BPOV

Getting the permits and landownership was easier than I thought I would be, we started working odd jobs around town to help pay for the land and the supplies needed to start building our little dream home. Things around town stayed quiet, no mobsters interrupting our peace and no threats on our lives. We picked up an old beater car from an elderly couple who no longer needed it for a really cheap price. We decided to stay at the little motel until our house was built.

"Beth?" Daryl said walking in through the door, the strong smell of tobacco and sweat lingered around him. My insides ignited as I came out of the bathroom to see him standing there by the bed. "Hey!"

"Hey." I replied wrapping my long slim arms around his neck. This was our ritual for the last few months, and things were pretty darn perfect. "How was work at the garage today?"

"Mmmhmm good." He mumbled against my neck as he traced little kisses from the base of my ear to my collarbone. "The diner?"

"Great. I brought dinner." I said, he pulled away from my neck and I shivered at the loss of contact. "This weekend we should be able to get the walls up and the floor almost finished."

"Ya. God I can't wait for it to be finished."

"Me too. I just want to live with you in our own house with a kitchen. I miss cooking." I sighed. He chuckled slightly as we dug into the burgers and fries I brought home from work.

...

"We did it. We finished it." I exclaimed loudly as we stood in front of our small three bedroom house with a wraparound porch. It reminded me of the farm house back home only without having multiple floors, and no horses. "It looks amazing."

"C'mon, let's go inside." I followed him up the steps to the front door. His arms circled around me as he swept me off my feet and into his arms bridal style. His lips found mine as he pushed open the heavy wooden door with the toe of his boot. "Welcome home Mrs. Dixon." He said only this time it was even better then when we called that old motel home. I squealed in delight as I kissed him hard. He laughed against my lips as he placed my feet back on the ground. We stood in the doorway admiring our new home. "Gotta surprise for ya."

"What is it?" I questioned excitedly. I followed him into the back of the house into the kitchen area. "OH." I said a little too loudly. "It's perfect, this is what you have been working on in secret?"

"Ya, wan' to get it just right for you."

"We need to go grocery shopping so I can cook." I laughed. He nodded his head towards the fridge so I opened it up to see it fully stocked. I did the same to all the cupboards and found the same thing. "Okay well prepare to have your socks knocked off Daryl Dixon. I am going to cook you the best meal you have ever had." I set off to find the pots and pans and other things I would need to make the best meal ever. I turned on the small stereo next to the fridge and began humming along to a song. It felt so amazing being in the kitchen again. This house is definatly home.

"DINNER." I called out. Daryl appeared in the kitchen looking clean and smelling amazing. "You clean up nice Mr. Dixon." I giggled sitting a plate down in front of him before grabbing my own and joining him at the homemade wooden table.

"Thanks." He chuckled. "Looks good Beth." He smiled. The closer we got the more he started smiling actual full on smiles. At first he was all about the smirk or angry face but now, the love shone in his eyes and even though we haven't actually said the words aloud I knew them to be true. A year ago if someone had told me I would be married and living with Daryl Dixon, Merles younger brother I would have called you crazy. But a year ago I was also taking my clothes off for money and busting my ass in school, things couldn't be more different.

"I love you Daryl." I said out of the blue. His eyes shot up from the plate of chicken parmesan to look into my eyes. His own blues softened the longer he looked at me, the silence stretched on and I was getting anxious under his gaze.

"I love you to Beth. Forever." I leaped up from my chair and planted myself on his lap, my arms around his neck as I kissed him. His tongue swiped my lower lips asking for entrance which I granted instantly. His moans matching my own as our tongues fought for dominance. His hands glided up my sides under my shirt to cup my breasts, his thumbs brushing over the sensitive skin of my nipples. Within seconds my bra and shirt were up over my head and in a heap on the floor. His mouth kissed down my neck until he reached the curve of my breast, his tongue flicking out to lick at the small bud.

Lifting me up, he carried me over to our bedroom, the giant four poster king sized bed sat directly in the middle. I landed on my back on the bed as we made quick work of riding ourselves of the remaining clothing.

...

"Good Morning." I said brightly as I entered our large master bedroom, breakfast on a tray in my hands. He slowly opened his eyes squinting against the light.

"Mornin'." He mumbled rubbing sleep from his eyes. "What's that?"

"Breakfast. Today happens to be our one year anniversary." My voice was light and musical. I sat down next to him as he sat up straighter in bed leaning against the brown headboard. "Love you." I said leaning in to give him a quick kiss.

"Love ya too." He said more clearly. "Really been a year?"

"Yup a whole wonderful year. I mean it was tricky at first but I think well worth it." I rambled on. He kissed my lips to silence my crazy rambling before digging in to the breakfast I had brought in with me. "Do you think we are going to have to stay hidden forever?"

"I don't know? You missing those roommates of yours?"

"Well I would love to invite them over for a summer BBQ one day and Shawn." I said lowering my gaze to the bedspread below me.

"I should probably find a way to call him. That note probably has him a little confused." He confessed. "Today we will take a drive into Alabama and find a pay phone."

"Oh yes that sounds amazing." I smiled brightly. The idea for a road trip spinning my mind happily. We ate in silence neither of us needing many words to be comfortable together.

...

With the windows down and my feet on the dash we drove down back country roads listening to an old CD I found in the small thrift store in Quitman. I hummed along and would catch him looking over to me a smile on his face. Pure perfection.

We pulled into the first town we found in Alabama, a small little off the beaten path kind of place. The one stop light town had a little diner with a pay phone. We sat down at a table to order lunch before making the phone call to my brother. Conversation came easy and the food came quick. The waitress a woman named Rosita hung back, running her hand up his arm. Cleary flirting, but he seemed to not even notice as he looked across the table at me. My eyes looked up to her and she flashed me a bitch grin. "Does my husband interest you?" I asked her with my own vicious tone. Her eyes flashed back to him as she snapped her hand back to her side. He looked up at her and back to me clearly confused.

"I'm sorry, didn't realize you two were um married." She hurried away from the table and into the back room.

"What was that about?"

"That woman was clearly interested in you and I wanted her to stop touching you. Apparently I have a jealous streak." I said my voice hard.

"I only got eyes for ya Beth, no need to be jealous. She aint even my type." My eyes grew big as I looked up at him.

"Type? Really you have a type."

"Ya short blonds who take their clothes off for money." I balked at him a moment before laughing, the tense moment gone from the air. We stood and paid the bill before walking over to the pay phone. He popped in the dimes and quarters before dialing the number for Shawn. "Calling the farm, only number I remember." He told me, my face paled as the loud ringing could be heard. I listened in next to him so we could both hear.

"Hello?" My mother's voice rang through the phone. A tear fell from my eye at the sound I had missed all these years.

"Hi, Mrs. Greene, is Shawn there?" Daryl questioned.

"Yes, one moment." She called out for my brother who picked up on the kitchen phone, my mother still listening in on the other.

"Hello?"

"Shawn it's Daryl."

"What the hell man, where are you what is going on." He said. "You two just up and left and her car what was that."

"Shawn did you tell your family what was going on?"

"Yes well as much as I could I don't really know much." He confessed.

"Shawn, I want you to know we are safe, we can't go back to Georgia not with Martinez alive, but I don't want you to worry."

"Bethy?" My mom said on the other end.

"Hi Mamma."

"You just took off, we miss you please tell us what's going on." She begged, I could hear my father's footsteps in the back ground before he asked her what was happening.

"We can't tell you it's too dangerous. Just know that I made a mistake and now I am paying for it. I am so sorry for leaving like I did and not saying anything. I wish I had been smarter and not done everything that I have but we can't change it and we don't have much time. Mom, dad I love you both. Say hi to Maggie for me." I said to her.

"Martinez is dead Beth."

"What?" Daryl and I said at the same time.

"He was killed by some guy calling himself the governor. Took a golf club to the face." Shawn explained. "All the night clubs under the Martinez rule are now owned by the new guy."

"Oh, wanna test the waters and see if it is safe to become ourselves again?" I asked my brother.

"Yeah I'll go ask around."

"Thank you Shawn, and we are so sorry for that note."

"Yeah that was awful, it didn't even say much." He complained.

"We will call back in one month." I told them.

"Bethy a whole month?" My mother whined. My father started cursing in the background trying to get the phone, mumbling about his baby girl.

"Have an answer about our fate Shawn and then we will tell ya where to find us. Oh and also just so you aint surprised Daryl and I got married."

"WHAT!" Both my brother and mother yelled.

"Shawn." Daryl started.

"You taking good care of her?"

"Of course."

"Then I'm happy for ya. Just don't let her do stupid crap like stripping." I rolled my eyes at my brother even though he can't see me.

"Alrigh' listen we gotta get back on the road it's a long way home from where we are now." He told my family.

"Bye everyone." I sang into the phone. I slumped against the wall behind me as Daryl finished saying his goodbyes to my family. He hung up the receiver and turned to me. "This Governor, do you think he is gonna hold onto Martinez's grudges?"

"Don't know. Either way we can stay hidden if we have to." I nodded my head in response before we made our way back to the car across the street.

"I'm happy either way, I want you to know that."

"I'm happy too." He leaned over the middle of the seat to kiss me before starting the car and pulling back out onto the road to head home.

Well let me know what you think. It didn't really turn out how I wanted but it is just filler before all the crazy shenanigans with Phillip the Governor.

I do like the character of Rosita, I just couldn't come up with another female character that is or was on the show that could really fit the space of being the small town diner flirt. She won't make any more appearances but a few other familiar faces will start to pop up soon.

Please review and tell me how you are liking the story and what you want to see happen next.