AN:hey this was always meant to be a oneshot but then I had an idea. This is a little dark for me. I'm warning you now and there is a trigger warning for torture and abuse. Let me know what you think :) thanks to Vickih and HaloHunter89 :)

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Chapter 2

They couldn't break him, he was unbreakable. Nothing these assholes threw at him could be any worse that what he'd experienced in his life from his daddy, hell even from Merle. They couldn't break him.

Rick would come, he knew it, he didn't doubt it for one minute. These dumb assholes had surprised them on a week long run, in the middle of the night, at a safe house. Dumb fucks hadn't bothered to relocate. Cocky arrogant asshole, but they were sadistic.

The group he was leading was overdue already, by two days for return to the safezone, tomorrow Rick would be chomping at the bit to lead a rescue team, this would be the first place he looked.

He needed to hold on, his hands were tied above his head, pain seemed to wrack every part of his body. The blood on his back had dried, no longer flowing down in rivulets. They'd taken great enjoyment at opening the scars on his back when they saw them.

They hadn't let him sleep, he was slowly becoming delirious, but he had to hold on. His arms were cramped and stiff. Rick would come.

They wanted information on the safe zone, guard schedules, weaknesses in the wall. He wouldn't break. Even if it was only to protect her...Carol.

The longer they spent with him, the longer they forgot about Carol. He'd barely glanced her way. They didn't know...didn't know he was close to her.

He should never have let her come. She had been assigned to the clinic, and that's where she should have damn well stayed. Things had been strained between them, different. Everything was there, simmering beneath the surface, left unsaid. They needed to move forward. He needed her in his life in every possible way. He loved her. He should never have let her come, but she wanted a change of pace, and he couldn't deny her anything. Not when she smiled at him.

They couldn't break him, he would die before he would give them information, the longer they spent with him the more they forgot about her. Rick would come he thought as the sun broke through the windows

Xxxxxxxx

He heard them coming for him again a few hours later. The door swung open and they threw in that snivelling wimp Ethan. The safe zone had asked him to train. Daryl had hated him from the beginning. Something about the guy had been off. He was a fake, a phony, a pussy.

They knelt Ethan in front of Daryl. Asshole was barely keeping himself together, but something still felt off.

The leader placed a gun to the back of Ethan's head, who started whimpering.

"Alright dipshit...your the one who told me Dixon here was on the council, but seems we got a a tough guy...he doesn't wanna break. You're gonna tell us his weakness, or I'm gonna put a bullet through your head." The leader said.

Daryl seethed in rage he should have known, that asshole was the one who pinned him as being in charge. He watch Ethan's face and he knew, that asshole, he would tell them, but then something happened he didn't expect. Ethan's face changed, morphed from the whimpering dipshit to an evil mask as he started to laugh. Mother Fucker!

"No need to do that Mitch, he already suspects me...Carol...the grey haired one with the smoking hot body...that's his weakness." Ethan said as Mitch helped him up laughing.

No..no, this couldn't be happening. "I'm gonna fucking KILL YOU" he screamed.

"No..you're gonna watch while we have fun with your girl...unless you have something to tell us." Mitch said, grasping his hair and pulling his head back roughly before slamming his head back against the wall.

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She wasn't coming easily that was for sure. He would have grinned if it didn't hurt so bad. The door to the room burst opened and they pushed her in, her hands were tied behind her back and the momentum made her stumble, and she fell knocking her face into the footboard of the bed in the room they were keeping him in.

He saw red, but his tongue so badly fresh blood seeped from his mouth. Maybe he could still get her out of this.

"You fucking wildcat bitch" Mitch said pulling her up in front of him. Mitch's eyes was visibly bruising. "I'm gonna enjoy a piece of you" he cackled groping at her breast.

That hand would get an arrow, Daryl thought or his fucking buck knife through it.

Carol reared back, and head bunted Mitch, with the back of her head. Mitch lip split open at the movement.

"Fucking Bitch!"

The door opened and another raider came in with a chair, they tied her to it.

"Alright Dixon...here is how it is gonna go..were gonna ask you our questions again..and if we don't like what you say...she pays the price." Mitch said.

He was watching her eyes, pleading with her eyes, to let him break...to let him tell them. He couldn't watch this, he started to feel like he was hyperventilating. She smiled at him and shook her head. "No...Judith." She said, Before they slapped her across the face.

She barely flinched. Her beautiful eyes holding his. They turned their attention to him, questioning him. For every question he didn't answer she suffered. She was bloody and beaten, her shirt torn off of her, but she didn't cry out. She barely made a sound. They couldn't break her.

Their attention on him her eyes would hold his. I love you, she mouthed the words to him, without making a sound. It was the best and worst moment of his life.

The knock to her head that knocked her out, was almost a blessing, until he saw what they were doing with her. The old house had a small crawl space, barely room enough to fit her.

"No don't.." He called out before he could stop.

Mitch turned to him, with a interested look on his face. "After everything I just did to her...this is what bothers you?...Ethan..hold up a minute. I think our Queen Bitch here don't like small spaces...I would hate for her to wake up...someplace worse...like buried alive." He said an evil grin on his face.

"No!..no!..no,!" he screamed rattling the bonds at his wrist. He could feel them cutting into his skin he didn't give a fuck. "No!" He screamed again as they carried her out of the room.

"I'd say when we have her buried she'd have what..an hour of oxygen maybe? I dunno...you'll have about an hour to decide if you want to talk" Mitch laughed patting Daryl's cheek.

Xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

Rick had come, along with a rescue group he never doubted him. Ethan had gotten Daryl's buck knife to the head, Mitch to his hand.

"Where is she?" He'd growled as he twisted the knife pinning Mitch's hand to the wall.

Mitch had giggled almost hysterically "She's buried in the backyard...you killed her."

The group ran as the safe zone soldiers secured the raiders. He saw it immediately, the fresh grave, the shovels were still there. He started digging furiously.

Rick put a hand on his shoulder,"Brother you can barely stand..let me and Glenn."

Mitch was drug out of the house by the soldiers laughing "she's dead" he shouted "it's been to long" he cackled gleefully before a soldier knocked him out.

"No!no..no...no." Daryl's screams turned into an inhuman moan as he dropped to his knees to claw at the dirt with his hands and he felt Michonne and Tara hold him back.

He watched as they lifted her out, they hadn't buried her deep. He wanted to go to her, Michonne held him back "Let me go!" He screamed hysterically.

"She's not breathing Daryl" Michonne said as Rick and Glenn started CPR.

"This is crazy, she's gonna turn" one of the soldiers said.

"No..no keep going" he begged but Rick never wavered.

He heard the gasp, they all collectively held their breath. She turned towards him, those eyes, those beautiful blue eyes still there. She reached out her hand toward him, a small smile on her face. She was alive.

She looked like she wanted to reach out to him, comfort him. Her hand and fingers grasping in his direction, one word slipping past her lips.

"Daryl"