Author's Note:

Here is chapter two of my fanfic. This time I am switching things up and going to first person point of view, through Daryl's eyes of course. I will be including several flashbacks in this one and going forward. Enjoy!

(Daryl POV)

My whole body ached as I came to, which I was used to by now. I kept my eyes shut, knowing that when I was to open them, it would still be pitch black. And then I felt something. It was soft underneath me, not the cement floor of my cell. And I felt water drip down my face.

I opened my eyes, shocked to see that it wasn't darkness I was met with. I was lying down, in a mess of blankets. I removed something damp on my head, a wet cloth. Although my vision was blurry, I quickly realized that I was not trapped by the saviors anymore, but the room was unfamiliar. This had to be her doing.

I sat up, feeling a sharp pain in my shoulder as I did so, where I had gotten shot, glancing around. I was in what appeared to be a small shed, although bigger than the cell I had been in for God knows how long. I laid back down. I was safe, for now.

Even so, I still felt myself trembling. I had no idea where I was, and if I truly was safe or if it was all just another trick. My ears were ringing with an unfortunately all too familiar tune, almost as if the damn song was still being played, just softer and under a layer of static.

I closed my eyes, and wiped the water from my forehead. I hated feeling so weak that I needed someone to take care of me, but I wasn't going to deny the help, especially in this severe of a condition.

"Get off of me!" I heard a woman shout. I glanced over to my side to see her shoving a man who was leaned up against her, fast asleep. She grabbed a pillow and started hitting him with it, until he shot awake.

"Wha'?" He demanded.

"You fell asleep on me" she told him.

He sat up more. "So I did" he replied with a chuckle. Why did I recognize that voice? "Trust me sweetheart, you were snoozin' waaaay before I was" he chuckled again.

God his voice was so damn annoying, and it didn't help that my ears were still ringing. Was is just me or was he talking really loud? I covered my ears with my hands, the ringing really just getting louder, until it was almost unbearable. I thought I told him to shut up, but it came out as a low groan.

Immediately they both became quiet. The man moved closer to me and I scooted away, a sharp pain spreading up my arm as I did so. I grit my teeth together, resisting the urge to cry out.

"Daryl!" He moved even closer until he was right above me. "Shhhh shhh it's ok little brother". Why was he calling me that? Unless...

"Merle..." I groaned out. My voice didn't even sound normal, there was a rough scratchiness way deeper than it usually was.

"I'm here little brother, you're safe" he wasn't the best at providing any sort of comfort, but it was fine by me. Hell, I didn't need it either.

As my vision cleared, I noticed the the woman he had been fighting with was Michonne. Was I back in Alexandria? And if so, how did I get back? I sat up again. "Where-"

Merle interrupted me. "Home sweet home" he had known what I was asking. "Save ya strength"

I laid back down. "Rick?..."

"He's probably at our place" Michonne spoke up. "I can go get him for you"

Merle shook his head. "Nah, officer friendly can talk to im' later, let im' rest"

I sat up again. "I'm fin-" I stopped as another sharp pain made its way through my shoulder. I heard myself make a small gasp.

I laid down again. Obviously the doctor back at the savior's compound had done a horrible job with the wound, or it wouldn't throb every time I moved, at the least not every time I breathed.

"Just go to sleep little brother" Merle muttered, after Michonne left. "I'm right 'ere and I ain't gonna let nothin' hurt ya"

Reluctantly, I closed my eyes, and let sleep take me, which was easier that I thought it would've been. I hadn't realized how exhausted I was.

A loud click and distant yelling woke me up. I watched a small group of saviors through the back window of the truck, ready to bolt the second they opened the door. Among the saviors, I recognized Dwight, but none of the others. My eyes went to the hideous burn covering half of his face. He hadn't had that when I had first met him. Did the saviors do that?

My pulse quickened as I began to think about what these people would do to me. Hell I had just witnessed two of my friends smashed to death by a baseball bat. I couldn't and didn't want to even imagine what they had in store for me.

I crouched down, as I noticed that two of the saviors were moving towards me. They opened the back door and just as I was about to jump down and run I noticed the arrow aimed at my face.

"Don't even think about it Daryl" I recognized Dwight's voice as he had my bow pointed directly at me.

I glared at him as one of the other saviors grabbed my arm and yanked me out of the truck and onto the gravel covered road. Not being able to keep my footing, I fell hard to the ground, feeling the breath get knocked from my lungs.

"Get up" I heard Dwight order, which was the last thing I wanted to do at the moment. After another second of lying in the dirt, I was forced up by two of the saviors. I struggled to free myself from their grip, landing a punch on one of their faces. This earned me a rough kick that knocked me to the ground.

They pulled me up from the ground and immediately pulled my arms behind my back. I panicked feeling my breaths quicken as I continued to fight.

I came face to face with Dwight. "You really want to do this?" He asked. "Because I'm sure Negan would have no problem going back home and killing everyone there"

I met eyes with him, trying to look at him with as much hatred as I could muster. He simply sighed. "You already got one of your friends killed" he started. "Imagine if you caused all of them to die"

This stopped me almost instantly. I let myself go limp and my head down. The two saviors grabbing on to my arms started moving towards the huge compound. Immediately I noticed the fences all around us. There was no way in hell escaping was going to be easy.

I was walked across the compound and up a small set of stairs. Dwight opened the door. Immediately a musty smell hit my nose. The inside of this place was dark and uninviting, with cement walls and floors. "I'll take him from here" I heard Dwight tell the other saviors.

I felt my arms get released but looked up to see the bow in my face again. "Walk" He ordered in a firm voice. I let out a sigh of defeat as I started walking in the direction he wanted me to go.

As we walked past a few small rooms, he suddenly shoved me into one of them. Although once inside I quickly realized that it wasn't a room at all, it was far too small to be considered a room. Not only that it but it was freezing.

Dwight sighed, staying in the doorway. "Take them off" he ordered.

"Wha'?" I asked in a deep voice.

He took a deep breath. "Your clothes" he explained. "Take them off" he repeated.

He had to be joking, right? There was no way in hell I was going to get naked in front of him. I glared back at him, shaking my head.

He lunged towards me and grabbed me by the hair. "Listen asshole" he started. "You do as I say or everyone dies" he hissed before releasing me.

With shaking hands I grabbed the bottom of my shirt and began to pull it over my head. I tried to forget what I was doing as I proceeded to remove the rest of my clothes. I felt myself tremble as the cold hit my skin. I threw my clothes at Dwight and then just stood there, taking deep breaths, feeling my fingers curl into fists. I was still ready to fight my way out of this.

They fell a few feet short of him, and he bent down to pick them up. He sighed as he put the strap of my bow over his shoulder and shut the door. And then it was pitch black. Not only that, it was quiet, but it wasn't going to be for long.

After a few soft clicks outside, I jumped as loud music poured into the room. It was the most annoying song I had ever heard, and it was playing at a volume that I could feel my ears start to pound. I made my way over to the door, feeling around for the door knob. As I found it, I pulled on it, not even a little surprised when it didn't budge.

I bent down and ran my fingers along the small crack between the wall and the door, pushing hard trying to get it to shift out of place just enough where it would unlock. When that didn't work, I got down on my knees and reached under the door, although I couldn't fit my fingers through the small gap between it and the floor.

I sat back against the wall in defeat. The floor was freezing against my bare skin, and I felt myself tremble. I pulled my legs in closer to my chest, and closed my eyes, letting my head fall against my knees. Eventually I drifted off into sleep.

I blinked my eyes open, still not used to seeing light when I woke up. Merle was sat up leaning against the wall, although his eyes were closed and he was snoring loudly.

I attempted to sit up once again, causing a jolt of pain running through my shoulder and across my upper back. I used my hand to push myself up, gritting my teeth together. I felt my arm shake as if I couldn't even support my own weight on it. With another grunt of effort, I managed to get to a seated position, using the pillows as support behind me.

The blanket fell off my chest and I noticed I was still wearing the same sweats I had been forced to wear back at the sanctuary. Glancing around, I saw a small pile of clothes next to Merle. I leaned over to grab them, ignoring the obvious pain that came with the action. I was just eager to get out these.

I set them, next to me, and proceeded to remove my shirt with shaking fingers. Normally I would never even chance that someone could see the scars that littered my back, but at this point, I'd prefer that then the hideous, sweat soaked and blood stained prisoner clothes that I had probably been wearing for weeks. I tossed the shirt as far away from me as possible as I finished taking it off.

Immediately, I grabbed the tattered dark shirt off the floors and pulled it over my head. Damn it had never felt so good just to be wearing clean clothes.

Although it was more difficult, I managed to take the pants of and put a pair of ripped black jeans on. I threw the sweat pants, having them land right next to the sweater. I wanted to see both of them burnt. I laid back down, closing my eyes although not going to sleep, as I waited for Merle to wake up.