Watching you

First Day, Hard Work Pays Off (Chapter 3)

It was late and Daryl was extremely tired after listening to Hershel describing every detail of the which tool was what and what they were used for. It was insulting, but Daryl didn't care; just gave him some time to watch the urban beauty ponder across the fields and tend to animals. She was a goddess and he'd worship her everyday.

By the end of the day Hershel led Daryl to his new home. A shack that had been recreated into a mini-house-like building. It came along to Daryl's liking. He didn't like big houses with extra bathrooms and pointless rooms, wasn't his style. But this was all his.

Walking around the shack Hershel bag an his line of regulations. "Alright son... as long as you work for me this here little place is yours. No rent, no payment, my family will provide ya with groceries when needed. You just hard work on my farm. Can ya handle that son?" Hershel looked up. Shocked in disbelief Daryl was in great awe, causing him to jump and smile. But because Daryl was Daryl. A firm handshake and a "yes sir" was presented.

Hershel left for the rest of the night and Daryl slept on the cot that was well prepared for him.

He fell into a deep sleep, soon felt lips on his. His eyes shot open to find an intruder... Beth.

"Kiss me I'm all yours" Beth said seductively as her hands traveled down his chest stopping at his abdomen. Kissing Daryl's neck causing him to groan against her touch. "Why won't you take me?"

Without hesitation Daryl grabs her and throws her on the bed and straddles her. What was happening this can't be real? He thought. Soon he moved down and began kissing her intensely, her moans rang through his ears as church bells on a Sunday morning. He groaned as he was pulling her pants down then KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK!

Daryl awoke and fell off the cot. "Shit!" He cursed realizing that the scene of Beth's naked body under him was all in his head. A sweet dream.

It was barely 4am and the Greene family were awaking to start the day.

"Daryl? Son we got work to do" Hershel called out. Grunting Daryl raised himself, slipping on his shoes then moving outside where Hershel stood waiting......

5:30 pm and the sun was still out, brightening up a Georgia summer day. Burning up the wind that flowed like a flushing wave through the countryside. Many farmers including Hershel had chosen to take the day off by the time it hit 7 am, but that didn't stop Daryl from working his duties.

In the morning Daryl rebuilt the fallen white wooden fence that surrounding the Greene property, which would've taken a day or two but still managed to finish in a couple hours. By the time he was done it was 11am. He skipped lunch and began fixing up a new home for the animals; such as the pigs and chickens. Around 3pm that project was finished, he offered Annette, Hershel's wife, some help with the garden since she was having trouble carry the compost bag to and from the house. Now Daryl was fixing the roof of the barn, drilling the last screw on the platforms. He had worked so consistently that sweat drenched his short sleeve shirt.

Without any second thoughts Daryl swiftly slipped his shirt off and hung it in the back pocket of his pants. He climbed down the wooden old ladder, hearing every creak with each step he took. Once he reached the floor he wiped his face, then he heard a sweet soft voice.

"Hey" he turned around to find the blond country belle, wearing dark brown combat boots with jean shorts that rarely covered her half her thighs and a brown tank top that fit right in her curves and milky skin. It was Beth.

He couldn't help but notice the marks of bruises and scratches on her legs. He wandered; she cleared her throats to catch his attention. Oh shit, I stared too long. He thought.

"What happened to your legs?" Great... now she knows that he was looking at her. She might feel self conscious, but instead she smiled.

"Mostly from climbing and falling in the woods. It's fun but leaves scars." She looked down and swung one of her legs.

She was so Beautiful up close. It took Daryl all will power to fight the urge of taking her right then and there.

"So I hear your the new handyman? I've seen you working since the mourn. You do really great and your really fast." She complimented

"Yea uh... thanks" he struggled to get out.
Daryl's heart was racing, was she watching him that much, and his thoughts were constantly on her luscious lips. He seemed so focus on her being so close that he completely forgot that she was actually having a conversation with him.

"Hello? Earth to handyman?" She waved in his face. He snapped back out of his Seductive thoughts. He needed to win her. Fast. Give an image to see him.

"Yeah... I'm listening sweetheart" he mumbled out shaking his head in attempt to wake up from his glory bound daydream. Then he just realized he called her "sweetheart". Oh great.

"Your funny. Haha, I'm Beth Greene by the way" she stuck her hand out to shake his, still smiling wide and bright.

He reaching forward his hands met hers. Closing her small palm in his large ones, pulling the milk white up to his lips and planting a kiss on it. "It's a pleasure to meet you Miss. Greene. Names Dixon, y'all call me Daryl." Killed it.

Beth began to blush as her smile widened. "Well Mr. Dixon, I came to inform you that Daddy invites you to have dinner with us."

Happy with joy Daryl accepted the invitation and began to walk along with the blond beauty to the lovely Greene Household that stood tall against the flourished trees.