"This is Bullshit, Little Brother." Merle Dixon grumbled as he took a long drag from his smoke. Him and his younger brother, Daryl, were standing outside what was a church of some religion neither brothers cared to know. "Court Order, my ass. I wasn' even that drunk!"

"Just be fuckin' happy that Judge took pity on you. Beats going to jail again." Daryl growled out, smoking his own smoke. The two werent the only ones there who lit up a cigarette before the meeting started, surrounded by several people, and it kinda took the younger Dixon by surprise by how many people there were. "The sooner you get this done, the sooner we can stop coming."

"I don' need this shit." Merle grumbled, as he dropped his smoke. His grey blue eyes darted around, before smirking to the younger brother. "I'll be right back, little brother. Gotta run to the truck real fast."

Daryl rolled his eyes as the older Dixon hurried off. It had just gotten dark out, so Merle just seemed to disappear. He knew what he was going to do, get loaded before an A.A. meeting. The judge should've sent Merle to jail, would have cleaned him up for a while. There wasn't much he could do though, Merle was going to do what Merle wants to do.

"I'll meet you in there, Daddy." Daryl heard a young voice speak up suddenly next to him. It almost made him jump not realizing there he was the closest to the walkway toward the front door. It belonged to a young blonde no older than nineteen, twenty. The older man she had spoken too only nodded and continued inside, as she fished inside her purse. "Do you have a light, sir?"

They made eye contact, and Daryl was taken back by how pretty her eyes were. Prettiest set of eyes he had seen on a girl. She had a cigarette between her fingers, his favorite brand too. Pulling out his lighter, he lit her smoke and she took a deep drag clearly enjoying the feel of the nicotine. She flashed him a friendly smile.

"Thank you." She nodded moving from the group of people, standing away from the other smokers. She kept glancing toward him, her bright blue eyes brighter than his own blues.

Merle showed back up as everyone was entering the building, completely loaded to the brim. Daryl rolled his eyes as he pushed his brother toward the doors. He stayed there for a moment, watching the young woman finishing her smoke, before heading in after his brother. She followed in shortly after.

The meeting went well enough, Merle actually was on his best behavior. It almost impressed Daryl, had he not known his brother was only putting on an act, trying to impress one of the women in the meeting. He had laid it on thick even almost pulling tears. The young woman didn't speak, but the older gentlement she was with did. It was the only person Daryl cared to listen to.

His name was Hershel. He had recently lost his wife to cancer and felt himself going back toward the bottle. He had been sober for almost twenty-five years, and didn't want to fall to temptation. The young blonde must have been his daughter, Daryl guessed, as he continued to glance toward the young woman. He couldn't deny the woman wasn't pretty, her blonde hair up in a messy clip, a messy braid graced the side of her head as it went into a clip.

She was wearing clean faded skinny jeans, a overlarge sweater that fell off one of her shoulders, with a pair of old faded boots. She looked innocent, too innocent to be out there smoking with the rest of them. When it was over, her father had started conversation with the pastor who was leading the meeting that night, while she hurried out for a smoke like the rest of them.

She had asked him once more for a light, smiling to him like they were old friends. He lit her smoke for her, and she took a drag. Blowing the smoke out, the blonde smiled her thanks before turning and walking out into the parking lot. Daryl couldn't help but watch her hips sway as she walked away. A smirk met his lips as he continued to smoke his own smoke.

**

She was at the next meeting a few days later with her father, just like how he was there with Merle. Just like a few days earlier, the blonde was outside away from the group smoking. This time she had her own lighter, shooting glances back toward him once more. He smiled as he took tossed his smoke onto the ground and headed in with Merle.

Pouring himself the coffee that was offered to them, he realized she had followed him in, meeting up with her father. Daryl watched her as he took a sip of the coffee, causing him to make a face. The coffee was disgusting, but there wasn't much else offered besides water. The meeting started and ended like it always had. Merle hammed it up, earning the girls number he was trying for.

It was getting harder for Daryl to pay attention to what everyone was saying since the blonde and her father sat closer to the Dixon brothers. She had caught him looking at him several times, only shooting him a friendly smile. Her hair was up in a high ponytail that night, with several braids stringing through. This time she was in a simple baby blue sundress with her worn boots.

She was playing with a necklace on her neck, paying close attention when Hershel went up to the podium to speak. Daryl could see the small smile on her face, a face of pride, proud of the man went to speak. Daryl liked seeing that smile, liked seeing someone was there for support like he was. The blonde turned that smile toward him, and he looked away.

He headed outside once it was over and lit a smoke as soon as the cool spring air hit his face. Moving out toward the parking lot, Daryl stood waiting for Merle to emerge out of the church, probably with the girl he was suckering in tow. Blowing the hot smoke out, he turned to look back toward the church, only to find her standing there.

"My lighter died." She smiled an innocent smile, making Daryl wonder if she was telling the truth or not. Ligting her smoke for her, Daryl watched as the young woman inhaled the harsh smoke into her lungs. He watched as she looked up at him toward him, the same smile still on her face. "I see ain't the only one here to show support."

"Mine's more like makin' sure that dumbass shows up." Daryl shrugged, looking down at his own smoke. His hair was in his eyes, shielding his blues from hers. "Daryl."

"Beth. I'm Hershel's daughter." She smiled, her free hand was playing at her necklace. She looked almost shy.

"I'm here for Merle." Daryl ashed his smoke onto the ground, before taking a lond drag.

"He looks like he wants to be here." Beth giggled, and Daryl only shrugged. "You know it's still nice of you to come with him. Not many people here have someone who cares."

"Yea, I guess." Daryl shrugged, a part of him knew that not everyone there had someone to support them in this. Merle had better feel lucky in Daryl's opinion. "It's nice of you to support your dad."

"After Mama died, I guess I needed this just as much as daddy did." Beth shrugged, before tossing her butt to the ground. She used her boot to stomp out the embers. Daryl took notice to her shoulders, creamy and near flawless.

"I'm sorry about your Ma." Daryl stomped out his own smoke, and Beth only smiled.

"See you at the next meeting." Beth didn't give him time to reply, she just walked away, leaving Daryl to watch her leave.

"Lets go, baby brother." Merle called toward him, tearing his gaze from the young woman leaving. "I wanna get the fuck out of here."

"Yea, yea I'm comin'." Daryl said quietly more to himself, as he walked the opposite directions of where she went. He kept turning back toward to see she had stopped to look back, sending him a sweet smile which he returned.

"Lets get out of here, baby brother, I need to get lit." Merle laughed as the younger brother slipped into the drivers side. "Sure, need it after listening to this shit tonight."

"Don' you have any damn respect?" Daryl snapped, ignoring his brother's stupidity and rediculous need to drink. Even if Merle didn't take A.A. seriously, Daryl looked forward to the next meeting. To see her again.