Alright...This is a new story I'm co-authoring with one of my betas Cybil2113. We were both quiet upset with how things ended with the MSF so we decided to give Beth her happy ending this way. Don't give up hope though. On my other story Devil's Backbone I have posted instructions on how we're going to get The Walking Dead producers to see the error of our ways...if we keep it up maybe they'll bring her back. They may not, but it's worth a shot right?! Keep in mind that this ship is still afloat and always will be so long as we're backing it. Bethyl was canon if only for a moment and that's more than some ships can say. So please sign the petition, send the spoons. Let them know what a horrible mistake they made. Keep calm and Bethyl on!

As always no profit was made and we do not own anything.

It was one of those days where the heat seemed to have no end. It caused sweat to roll down Daryl's back in big fat drops. He rolled his shoulders once and rocked his neck side to side. August in Georgia was never forgiving, but this day was turning into a real bitch. Merle had taken the truck out last night and when Daryl walked out into the living room, looked like Merle was high again, and almost passed out on the couch. He subtly mentioned the truck was making weird noises. Daryl rolled his eyes and went to go examine the damage Merle has now done. Damn thing was he couldn't figure out what the hell was wrong. No damage, wires all in the right places. Daryl pulled himself out from under the truck and kicked the front of it. Fuck.

A loud slam from a moving truck next door caused him to jump. He turned to see a couple of men hopping out of the front doors and moving to the back. Great...new neighbors. More people to bitch about Merle and his behavior. He caught sight of some blonde hair ducking into the front door, but that was all. He couldn't see how old the girl was, only the bright shine to her ponytail as it swung in the hot Georgia sun. Merle stumbled out the front door clearly still a little drunk. He took in the scene of the moving trucks and the men hauling the cheap and sparse Ikea furniture into the house and then grinned at Daryl.

"Gettin' new neighbors... Oughtta be fun." Merle raised a can of beer, that Daryl hadn't noticed earlier, to his lips and then belched.

"It's 10 in the damn mornin'." Daryl grumbled as he pushed past his older brother.

"Five o'clock somewhere baby brother."

"Get an original line..." He rolled his eyes and huffed before stomping into the house.

"Ain't 'cha gonna go introduce us...maybe they got a daughter..."

"Gotta get into work...introduce yerself."

It took Daryl maybe half an hour to get ready for work. When he walked back out he saw Merle sitting in a chair on the front porch watching the scene play out in front of him. He gulped his beer down quickly and let out a loud laugh as one of the moving men stumbled down their neighbors steps, quickly followed by the other one. Daryl was about to question what was going on when a young woman with golden blonde hair came storming out of the front door and was tossing blankets at them with one hand while brandishing a baseball bat with the other. Joe and Len didn't hesitate to hightail it out of there as quickly as they could.

"What tha hell's happenin'?"

"Don' know...she started screamin' and hollerin' 'bout 3 or 4 minutes ago. Could hear her all the way over here."

"That Joe and Len?"

"Yep." He chugges back the rest of his beer and then tossed the can across the couch.

"Think I know what happened." He smirked. He had to hand it to the girl. She wasn't backing down from anything. She watched the two men pile into the truck and then turned to look at them for just a moment before she turned to her door like she heard a noise and darted back into the house.

It was dark when Daryl pulled up to the cabin. Merle was sitting outside drinking as per usual. Damn man could never hold down a job. Daryl hopped off his bike, Merle's really, but it wasn't like he could use the truck.

"You done anything all day?"

"Yep...drank some beer...cleaned a bit...then I drank some more." He smirked at Daryl with his shit grin.

"Great." Daryl grouched. "Ya do anything else?"

"Picked up some fun for us later."

"Don' tell me there's girls in the damn house again."

"Didn't bring no damn girls back...not after last time."

The last time Merle brought back women to the house Daryl threw a shit fit. He found one girl on his bed, waiting for him Merle said, but Daryl knew she was high and just stumbled in there. Daryl tossed everything. The Mattress, the sheets, and pillows everything that skank touched. Daryl shivered at the disgust he felt that day.

"Baby brother..." Merle was waving his hand in his face. Daryl jerked his head back quickly. "Where'd'ja go baby brother?"

"What?"

"Said I brought home fireworks."

"and...?"

"And, we're gonna blow shit up..."

It was ungodly hot. Beth had never been so annoyed that she didn't have air conditioning. She kept the windows rolled all the way down and Jax was in the thinnest onesie she had for him. Poor guy was just soaked in sweat. He was just miserable. Luckily he had slept the entire drive, otherwise she would be miserable too.

She pulled her car up right outside the cabin, it was small, but it was all they needed. The movers had gotten there first. She could tell by the looks on their faces that they had been waiting awhile. She grabbed Jax and looked at the two men. They stared at her as she got out of the car. She knew what she looked like. Her tight tank top and short denims shorts. She didn't care...it was hot.

"Sorry boys...got lost turning off the main road." The simply looked her up and down. She shrugged and grabbed Jax's portable crib out of the trunk before darting into the house.

She ignored the men most of the day. They moved in and out of the house without a word, but she wasn't blind to the looks they gave her. She knew she was pretty. She had heard it every day of her life, but that didn't mean she appreciated being ogled.

"Just about done here, little lady." The older man with long scraggly gray hair said.

"Okay..." She nodded, a little uneasy with how close he was. She tightened the last screw on the crib and set the mattress inside. She moved to go grab the money to tip them when she saw the other man.

He was tall and thin, and imposing. His long dark hair looked like it hadn't been washed in weeks and his teeth were all yellow and rotting. She wanted him out of the house. Now. He smiled at her, yellow teeth glinting in the sun that shown through the window in the kitchen. She grabbed sixty dollars from her purse and turned back around.

"Where's tha daddy?"

"Excuse me?" Beth was taken aback. Who asks something like that?

"The daddy? He dead or take off?"

"I don't think that's any of your business." She shot a glare at him.

"Ya know...ya look like ya could use a good lay...Joe and I were talkin'...thinkin if yer up for it we could take turns." Her face turned several shades of red before she found her voice.

"EXCUSE ME?!" She spat out loudly. "WHO THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU ARE?! GET THE HELL OUT OF MY HOUSE. NOW!"

She grabbed the blankets they had used to protect her furniture in the move and started to swat at him. He actually had the gall to look offended. He yanked a few of the blankets from her arms as she pushed him towards the door. The older man came out of the back bedroom, her room, with his arms held up. Beth had been opening the boxes earlier, trying to find Jax's sheets, and opened up the box containing the baseball bat Maggie had given her 'For protection' as her sister had said. She had never been more thankful for her sister in her life. She grabbed the bat and assertively walked toward them

"Now little lady-" She cut him off quickly by pointing the bat at his face.

"GET THE HELL OUT!" She screamed as she kicked him down her front porch steps. He stumbled but regained his footing before she threw the blankets at him. The men didn't even wait for a tip, which they sure as hell wouldn't be getting anyways, before hauling ass back to their truck and reversing as quickly as they could.

Beth watched them go, her eyes staying on the truck until she heard some loud raucous laughter coming from the cabin next to hers. She saw two men, one sitting in a chair the other standing, but both were watching her. The man sitting was laughing as if his life depended on it, but the other quiet. Taking in the situation like a hunter. She probably looked like a crazy person, fine by her. She wasn't here to make friends, she was only here to keep Jax safe.

It had to be 2 in the morning when she heard it...A loud explosion paired with a rumble that caused the house to shake. She shook it off as a weird freak thing and moved to continue putting dishes away. A couple minutes later that first explosion was followed by another one. This one louder and the vibrations caused her dishes to shake as well. She set the glass in her hand down on the counter and looked out the window just in time to catch a streak of light take off into the sky and a firework light up the sky. The two men from before were standing out there, she could barely make out something in in their hands, probably beer. She was content to let them continue their routine until she heard the quite cries of her son.

"Please...don't wake up...please go back to sleep." She prayed to herself. Another explosion shouted and Jax started wailing from his crib. She let out a loud groan and went to retrieve her son.

She made it to his room quickly and looked in on him. His tiny face was scrunched up and bright red. Another firework went off and that just seemed to make it worse. His screams grew more frantic as the loud noise startled him. Shit she thought to herself.

"C'mon baby...let's see if we can get them to stop that." His arms and legs kicked out frantically as he tried to let everyone know that something was wrong with him. She patted his back as she opened the door and stormed across the field that separated the two houses.

Daryl saw her before Merle did. She looked like something out of a fairytale. Her light blonde hair caught the breeze every so often causing it to surround her head. It gave her a halo, making her look like an angel. He noticed as she drew closer that her face was just as pretty. She was a tiny little thing, thin boned just like his mama was. It was only as she stood in front of him that he noticed the screaming infant in her arms. He was decked out in a blue onesie, squalling away as if his life depended on it. His face was pinched. It had turned an unnatural shade of red. He had a head of dark hair and as he paused for a breath and opened his eyes he noticed they had the same blue eyes. She was definitely the mama.

"Well, well, well baby brother." Merle said slowly looking her up and down. "What do we have here?" She didn't even flinch at this.

"Are you the asshole shooting off fireworks?" She bounced the baby on her front quickly. He seemed to calm slightly, but his tiny huffs told Daryl he was still upset.

"Yes I am..." Merle put his hands on his belt and pulled up slightly. "Ya like the show babydoll?"

"If you so dare to set off another firework...I'm going to kick your balls into your throat and then rip your arms off and beat you to death with them." She paused and looked at the two carefully, then she smiled sweetly and looked back at Merle. "That answer your question?"

She didn't wait for a response to her question before whipping around and walking back towards her house with the infant who had now calmed down some. Daryl couldn't help it as soon as he looked over at Merle and saw his confused face. He had never seen Merle speechless before in his life.

"Well..." Merle sucked on his teeth quickly. "She's quite the little fireball ain't she baby brother? Things are gonna get mighty interestin' with 'er round here"

"Yea...I don' think she wants yer ass anywhere near her." Daryl laughed before ducking into the house.

Merle watched him for a moment and turned back towards the girl's house. He had seen the way Daryl looked at her.

"Don' think she has ta worry about me baby brother." He finished his beer and went inside.

Daryl felt like an unbelievable ass. He wasn't sure why he thought setting off fireworks at two in the morning was a good idea, but they weren't use to having neighbors. No one lived here who didn't have to. He figured he'd better go apologize, which wasn't in his usual repertoire for people. There was a large field that separated the two cabins. Thick field grass scratched against the tears in his pants causing him to stop every so often to scratch an itch. He watched grasshoppers fly up and jump to a safer location. It was still fairly early and the sun blinded him slightly as he made it to the porch. He saw her first, bent over as she sanded the wood porch. She looked adorable in a pair of overalls and a red tank top. Her hair was haphazardly thrown into a side braid as rubbed the sandpaper back and forth over the rough wood.

"Mornin'" He said softly. She jumped, not expecting someone to be there.

"Morning." She set the sandpaper down and extended her hand to shake his. He expected her hand to be extremely soft and while it wasn't rough as his, it wasn't baby soft. She worked hard before she moved here...he liked that.

"Names Daryl, Daryl Dixon."

"Beth Greene." She smiled. "You're one of the guys from last night."

"Yea..." He rubbed the back of his neck quickly as he tried to come up with the right words. "I came to apologize about that."

"No need...probably shouldn't have yelled at you two like that anyways." She shrugged and gave another gloriously welcoming smile. "Did you want to come in for some coffee? I didn't unpack everything, but I made sure the coffee maker was the first thing out." She gave a soft chuckle.

"Sounds good." He said simply before following her into the house.

Her house was warm and welcoming, even with boxes stacked to high. He noticed the obvious difference between the two homes. Hers seemed to be full of sunlight and bright colors, while Daryl and Merle's home was always dark and seemed to smell of beer. Hers smelled like peaches oddly enough.

"How do ya take it?" she asked setting to coffee mugs down on the counter.

"Black."

"Good man." She smiled sipping her coffee slowly. "My daddy always did say you could never trust a man who puts a pound of sugar in his coffee."

"Sound like a smart man." Daryl chuckled. He couldn't get over how right this seemed to feel. He then shook the thought from his head.

"He is." She smirked. A small shuffling from the adjacent room caused both of them to turn around.

"Sounds like someone's up." She said before ducking out of the room. She came back a moment later with the little boy who was rubbing his eyes sleepily.

"Sit down here baby." She kissed his head and handed him a few toys before she made her way back towards Daryl. "Gotta make him breakfast...can I offer you some oatmeal?" She smiled cheekily at him.

"Nah." He smirked before turning back to look at the baby.

"His name is Jax." Beth said without even looking up.

"Jax?" Daryl said softly. The baby seemed to pick up on an unusual voice calling his name and he looked up to Daryl and smiled. He let out a tiny squeal before throwing his toy across the room and made his way across the floor towards Daryl.

"Yep. Jax Ace Greene." She looked at the tiny baby oddly as he pulled on Daryl's pants. Daryl gave a soft chuckle before picking the baby up.

"I'm shocked...he usually doesn't like men." She smiled before she started to mix up the boy's cereal. He looked back at the boy who gave him a wide toothless grin and patted his face a few times.

"This alright?" He asked thinking he really should have done that before he picked the baby up.

"It's fine." She moved around the counter and grabbed Jax from him and stuck him in the highchair. Jax gave an annoyed grunt, but once he realized it was breakfast time he grabbed the spoon greedily. Daryl gave another quiet chuckle and then the thought hit him. This felt right. Her and him...sitting in the kitchen with the baby and for some reason that didn't bother him as much as it should.

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