Daryl was out hunting when he saw the crashed car with the smoke billowing out of the engine. His instincts told him to turn around and run away, or to scavenge the car before returning to his search for Sophia, but as soon as he heard the scared whimpers which could only come from another human being – he lost most of the reason he had.
Daryl took off running in the direction of the car, and found it in what he thought was an alarmingly short amount of time considering that he wasn't that far away from the farm, but any objections ran out of his head when he saw her.
It was a woman who was propped up with her back on the silver car, a trail of blood following her to where she sat. Daryl looked at her for a few moments before moving closer towards her, from where he was standing he could see that she was topless and a part of his mind couldn't get over that fact. Yet that part was mostly muted by the part which was looking over her body for bites, although if there was one he couldn't see it. Not with all the grime and already dried blood which was coating most of her body, matting down the dirty blond hair and the weird coloured tips of her hair giving it a copper look.
She moaned under her breath and flickered her eyelids towards Daryl who was staring at her, his crossbow raised.
"Have you been bit?" he called out, his heart almost skipping a beat when she tried to pull herself to her feet before she slid back down onto the floor, he could see the stones opening more cuts on her skin.
"Have you been bit?" Daryl yelled out again, shattering the silence, not caring about the possibility of drawing more walkers to him – the hope of finding Sophia was dwindling and if he couldn't save Sophia then he would try his hardest to save this girl.
"No," she moaned through her teeth, tears streaming feely down her face now and Daryl darted forwards, slinging his crossbow onto his back.
"No," she screamed making Daryl flinch as soon as his hands wrapped around her, her legs kicking out as he tried to pull her to her feet.
"Stop squirmin'," Daryl growled, taking a small step back and looking down at the weeping girl.
"Please don't hurt me," she said, desperately trying to claw as much breath as she could into her lungs, as she kept repeating the same thing. "Please, stop it."
"Girl I aint going to hurt you," Daryl growled, watching as she calmed down, her breath hitching in her throat.
Daryl looked down at the girl and almost jumped back in fright when her eyes flickered up to meet his, her bright emerald green eyes boring into his as she looked back down, wincing as she tried to stand up. Daryl leapt forwards, shrugging his shirt off as he did so, wrapping it around her shoulders. The oversized shirt making her look smaller as she shrunk into the fabric. Trying to ignore the fact she winced under his touch.
"My bag," he heard her moan as he looked in the back of the car and saw the oversize black duffle bag in the back of the car as he shifted her weight in his arms, pulling the duffle back out of the back of the car, shocked at how heavy it was.
"If we get attacked," he grumbled as he made his way back to the farm, "I'm dropping your ass."