DPOV

Growing up in small town Juniper Georgia I never thought good things could happen to me. My ol' man using me and my older brother Merle as punching bags. He would get drunk and use his belt to add marks to my now scared back. My ma burned to a crisp when I was little and I don' really remember her much. At 18 I took off and moved around Georgia, never staying in one place for too long. For now it's Atlanta, perhaps the big city will let me blend and vanish.

"Hey Dixon?" My new boss Dale called across the garage. I looked up and brushed my hair outta my eyes. "Gotta call for ya." I jogged over to the office and placed the call on speaker to avoid getting grease on the phone.

"Ya?"

"Daryl Dixon?"

"Yes?" I answered getting irritated.

"I'm a bouncer at Crimson, I found your work number in the cell phone of one of our patrons." The man said, his voice sounded bored.

"Let me guess. Merle."

"Yes."

"He in trouble." I questioned, getting worried.

"Nah, he aint in trouble he has been here since noon and needs a ride. You able to do that?"

"Ya I'll be there in an hour." I smacked the button to end the call and went back to work.

An hour later I was standing outside a strip joint called Crimson. I walked in looking for my brother when my eyes landed on one of the dancers, her light blond hair curled in waves that flowed down her back and as she turned I could see her blue eyes. The brightest blue I have ever seen. I pushed away the thoughts of this young woman and focused on my task at hand. Finally I found him watching her. Walking over I stoof towering over him. "Let's go."

"Oh oh oh baby brother." He drawled, clearly drunk. "HEY PEACH." He called out and the blond came over to us. "My baby brother here could use a lap dance." She smiled slyly at me, I could feel the flush creep up my cheeks and burn to the tips of my ears. I looked to the floor and hoped she would just leave.

"I don't think he wants that Merle. Now why don' you get yourself home, aint no reason to stay here all night log too."

"You tryin' ta get rid a me peach." I looked back up and saw the look she gave him, which had me almost burst out into a laugh. "Alrigh' alrigh' come on baby brother lets go."

By the time I got him back to his place he was passed out, and it's only 7pm. I left him on his sofa and made my way home across the city to my place. I tossed and turned in my sleep as bright blues eyes assaulted me every time I closed my eyes. "What tha hell." I muttered when I finally gave up on sleep.

After taking the longest shower in my life and spending more time on breakfast then needed, it was finally time to go to work. The day started like normal, lunch went by with no difference.

"Daryl you got time for a transmission check?" Dale called out. I nodded and opened up my bay door. An old ford pulled in and the door opened revealing the blond haired blue eyed dancer from the club last night.

"Oh." She said as she caught sight of me.

"Transmission problems?"

"I think so. I don't really know much about cars." She said her face going red. She popped the hood and leaned her back against the driver's door. "It's just for the money."

"What?" I asked looking up from her engine.

"The dancing, I'm not like most of the others in there I don't do it because I enjoy it, I do it…"

"For tha money." I finished. "Why ya tellin' me this?"

"I have no idea." She blushed. I looked back down and fiddled with a few things before tellin' her to try and start the car. "How is it?"

"You need a new transmission." I said. A loud sigh escaped her lips as she came back around to the front of the car. "Can have the part here in two days."

"Okay well I guess I don't really have a choice." She leaned back against the car and looked at me, her blue eyes boring into mine. "How much?"

"I'll get Dale to draft it for ya." I headed off to the office to get the order placed. "Dale car needs a trans."

"I'll put the order in."

"No labour charge." I told him turning around. "Keep that quiet though." I went back out to my bay listening to him chuckle. If my face wasn't so flushed I would turn and glare at him. "We gotta keep it overnight, Dale will give ya a call when it's ready for ya."

"Thank you Daryl." She said in her musical voice.

"How do ya know my name?"

"Oh… Um it's on your shirt." She smiled shyly. My face flushed again. She pulled out a cell phone and stepped off to the side. "Hey Tara can you or Amy come pick me up at Dales Garage. My car needs work." She nodded along to whatever was being said on the other end. She hung up and turned back to me. "I'm Beth by the way." She smiled. "Is there any place I can wait for my ride?" I pointed to the lounge and went back to working on taking out her current transmission.

Later that night I was sitting at home on my couch staring at the front cover of the book I am attempting to read, my mind wandering back to work this afternoon. What is it about that girl, a god damned stripped to be exact. Is that really the type of woman I go for? I guess I really am as messed up as my old man. A loud bang on the door had me groaning as I stood to answer it. "What!" I barked.

"Hey Dixon."

"Shawn Greene what the hell are ya doin' here?" I asked tryin' not to laugh. "Haven't see ya in ages man, come on in."

"I'm thinking of moving to the city, found out you were here."

"Who the told ya that?" I plopped down on the couch with a beer.

"Ran into Merle last week in Senoia, said ya relocated here. You aint been home in a long time man."

"And I thought you were livin' with your ma and step dad."

"I was but my baby sister disappeared a few years ago and my folks are going crazy lookin' for her. She isn't using her own name." He told me.

"Man I'm sorry I know how close you are to your sisters."

"Yeah so I can't handle being there. They are nowhere closer to finding her and all my ma does is cry."

"Sorry man."

"Our dad's still doin' the same old shit?"

"They wouldn't be our dads if they stopped being jack ass drunks." I laughed as I agreed with him. "So ya got space for a roommate for a while?"

"Only for a while. I live alone remember."

"Ya ya ya. What's gonna happen when you get yourself a girl?" he said smirking at me.

"Right." I huffed. I stood up and grabbed another beer. "Wait what tha hell was Merle doin' down in Senoia?"

"Some chick I gather." He answered.

The night moved on in similar fashion until I had to get to bed for work in the morning. Getting ready in the morning was a strange event, I tossed my spare key to Shawn who was already makin' himself at home. "What happened to your sister?"

He turned to face me pulling the toast from his mouth. "Beth she was 18 when she vanished four years ago. She went to church with my ma and Hershel and then she was heading to her boyfriend Jimmy's house. He called the house to ask her why she never showed later that day, no one in town had seen her since church. Everyone went into crazy mode trying to find her. Even her best friend Rosita hadn't heard from her. No signs left behind."

"Geez that sucks man. Did the boyfriend…"

"He was investigated but turned up clean. Her phone and purse were found in our mail box the next day and her diary was missing from its hiding place behind a picture on her wall."

"Its weird that you know that Shawn."

"Ya whatever if you had a sister you woulda done the same thing." He said as I scoffed at him. "Personally I think she is out there and alive somewhere, I think she is hiding. I don't know why but I don't think she is dead."

"I hope for your families sake your right but I don't get why she would run, you always made her seem like the perfect daughter and sister. Why would she just take off?"

"I don't know."

"Did anything happen in Mert shortly before she vanished?" I asked my curiosity actually getting the better of me. He gave me a serious look before facing the wall.

"Some kid in the high school drowned at the swimming hole, I don't know much about the case but I know she knew the kid."

"Hmm." I let the subject drop not wanting to make it any worse and took off for work.

It didn't take too long to get the new transmission that arrived early into place in the car. Dale was calling her in to come pick it up. I cleaned up my station as I waited for her to get here. Today being a pretty slow day.

"Thank you so much." Her voice chimed from the doorway. I looked up to see her blue eyes shining brightly as she watched me. It was eerie how it seemed as though she was looking right through me.

"Ya no problem." I muttered handing the keys back to here. My fingertips brushed the palm of her hand, I pulled away to quickly as she looked down to the ground. "Ah so ya gotta get your engine checked more regularly to avoid these problems."

"I promise to take better care of her." She said looking at me again.

"Her?"

"Well ya. Don't you call your car a her?"

"No."

"What about a name?"

"You named your car?" I asked incredulously.

"Ya Lola." She said as if it was the most natural thing in the world. "What's your car's name?"

"It's a bike and it aint gotta name." I told her unsure as to why I was explaining this to her. She smiled brightly.

"A motorcycle, that is so exciting. I have never been on one of those before." She announced.

"Well if ya ever wanna go for a ride…" I stopped short as I realized what I said. She just smiled a bigger smile then before. I thought her lips were going to take over her entire face. "I mean if ya wanna but you don't have to."

"That would be great actually." She handed me a small slip of paper. I stuffed it in my pocket as I went on to explain a few more things about her car, that smile never left her face. She walked off to the office to pay Dale for the services. I pulled the paper out after she walked away, in loopy handwriting was her name and phone number.

Beth, beautiful, blond haired blue eyed stripper. Beth, the most confusing woman I have ever met and I barley know her.

"Thank you Daryl." She said much like she did yesterday.

"N' problem. Have a good day." I waved. A wave what the hell.

I went home that night bewildered and smiling. I didn't pay any attention to Shawn smirking on the sofa, I grabbed a beer from the fridge and picked up the book, a copy of some Jack London story. "Shut up man." I said and he shrugged his shoulders.

I pulled my cell from my pocked at typed her number in.

D*you still up for a ride?

Almost immediately she replied.

B*Heck yes

D*2morrow?

B*I'm off at 9

D*I'll pick ya up

B*See ya then Daryl :)

Putting the phone down I headed off to my room to get some sleep. Tomorrow was gonna be a good day.

Hey everyone. This is my new BETHYL story as I still love and believe in them. I will still be updating my other stories. I don't know anything about cars so I am sorry if any of that sucked. Eventually Shawn will find out who Daryl is seeing.

The way I am playing their friend ship is Shawn's bio dad lives in the same town as Daryl's family. They grew up as friends but Annette got custody of Shawn when he was 15 and he went to live with the Greene family and changed his name. He stayed in touch with Daryl for a bit but then drifted apart. Daryl never met the other Greene Family members.

Let me know what you think by leaving a review. I love to know if people are enjoying what I am writing.

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