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It seemed that Saturday couldn't come soon enough for Daryl. He had been working at the garage all week and usually he didn't have a problem with it, it was just mindless work that kept his hands busy. This week, however, it seemed that every time he stepped inside the oil stained building his brain would flash with the images of Beth over the hood of that car. This definitely made it harder for him to work efficiently.

After talking to the woman briefly on their smoke break, Daryl felt like a pervert whenever those pictures ran through his mind. Now he realized that she was a genuinely nice person, one who was in a relationship. Right there was one thing Daryl couldn't comprehend. He had no clue how someone lucky enough to call her their girlfriend would be okay with the idea of her fuckin' other people, even if it's just for 'show'. He tried not to think about that anyways, wasn't like it was any of his business. What Daryl did know was that while he was parking his bike in the warehouse parking lot, noticing her car already present, he was looking forward to seeing the girl he couldn't seem to keep off his mind.

Beth and Jackson had both somewhat recovered from their illness, so here she was at work, trying to make up for the hours she had missed last weekend. She was thoroughly exhausted, her body taking longer to get back to normal after being sick due to the fact that instead of resting, she spent most of her time taking care of her son. Today, they were finishing the filming for the video she was supposed to finish last weekend. Both the director and the 'actor' she was working with had been making snide comments all day about having to rearrange their schedules to get it done, and Beth was about ready to punch someone in the face.

Finally they had finished filming but Beth still had to wait around while they review their footage to make sure they got all the right shots. She wrapped her robe around herself and snuck outside with a cigarette, lighter, and phone in her hands. Pushing open the back door, she was met with the sight of Daryl sitting in the same place as before. He looked up at her and she smiled at him. "Fancy meetin' you here!" Her voice came out much bubblier than it should have, given her current mood.

Daryl's lips curled up into a barely there smirk at her sarcastic comment. "Yeah, what a surprise." It most definitely was not a surprise. He had come to this spot in hopes that he might run into her again. Beth laughed and put the cigarette in her mouth, lighting it up and inhaling as much as her lungs would allow. She was startled when he spoke up again, not expecting him to be much of a conversation starter. "You know, I hear those things will kill you."

Beth eyed his own cigarette with a raised brow before meeting his eye again. Out in the sunlight, really looking at them, she could see they were a beautiful shade of dark blue, almost like an ocean she could get lost in. "Yeah but it doesn't count for me because I only do it when I'm feeling particularly stressed out." She said with a fake smug look on her face.

"So just at work then?" Daryl ventured a guess.

Beth bobbed her head in response as she inhaled again. "Yep, pretty much."

He wanted to ask her why she did it if she didn't enjoy it but he didn't think it'd be too appropriate, they weren't exactly that friendly yet. He could, however, come up with a few of his own guesses. They both smoked in silence, with Beth checking her phone every now and then. She took another drag before throwing the butt on the floor and stomping it with her pink high heels. "Better get back inside. Nice seeing you again, Daryl."

Chills went up his spine, hearing his name come from her beautiful mouth again. He exhaled the cloud of smoke from his lungs as she walked back inside. "You too." He said after the door had shut behind her.

Later on around seven, Max came to talk to Daryl. "Hey man, everyone seems to be going home pretty early today so if ya want, you can just head out now."

Daryl nodded at him. "Yeah, thanks."

He checked his pockets making sure he had his crappy flip phone, keys, and cigarettes before making his way to the front door. He had pushed it open when Max yelled for him again. "Hey Daryl!"

Daryl stopped, his hand holding the door halfway open and turned back towards him and saw that Beth was now standing with Max, currently back in her regular clothes. Her outfit consisted of some black wedges, flared dark wash denim pants, and a tight black long sleeved t shirt. It seemed that no matter what she was wearing, Daryl couldn't help but stare. "Yeah?"

"Since you're walkin' out anyways, mind escorting Ms. Beth here to her car?"

"Um yeah sure, no problem." Beth smiled and made her way out of the building, her arm brushing against Daryl's chest as he held the door open from the inside for her. The contact made her whole body erupt in goose bumps that left as quickly as they had come on.

They began the short walk to Beth's car with her speaking up, clearly a little more uncomfortable with the silence than Daryl. "You excited to be off early?"

Daryl shrugged. "I guess, don't got any big plans or nothing." He took his eyes off the floor to look over at her. "How 'bout you?"

Beth adjusted the purse strap on her shoulder before shoving her tiny fingers into the tight pockets of her jeans. "Me either. I'm pretty boring. I don't have to be home for another couple hours though." Daryl was confused at her words as it sounded like she had a curfew or somethin'. " Actually, do you wanna go get a drink with me? There's this little bar just a few blocks from here."

Momentarily shocked at her offer, Daryl was able to choke out some coherent words. "Uh, yeah, sure...that'd be...nice."

Beth giggled at his response. "Well jeez, don't sound so excited!"

"No, really...I think I'd like that."

Beth offered to drive him to the bar since it was only a couple blocks away. It felt nice to have him near, in the tight space of the small car. She felt comfortable with him. When they entered the dingy bar, Daryl felt a little more at ease. He wasn't exactly expecting place that served fancy martinis and other cocktails, but he didn't really expect Beth to bring him to a place like this. The room was small, the countertop taking up almost half of the space, and there were only a couple people inside, mostly old men looking to drown their sorrows, trying not to think about their shitty lives. Beth walked over to the bartop and hopped up on a stool, while Daryl followed her lead.

A women with long brunette hair and a smile behind the bar walked over to them. "Hey Beth! So good to see you!" The woman reached out to grab Beth's hand and gave it a squeeze.

Beth's face lit up at seeing the familiar woman and the image made Daryl's stomach flutter. He rubbed at it, trying to make the feeling stop. "Lori! Good to see you too! How have you been? How are Carl and Judith? And Rick?" Daryl felt lost, not having any clue who these people were so he tried to tune out but it was so very hard not to eavesdrop on two women catching up due to the enthusiasm and noise level.

"Oh everyone's great, just so busy. You know how it is. They miss you though!"

"I miss them too."

"How's Jackson?" Daryl's ears perked up at this. Jackson was probably the boyfriend.

"Oh he's doing well, just getting over being sick." Daryl thought this might be why Beth was in no hurry to get home, knowing how guys could be when they were ill. She probably didn't want to take care of some man-child.

"Aw, well I hope he feels better soon!" For the first time since she walked over, the woman, Lori, looked over at Daryl. "And who's this?"

Beth gasped lightly. "Oh God, I'm so rude! Lori, this is Daryl. Daryl, this is Lori."

Lori smiled at Daryl. "Nice to meet you."

Daryl tipped his head at her. "Yeah, you too."

"Well, what can I get you guys to drink?"

Daryl was about to order a beer when Beth decided to speak up for the both of them. "Surprise us!"

Lori laughed. "Alright, don't expect to be too shocked."

She busied herself with gathering their drinks and came back with glasses filled with clear liquid. "Vodka?" Beth questioned. "How creative."

Lori reached over to smack Beth's arm lightly. "Oh shut up, it's moonshine."

Daryl raised his eyebrows at this while Beth laughed. "Don't even call it that. It's that weak stuff they sell in all the liquor stores. Not real shine."

"Yeah, and what do you know about that?" Daryl was interested in hearing the answer to this as well, but Beth was much too coy.

"I have my ways."

Lori laughed at her response and the innocent smirk on Beth's face. "I just go by whatever the label says it is. Enjoy your drinks guys, let me know if you need anything."

"Thanks Lori!" The bartender finally walked away leaving Daryl and Beth basically alone as no one was paying them any attention.

"So you a regular here or somethin'?" He picked up the glass and brought it to his lips, taking a swig of the drink. It went down smooth, tasting slightly of sugar, ending with a slight burn in his abdomen. Definitely not the real stuff.

Beth snorted which made her blush but Daryl just found it adorable. Wait, no. He wasn't even supposed to know what the word adorable meant. It was endearing. Yes, much better. "Hardly. I used to watch her kids. Her husband's the sheriff. She just picks up shifts here every now and again to help with money." He just nodded in response, figuring that she would have been a babysitter at some point. For some reason, he had the idea that she would be good with kids.

Beth took a sip of the drink, grimacing as it made it's way through her digestive tract. She set the glass down and brought her hands to her face, rubbing them against her eyes. "Why do you do it?" She blinked, her eyebrows knitting together, not quite sure at what he was asking. It took her a moment before she realized he was asking why she did porn. He must have assumed her silence meant that she was offended rather than confused. "Shit, I'm sorry. I was thinkin' about it earlier and I didn't ask because it probably woulda come out rude. Just forget I asked, I'm sorry."

Beth put her hands up, shaking them along with her head. "No, no, I was just trying to think of what you were talking about. You didn't upset me. Don't worry about it. It's a pretty normal question, I guess. It's not like people dream of being an adult film star when they grow up."

Daryl shrugged. "Ain't the worst thing in the world, that's for sure. I'm just curious is all. Not even really any of my business."

"Sure, it is." Daryl looked at her confused. "You're my friend, Daryl. You are allowed to ask things about me." She was such an open person, someone who obviously wasn't into playing games. She was simple, and that's what Daryl liked. He didn't even realize she hadn't answered his question until she pulled out her phone and pulled something up on it. Showing him the screen, Daryl eyes met the picture of a young boy with Beth. He studied it, noting the kid's blonde hair and blue eyes that matched her own. "That's my son, Jackson."

Daryl's eyes widened. "Oh, I thought...never mind." He wasn't about to admit to her he was thinking she had some boyfriend waiting for her at home. Suddenly the phone conversation clicked along with what Lori had been talking about.

"He's four and quite the handful sometimes." Daryl quickly did the math in his head, and it was like Beth could tell what he was thinking. "Yeah, I had him when I was sixteen."

Daryl wasn't about to judge her, once again knowing there were worse things to be rather than a teenage mother. "He's a cute kid."

Beth smiled and glanced at the picture before putting her phone back in her bag. "Yeah, he's my world." Daryl took another sip of his drink, not quite sure what to say. "He's why I do it." He knew she must have made pretty good money doing what she did and it's not like it was a job where she had to work long hours every day, so he could understand how that would help her out.

"You ain't got any help with him?" It was an assumption, but she hadn't given him any reason to believe otherwise.

Beth's face dimmed, shaking her head. "His daddy didn't want him from the moment I told him I was pregnant. It's hard to blame him, we were just kids." Daryl's fists curled. 'Kid' or not, it takes two to tango. "My parents were real upset. You know, such a disappointment that their baby didn't save herself for marriage. The plan originally was to give him up for adoption...but when they laid him on my chest for the first time, I just knew I couldn't live without him." Daryl nodded, keeping his eyes focused on her, intent on hearing every word she had to say. "So when I decided to keep him, they wanted no part in it. I was left with no where to go. My sister, Maggie, she's real supportive but she was in college, livin' with her boyfriend...not exactly enough room for her younger sister and a baby. She sent me money though, whenever she could. I didn't know what I was going to do." Daryl felt sad for her, that she had to endure that. "I was sleeping in my car..." A tear escaped out of one of her eyes and she quickly used her sleeve to wipe it away. "How sick is that? Making my newborn son live out of a car?"

Daryl felt the sudden urge to hug her, and if he was a more touchy person, he would have. "Seems like you were doin' the best you could."

The corner of her lips turned up into a small smile. "I guess..." She sighed before continuing on with her little story. "I was in the grocery store one day. I must've looked like such a mess, screaming infant in my arms and everything. I was tryin' to buy some food but didn't have enough money to pay for it and the cashier was giving me this horrible look, judging me. This older couple in line behind me offered to pay for my food, and I was so desperate that I let them. Once I was outside putting the few bags in my car, they noticed all my stuff in it...they started asking questions and one thing led to another...they invited me to come live with them." She smiled at the memory and Daryl could almost feel the grateful feelings radiating off of her. "Dale and Irma...they took care of us. Gave us food...shelter...helped me raise my son right." Daryl couldn't help but smile at the tone of her voice, even now, years later, she sounded relieved, like a huge weight had been lifted from her shoulders, while talking about this. "I got a job workin' at a diner, but the money was shit. I would never be able to move out on my own. So when I turned eighteen, I saw this ad online, calling for young pretty girls who wanted to be in the entertainment industry. I figured, hey why not look into this. I had always wanted to be a singer. I was shocked when I found out it was just for porn...but the money was right, so I did it. A year later, I was able to support Jackson on my own. Dale and Irma are on an RV trip around the country, but they're still a big part of our lives. Even though they're not blood, they're his grandparents." Daryl was stunned into silence. This amazing woman had endured so much, and had come out relatively normal, unlike him and his childhood. "So that's why I do it. I'm never going back to not having a bed to sleep in, or not having enough money to get food for my son. It's not an option."

"You're a good mom, Beth." It was the honest truth.

"Thanks...sometimes it's just nice to hear that." Beth laughed, trying to lighten the mood as she rubbed her eyes again, trying to rid them of any stray tears. "It may not be the ideal situation, but I don't hide it from anyone and they still accept me. I'm able to give my son a life, and really, that's all that matters to me anymore."

After she was done sharing, Beth and Daryl fell into easy conversation. He was actually surprised when Beth looked at the time and told him it was just after ten. The time had flown right by with her. "I better get home, don't want to piss off the sitter." Daryl nodded, pulling out his wallet to pay for their drinks. Beth tried to stop him. "I can get it, I invited you!"

Daryl chuckled, shaking his head at her. "Ladies don't pay for their own drinks." He threw a couple extra bucks down, making sure to leave a tip for Lori.

"Well, in that case, thank you. Such a gentleman."

Daryl scoffed at her words. "Very funny."

"Do you at least want me to give you a ride back to the parking lot?"

He thought for a moment, and as much as he wanted to spend just a little extra time with Beth, he knew she had more important things to do. "Nah, go on, get home to that kid o' yours."

She smiled at him, and he knew he'd never get sick of that sight. "Thanks Daryl. I had a lot of fun tonight."

"Yeah, me too." It was the first time in a long time that Daryl actually had a good time. He flinched slightly when Beth stepped forward and put her arms around him, pulling him in for a hug. It was short, but so sweet. He got a nice whiff of her hair, noting that it smelled like candy, and he could feel every curve of her figure pressed up against his front. He cursed his body as he felt his cock twitch in his jeans from the contact. He gave her a pat on the back, a fucking pat on the back like she was one of the guys and then she pulled away. "See ya tomorrow, Daryl!"

"Goodnight, Beth." He again waited to watch her safely get to her car and drive away before he started his short walk back to his motorcycle, feeling the best he had in a long long time.

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