Sid sat on the couch she had been sleeping on for the past week. She was currently replying back to emails to all her friends. More importantly the ones from her band mates.

She had told Mimi she was on a break with her band and they were just waiting for her to get back to Vegas so they can start writing a new album. The truth was she had a falling out with the drummer who just so happened to be her boyfriend; well ex-boyfriend.

They had been dating for five years on and off. On their last tour he had went out with the band mates and rowdies seeing as how she was one of the only girls. He ended up cheating on her with a groupie. His excuse was that he just got too drunk and he thought the girl was her. She didn't buy that excuse one bit. For one thing the girl was a voluptuous blonde with blue eyes. He thought it was her? Right.

The rest of the band have been emailing, calling and texting her almost every day. Begging her to come back. Work it out with Greg. Through out her entire life she has learned a lot from relationships. If they are able to cheat once they most likely will cheat again. Especially since there was more temptation with them then there was for a normal relationship.

She was ready to settle in one place. She traveled all over the country and has been to basically all fifty states. She has always wanted to be a singer and still does. She's just being realistic with herself.

Mimi was her only family she had, that she knew about. The week she has been here she has fallen madly in love with her aunt. She was free spirit and did whatever she wanted. She never second guest herself. It was fascinating to just to see her aunt interact with people. Some of Mimi's clients had come buy for appointments.

Mimi was a misuse and sold nature remedies and medicines from her herb garden other natural foods she got at the local farmers market. Her clients would leave lighter and very satisfied. Surprisingly she didn't only get hippy type people, but she had also gotten very business type people. Very few would come to the house. Those types of clients she would go to them.

Sid was very hesitant to let Mimi give her a massage; after she was done she had regretted not asking her to do it sooner. She slept like a baby that day and couldn't remember the last time she had slept that good.

"Sydney" she looked up from her mac pro to see her aunt come from her back art room studio. She was wearing a Def Lepperd shirt and jean shorts that were splattered in various colored paint splatter. "Why did I get a call from a realtor asking about apartment building you would like to see?"

"Oh, um well I was going to let you know that I decided to stay. I was going to anyways depending on how my meeting with my mom went"

"I get that, what I want to know is why you are looking for apartments?" Her aunt narrowed her eyes at her and places her hands on her skinny hips.

"Well I mean, I over stayed my welcome here"

"Non-sense!" Mimi snapped cutting off Sid's nervous stuttering. "I have an extra room you can stay in"

"No Mimi! That's your art studio. I'm don't want to impose on you like that"

Mimi rolled her blue eyes and came over and sat next to her niece. "My sweet girl. You are my niece, I am not going to kick you out, and you are family. Family is very important to me, especially after loosing your mom. You are not getting rid of me that easily"

"But what about your studio?"

Mimi just scoffed and pushed herself off the couch with some difficulty. "I can just move all that stuff into my. I have the master bedroom after all. I have enough room!"

Sid got up and hugged her aunt tightly. Mimi felt like she would break of Sid hugged her any tighter. She knew something was up with her aunt but didn't mention anything. She knew she was anorexic or bulimic, but she knew her aunt was sick. She just wasn't sure with what. "You are the best!"

"Yeah, yeah. Now go get your shit from your car you've been leaving in your car. We'll start moving my shit out and yours in tomorrow morning. Besides I got you a job at Bull Dog Tavern, the owner is a long time client"

"How did you know I was looking for a job?"

"Baby, I know everything, plus I saw the apartment brochures when I was looking for some paper work on the coffee table" she winked at her as she headed back to her art studio. "You need to go see Monty at 9 tonight to fill out paperwork and get your uniform!"

Rolling her eyes she smiled as she got up from the couch and headed outside to get her things from her car. She had to just take a few trips to get everything. Due to never having an actual permanent home Sid never had much. She always kept all her positions to a minimum.

She was getting the last box when she heard the commotion coming to the trailer next door to her aunts. The older man was currently being carried out of a grayish blue pickup from what she has guessed was the man's son. The same man whom she had a staring contest with when she first came to see Mimi.

She could tell the older man was heavily drunk from the way he was having trouble walking. His son had to hold him up as the older man muttered obscenities. His son did not look to happy to be doing this, but at the same time looking like he has done this so many times before. "I don't know why you had to bring me home you dumb shit. I was having fun with that waitress. I'm sure that's something you wouldn't know about, seeing is how you're a faggot"

Sidney has heard his father yell and constantly put him down the week she has been here. She hardly hears a peep come out of the son's mouth. He just puts up with it. It is his father after all; she just didn't understand why he never talked back out move out. The son looked like he was in his late twenties many early thirties.

He had this rugged tough look to him; she could tell he was very quiet. He was the brooding type. Unfortunately for her, that was just her type. He would always look at her with such distain whenever they would lock eyes. She didn't know what his problem was.

"Get off me boy!" They older man stood up straighter and pushed his son off of him. He stormed toward the door and slammed it shut. She wanted to laugh at the way he looked as he walked quickly to get away from his son. He resembled a baby giraffe trying to walk for the first time. The son seeing her for the first time standing by her car narrowed his eyes at her and muttered under his breath as he followed his father inside. Rolling her eyes, as she locked her car walking back toward her aunts.

She grumbled a little having heard what he said as he walked away. Noisy bitch. Stupid redneck hick!

"I see you've witnessed a Dixon argument" Side looked up to see her aunt holding the door open for her.

"Dixon?"

"Yup. The older man is Will Dixon; he's one of the many town drunks. Mean ol' son of a bitch. His son Daryl lives with him."

Sid placed the last of her boxes on top of the small pile in the corner of the living room and turned to her aunt. "I accidentally went to their house before I went to yours. He knew my mom?"

"Will is hardly ever sober now. I heard his wife died in a house fire and ever since then all he does is drink. He's either drinking like a fish or hunting in the mountains. Your mom moved in with me on one of his sober days. The mailman would constantly get our mail mixed up and you mom would always go and exchange it. He would always yell at her and call her names. She just smiled and wished him a good day."

"What about his son Daryl?"

"Daryl Dixon is loyal to a fault. He's constantly looking for his father's approval. After his older brother left Daryl was left to take care of his father and has stayed with him knowing his father needed someone to babysit him. Even when their father would beat him till he was black and blue"

Sid just hummed indicating she understood. "Just stay away from Merle Dixon. He doesn't come around all the often because he's constantly in and out of jail. But he is seriously bad news."

"Sydney I need 5 shots of patron for table nine" Sid smiled at the blonde waitress Jolene. She has been living with her aunt for the past two months and been working at Bull Dog Tavern for a months now. She had gotten her bartending license when she was turned twenty-one so she could various jobs when she would tour with the band. Monty was impressed with her resume and all the bars she had worked at. He made her the head bar tender and a part time waitress when it was extremely busy and she had more help up at the bar with the other bar tenders that worked for Monty.

She had become very close friends with her co-worker Jolene Nickel. She was one of Monty's waitresses he had for the longest time; since he's opened the bar. Jolene was thirty but still acted like she was twenty-one.

She like Jolene, and was glad she was one of the first friends she had made. Jolene was a very beautiful woman. She had straight blonde hair, hypnotizing blue eyes and a very slim figure. Sid loved working because Monty would constantly have them work together knowing that they were an excellent team.

Today was a Friday night and it was one of their busiest nights. Sydney has spent majority of her time behind the bar completely orders in an impressive fast passed manner. She has grown to really love this job, she made sure to thank Mimi almost every night she came home. She was mainly grateful that the uniform wasn't as vulgar as other uniforms she has had in the past with other bars she had working for. Her uniform was a black tank top with a cartoon bulldog growling with a spiked color around the neck. Above the cartoon dog it said "Bulldog Tavern" In silver and gold block lettering. The bottoms were her chose on what to wear. Summer was fast approaching and it was constantly hot in the bar on bust days so today she decided to wear some cut of denim shorts.

Jolene sat in front of Sydney and drank a cold beer that was placed in front of her. Jolene would always hang out at the bar and have a drink when she was on her break. Jolene was a very sweet girl but Sydney knew she wasn't a saint. She had a reputation in the small town of Sedalia. Her makeup was heavy and her wardrobe left nothing to the imagination. On more then one occasion she had come into work with a scarf around her neck. She would later show Sid her collection of hickies and tell her how she got them. Today her makeup was emasculate, her hair was curled and her clothes were just a little more tighter and revealing then usual. "You look nice, what's the occasion?"

Jolene looked at her with an impish grin. "Oh, an old friend is coming in today. He's been gone fore a while and let's just say we're going to catch up on stuff" She winked her pretty blue eye at her friend. Sid just rolled her eyes and shook her head. "Hey! I haven't had fun in a long time! And we always have the best of fun when he's around"

"You just went out with Frankie Boyd a couple of days ago"

"Yeah that was fun. But with this guy it's like Disneyland fun" Jolene giggled finishing off her beer seeing her break was coming to an end.

"Please don't ruin Disneyland for me"

"Sid!" Sid turned to see Monty come out of the kitchen wiping down a glass. "Sarah and Nicole are going on their break, can you manage their tables?"

"Sure thing boss!" Sydney walked out from behind the bar and walked toward the tables her coworkers were taking care of. She went up to a table where Johnny Miller was sitting at with a unknown friend she has never seen before. "Hey boys, my name is Sydney and I'll be taking care of you will Sarah is on her break"

"I know a few things you could take of for me sugar tits" his friends said in a flirtatious voice. The man was a lot older, most likely Monty's age. He was a medium build with no hair and blue eyes that just screamed trouble.

"Don't mind my friend Merle darlin" Johnny smiled apologetically before shooting Merle a pointed look. "We could use another round of beers"

"Coming up" she smiled tightly.

So that was Merle Dixon? He was exactly what everyone said he was. She had encountered people like him before; some were even worse then him. She knew his type; he was harmless. Maybe get a bit handsy but if you said no with a force they' back up. Now if he was on something then she wasn't too sure.

She knew the signs of an addict. She spent time was addicts her whole life being in the music business. And living in Las Vegas she was constantly exposed to all different kind of drugs. She could tell right away that Merle was high and drunk. She could hear it in his slow slurred speech.

For the rest of the night she played waitress and bar tender till Sarah and Nicole came back from lunch. Then she just manned the bar. When she was in the zone, time blew by fast. She saw a lot of regulars through out the night and some people who only came on weekends. Sometime in the night her neighbor Daryl came with his uncle Jessie and sat with Merle and Johnny.

Jessie was a regular and made it a habit of his to call her Aussie. Jessie was funny and sweet. He would try to bring Daryl with him any chance he got. Sydney could tell that Jessie tried to make up for his brother not showing Daryl any affection. They always hung out with coworkers or other people from the trailer park. Everyone was loud and rambunctious; except for Daryl. He would joke around with them and smile a bit but he mainly stayed quiet. Tonight was a little different. He was even quieter then he normally was, he looked like he didn't want to be there at all. They would make eye contact every now and then and like always he would glare at her.

The whole atmosphere in the bar that night was different. No doubt it was because of the presence of Merle Dixon. Sydney could tell majority of the people feared Merle and was nice to him for that reason. He kept getting free beers through out the whole night from his friends, hoping to get back in his good graces. She also noticed her friend Jolene sway her hips more then usual when she was around the older man. More then once she saw him slap a couple of waitresses on the ass. Sydney just rolled her eyes at the whole thing. She tried to stay away from Merle and tried to ignore his words when she had to interact with her.

The bar started closing up and Monty was kicking all the stranglers out of the bar as Sydney, Jolene and the left over waitresses wiped down the bar and tables. The only customers that were left was the Dixon group of course. She already knew that she wouldn't have to take Jolene home like she has for the past couple of days. Jolene was basically glued to Merle's hip when everyone was getting ready to go. They really weren't hiding what they had in plan for tonight. Merle's hand was in Jolene's shorts and would squeeze her ass every now and then. Again, Sydney would just roll her eyes.

Sydney went into the back to get her coat and bag when Monty announced he was locking up. She wasn't surprised to see Jolene drive off with Merle in his father's pickup truck. She could hear her giggles all the till the end of the block. What did surprise her was when Merle shouted, "Good luck finding a ride little brother!"

She looked to Daryl's slumped figure as he chewed on his thumbnail. A nervous habit she noticed he had. She wasn't that surprised that Merle picked pussy over his own brother. She felt bad that Daryl was handed the short end of the stick in the brother department. No wonder he had such a chip on his shoulder.

Sydney made up her mind when she got in her car. She pulled up next to Daryl's as he started walking home. "Get in". He just looked at her like she was crazy and narrowed his eyes at her. "Look, we're both headed in the exact same place" she sighed.

"I don't need your damn pity!"

Rolling her eyes she gripped her steering wheel from telling Daryl off, she was tired and wanted to just lay down. "Look, don't be pissed at me cause your brother left you here to get laid. Stop being stubborn and get in the damn care"

He just stomped to the passenger side and through himself in her car slamming the door shut. She drove them back to their homes in silence; even the radio wasn't playing to fill in the awkwardness. Daryl used this opportunity to study her profile. He took a real good look at her. He's seen her working at the bar and at home but he never got a really good look at her. She was really pretty, that he was able to tell right away. If he was honest with himself he would say she was one of the most beautiful women he has ever seen. He would never admit it though.

He knew her kind. Spoiled, privileged and didn't know what having a tough life meant. He didn't know what she was doing in Sedalia, let alone a trailer park home. He knew that his neighbor Mimi was family or something. That woman was just plain weird. She was some type of hippy. He tried to keep to himself and his own business. They didn't need to know what went on in his home and he didn't want to know went on in their home. He heard his uncle call her Aussie; she would smile at him and bring him a order of fries; on the house. Maybe she felt sorry for them and that's why she decided to live here, maybe she wanted to feel better about herself. Living with these poor folk, felt like she was better then us. He wondered where she got her car; it wasn't the type he thought she would drive. It was a beat up Honda that was in desperate need of a tune up. It smelled like her he thought moodily, smelled just like vanilla and strawberries.

He looked up at her when he noticed she asked him something. "What?" he snapped.

Rolling her eyes she sighed. "I said, do you know another way home? They have the streets I normally take blocked up. A main pipe burst."

"You don't know how to get home? Why don't you look at your GPS on your fancy phone"

"Because it died, can you just tell me anther route?"

Rolling his eyes he slumped more into his seat. "Take Hobble all the way to Ceader, should take us to Victory." The car grew silent again as Sydney drove.

It was taking longer then it should because Sydney had never taken this route before and was unsure if she was going in the right direction. Daryl started to grow agitated. "I should have just walked, would have been home already instead of being your good deed for the day"

"What the hell is that suppose to mean?" she snapped. She seriously need sleep, she felt like she was going to slam his head into the dashboard repeatedly.

"It means I know your type. The hodey todey type who look down on people like me and make it their mission to act like we're some kind of charity case you need to take to feel better about yourselves."

"You have no idea what you are talking about"

"Sure I do. What I don't understand is what a privileged spoiled girl like you are slumming it here in Sedalia"

"You don't know a single thing about me! So don't assume anything about me!" she glared at him. How dare he judge her! He had it all wrong. Her privileged? Spoiled? That's a laugh!

"Whatever just let me out. I'll walk the rest of the way"

"We're here already!" she snapped. "You were too busy being a dick to notice"

He looked and saw she was parked in-between their houses. "Stupid bitch" he muttered storming out the car toward his home.

"Stupid hick!" she yelled back. She slammed her car door and stomped her way to her bedroom. Throwing herself on her bed she screamed into her pillow.

"Dammit!" cursed Sydney as she continued to hit her head over and over again on her steering wheel. She tried to start her car again; all she got was her engine trying to start but just ended up failing. She was on the freeway coming from Atlanta; she was getting something for her aunt for her birthday. She got her special type of oils they only sold at a specific store that was only located in Atlanta. She knew she should have gotten her car checked before she took such a long trip.

She was currently waiting for the tow-truck to come and get her. She thought maybe he car would start till then. No such luck.

She looked up rom her steering wheel when she heard the tow truck pull up to her. She got out of the car smiling, happy to see her rescuer. He smile disappeared as soon as she saw who her rescuer was. Daryl Dixon. You got to be kidding me, she thought as he walked toward her.

"Called for a tow?". She just nodded. "What's wrong with it?"

"It won't start"

He just nodded and opened her hood. "Try to start it" She quietly got in her car and did as he said. She didn't know why was being timid. She would normally be fiery and give him attitude from their last encounter. "Okay stop" She got out of the car when he shut her hood down and started on hooking her car up to the truck. "You need a new starter. Should be taken care of in two days." He handed her a ticket with all the information she needed. "Need a ride or do you have one?"

"Yeah I need a ride home" he just nodded and motioned toward the truck. This was the most talkative she has seen him. He wasn't being rude like she thought he would be due to their argument last Friday.

The car ride started much like the first one did; in silence. This time Sydney took the opportunity to get a real good look at Daryl. She had to admit he was very handsome; even with all the dirt and grime covering his face. She normally didn't like any type of facial hair, but on him it just added to his attraction. She noticed his hands were calloused and large. She always had a weak spot to strong hands. Just thinking about what it would feel like to have his hands on her made her shiver.

"You cold?" she looked at Daryl and met his blue eyes. She shook her head and looked ahead. What was wrong with her? Why was she being so shy? She's never like this. And what the hell was that about his hands?

Daryl couldn't get her home fast enough. Her sent was getting to him; vanilla and strawberries. The thing was he wanted to bath in her sent. After their fight he couldn't get her out of his mind. He was being a pussy and couldn't get over his stupid high school crush on him. Who was he kidding; she wouldn't have looked twice at him in high school. She most likely was one of the popular kids, with the football player boyfriend.

"I'm sorry"

"For what?" he quickly looked at her and turned his eyes back on the road.

"For calling you a stupid hick"

"Oh"

She just looked at him and wait. He didn't say anything. "What?" He asked noticing her stare.

"Now you're suppose to apologize for calling me a bitch"

"Why? I meant to call you a bitch" she just rolled her eyes and smiled looking out the window. He smiled too. He knew something changed between them. He wasn't sure or if it was a good thing. All he knew was that things weren't going to be the same.

Daryl dropped off Sydney feeling a little lighter and joy got off the tow truck with a smile on her face. Daryl Dixon being the cause of that smile, who would have knew.

Unbeknownst to them Merle sat on the porch of their father's home smiling to himself as he watched his baby brother and the new residents of the trailer park. He had to admit to himself that she was a really nice piece of ass. He saw the way his little bother looked at her the moment he walked into the bar. Hoping his brother would be a man and fuck her the night he left him stranded. But no, he pussied out. It looked like ol' Merle had to take matters into his own hands.

Sydney watched her friend Jolene making out with Merle against the tree. They were just a few minutes away from having sex in front of everyone. Sydney called her up that night and invited her to a party her neighbor was having. Jolene lived in the same residence as she and the Dixons. So she wasn't surprised to see Merle there. She sipped her drink and rolled her eyes as her friend displayed unnecessary amount of PDA.

She turned away from the scene and walked to get another drink. She was thinking about walking home. The party was boring and she didn't feel like spending her night getting a free show from Merle and Jolene. When she got to the table with the assorted liquor bottles she noticed a lone figure. It was none other then Daryl Dixon. She had been thinking about him all day, she hated to admit it to herself but she thought he was attractive. Her and her stupid inner teenager liking the brooding bad boy. "Having fun?"

Daryl looked up from his cup and saw Sydney standing right next to him. Why did she have to smell so good? "It's okay. Merle dragged me here saying I had to come." He shrugged taking a sip from his drink. "Don't know why he made me come. As soon as we got here he found Jolene and went to go screw around with her."

"Same" She just looked at him. God, she wanted him. What the hell was that?! Not too long ago he was a dick she would have been happy to never see again. She hasn't gotten laid in a while, that must be it. "Does your brother do that a lot? Ditch you to get laid?"

"To get laid, high, drunk" he shrugged. To him it was nothing new. Merle has ditched him his whole life.

"I think you should ditch this party. Not like he's going to notice" she nodded her head toward Merle who was dragging a giggling Jolene to his truck. She cringed at her friend's antics.

"Yeah, I'm over it" he threw his cup in the trash bin and looked at her.

"Me too, Think you should take me home" He wasn't sure if it was a question or statement. He just nodded and walked with her back to their home.

As they walked together their hands would brush against each other every now and then. This would cause him and take a step away from her trying to put some distance between them. He didn't know why he was even thinking about her, it wasn't like she liked him. He was just some stupid hick.

"Okay, see you later" he mumbled as they approached their houses. He turned to head inside when he felt her grab his wrist.

She let go when she felt him stiffen. He looked at her with his piercing blue eyes. She swallowed the lump in her throat and just said what she wanted to say. "I said you should take me home"

"I know. I took you home"

"No, I mean you should take me home" he was confused. He had no idea what she meant. He just looked at her like she was crazy. He brought her to her house. What the hell did she mean? "Is you dad home"

"No, he's on some hunting trip with Jessie and Buck"

She nodded her head and looked down at her shoes. Not knowing what to do Daryl just sighed and started to head home. "Wait" he turned to see Sydney walk up to him. "You are really a stupid hick" he was about to retart to her insult but before he could get the chance she threw her arms around his neck and attacked his lips with hers.

Taking a few steps back in shock she continued to kiss him. Daryl couldn't think, it felt like he just stopped breathing. He had no idea what the hell was going on! Pulling back she looked up at him with her hazel green eyes. "Take me home Daryl" Oh. That's what she meant. Daryl not one to look a gifted horse in the mouth nodded his head and attached his lips to hers in a heated kiss. He felt her shiver as he traced her figure with his hands. Was he dreaming or something?

He pulled away hearing some laughter coming someone most likely coming home from the party. Daryl grabbed Sydney's hand and led her toward his house.

This night changed everything for both Sydney and Daryl. The moment her back hit that mattress and they both tore off each other clothes. They both knew things were never going to be the same. Neither of them was sure if this was a good thing or not.

But currently in that moment all they could think about was how the other person was making them feel. Sydney couldn't remember the last time brought her so much pleasure. She arched her back and gripped Daryl's hair as he littered kisses all over her body. Daryl knew he would never forget the feeling he got when he was inside of or the noises she made when he hit that right spot. He picked up the speed when he felt her nails mark the skin on his back. He hoped he never woke up from this dream.

AUTHORS NOTE: Pleaaaase comment and let me know what you think and if you like the story! I get so insired and looove all of your comments!

I have biiig things planned for this!

Also I plan to update my SOA story sometime this week so prepaire for that!