Beth rolled out of her bed and stumbled into the kitchen, noting the time on the oven, ten to eight. She stifled a yawn with the back of her hand before turning on her coffee pot, only having to press the button to start the coffee brewing. Seconds after she turned the pot on a knock came at the front door. She shuffled over and checked the peephole, seeing the familiar red of a Comcast technician. She opened the door and welcomed him, startled by the piercing blue of his eyes. She took a moment to collect her thoughts before taking him to her modem and explaining her issues with it.

Daryl waited patiently at the door of a beautiful Georgia farm house, waiting for one Beth Greene or someone over the age of 18 to come to the door. 8 am and the sun is already glaring down. He was taken aback by the blonde beauty that opened the door, her big blue doe eyes staring at him. He shook the long hair out of his eyes and followed her inside, trying to keep his eyes off her perfect ass. He began tinkering with the modem and wires. He found it hard to keep his mind on his work and not on the blonde sitting on the couch behind him as we worked. He took note of all the guitars scattered across the room, sheets of music scattered across the coffee table, and the various photos across the walls of the girl behind him in different recording studios. "Ya sing or somethin'?" He asked, shocked at his own question. Jobs meant dealing with crabby customers, not chatting with them and asking about their lives. Not being much of a talker to begin with, and his usual penchant for saying the minimum for his work, he found he wanted to talk to her, wanted to hear everything she had to say.

"I'm a singer...I'm recording my second album. I write and play my own guitar on all of my tracks."

He looked thoughtful for a second, pausing in his work, "I...Uh...ya mind playin' somethin'?" He asked bashfully.

Beth's smile was quick to form and took over her entire face, the sight of it making Daryl want to smile back at her, not just his usual smirk but a genuine smile. She felt her heart start racing and jump to her throat as she crossed the room and grabbed her favorite guitar. She sat perched on the edge of the couch and began playing a soft tune.

Her voice rang out clearly across the room.

"I'm standing on the bridge
I'm waitin' in the dark
I thought that you'd be here by now
There's nothing but the rain
No footsteps on the ground
I'm listening but there's no sound

Isn't anyone tryin' to find me?
Won't somebody come take me home?
It's a damn cold night
I'm tryin' to figure out this life
Won't you, take me by the hand?
Take me somewhere new
I don't know who you are
But I, I'm with you
I'm with you
Hmm hmm hmm

I'm looking for a place
I'm searching for a face
Is anybody here I know?
'Cause nothing's going right
And everything's a mess
And no one likes to be alone

Isn't anyone tryin' to find me?
Won't somebody come take me home?
It's a damn cold night
I try to figure out this life
Won't you, take me by the hand?
Take me somewhere new
I don't know who you are
But I, I'm with you
I'm with you
Yeah yeah

Oh, why is everything so confusing?
Maybe I'm just out of my mind
Yeah, yea eee yeah, yea eee yeah
Yea yee yeah, yea eee yeah, yeah

It's a damn cold night
Tryin' to figure out this life
Won't you, take me by the hand?
Take me somewhere new
I don't know who you are
But I, I'm with you, yeah
I'm with you, yeah

Take me by the hand
Take me somewhere new
I don't know who you are
But I, I'm with you, yeah
I'm with you, yeah

Take me by the hand
Take me somewhere new
I don't know who you are
But I, I'm with you, oh
I'm with you
I'm with you"

Shivers shot up and down his spine hearing her sing this song. He felt something in his gut twisting and finally loosen as he thought on the words and the meanings. I want to be that someone taking her hand. He felt this insane attraction and draw to her, this need to protect her and keep all pain and hurt from her.

She waited, holding her breath, for his response to the song. She didn't know why she sung that particular song, but as she sung the last note she felt like she had written it all those months ago specifically for the beautiful man kneeling in front of her, holding her modem.

"Yer voice is almost as beautiful as ya are." He blushed as soon as the words left his mouth, his blush worse than the blush that settled on her cheeks at his compliment.

He went back to his work, not lifting his eyes until he'd finish, feeling self conscious and like he couldn't look up at her again. When he finally gained the courage to look up at her again he saw the same smile gracing her angelic features and smiled back at her. The smile took her breath away.

They fell into a playful banter as he explained how he fixed her modem and what to do if she experiences the problem again. Then he dug into his pocket and pulled out a random business card and wrote his personal cell number on it before handing it to her. "If ya have any issues jus' call an' I'll fix it, then ya don't gotta call the company an' they won't charge ya."

She smiled and fought the urge to move closer to him and press a kiss to his stubbled cheek.

"This may be weird and you can totally tell me I'm crazy...but...Do you maybe want to go get a coffee with me or something, Mr. Dixon," Beth asked as she read his full name that he'd written on the card with his number. The smirk that took over his features with her calling him Mr. Dixon made her smile grow bigger.

"Sure. I'd love ta get some coffee or somethin' wit' ya. When'd ya like ta do that?" He asked.

"The sooner the better...What time do you get off work?" She asked, unintentionally batting her eyelashes. He felt his heart in his throat watching her bat her eye lashes.

"How 'bout now? I'll call my boss an' tell him I'm sick or somethin'."

"Sure! You mind waitin' while I get dressed?" She looked down at her superman pajama bottoms and one size too big sweater, thinking about the horrifically sloppy bun she'd thrown her hair in that morning as she wandered to make coffee.

She blushed again and Daryl nodded, "Take yer time. Imma go out ta my van an' make a call or two. Want me ta meet ya somewhere an' we can get breakfast?"

"If you want to wait we can take my car an' we can go to this diner right in town. My 'big brother's' wife owns it."

He agreed happily and went out to his van to make necessary calls to get out of work for the rest of the day. Beth changed quickly, throwing on a short skirt and a cute mostly see through gray Superman top, giggling at her own nerdiness, but deciding the nerdness was outweighed by how fantastic the top made her look. When she finished getting ready to go she went outside and motioned for him to follow her to the garage.

She lifted the garage door, Daryl rushing to give her a hand, and stopped, his jaw slack at the sight of the 1969 Chevy Impala. "This is yers?" His voiced filled with wonder and amazement.

She nodded before going and unlocking the car, motioning for Daryl to get in before starting her up and driving them to the diner. The car ride to the diner was spent in most silence except for Daryl asking about the car, how she'd gotten it and admiring how well kept she sounded. "I've always loved old muscle cars. My daddy found this and bought it for me before he died right before my 21st birthday," She explained as she looked away from the road to look over at him and smile softly. He reached over and placed his hand over hers momentarily, surprised when she flipped her hand over and threaded her fingers with his.

When they arrived she led him inside, hugging Lori and explaining Lori's connection to her, before Lori led them to a secluded corner booth, smiling knowingly at Beth before leaving them to figure out their order.

Their meal was spent talking and laughing about shared loves, animals and TV shows they both happened to watch. When they finished their food Daryl paid their bill, Beth insisting that she could get the bill, and Lori telling them that it was on the house, (Daryl refusing both of them and paying the bill regardless), and Beth drove them back to her house. They stood on the front porch awkwardly, watching each other.

Daryl took a step closer to her, putting caution to the wind as he lifted a hand and ran it through the flyaway curls around her ears, smoothing them back before cupping her face and tilting his head down, pressing a gentle kiss to her lips before pulling back. He started to stammer out an apology for kissing her so soon but was cut off by her standing on her tiptoes and gripping his hair in her hands and pulling his head down to hers, kissing him again. They kept kissing, Beth's hands moving from his hair to the front of his shirt and pulling on it as she stepped backwards towards the front door. She let go with one hand long enough to open the door and step inside, pulling him with her.

Their hands fumbled and grasped at each other, clothes flying across the room in a scramble to get undressed. Beth took his hand once more and led him to the couch before kissing him again, and pulling him down with her, both half undressed.

"What're we doin' Beth?" Daryl pulled back a little to look her in her eyes. He didn't feel self conscious with her, being bare-chested and her hands roaming over his stomach and back.

"I don't know but I don't wanna stop... Do you?"

"Hell no." He began kissing her again, letting his hands wander over her body, learning each dip and curve, then his lips were following his hands, tasting her strawberry body wash. His lips stopped at the top of her skirt, his eyes lifted to look at her, asking for permission. She nodded before lifting her hips. Her skirt and panties quickly joined the rest of their clothes, and his lips found their way to her pussy, licking and sucking at her, with her hips lifting and her sweet voice begging for him to fuck her already.

They laid there as they waited for their breathing to return to normal, both sated from their releases, bodies entwined and still blissfully naked. She kept her head on his shoulder as her fingers tangled in his chest hair. "Daryl?"

"Hmm?"

"I think I fell in love with you the moment I opened my front door."

"I think I did too." He admitted quietly.

Seconds after his admission she was hovering over his hips and pressing kisses into his chest. She felt him harden more with each kiss to his chest, his member standing at full attention below her. She slowly sank down onto him and began to move. She rode his cock slowly, letting the friction build up achingly slow, bracing her hands on his chest.

He took her hands in his, their fingers twining together, both Daryl and Beth thinking it wasn't just a physical motion but a symbolic moment that their lives are now entwined together irrevocably.