Daryl Dixon didn't know what he'd expected to get out of his day off, but he certainly hadn't factored in that toy store or that girl and that coffee shop. Now though, he couldn't be more thankful.

Daryl Dixon had done a lot of things in his lifetime, but he was sure this had been one of the most ridiculous (and lucky) things so far. He was bored out of his mind, Dale giving him (forcing him to take) the day off. He had nothing to do, and somehow he found himself in the toy store in town. He walked through the aisles pressing buttons and turning on toys before walking off to the next one leaving the previous one beeping or honking or singing or whatever else the toys kids played with did. Yeah, it was definitely a bit of a pathetic form of entertainment. The thing that kept him there wasn't the toys though, it was the gorgeous little blonde woman that trailed him, shutting the toys off with an annoyed look which in turn pulled a smirk from him.

Daryl found it amusing, and maybe even a little cute, though if anyone asked, then no of course he didn't ever think anything or anyone was cute.

He came to the end of the last aisle of toys and was half tempted to go start back up again at the first when that sweet, soft, albeit angry, voice cut over the noise the last few toys he had set off.

"That's like the fiftieth toy you've played with and left on and I swear to all that is good and holy that if you walk away without turning it off I'm gonna-!" Daryl turned to look at the blonde who struggled to find a threat to suffice, and alright, okay, he'd admit it, she really was adorable. Especially the way her annoyance had her face flushed red, and the little furrow in between her eyebrows just topped it off.

"You're gonna what?" He pressed with a quiet laugh.

She huffed in response before rolling her eyes, "Just turn off the damn toys. I get enough of that from five year olds, I don't need it from a grown man!"

"What happened to 'customer's always right' or some shit like that?" Daryl asked, still enjoying riling the girl up.

She laughed at that, but he could tell he wasn't really forgiven yet. "You're right, sir. Of course, sir. Customer's always right, sir."

"Come on, I was just kiddin'." Daryl responded and reached over to silence the last toy that was still making noise.

The woman smiled at the action, and he was shocked at how bright her smile was. She was like the embodiment of sunshine, probably. Even when she was annoyed like that, she was all bright smiles and flowing blonde hair and that sweet voice of hers. Yeah, just like sunshine.

"What's your name, anyway?" He asked, giving her a brief once over. "Thought you people were supposed to have name tags or somethin'."

"Beth Greene." She, Beth, responded extending her hand. Normally he'd have ignored it and waited for the other person to drop their hand, but he couldn't bring himself to annoy her any more. He wanted to see her smiles and hear her laugh. Daryl was sure he'd have gotten a beating for the way he was thinking about this girl. Hell, he was just about ready to beat himself up if he was being honest.

"Daryl Dixon." He said, shaking her hand once before dropping it like he'd been electrocuted. He'd never once like holding anyone's hand before, but he didn't think he'd care too much if he had to hold hers. Daryl internally slapped himself for that one. Beth fidgeted with the watch on her wrist for a moment before looking back up at him.

"So, Mr. Dixon, if you're done being a menace in my store, I'm off in five." She said. "Wanna go grab a coffee or something?"

Daryl was shocked, and he voiced it. "What the hell you wanna go anywhere with me for?"

Beth laughed and shrugged. "I think you're cute. So you want to or what?"

"Yeah." He answered.

Two years later he found himself in that same coffee shop, sipping a drink with Beth Greene across from him, a bit of whipped cream on her nose. He leaned forwards and wiped it away before sitting back in his seat to watch her again. Daryl was sure it was the best choice of his life, going into that store and messing with those toys, because otherwise, he wasn't sure he'd have ever met Beth Greene, and that would have been the biggest tragedy of all.

I dunno this one is kinda shitty, I think. I appreciate the reviews though, Zombielibrarian and NicoleTheresa1. Never gotten a review in my life, so its sorta cool. Yeah. I dunno. And my titles are just so lame. Enjoy?