I hope you are enjoying this AU Daryl/OC fanfic. Please keep reading, following, favorite and reviewing! I have a lot of it written already and am just revising etc. I will post as I get it tidied up.

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This chapter has a little smut action. 18+ only.

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Jameson shut her apartment door. "Fuckin weird night," she muttered while pulling off her soaking wet clothing. She was freezing. Her car didn't start and it infuriated her. She knew it was a piece of shit but it was pretty annoying to have it not work at all. Especially when she was being watched by the two redneck brothers. That was another weird event of the evening. When she saw them take seats at the bar she inwardly groaned. Expecting Merle to cause another fight she instantly became furious. Jameson watched them both like a hawk but had been pleasantly surprised that they sat in relative silence drinking a few beers.

Jameson felt like they were just watching her all night. It made her antsy. It may have been why the college kid was even able to grab her wrist. Normally a handsy guy wouldn't have been able to get a hold of her so easily. She took care of it though by twisting his ear in her fist. No one liked the feeling of their ear almost being ripped off. Johnnie had taught her that move as a defensive tactic if being attacked. She had slammed his head against the bar for good measure and whispered harshly, "Let go of my arm or I will rip yer ear off and shove it up yer ass. Ya hear me ?" When the guy let go and appeared to be listening she told him to pay his tab and get the fuck out. She signaled Shane to let the guy know he wasn't welcome back. The little incident went unnoticed by most but when she had glanced back over to the Dixon brothers she could see Merle's smirk and Daryl squinting at her.

Jameson looked at her wrist where the guy had grabbed her and saw tiny dark bruises appearing. "Great" she muttered going into the bathroom and took a hot shower. Shivering so badly her teeth chattered she thought about Daryl and how he felt warm next to her in the truck. When he reached across her she had cringed. She didn't really think he was going to do anything but it's been her go to reaction for years. Jameson didn't do well with people touching her without her expecting it. If she initiated, it was fine but then again she didn't really initiate it often. A few one-night stands and a one-month long relationship is all she had under her belt. She liked how quiet he was because she hated loud mouths like his brother. They had the need to constantly fill the space with chatter. It grated on her nerves. Daryl seemed like he could sit quietly for hours, days even.

Stepping out of the shower jameson pulled on a pair of thick flannel pants and a faded sweatshirt. Having no idea what to do about her car but Jameson figured she'd need to walk to town for work. She would call the auto repair place to see if they could tow it in to look at it. Hoping it was repairable because she didn't have the cash for a new one. She collapsed in bed and passed out quickly, her lack of sleep the night before catching up to her.

Jameson woke up at noon and rolled out of bed. Lighting a cigarette and wandering into her kitchen she made a quick breakfast of eggs and toast. She looked up the auto shop's number and called to see if they could tow it. Jim told her it wouldn't be a problem and that he'd give her a call when he got to it.

It was Sunday, which was her last night at the bar until Thursday and she worked at 5am the next morning at the bakery. Mondays were the worst day of the week for Jameson because she worked late the night before. She never got much sleep on Sunday nights. The bar closed a couple hours earlier, 11pm, but she still didn't make it home until midnight on a good night.

Jameson hung out reading and then wrote her brother a letter. She dropped it in the outgoing mail slot in the lobby and started walking into town. It was just a ten-minute drive but it took a half hour to walk. There were a lot of hills and winding roads to hike down. She was going to stop at the auto shop to see if Jim had gotten to her car yet. While approaching the repair shop she heard Daryl ride past on his motorcycle. After Looking up jameosn nodded to him as he pulled into the lot next to the shop. He walked into the pawn shop next door.

"Hey Jim did ya get a chance to look at 'er?" Jameson asked while walking up to him. He was bent over another car pulling out belts.

"Yeah James I did. It needs a new alternator. I don' got one. Gotta order if ya want to repair tha thing." He said while tossing the broken belts into a trashcan.

"How much is it?" she asked while shifting from one foot to the other, biting her cheek.

"It'll be a few hundred James, Sorry." He said and added, "If ya can do half now and the other half next month we can work something out."

Jameson huffed out a breath and tilted her head back. She hated cars. They were giant sponges that never quit soaking up cash.

"Fine, yeah do it. How long ya think?" she asked while pulling out her smokes. Jameson knew she was smoking too much but she couldn't help it when she was stressed out.

"I can get the part by tomorrow evening. It'll be ready by Tuesday." Jim said while he wiped his greasy hands on a red rag.

Jameson sighed. It meant she'd be walking home and to work the next couple days. The bakery was farther away than the bar and it meant she'd be waking up even earlier to get there.

"Alright. Get it done Jim. Thanks. Just give me a call, let me know when it's done," She said while inhaling her smoke, "You need the half now?"

Jim shook his head, "Nah just bring it when ya pick it up." Jameson nodded and started walking away. She was a few blocks from work since she had to detour to the auto shop. Halfway down the street she heard Daryl's motorcycle pulling up next to her.

"Wanna ride?" he shouted over the loud engine.

Jameson looked over at him. He looked completely comfortable on it. She shrugged one shoulder, flicked her cigarette into the street and then walked over. "Yer not gonna crash and kill me are ya?" she asked with an eyebrow raised.

He just shook his head and grunted. She slid her leg over the back of the bike and wrapped her arms around his waist. He pulled her arms tighter and yelled, "Hold on."

The ride was quick on the bike and in a few minutes they pulled into the tiny parking lot. Daryl parked and turned the bike off. She stepped off using his shoulder to balance herself. "Thanks," she said quietly while pulling her hair out of her face.

"No problem. That guy fixin yer car?" he asked while still sitting on the bike, his hands rest on his thighs. Jameson looked up from the ground she had been staring at and let out a humorless laugh.

"Yeah needs a new alternator or some shit. Won't be done til Tueday so I'll be hoofin' it." She glanced at her cellphone to check the time. She was early since Daryl gave her a ride.

"I can give ya a ride if ya like." Daryl offered while not making eye contact, biting his thumb.

"Don' worry 'bout it Daryl. I work too late and too early," Jameson said while shuffling her feet.

"How early could ya work at a bar?" he asked obviously confused.

"I work at the bakery Monday through Wednesday. I gotta be there at 5am tomorrow," she explained.

"Jesus ya work here late and then there at 5? How the hell ya keep standin upright?" He exclaimed.

"Only Mondays are the worst. I'm here til midnight or so, then there at 5. I don't work at the bar Monday through Wednesdays." She said pulling her smokes out again. 'Jesus I'm almost out again.' Thinking to herself. Not lighting another since she was low and needed to buy more she shoved it back in her bag.

"Gotta go Daryl. Thanks for the lift. Last night and today," she said with a small smile. "See ya." She turned to walk into the bar early but decided she'd rather sit down and rest before her shift. She had that zombie book with her to read too.

Daryl cleared his throat and said, "Later." She glanced back and gave him a small wave.

Daryl watched her walk into the bar. He couldn't believe that she was going to try and walk to her other job after working all night. If she got off at midnight she wouldn't be home until half hour past. He didn't know if she worked at the bakery across town but if she did, it would be at least a forty-five minute walk. She'd only get a couple hours sleep if at all. Daryl sat there a minute chewing on his thumb. He decided he would pick her up tonight and see if she wanted a ride in the morning. He could deal with a lack of sleep. He did it all the time anyways.

Daryl came to the bar at 10pm. He knew they closed early on Sundays. When he walked in he saw the place was pretty much empty except for a few college kids playing pool. He walked up to the bar and sat in the spot Merle and he had sat the night before.

"Back again huh?" she said with a small smile.

"Ya. Needed a break from Merle." He lied. He had told Merle he was going for a ride. He didn't mention going to Dale's. Merle was hanging out with a tweeker friend of his and Daryl was happy to avoid the situation. He'd just end up keeping Merle from fighting or something.

"Hmm. I can understand that," she said with a chuckle. Daryl just nodded.

"What can I get ya?" she asked placing a coaster in front of him.

"Can I just get a coke?" he asked and then added, "A bag of those chips too." He pointed to the rack of chips behind the bar. Dale's didn't really have food other than pre-packed snacks and jerky.

"She poured a coke for him and grabbed two bags of chips. "On the house, for the rides." She commented while sliding the bags over.

Daryl shook his head, "No need ta. I don' do handouts either." He pulled out a wad of ones.

She shook her head. "Not a handout for payment of somethin'. You didn't have to give me a ride and I'm sure you're gonna force me to take one tonight to right?" she said with a smirk.

Daryl shrugged one shoulder, "Shuddup." He looked up through his hair while chewing on his lip, embarrassed that she had figured out his plan.

Jameson laughed and shook her head. "You don't have to help me out, You don't even know me, You don't owe me anythin'"

"I know. Just helpin' where I can." He muttered while opening a bag of chips. He shoved a few in his mouth, averting his eyes from her.

"Hey, Can I get some service over here or ya too busy with yer boyfriend?" a college aged kid slammed his hand on the bar twice. Daryl scowled at the man.

Jameson rolled her eyes at Daryl and sauntered to the other side of the bar.

"For a sweetheart like you of course, Whatcha need?" she said flatly.

"Gonna give me lip when you're the one slacking off? I need another pitcher." He snapped.

Jameson shook her head and pulled a pitcher of pale ale and placing it on the bar in front of him. "$8" she said.

"Put it on my tab." He responded while turning away with it.

"Last calls in 45 minutes. Ya think you'll want anything else before then?" she asked while he placed the pitcher on his table with his two friends.

"Maybe, Ya trying to kick us out early? It's only 10." He said loudly.

"No but we close at 11." She answered while leaning her hip against the bar.

"Well I'll pay at 11 then, " he snapped. Daryl watched as Jameson shrugged and started cleaning the counter off. She glanced back at Daryl and saw he was sitting with his arms crossed, glaring at the man. Jameson walked over to Daryl, "Don't start." Daryl looked back at her and said quietly, "Guys a rude fucker. Deserves his teeth kicked in."

"He's a drunk asshole. I'm used to it," she muttered while stacking glasses.

Daryl watched as she cleaned up the bar and started putting chairs on the tables in the unoccupied side of the bar. At five til 11 she made her way around to the few customers getting their tabs paid. He noticed that she left the ornery group for last. When she approached the table with their receipt that guy pretended to not see her.

"Here's your tab. Ya doin' cash or credit?" she asked interrupting his conversation.

"Ain't 11 yet. Fuck off." He said without looking at her. Daryl scowled, having the urge to punch the fucker in the face.

Daryl heard her sigh and say, "Look it's 11, we close at 11. Cash or credit?"

He looked at his watch and then grabbed the receipt paper out of her hand. He tossed it on the table and pulled a wad of cash out. He threw money down on the table.

"I'm not tipping you because I had to ask you to do your job. If ya can't pour beers in glasses ya need to get a new job." He said with a sneer.

Jameson took the cash. "No problem. You can find a new bar to go to."

He shot up, his chair crashing to the floor and shouted, "Ya can't kick me out. I paid my bill. Can't force me to tip you." Jameson took a couple steps back and added, "Don' matter." She pointed to the sign above the bar.

"We reserve the right to refuse service

to anyone we damn well please.

Customers aren't always right."

"You're a bitch. I'll come here if I want to. Can't kick me out." He sneers. Daryl stood up and walked over. "Think ya should leave now. Bars closed." He said while stepping in front of Jameson.

"Oh the redneck boyfriend is also a body guard huh?' the guy said while squinting at him.

"Nah I just take the trash out at night." He said low and gruff.

The guy squared his shoulders and tried to look more intimidating but he was a few inches shorter than Daryl and at least fifty pounds lighter.

"Whatever. This place is a shithole and the beer tastes like piss." He sneered. He turned on his heel and stomped out followed by his two lackies.

"They really shouldn' make ya close by ya'self. Yer gonna get killed some night." Daryl complained while walking to the door and locking it.

Jameson sighed and cleared the man's table. "Ya tell that to Dale. He likes ta cut corners. We don't even have a cook because he doesn't wanna pay someone else." Daryl grabbed a couple glasses and sat them on the bar. "Chairs up?" he said while motioning to the rest of the bar.

"You don't have ta help me. I got it." She said, washing glasses.

"Faster yer done the faster we're outta 'er." He responded, flipping chairs upside down on the tabletops.

"You really don't have to wait either. I can walk," she said.

"Ya need a ride. I'm givin ya a ride." He said leaving no room for debate. "I'm drivin' ya in the morning too."

"Uhuh Daryl it's too early. No reason for you to lose sleep over me. Ya don't even know me." She said and pulled the till out of the cash register.

"Shuddup. Its happenin' Get over it." He snapped. Jameson looked at him and shrugged. "Alrighty if you say so."

They finished up by 1145pm and made their way outside. Daryl slide onto his bike and Jameson climbed on behind him. She used his shoulder to balance again.

"Ya good?" Daryl asked before kick starting the engine. She said "Yep," and put her arms around his middle. He felt her hold on tighter like he had instructed earlier in the day. She was warm and he could feel her little hands on his stomach muscles through his flannel shirt. Her thighs were against his and her chest pressed to his back. He liked it but shook his head of the thoughts. He was just giving her a ride not dating her.

When they pulled up to her apartment he let the motor idle while she climbed off.

"Pick ya up at 445?" he asked over the loud engine.

"Ya, you know where it is? Called 'Lori's'." she asked while pulling her keys out.

"Yeah. Get some sleep. See ya 'n a few hours," he said with tiny smirk. Jameson chuckled and nodded. He watched her walked up the narrow steps and turn to give him a small wave.

Daryl waited for her to enter the apartment building before he rode off. He thought about the evening while he rode to the motel Merle and him were still staying in. Daryl hoped that Merle was out still because he needed to take care of some tension. Having her pressed against him was pretty distracting. His jeans felt too tight and he could still feel the warmth on his back from having her wrapped around him.

Daryl pulled up to the motel and saw that the truck wasn't in the parking lot and breathed a sigh of relief. He could shower in peace and think about the girl with auburn hair. While at the bar he finally got to see her eyes. They were green, just like he had imagined, deep shamrock green. He climbed the rickety stairs to the room and opened the door. It smelled of cigarettes and beer. Merle didn't abide by the 'no smoking' signs that were plastered all over the room.

Daryl stripped off his jacket and shoes, making his way into the bathroom. He turned on the faucet and let the water warm up, while stripping down completely. Once in the shower he washed quickly and then started to take care of business.

He pictured her wrapped around him, her arms snug against his waist. Closing his eyes Daryl pictured her plump lips kissing his neck and her tongue tracing his lips. He gripped himself tightly stroking while he groaned and leaned his free arm against the tile while thrusting into his hand. Daryl imagined her on her knees and those pink lips wrapped around him. He came to the thought of her warm wet tongue sucking him off. Biting his lip Daryl pressed his head against the cool tile, breathing hard. Feeling more relaxed, he got out of the shower and dried off. When he left the bedroom he saw that Merle still hadn't returned.

Daryl laid down after getting dressed and set an alarm on his cellphone. His cheap burner phone had an alarm clock on it. He would only get four hours sleep but it felt worth it to him. Daryl liked helping the girl and liked being around her for some reason. She didn't fill the time with meaningless chitchat. He also liked that she came from the same type of town and background as he did. It felt like she wouldn't judge him for his redneck white trash background or family.

When he woke to the alarm he felt like he hadn't slept at all, Daryl was exhausted. He looked at the other bed and saw Merle hadn't even come back. Scrubbing his face he stretched, groaning loudly.

'Prob'ly got laid' he thought to himself while pulling his boots on. He wore a clean flannel that had sleeves and his jacket with leather cut over it. It was colder out in the mornings and he didn't want to freeze while riding the bike. Leaving the motel twenty minutes before 5 Daryl arrived a couple minutes early at Jameson's apartment complex. She was already standing outside smoking a cigarette.

'She smokes more than I do.' He thought while he watched her climb down the staircase. She said, "Long time no see," with a smile. She looked as tired as he felt. He nodded and let her use his shoulder to climb on again. Daryl liked when she touched him. It seemed like she didn't have a problem with touching him. He guessed it was just when someone reached towards her or surprised her that she had an issue. Jameson wrapped her arms around him. Smelling like soap her hair was damp but braided to the side. They rode to the bakery and when he pulled in he turned the motor off so he could talk to her.

"What time ya off?" he asked while he helped her off the bike. She tripped on a loose piece of concrete Daryl grabbed her elbow, steadying her.

"Thanks, um I get off at noon. I can walk it's no problem. You really don't need to bother carting me around. I'm fine with exercise." She said while shifting from one foot to the other and rubbing her hands together jameson breathed hot air into them. Daryl shrugged and said, "No bother. Give me yer number 'n case somethin' comes up. Never know with Merle." He knew he was just asking so he had her number but felt better using an excuse. If Merle asked him to do something in the afternoon he would just make him wait until he got her home. She took his cell and programmed her number in it and said, "Really its ok if you're busy."

Daryl shook his head, his hair falling into his eyes. "Said it's not a problem but I'll text if I can't make it." He kick started the engine and looked at her one more time. "Thanks," she said with a small smile. She waved and went into the back entrance of the bakery.

Daryl rode back to the motel and saw the Sherriff 's car outside the office.

'Fuckin Merle.' Daryl thought as he parked. It had to be Merle, it was always Merle. He went to his room and waited for the knock. A few minutes later the cop was knocking on the flimsy door.

Daryl opened the door and saw a Sherriff Deputy standing on the small landing.

"Hello, I'm Deputy Grimes are you Daryl Dixon?" the man in uniform asked, taking his hat off.

"Yeah. What'd he do?" Daryl asked while crossing his arms, leaning against the doorframe.

"He's charged with assault 'n battery and possession of a controlled substance." The cop answered. "He's in lockup and set to see the judge later today."

Daryl nodded and asked, "He up for bail er somthin?"

"Maybe but probably not. He hurt the guy pretty bad and had a large amount of Oxy on him." Grimes answered. Daryl let a huge sigh and scrubbed his face. He asked the officer where the courthouse was and what time he'd see the judge.

"Arraignment's at noon and it's in the center of town. Big white building." Deputy Grimes answered and handed Daryl his business card. "Here's my card, it's got my cell on it if ya can't find it. Sorry ta bring ya bad news so early."

Daryl nodded and said, "Thanks, no problem, it's jus' Merle bein' Merle." He nodded to him and closed the door. 'Goddamnit Merle. Of course the day I got plans.' He muttered under his breath.

Daryl flopped down on the bed and tried to decide if he had to be at the arraignment on time or if he could drop Jameson off before heading over. Grabbing his cellphone Daryl texted Jameson, asking if she could leave work ten minutes early. She responded a minute later saying that it'd be fine. Smirking he texted back that he'd see her then. Closing his eyes to sleep more before he had to leave again.

Daryl slept for a few hours before he got up and made his way to the diner for some food. He had a feeling his day was going to be long since Merle got himself locked up. He'd end up spending all afternoon at the courthouse or jail depending on what his bail was.