have bad days…"

"That happen often, Beth," Daryl countered as he turned back to the soup, turning off the heat and searching for clean bowls and spoons.

"Yeah…we've been arguing more lately but it's just because Jimmy's trying to land that dream job."

"What about your dreams, Beth? I haven't heard you sing in…months!" Daryl's voice rose as his anger roared in his chest.

"I'll keep working on achieving mine, Daryl! I just want to help Jimmy with his!" Daryl snorted, turning to face the upset blonde.

"You want to help him with his dreams? That's funny. I recall you saying just a couple of days ago that Jimmy told you to stop taking time out to try writing songs, that he needed you to help him with his stuff instead. He's focused solely on his own stuff, Beth! He doesn't want you to achieve your dreams!" Beth stared at Daryl, her lips in a firm line and her eyes full of anger. Daryl heaved a sigh as he ran his hands through his hair.

"All I'm sayin' is that you deserve someone who is going to help you achieve your dreams at the same time as their own. Jimmy won't ever do that for ya, Beth…"

"And you know someone who will?" she yelled at him.

"I…" he paused, his eyes meeting hers. The air felt electrified and he could see the anger in Beth's eyes fade into something else. Hope. She wanted him to say it. I will. I love you more than that jackass ever will, he thought. The words stuck in his throat though and he closed his eyes, knowing he would never be able to say the words. "I made soup…" he continued lamely and instantly the air felt colder. He opened his eyes and saw the disappointment and heartbreak in Beth's blue eyes before she nodded and stood. She walked calmly to his dishwasher and opened it, pulling out two bowls and spoons.

"I ran it yesterday cuz you forgot," she muttered to him and he nodded, taking the bowls and spoons from her and ladling out soup for the both of them.

"How did you feel when she told you he had proposed a year ago?" Rick's voice cut through his thoughts and Daryl cleared his throat, attempting to dislodge the lump that was forming there.

"…Same way you felt when you caught Lori cheating on you with Shane." It was a low blow and Daryl knew it but he could only take so much reminiscing and thinking about Beth when she was fifteen minutes away from marrying a man who treated her and her hopes and dreams like shit. Beth insisted that things with Jimmy had gotten better after he proposed but Daryl could still see the frustration and disappointment in her blue eyes whenever they hung out, which had been less frequently the closer it got to her wedding day. Jimmy had forbidden them hanging out and even though it killed her inside, Beth had obeyed.

Daryl could remember vividly the last time they had hung out, how she had cried in his arms on his couch the entire time because she didn't want to lose him in her life. He gripped his phone tightly in his hand and he thumped his head on the counter top as if he could beat the pain from that day out of his memories. Losing Beth that day had been the worst day of his life. If a genie appeared and asked him if he would rather relive his abusive childhood again or relive that last day with Beth, he would choose his childhood without hesitation.

"If you're so heartbroken about her being engaged and marrying another man, why won't you stand up and say something to her? Stop it from happening?" Rick asked with pain in his voice. Daryl muttered an apology for bringing up his situation with Lori to the sheriff before grunting in reply to the man's questions.

"She deserves someone better than me."

"And that's Jimmy?" the sheriff asked incredulously.

"Hell nah! But she deserves…." Daryl started.

"Someone who will love her, respect her, support her…none of those things are Jimmy. They're you." Daryl growled and slammed his phone down on the counter, pressing the button to end the call. He glanced back at the clock. Ten minutes until her wedding is supposed to start. Did time always move this slowly? Daryl stood and walked to his bathroom, slamming the door shut and jumping into his shower. The sound of a text message coming to his phone made him jump and his heart leapt back into his throat as he prayed it was Beth again. He quickly rinsed his hair and turned off the water, throwing a towel haphazardly around his waist as he moved quickly to the kitchen and picked up his phone.

The wedding is running late. I hope you're on your way. She deserves you. – H. Greene

Daryl stared at his phone, his eyes wide and his mouth gaping. Another ring came from his phone as another text came in and he opened it shakily.

I told you. Now stop staring at your phone, we can only stall for so long. – Rick

Daryl stared at the phone for another moment before looking at the clock and realizing it was the time her wedding was supposed to start. He dropped his phone with a clatter and ran to his bedroom, grabbing his jeans and a button up shirt and throwing them on. He looked down as he fumbled with the buttons and almost laughed when he realized he had grabbed the dark blue shirt Beth had worn that night. He had the shirt almost completely buttoned when he realized with a curse that he had missed two buttons in his hurry. He cursed again and decided he'd fix it at the church before slamming his feet into his boots and racing out to his motorcycle.

Daryl couldn't remember the last time he had driven his bike this fast. He ran lights and stop signs and cursed when he saw a police car behind him. The car turned its lights and sirens on before speeding past him, honking their horn. Daryl looked in surprise at the officer driving the vehicle and his shock on increased when he noticed it was the new Deputy. The hunter nodded and tailed the police car all the way to the church, the trip shortened as people pulled over for the speeding police officer. Daryl slammed the kickstand out and ripped his key out of the ignition as soon as he was parked. The deputy gave him a wave before driving off and Daryl nodded his appreciation while thinking that he would have to find some way to repay the sheriff and his deputy for allowing his quick passage through the small town.

The closest Daryl had been able to park had been almost two blocks away from the church, so he ran as fast as his legs would carry him, his heart in his throat as he prayed that he wasn't too late.

He took the stairs up to the church doors two at a time and raced inside, following the signs to the chapel as his lungs burned for oxygen. The doors to the chapel came into sight and he pushed the last of his energy into the last few feet, throwing the doors open the moment he was close enough to them.

Every pair of eyes in the chapel turned to him and he felt a rush of panic for a brief moment as he took in all the people staring at him. He met Beth's surprised gaze and he felt his panic vanish. She was more beautiful then he remembered. The dress fit her better then it had when she had dragged him to the store and showed it to him, modeling it in the hall outside the dressing room.

"Beth, stop!" he yelled out, his voice sounding broken to his own ears as he struggled to catch his breath.

"Daryl, what the hell?" she asked as she pulled her hands from Jimmy's and lifted her dress to make her jog down the aisle to him easier and safer for her. Daryl's eyes raked over her quickly and he fought a smile when he saw her boots on her running feet.

"You can't marry him, Beth…" he exclaimed as soon as she was close to him, her hand brushing his sweaty bangs off his forehead. "Please…don't marry him…"

"Why not, Daryl?" This was it, he realized. He needed to get the words out or he would lose her forever. His throat clenched tightly and he struggled to breathe.

"Because I love you…" Daryl could see the surprise in the blonde's bright blue eyes. The surprise quickly changed to happiness and the hunter could see love pouring through that and he felt his heart soar. Beth's small hands grabbed his and gave them a squeeze. He did it, he had stopped her from marrying the jackass. Daryl felt his chest lighten and he took a deep breath in. His breath caught when Beth let go of his hands and turned, walking back down to Jimmy.

She's still choosing him over me? Daryl thought, his heart breaking. He let out a pained gasp and he looked at the floor, regretting ever leaving his house. Beth stopped walking.

"I'm sorry Jimmy, I can't marry you. I don't love you." Daryl looked up at the blonde in surprise. She turned quickly, picking up her dress and running back to the hunter, leaping into his arms. He caught her easily and held her tightly to his body, his eyes burning as relief ran through his body.

"I know why this wedding felt so wrong, Daryl Dixon…" Daryl blinked his eyes as the burning of tears continued but he only cared about the tears he could see rolling down Beth's cheeks, her mascara smearing slightly from them. "It's because I love you." Daryl's heart stopped and he stared at the blonde, searching her eyes for any sign of uncertainty. There was none. He lowered her to her feet and gently wiped away her tears with his thumbs.

He lowered his head to hers, his hands moving to the back of her head as his lips met hers fiercely, hungrily. He could hear Jimmy letting out a string of curses and felt his pride swell at the thought that he had been able to snatch Beth away from the asshole. Daryl broke the kiss and smirked, his eyes moving over Beth.

"God, you're beautiful, Beth Greene…" he paused. He remembered Beth complaining that Jimmy was against her wearing her boots under her wedding dress and he felt his smirk widen at the knowledge that she had done so anyways. "One question, are you wearing your boots with your dress?" her laughter rang out as she nodded, her arms wrapping around his neck as he tightened his hold on her. Beth's decision to wear her boots regardless of Jimmy's order for her not to proved to Daryl that she had known somewhere in her mind that marrying the arrogant man was a bad idea. "Good, I love it." And he did.