A/N: I got this incredible prompt on Tumblr and I've had so much encouragement from everyone that I've decided to take this on as a full length story.

Shout out to jazznsmoke for encouraging me to post and HarryPottergrl19 for the wonderful prompt. Both are so sweet and such talented little writers!

Disclaimer: I don't own TWD or any of it's characters

Standing outside the bar, Beth could only curse her own stupidity. She hadn't meant to drink so much, but it was hard to keep track of everything Amy and Tara kept handing her. Earlier that night they came to her apartment and dressed her up and then stole her away to this hole in the wall bar. Her outfit was something she wouldn't have ever picked for herself. The high rise shorts were just long enough to cover her ass but accentuated her narrow waist, at least according to Tara it did, and Amy knotted up one of Shawn's old white shirts the hung slightly of her collarbone and gave a small glimpse of her stomach. Beth supposed she should be thankful they let her wear her chuck taylors instead of the glitzy heels they loved to rock.

But back to the issue at hand, both of her friends were in the process of trying to out drink one another. Beth had floated in that in between state of a decent buzz and being a sloppy drunk wanted to get home before she got included in the games her friends were playing. She didn't really want alcohol poisoning. She began staring hard at the screen of her phone. Who did she exactly call?

She knew her father was completely out of the question lest she want a lecture on the dangers of alcoholism in their family. She considered Maggie for minute, but decided against her sister unless that was the only option. Maggie would hold onto this information and later use it as blackmail when she didn't want to do something. Her sister was conniving enough to do that, she had witnessed Maggie get Shawn to completely clean out her horses stall just so she wouldn't rat him out for sneaking out.

That was it! She'd call Shawn! He would never rat on her because he hated when Maggie did that. He might be a tad bit pissed that it was three in the morning, but his over protectiveness would override that anger. She struggled to punch in the passcode into her phone. Fuck, maybe she had more to drink than she originally thought?

The phone rang twice before a gruff voice answered the phone.

"Hey, Shawn can you uh come get me?" Beth could only pray she didn't slur her words too bad. It was better for him to only think she was tipsy. His overprotective streak was well known in their home town.

"Fuck, Beth where are you? This ain't Shawn's number anymore" The gruff voice now suddenly clicked with Beth. It was Daryl Dixon, Shawn's best friend and also the guy she had been not so secretly crushing on for a few years. When did he get Shawn's number? Beth's confusion was cut short when Daryl asked again where she was.

"I'm at Jakes, but I wanna go home and my rides I think are worse off than I am" Beth mumbled. This phone call was much more awkward when it was her crush rather than her brother.

Daryl had told her to go back inside and wait, he'd arrive in fifteen minutes. Beth snapped her phone shut and went back to join Tara and Amy.

The fifteen minutes passed pretty quickly, but that could be the three extra shots of whiskey Beth took to help calm her nerves. If she had been teetering on the edge before she was completely gone now. One of the bar regulars, Len, had been leering at her all night and making suggestive comments to his friends began to make his way over to Beth.

His path was intercepted by an intimidating Daryl Dixon who gave him the coldest glare. Len could see Daryl was sober and he had no shot of beating him in a bar fight turned and went right back to his friends. Daryl helped Beth from the bar stool she was seated on and let her lean on him as they walked to his truck.

"How come you have Shawn's number?" Beth wasn't even sure her question came out coherently, but Daryl seemed to understand what she said.

"I think he or Maggie switched our numbers as a joke and you didn't catch it because you're drunk Greene" He was shaking his head. Beth knew Shawn and him were the best of friends, but he didn't exactly approve of the practical jokes they played on her.

She hmph'ed in response. Between the heat blowing from the truck's air conditioning and those last shots of whiskey Beth could feel her eyes closing against their will. Before she passed out she swore she heard love you Greene, but it just had to be the alcohol in her system right?

The next morning Beth woke in a bed that wasn't her own, but she did recognize the sheets. She turned red as she realized Daryl had taken her to his apartment because she had blacked out on him. She was mortified she had let herself get that drunk. She padded out into the living room to see Daryl watching the weather channel. She knew he must be planning a camping trip soon, he and Shawn went regularly.

"I'm so sorry about last night" Beth could only hope he knew how genuinely sorry she was. She wasn't the girl that called people drunk. Hell, she wasn't the kind of girl to even get drunk.

"Don't be. I don't mind being your chauffeur when you're drunk. You say the most interesting things Greene, anytime you're drunk you can call. Hell, you can call sober too" He said with a joking manner.

It made Beth wonder what exactly she told him, but she knew one thing for sure; she'd take him up on his offer to call him when she was sober.

"Let me buy lunch and you can tell me about how crazy I am drunk Mr. Dixon"

Beth couldn't keep the smile off her face when she saw Daryl grab the keys to his truck and motion towards the front door. No, this would lead to many more phone calls. Hopefully all of them would be made sober. She'd have to thank Shawn. This was one practical joke she could take.