Watching you

New Job? (Chapter 2)

Daryl returned home to find a Merle dead asleep on the couch.

"Lazy ass bum" he whispered as he looked through the fridge scavenging for food. On the counter he found a note from the landlord. It was an Eviction Notice: 5 days to move out.

"What the fuck Merle!?! Didn't I give you the rent to turn in?" Daryl stomped towards the living room, Merle was still laying there. Even more pissed off Daryl grabbed the empty bottle of gin and smashed it on the ground. CRACK! Merle stumbles onto the in shock and fear:

"What the fuck! W-w-what was that shit Darlina?! Can't wake a grown man like that", the sight was funny to picture for Daryl but he was too pissed to show it. His fist gripped tight with his veins popping out of his forehead. "Oh what now Darlina?" Merle jokingly asks

"You know what the fuck, what happened to the rent I gave you to turn in!" Daryl yelled with anger. Not only did he struggle to help his only brother out by allowing him to stay with him since he was fresh out of prison, but because he would have no where else to go.

Merle was babbling about how he met this chick named Carol and saying she was the one. Daryl didn't bother to hear the rest of the story and left to his room beginning to pack his things. He left that same night on his bike to motel, preparing and getting ready for the morrow to search for a job.
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Daryl was in the coffee shop looking through the newspapers of the Help Wanted Articles; but none seemed to suit him. Fixing Computers wasn't in his best talents; doctors assistant determined on education and Daryl's highest education was high school; and fuck no Babysitting wasn't an option. He despised children, they annoyed the crap outta him.

Sighing in disbelief with his hands in his face as he closed his eyes. He was never gonna find a job. He sat there until he heard his name being called:

"Redneck! Hey what's up man?!?" A woman walked up. It was Daryl's friend Tara.

She was Daryl's friend since high school, they told each other everything even about their crushes and stuff. Tara knew about Daryl's obsession over the girl named Beth. She didn't encourage nor intervene with the situation; she believed Daryl was grown enough to make his own decisions but when he asked for help she was willing to offer assistance. Knowing that he fully understood the consequences for stalking a high school student.

Daryl looked up to see her grinning back down at him. "Hey lesbo" he called her. She didn't mind him calling her that since she was in fact lesbian. Daryl and Tara always joked around like that, since they go way back.

"What's going on? You seem down?" Tara sat down across from him while looking through the stack of newspapers he had piled up. "Oh Daryl? You looking for a job?" She asked. He pulled his head up and stared at her giving her the "well what do you think" stare. She sat there looking out the window thinking along any open hiring jobs around town. With only 3 minutes of thinking Tara slammed her hands on the table catching Daryl's eyes to her.

"The fuck now?" He said quite irritated.
"What are you good at?"
"Why?"
"Just answer the damn question asshole"
"Working with my hands and fixing things, I guess"
"Okay. Do you mind piss and shit smell?"
"No I guess not why?"
"Do you enjoy the countryside?"
"I lived in the middle of the woods what do you think?" He sassed
"Okay okay Mr.Sassy calm your tits; okay how good are you with animals?"
"I don't know? Why what's this about?"
"Daryl I think I just found you a job"

Daryl couldn't believe it. He was happy and really excited but he didn't let it show. "Where's the job?" He asked.

"Here call this number Daryl" Tara instructed as she gave him a napkin with a number on it. "Farmer Greene needs a handy man to help out around the barn and what not."

Daryl heard about this Greene farmer and his property. It was huge and one of the biggest in the county. As soon as he finally missed his business in the coffee shop he called the number.

RING RING RING

Daryl's POV
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"Hershel Greene speaking" said the other side of the phone

"Hello sir, hi... my name is Daryl Dixon and I've come to learn you needed a handy man to help out around."

"Oh why yes. Please come by let's say in 30 minutes. I'll send you the address."

"Okay that'd be great" after getting the information I needed, I hung the phone and rode to the destination.

When I arrived at the farm, I notice something similar about the old house as well as the barn. I couldn't put my finger on it until she walked out.

She had her golden hair in a ponytail, wearing shorts showing off her vanilla smooth skin legs and a plain white large shirt that had paint marks on it. She was the most beautiful creature ever made. She was in fact Beth. His Beth.

After he entrance came an elderly man with a white beard and grayish brownish overalls. "Hi there son! You must be Daryl!" He walked all the way towards me and I was still stuck there in shock.

We shook hands and talked about business. Seemed like this old man wanted me to live on the farm, offering me the spare shack across the main house. I was shocked! This day couldn't get any better. It was until he mentioned the circumstances, "Do only what you are asked to do and don't worry about my business" that seemed strange to say but if that meant I could see Beth everyday I would do it. I just couldn't let myself get caught looking at my new boss's daughter. That wouldn't have looked right and I probably would've been dead.

Tomorrow was a new day. A new chapter... or so i thought.