(Author's note: Well, this is what happened before Sunshine and Whiskey! Hope ya guys like! And yes, Mads and I are working on more stuff for you guys to read. Until then, I figured I'd give you Daryl's and Madison's original story! BTW, more action packed than Sunshine and Whiskey! So again, hope ya like. Review plz, and tell us what ya think! Btw, doing something new! Lyrics are in italics at top and bottom! :)

Disclaimer: I own nothing but Mads and Eddie. But more to come! :) Enjoy!)

Pray
'Til I go blind
Pray
'Cause nobody ever survives
Prayin' to stay in her arms just until I can die a little longer
Saviors and saints, devils and heathens alike
She'll eat you alive . . .

"No." A heavy pause followed the soft light voice while the young woman's head shook. "I put my foot down each and every time you come beggin' me, Edwin. I ain't goin' back out there. WE don't need to go back out there. There is nothing for us. Nothing for me. What we have here . . . Is enough. I'm fine with it." Another pause echoed free as fingers with chipped away dark green nail polish, glided between strains of light red hair. "I don't want an unknown death, unlike if we stay here . . . With dad."

Her body jerked as a heavy rough hand landed onto the counter in front of her before they quickly gripped her onto her upper arms and she was whipped away from the counter only to be face to face with a matching set of heavy blue eyes. "Madison." The voice growled hard into her ears. "Hey, look at me, damn it." He growled again as his fingers came under her chin, forcing her darting eyes to look back into the matching set. "Don't act like he feels all honored that you wanna be with him. He don't care. He never cared." He let that sink in for a moment before he continued. "If he cared he wouldn't have let us go without knowing so long. If he cared he wouldn't have left us out there til it got so badly. If he cared, he wouldn't have made us travel almost three states alone to get here. We don't deserve this. We deserve a chance and I believe we have a much better chance at survival then he would ever dream of out there." The hands of Edwin dropped from her chin, moving to rub along her shoulders, working their way to rub at her upper arms. "It's not gonna be chaos out there any longer, ain't nothing left to make it chaos. We're gonna be left with a world of dog eat dog world and I'll be damned if we don't get a chance of fighting too."

"But he is family . . . our blood. Our father." The soft voice cut him off with her eyes softening with light tears in the corner of her eyes. The vibrant red hair framed her delicate but strong face. A straight nose below those big expressive eyes, and full pouty lips, that were just beginning to quiver with her emotion.

"Hey!" He growled gruffly as a stern hateful look clouded in his eyes, his hands gripping into her upper arms a lot harder then before, causing her to cower down with a soundless whimper. "He isn't family. That asshole is never been our family! Family takes care of each other, Madison!" His voice carried in the empty kitchen becoming a ball of echos in both their ears. "All he was is a dick to get our useless mother knocked up. Our only family is each other . . . you and me. Always been you and me. Always been me taking care of you, and you taking care of me. Stop holding him up on some pedestal because he is your father. Fucking blood don't make you family Madison!" He was about to gruff out more til he watched the few tears leak out from her eyes, his eyes flicked down to his hands gripping into her arms harder than he liked which in return made him jump a step back. "Just . . . Don't give it up for some stupid asshole. Don't give up trying. Not just laying down and waiting for it." He huffed before Edwin Jenner Jr. quickly ran out of the kitchen, hanging his head in embarrassment. His rough large hand running through his dirty cut short blonde hair.

Madison just watched her brother's back dart away while rubbing her palms into her eyes, making the income of water works flow even harder. Heaving under her breath, she also ducked out of the kitchen, knocking into her father's shoulder. "Hey! Watch where your going . . ." Edwin Sr. voice echoed in a twice as stern tone. "I could've had valuable things in my hands. God, I swear you was supposed to be born a blond since you act as damn ditzy as one." The redhead slunked inches away from the man, cowering twice as much than she did with her twin brother. "I . . . I'm sorry just . . . Gotta go wash up some of my clothes." She lied, going to run out of the room, heading down the large hallways towards the laundry room. "Stop using all the water on clothes, Madison!" He yelled after her loudly before shaking his head as he continued on his way.

~~Later that evening~~

A soft metallic voice echoed around inside of the laundry room as the sweet fresh fabric scent twirled in the air, followed by the clouded smoke of toxic nicotine. "Pray . . . till I go blind . . . Pray . . . Cause nobody ever survives . . ." The redhead sung, flicking the ash from her cigarette into a old soda bottle, bringing it back to lips for a hit again. "She'll eat you alive . . ." She whispered under her breath with the smoke rolling out from under her eyes, the song playing softly in the ear buds she had shoved in the ears.

"Dad would kill ya if he knew you was smokin'."

Madison jerked as her brother made himself known in the doorway, jumping clear off the top of the rumbling dryer. "Jesus, Edwin!" She barked, closing the space between them to smack him in the chest, causing the older one to chuckle and steal away her cigarette for himself.

"Why you in here anyway? Being all depressing with your singing and chain smoking like you've being doing it for sixty . . ." He remarked softly.

He was interrupted as a alarm echoed in the hallway, followed by the emergency lights flashing. Making both of the Jenner siblings jump slightly, then raise a eyebrow, curious of what was going on. "Don't think the numbers ran out yet." Eddie spoke, hitting on the cigarette with enough puffs to leave nothing left for his sister, shoving the butt into the soda bottle; as well as earning him a dirty look from her. His dark blue eyes twinkled with evil delight at this, but still held worry from the sound that brayed around them. "Stay here." He barked, giving her a sibling push back into the room, and closed the door after him before he made his way up to the main floor.

"I wanna come too!" She yelled through the door, quickly pushing off it as she slid over to the dryer. Madison climbed on to the top of the rocking thing, stretching up onto her toes, and pulled a piece of the paneled ceiling open to hide the pack of cigarettes and the ash filled bottle in. After her stash was hidden, she jumped down and sped to follow her brother.

~~Main floor~~

His heart was pounding with adrenaline, for it was spiked with fear as Walkers continued to try to surround them. His pale blue eyes darted around restlessly as Shane tried to convince and yell at Rick that nothing was here. Just dead bodies all around them. He couldn't help but agree with the bastard as he took aim with the rifle in his hand and head shot another walker getting to close. But just as they were turning away to flee the area, that a bright light appeared at their feet as the gate lifted. The light only seemed to brighten more as the gate completely lifted up. They all stood in awe for a brief moment, then they all shuffled in quickly as he shouted, "I'll cover the back!"

Rick immediately shouted, "Hello? . . . Hello!?" Hoping for some sign of human life. Which had to be! The camera moved, let alone the gate had opened for them. Daryl could hear the others barking out orders with watching for walkers or anything threatening. He kept stealing glances towards Rick and around the place for any other danger, but always protecting their back as well. But finally the gate descended back down, sealing them in.

As the group looked about, Daryl took in the scenery as well. To white and closed off for his taste, but hey . . . It was safe. Hopefully anyway. He heard their guns and aimed for the man that stood before them. A older blond man holding a rifle. "Anybody infected?" He called out, eyeing them all as if they were hazardous. Rick answered as Daryl studied the man, and watched as a younger man joined next to the older one. His eyes narrowed as he took in some similarities and figured they were father and son. He waited and watched as Rick and them talked. But suddenly another appeared in between the two men and their group. A red headed young woman. His eyes narrowed as he studied her. She was beautiful, yes . . . But he didn't trust her. Maybe trusted her more than the men, but that was only cause she was giving them more of a chance than the other two. He had to admit, he was glad she was here. Seemed to be more caring and reasonable more than the two men.

Madison lent up against the corner of the hallway hiding back away, taking a deep breath before allowing her head just to peek out from around the corner. Blue hues went up wide as she saw the group of 12 survivors; people Madison figured wouldn't have existed anymore. A group of survivors that looked tired and hungry, while not forgetting strung through hell to get to the CDC. Most likely looking for answers and a sign of hope; the thought made Madison chuckle. As if there was hope.

Her lips gasped out as she now saw the figures of her father and brother holding weapons on the poor people, woman and children! Growling, Madison felt herself grow a set of balls as she stormed out from around the corner, quickly standing herself between the group of strangers, and her brothers shotgun. "The hell you two doing? We get a group of starving, weak, and tired people into our grasps and this is how we treat them? They have god damn women and children. Children for fucks sakes you two!" She barked, glaring hard at her brother, very disappointed in him. Madison expected better from him. "They need help. If you send them back out there, then you both will have their lives on your conscience!" She paused, glancing over her shoulder at the people behind them, feeling as they posed no threat to them. They didn't have the strength. "Send them back out there and you'll be killing them. Edwin . . ." She growled, more looking back at her brother.

Slowly the father and son lowered their weapons. "Fine. But they all have to agree to a blood test, and since you feel so . . . High and mighty, you can take care of them. Your responsibility now, Madison." He sneered, quickly punching the button on the elevator. "Welcome To The CDC."

Since she stood up for them, all fifteen of them piled into the elevator. With him being stuck next to her. He couldn't help but keep glancing at her. To curious for his own damn good. She was young, pretty, and like any other red head. With a attitude and short temper. After a few seconds of studying her out of the corner of his eye, he looked Dr. Edwin Jenner over. "Doctors always packing heat like that?" He murmured, and the doctor turned and answered him. He took it with a small shrug and heard the small giggle from the young red headed woman between him and Carol. His brows furrowed as his eyes narrowed as he looked at her, wondering what she was giggling about. The doctor then even tried to lighten the mood by telling a joke. It didn't work for him, but the others it did. Daryl knew something was up. Just felt it niggling the back of his mind. He didn't trust this place. Didn't trust this . . . Doctor.

She was stuck next to one of the gruffer looking men hauling a rifle with one hand and cross bow resting along his back, sleeves missing from his shirt with his toned tanned arms covered in what would seem like months upon months of dirt, grime, and whatever else. Madison had only picked up the fact that he also had blue eyes, much paler then her own. Though a grin pressed on her lips followed by a slight giggle, he had such a goofy lookin' hair cut.

"Wish for everyone to leave their weapons in the lab, with myself. As safety for myself." spoke, glancing back at everyone inside while pushing the button, heading back deep into the underground; the fact that he left out Madison and Eddie had the older boy glaring at him hard. Fucking asshole.

The doors chimed and opened, causing everyone to flock out at once, bumping into each other and causing the red head to bump against the gruff man. "Sorry." She whispered, quickly ducking away as he would also glare at her.

Since they were all crammed in that damnable elevator it caused the red head to bump into him, feeling how soft her skin was and making him glare at her. His eyes seemed to bore holes in her back as she stepped out in front of him, apologizing. Meanwhile, Dr. Jenner was talking and leading them into a much bigger room. Then more questions entered Daryl's brain as the group began to throw them out to the Doctor. He answered them in turn of course, the fine doctor he was.

"Everyone follow me, and I'll start drawing your blood for my father to test. Then I can show you to your rooms, all of you. Also delighted to tell each of you that we have hot running water, so showers . . . Just take it light please." She smiled, walking backwards as she spoke with her arms crossed in front of her. "Woman and children first please, with me. And my brother will handle you men."

"We're all that's left . . . I'm sorry . . ." And so he turned away. It was then that Madison and the other young man began to draw their blood for testing.

With that in his head, he began to think of their situation. It then traveled to his own as he thought of his brother Merle. The fucker that had to open his god damn mouth and got himself left on a damn rooftop. And because of this, he had to make it even worse, even though they had come back for him, the fucker sawed his own hand off to get free. And free he was. Free from Daryl, that's for sure as anger beat a rapid tattoo in his mind. Always a loner, and he always would be. Even when his brother Merle was around. Merle was always a jerk, always trying to prove himself and others that he was the alpha dog. That he could screw them over if he so chose. Where Daryl was just the quiet, calm collected of the two Dixon brothers. But look out if he took out his anger. They both had tempers, Merle's worse than Daryl's, but still. They were still hot heads. It was what kept them alive.

Because of they're harsh childhood, they always were loners themselves. They only cared about themselves. Wouldn't let anyone get to close. Couldn't with what they had to face in either of their lives. But when Merle got his ass stuck up on that roof in Atlanta because of his own fuckin' mouth, Daryl wanted to go get him and kill him, himself. The asshole deserved it. Especially when he only went there to get more of his damn drugs.

Daryl sneered at his thoughts, feeling his anger boil even more in his mind, along with his damn grief for the damnable man, even if his face was a poker face. He hid his emotions well. Merle was the only family he had left. Even if he sometimes didn't feel like his damn brother. These were his thoughts as he waited to get own blood drawn. He sat on the floor, toying with the skin underneath his thumb, feeling naked without his cross bow by his side, forced to leave it in the other room.

Just as Madison stuck the needle into the elder woman's arm she gentle pulled it free again, replacing a light cotton ball over the oozing pin prick followed by a band aid. "There we go. All done with you now, Carol." Madison smiled at the short haired woman, turning the cap of the blood vile closed tightly before sticking it into the tray which held Lori, Andrea, Carl, Sophia, and Jacqueline's blood samples in. The first set of people she did was the children in which she was able to take their blood samples with out them even realizing they had already been stuck with the needle, distracting them with stories and asking questions while they waited and was pricked with the needles.

Madison went to turn in her chair but stopped as she felt the soft palms of the other woman's wrapped around her own, drawing her eyes to look back into the others. "I must really thank you for showing up when you did, we all should." Carol spoke, smiling kindly at Madison before glancing over at the group resting against the wall then back to the young redhead. "We could have been back out there, waiting to meet our doom if you didn't help us. You helped save my little girl, and me. Thank you so much." The words of praise made Madison flush up badly and look away with embarrassment.

Though her father scoffed, rolling his eyes. "Or get them killed." He whispered under his breath so no one else would hear.

Sighing softly, Madison gently patted the top of Carol's hand, forcing a smile onto her face. "I wasn't gonna let them turn a bunch of starving people away, let alone children. I couldn't live with that. So if you happen to be bad people in the end, and want to harm us . . . I hope y'all will go after the gun happy idiots first." She pushed a peaceful smile on her lips as a few people chuckled while Eddie growled under his breath, finishing up with Shane's blood work. When Carol went to stand up once more, she fell back into her seat, quickly pushing an exhausted breath from her lips making Madison and Andrea near by, try to catch her before she would slip from the chair too.

"You alright, Miss?" Madison asked, sounding very concerned with knead of worry in her eyes.

"We've had very little food since leaving out camp to get here. I'm sure lack of that and taking our blood plays part." Andrea spoke, sounding a little distasteful, which made Madison frown. She was just trying to help them.

"Alright then. Edwin, how about you let me finish with the last of these guys, you and father take these poor people, give them a room, and start feeding them something."

Eddie rolled his head to look over at his younger sister, "No . . . I ain't leaving you with a bunch of strange ma . . ."

"I'll be fine! It's just taking a little bit of blood. I'm sure they will be happy to listen to me if it means they get fed in the end. Now go help them." She barked, standing up from her work station to stand in front of his own.

Grumbling, Eddie stood up waving the processed people into a line out the door. "I'm leaving my gun. Don't play nice Madison. If they act like they are gonna do something you don't like . . . Shoot 'em in the foot or something." Eddie glared hard, sending his eyes onto the estranged overly quiet guy; or Daryl to the group, before following everyone out of the room.

"Alright. Just leaves me with you four. Whose first?" Madison smiled at the middle-aged black guy, the scrawny Asian kid, the grandpa with the fishermen's hat, and of course . . . The Estranged overly quiet guy. "Now don't be shy guys. I don't bite that hard." She giggled as no one really took a bite at her offer. "How about you? Unless you're scared of a little ol' needle?" She questioned, with her head tilted glancing at Daryl.

"Ain't scared of a damn needle . . ." He gruffed out and got up, to prowl over to the chair in front of her. He didn't mind, hell he'd done this before. Hell he even donated blood before the shit had hit the fan in this world. Why have extra blood pumping through his body when he could help kids or whoever needed it. Like he cared. It was just something to do and pass the time. Hell, sometimes he even got paid to do it. It was even amusing to see the doctors / nurses look at him, seeing him come over to start the damn questionnaire they needed to ask him and test his blood. Almost every time, they never turned him down. How could they when he had the famous O negative blood type. He was what he was. A person that always helped when he could, but most people didn't think that, nor could they help him.

With a small face, Madison did what she needed to do to get the blood. Couldn't help but notice his very tan skin and strong arms. His sleeveless shirt was baggy, so had no idea if he was as defined as his arms was. But just the way he held himself, she could guess he was in definite shape. Especially if he had to deal with whatever he had to deal with out there. She nodded when she was done and he got up and sat back down. The next one she drew blood was Dale, the grandfather like type. She instantly liked him as he apologized for the rough man before him. She smiled, got his blood and the other two men's. After that, she gathered up all her stuff and led them out of there and to the dorm area.

He followed the redhead as she showed them their new rooms. Daryl immediately didn't like being inside. He'd rather be outside. He always felt more at home in the forest or what not. There he could see what was really around him, and hear whats coming. Here it was muffled or non-existent. He took a deep breath, not even liking the smell of this place. So damn clean . . . He could even smell the cleaners. Damn Pine Sol. He grumbled his thoughts, even though he wasn't aware of doing so.

"If you y'all keep going straight, you will come up to the bathrooms. Men on the left, and women on the right . . ." She turned to look back at the group, before assigning them all a room to sleep in. Collie-dog had joined them when they entered the hallway, curious of the newcomers. She walked in front of Madison, panting sightly as she would lead them all on. "And this." She stopped short now, turning to look back at the red neck. Madison chewed her lip for a moment, laying her hand on the closed door. "This is your room. You got me on the left, and Eddie on the right." She said, putting him smack in the middle of them both. "If you sit out any of the things y'all need washed up I will gather them, and wash them." She tried to give him a little smile, but would never meet her eyes. "There should be some towels in there already, and if you need change of clothes I can look in Eddies stuff. But I don't know if they will fit. Eddie is a pretty small guy compared to you." She whispered before stepping away from the door. "Shower up, and then come down into the kitchen to get something to eat. I am sure y'all are hungry." She gave a little nod, before moving past him now. Almost bumping shoulders with him.

Finally he was last, and his brow went up when she wouldn't meet his pale blue intense gaze. The girl was interesting to say the least. But to meek for his taste. He even thought she was naive, knowing he wasn't wrong. He didn't say anything to her, just let her pass. God he wanted a cigarette. He took a deep breath, shook his head and stepped into his new quarters. A few minutes later, he strode out into the hallway with only a towel wrapped loosely around his hips only to open 'Eddie's' door. He stepped in and grabbed a pair of sweat pants and baggy dark shirt. They would do. He then walked down to the showers and savored the heavenly hot water envelope over him. After a few minutes of enjoying this and washing up, he finally killed the water, dried himself quickly, wrapped the now damp towel back around his hips and went back to his room. He pulled the sweat pants and shirt on, and let the towel join his clothes, which he set out into the hallway for her to pick up. He strode out so he could join them in the kitchen. The sweatpants were a little tight, even if they were baggy, and the dark shirt was definitely to tight over his broad chest.

Daryl strode over to the redhead, his bare feet silent on the linoleum floor as she made food. The smell coming from in front of her smelled amazing. He hadn't had this type of food for some time now. He then thought for a second, I wonder if they have Peanut butter. He would have to raid the cabinets when everyone was all asleep. He was practically behind her now as he looked over her pale shoulder to see what it was. For him, there was no such thing as personal space, unless someone was in his. "Smells good . . ." He rumbled softly, practically in her ear.

The moment her feet hit in the kitchen, her body set to work. Madison knew these people had to be hungry, starving for good food. And they had it all, with more to spare. But she needed something she could get on and off the stove quickly, something that she can refill plates with fast. Madison pulled the large doors to the fridge open, grabbing out four cartons of eggs. Last of the fresh eggs til she had to start using the mix stuff. Sitting the eggs on to the counter near the stove, she grabbed four different pans. Gonna make each of the eggs a little different for people with different tastes. Once she had the eggs cooking up, she moved to grab some bread. Thinking, make toast for people.

"That's alot of food." Madison nearly jumped out of her skin when Eddie's voice hit her ears. She turned a little bit, watching as he would slide his shotgun across the counter, as he lent against it himself.

"We have a lot of food to spare. They have to be hungry. They look like they are." She said in a soft tone before turning back to the stove. "And you don't need to be carrying that damn thing around, Eddie. I highly doubt that this group is gonna try anything to hurt us." She sighed, running a wooden spoon over the scrambled eggs.

Eddie just grumbled a little bit, "Doc says that everyone in the group is okay, no one infected to the point of turning." Eddie rubbed the back of his neck a little bit, grabbing a plate from the cabinet, pushing her away from the stove with his hip.

"Hey! That's not for you!" She growled now, smacking at his shoulder as he would load his plate up with the scrambled eggs. "You just fucking ate you cow!"

Eddie laughed a little bit, sticking his tongue out at her before moving away. "Can't pass up your cooking . . . Ever." He grinned a little bit, grabbing a fork, and a piece of toast. Madison gave him a look as he walked off to go sit at the table, but not before grabbing himself a beer from the fridge.

A few people from the group made their way into the kitchen not to long after Eddie. Sophia, Carol, and Glenn were the firsts to come into the room, and Madison was very quick to get them a plate fixed up. Once she had them all fixed up, almost everyone else filed into the room, and set her to work again. Even her father came down to join them, which had Madison on her toes a little bit. If she would fuck up just once, she wouldn't hear the end of it from him. As well as just piss off Eddie even more. Them being in the same room wasn't really a good thing. But thankfully, Eddie and Glenn was stuck at the liquor cabinet.

When everyone settled in, she turned back to the stove. Starting on the third round of eggs for each of the pans, Madison was sure there would be asks of seconds. Plus there was a head missing from the table. She counted them all, and the girl knew he wasn't in the room . . . He wasn't a guy someone could forget about. Not with his quiet, predator like . . . person. Mads frowned at this lame description she had of him, but knew it was the best she could put on him. She definitely couldn't forgot those cold pale eyes.

It was at this time that he had come up behind her silently and said something. Madison nearly felt like her heart jump out of her chest when he was up behind her, his voice scaring her to hell and back. Making her get egg shells in the skillet she was making sunny side ups in. "Oh hell." She growled a little bit. Madison turned her head, giving him a little look, eyes glaring a little bit. "Ain't nice to scare people like that. Twice not as nice when its someone trying to feed ya." She looked back at the stove now, grabbing the skillet that had the shells in it now. "Just grab a plate, and load it up with what you will eat . . . I can make more." Madison dumped the wasted egg into the trash, before returning to the stove. But of course, bumping into him as she moved around.

He felt her start and didn't move. Hell he was practically a statue behind her. He watched her work and knew he couldn't wait to eat those eggs. Hell, his mouth even began to water as she continued to cook. He felt the silence more than he heard it. He looked over at the small crowd of faces around the table. His brow went up at them and grumbled, "What are you looking at?" He noticed that Eddie, her brother's eyes were intense on him. He knew that he over stepped the boundaries with him, by sneaking up on her. Better watch big brother, he thought, a twitch on lips at that thought.

"Thanks darlin' . . ." He rumbled softly at her as he loaded the plate up. And he really piled on the eggs and grabbed three slices of toast. He hadn't eaten like this . . . it felt forever. He grabbed a fork, slid it into the eggs, set it on the counter, then rummaged into the cabinets to find a tall glass. He then opened the still working fridge and saw orange juice. He practically moaned with delight. He grabbed it, and forgot the glass. He growled when he saw her get rid of the ruined egg, his hand then snatched out to grip her wrist tightly. Tightly enough she wouldn't be able to get away, but not tight enough that it would truly hurt. His eyes grew cold and angry at this. "Don't waste food . . . Out there we can barely find food, let alone have to hunt it down . . . Don't waste food around us . . ." He growled out, and then finally let go of her and sat down.

The group never stopped looking at him. It was beginning to bug him. He growled something out again, grabbed his food and drink, then left the room. He stepped into the living room and sat down on the arm of the couch. He began to eat the eggs in earnest, practically shoveling it in his mouth. His taste buds practically exploded from the amazing food he was eating. He would have to tell her later, that the food was good. His hand then grabbed the Orange Juice jug that he sat at his feet, twisted off the cap and drank deeply.

Madison's heart was still going fast, heavy in her chest. His fingers felt so rough around her wrist. Madison was very quick to submit to him, the second he grabbed onto her, she did. When he let her go, Madison quickly sat the pan down onto the stove. The red head could feel everyone's eyes on her, none more so then the eyes of her brother, and her own father. She just turned away, walking out of the kitchen, and to her room. They couldn't see her break down. They didn't need to.

Eddie looked over everyone for a moment, his cheek full of the eggs his sister made. He saw it all, watched as Daryl would handle his sister up. A growl almost escaping his throat the moment the guy touched her. "Excuse me." He nodded towards them all, mostly the women of the group. The older of the Jenner siblings stood up now, taking his half full plate to sit on the counter. He wanted to go to Madison, but he knew better then that. Girl most likely had herself locked up in her room. His own blue orbs looked towards where the redneck went, and quickly made his way into the room now.

Eddie sat down across from him now, watching him ever so closely. His eyes full on hot, and in a heavy as fuck glare. "Mind to tell me why the fuck you laid your hands on my sister like that?" He growled a little bit now, leaning forward to rest his arms on his knees. "Why you had your fucking hands on her in the fuck place?" He watched as Daryl placed his lips on to the jug, watching him drink it down. "I figured a man like yourself would know a little bit more respect. We take you in like this, my sister busting her ass making you, and your group something to eat . . . Giving you y'all food that we could have just kept for ourselves." Eddie clinched his hands up a little bit, trying his best not to just up and beat the shit out of the guy. "You know what. I don't give a fuck why you did it, cause either fucking way. You was in the wrong." He stood up now, glaring down at the other. "You finish, and you go fucking apologize to her. And if ya don't, I'll make ya."

He could still hear the silence back in the kitchen and wondered what the fuck was wrong now? He shook his head and continued to eat. It was then he heard someone come in. He looked up and saw it was the brother. He figured it be him. He knew the father was a piece a shit. Barely cared for them. Daryl saw it in his eyes, let alone how the both of them acted around him. He already didn't like Dr. Jenner. But the brother . . . He sneered at him and shook his head. The boy had no idea what it was like out there. Didn't know how much the world had gone to shit.

He took a deep breath and looked Eddie straight in his eyes. Pale blue meeting a slightly darker shade. "Eddie . . . You have no idea what it's like out there. If you want I'll take you out there to see . . . But it still won't make you realize how badly we were off . . . " He rumbled out, barely able to hold in his anger. "It be three days at least trying to track down a fucking doe . . . And I'd be lucky if I could get it before any of those fucking walkers grabbed it and tainted it." He growled out. He was furious. They had no idea what it was like. There was a time that Daryl was gone for a fucking week tracking and hunting food. Only eating squirrel or frog when he could. "There were times we starved out there . . . No joke Ed . . . You try to look at those kids and tell them, sorry I couldn't catch anything this time. And them only eating how long old jerky, or stale candy. We were lucky we didn't fuckin' die of starvation out there . . ." His arm went out, his hand pointing out.

His nostrils had flared . . . Just then a fleeting thought came to him. His eggs were getting cold. It only fed his temper. He wasn't even aware that he was now standing and towering over Eddie just a few inches. "Now if you were in my shoes . . . Wouldn't you tell her . . . Don't waste? When we have practically starved?" His eyes were as hard as stones now. "Look at those kids out there . . . Skinny as fuck . . . To the point you can see their ribs . . ." His voice was getting louder, and that damnable silence in there. "I only wanted to get the damn point across Eddie . . . I only want you and your family to understand what we've been through . . . What hell we've lived through . . . I am grateful for you guys taking us in . . . But don't waste what we so desperately need." He was done, but he didn't want to eat anymore. He didn't want to even be here anymore. He wanted air. Wanted it, god damned needed it. He wished he was outside again. Back in the woods. Something. He turned to stalk away, his muscles flexing, tensing, and untensing trying to control his anger even more.

Eddie didn't back down as Daryl was towering over him. "My sister don't waste something unless she knows its a lost cause. Hell, y'all lucky she came in when she did. Didn't think the old man was gonna even let y'all inside." The kid had a point, they was sitting there, eating their food, in their shelter because of Madison. "If y'all are so fucking hungry there is a fridge, pantry, and cabinets full of fucking food. For y'all. For all of us." Eddie quickly pushed back up against Daryl now, getting his own point across now. "But I don't care how fucking frustrated she makes you with the shit she does. Fucking touch her like that again, I'll kill ya." He growled out, his own lit up eyes made his point overly clear. "Think shit was easy for us? Yes, granted that we got in here. Granted that we didn't have to fight yet, try to survive with out the luxury of this place. But shits fucking hard all around here." Eddie paused for a moment, he didn't want to give much of what happen with their life before, Madison's life before . . . Wasn't his place, and he was more then sure that she wouldn't like it if he went yelling about her life. "You eat, and then go fucking say your sorry to her . . . Hurting her like that, scaring her like that . . . Girl is fucking scared enough. Don't need you to make it worse for her." Eddie quickly turned now, rubbing the back of his hair. "I mean it too. Touch her like that again, hell touch her at all, I'll fucking kill ya . . . And it won't be an easy death."

It pissed him off that the kid was standing up to him. But it also gave him respect for the kid. The kid wouldn't be an easy target for the walkers. He could see that now. He wasn't a meek brat he thought he was. But his sister . . . She would have to rely on him. She may get him killed one of these days if he would let her. And something he said . . . Daryl's heart turned cold just for a second as his mind put things into place. Yes, he may have dropped out of school at grade nine, but he was smart as a lick. He was able to read people, let alone piece things together quickly. He could be wrong, but it was rare times when he was. He hoped he was, even though he severely doubted it.

Daryl's eyes were cold, but his mind was quicker than a rattlesnake. He looked at Eddie, knowing now to not underestimate him. He could put him down, but still. It might be difficult if it came to be. "I'm not an easy man to kill . . . If I was . . . I wouldn't be standing here . . ." He rumbled out, then disappeared, still eating the damn cold eggs.

Jesus is risen, it's no surprise
Even he would martyr his mama to ride to hell between those thighs
The pressure is building at the base of my spine
If I gotta sin to see her again then I'm gonna lie, lie, lie . . .

Credit goes to Puscifer, Song Rev 22:20