This is trash. I am trash.
Beth was driving back home from New York in her old beat up car, and Daryl from Pennsylvania on his motor cycle. He'd been, unknowingly to the both of them, behind her for hours when they reached the first toll on the Virginia Toll Road. Beth paid her fee and his and went on her way. He was shocked when he was waved through after being told the woman in front of him had paid for him too. Daryl didn't think he could just let that stand. At the second toll station, he passed her and paid for himself and her. And thus began their game of highway leap frog as they drove through Virginia, much to Beth's annoyance. All she wanted to do was be nice and pay for the man on the bike behind her.
He knew it was her after the first time he passed her. There was no mistaking her for anyone else. No way, no how. She figured it out when they'd both stopped for gas at the end of the toll way. She should have known it was him. Beth hadn't ever met a man with a will as strong as his. If he set his mind to something, there was no way of getting around it, but she knew she was the same. Quite a pair, they were.
It'd been years since she'd seen him. They'd been together a few months, had been friends even longer, when life had forced them their separate ways. Of course, they kept in touch, Beth calling him often to check in and catch up. Now some wicked twist of fate (or maybe it was fate straightening itself back out) had put them back on, quite literally, the same road.
"Daryl Dixon!" Beth said as she approached him where he was putting gas into his bike. He looked up with a smirk that had her stomach doing flips as if it'd been just yesterday that they were kissing goodbye under the stars rather than years. Lord, how she missed him. "Should have known it was you. Can't you ever let anyone do something nice for you?"
"Not a chance, Greene." Daryl replied as he capped off his tank. She grinned up at him as he closed the distance between the two of them and pulled her to him, wrapping her up in his arms.
"You're stubborn." Beth mumbled her complaint into his chest. A chuckle rumbled through his chest and she reveled in the feeling.
"So are you." He shot back easily.
"Yeah, but you love it." She said softly. "There's a diner across the road, and I know you haven't eaten in hours since you were tailing me on the highway all this time. Grab a bite with me?"
They talked their way through dinner, and of course argued over who would pay for said dinner. Soon enough they found themselves in a nearby motel room, frantically relearning one another's bodies, remembering their likes and dislikes. Beth decided as Daryl nipped and sucked his way down her neck that she didn't care if this was fate twisting or untwisting itself. All she cared about was the fact that she was with him, pressed up against him once again.