Hello All!

I know it has been a minute since I last updated, but what with the wild fires, and being evacuated from my house and then the internet bill not getting paid on time, it kind of pushed me back on updating, but have no fear, I have worked hard to push this chapter out and really start to get interesting with the story. I hope you guys enjoy it.

As always I do not own the Walking Dead or any of the characters.

Waking up this time was not as enjoyable as before, and that was saying something. Moly's head pounded and she felt a sticky substance on the back of her neck, probably blood. She soon realized that it wasn't dark because it was night, because even then there was some kind of light, it was dark because her eyes were covered by a cloth. As she wiggled around, she felt that her hands were bound behind herself, and her mouth was also covered. What had happened? The last thing she remembered was helping those three guys out and…and….nothing. But it couldn't just be "nothing". Yes, she was dehydrated, but not enough to randomly black out, and that wouldn't explain the blood on the back of her neck. No, she was knocked unconscious, but by who, she could not remember. She knew that once she calmed down and the pounding in her head went down, she would remember, but for right now, there was nothing.

Breathe, relax, you have to figure out where you are, and you cannot do that by freaking out. She thought to herself. She took, long, deep breaths, thinking of anything but the pounding in her head. She put her foot out in front of her, feeling for any kind of obstacle in front of her. Her foot hit something, it wasn't a tree or anything like that, and it felt like a thin metal wall. She leaned back slightly, letting her hands find their way to the ground. Her fingers touched the smooth, concrete that was underneath her, and she knew, she was in a metal shed.

Alright, well now that she knew where she was, she just needed to know one more thing, what the hell was she doing in a metal shed bound up like a prisoner?

Just as soon as she had that thought in her mind, she heard a scraping sound and felt the sun hit her face. Someone had walked in, three people by the sound of the feet.

"You said she just kind of showed up?" One of them asked. A male, slight southern twang, but nothing too major.

"Yeah, that other kid said she wasn't with them and she had very different supplies from them." Another one said, this voice I recognized to be Rick, the man with the gun.

"Yeah, can't be too careful though." The third voice said. This voice also sounded familiar, but when Moly tried to remember where she knew the voice from, her head pounded even worse.

"So what, we just leave her bound up in here? She said she was a doctor, we could use someone like her." A female voice said, just walking into the shed.

"Yeah, but can we trust her?" Rick said.

"Well we are never going to find out by just keeping her like this." The female said.

"Yeah, whatever, y'all figure out what you gonna do with her, imam go hunt, some people would rather eat than worry about some random bitch." The weirdly familiar voiced person said. Moly heard retreating footsteps and assumed that the man who just spoke left, leaving her with Rick, and two people she didn't know. The covering on her eyes fell off, and she blinked a few times, getting her eyes adjusted to the new light.

She looked up to see Rick, a blonde female, probably in her mid to late 30s, and another man, with black, short cropped hair, who was probably about mid-30s. He had the same look to him that Rick had, and Moly wondered if they had known each other before all of this. Rick bent down in front of her, putting his hands near her face. Moly jerked back slightly, not knowing what he wanted to do with her.

"Steady now, I'm not going to hurt ya." He said to her. She looked at him, her bright blue-green eyes searched his face, looking for any hint of lie, but there was none, so she calmed down, leaning towards him.

"Ok, now, I'm going to take that cloth off your mouth, but don't scream, it will do you no good anyways, just piss us off, ok?" He asked. She nodded at him. He leaned forward, and undid the cloth. When he pulled back, Moly instantly licked her lips, they were too damn dry. "Better?" He asked. Moly nodded and tried to answer but when she did, a sharp pain shot up her throat and groaned.

"Rick, she is dehydrated." The blonde female said.

"Yeah, you're right. Mind going to grab her some water Andrea?" Rick asked the female.

"No need, have some right here." Andrea said, pulling a canteen from her belt. She walked up to her, squatting down next to Moly, who tilted her head back. Andrea un did the cap of the canteen, and put it to Moly's lips. Once the water hit her mouth, Moly's eyes closed. She didn't gulp it down, she knew that would only cause more harm than anything else. Once she had drank a significant amount, Moly opened her eyes, nodding to Andrea, who put the cap back on the canteen and put it back on her belt.

"There, better now?" Andrea asked her.

"Yes, thank you very much." Moly said, happy to have her voice back. Andrea smiled at her and nodded, standing back up. Moly turned her attention to Rick, who was still squatted down in her front of her.

"Ok, now I am going to ask you a few questions and I need you to answer them truthfully." He said to her. She nodded at him.

"Ask anything, I have nothing to hide." She said.

"Yeah, we will be the judge of that." The other man said, as he leaned against the wall of the shed. Rick seemed to just ignore him as he continued to stare at Moly.

"Were you traveling with that group from the town?" Rick asked her. Moly looked straight into his eyes.

"No. I have been traveling alone since the beginning." Moly said, feeling sad at those words, but never breaking eye contact with Rick.

"Yeah right, you really think we will believe that a little girl like yourself could have survived that long on her own." The other man said, scoffing at her. Moly turned her attention to him.

"I ain't a little girl." She said, her twang coming out in her anger. "And I can take care of myself." Andrea smirked at her words, as did Rick.

"Alright, if you weren't with them, how did you find that town?" Rick asked her. She turned her attention back to him.

"I had been looking through a town nearby for resources, but came to find out it was overrun. I barely made it out of there, and empty handed at that. Night was taking over, and I do not like to spend it out in the woods, so I found the nearest town on my map and went there. That is where I ran into you. I was so excited, I haven't seen other people in so long. I understand now that running up at you wasn't exactly the best way to go about things." She said. Rick nodded at her, Andrea looked at her with sadness, and even Shane looked like he believed her words.

"How did you survive all that time by yourself?" Rick asked her.

"I was raised in a very small, hick town. I was taught to hunt, to be quiet with my steps, and I am amazing with a bow. I just had to switch from being quiet to hunt animals to being quiet to avoid being hunted." She said with a shrug, it was second nature to her by now. Rick looked at Andrea and then to Shane. Shane nodded to him and headed out of the door, Andrea not far from behind him.

"You have to understand, we have women and children here, and we are on somebody else's land here, I have to make sure it is ok with everyone else that you are brought into our camp." Rick said to her. She nodded her head at him.

"I understand. Do whatever you need to do, not like I really have a choice in the matter." Moly said, slight smile on her face. Rick chuckled at her as he stood up.

"Yeah, guess not." He said, walking out and closing the door behind him.

Moly sat in silence for what felt like forever, the sun had set by now and her back was beginning to ache from sitting bound like she was.

The door opened and she could smell a camp fire and cooking meat. Rick walked in with Andrea. Moly searched their faces for any sign of what their decision was. Now that Moly thought about it, if she wasn't accepted into their camp, what was her other option. She didn't peg these people to just let her go. Moly didn't want to think about the other option. She did not come this far to be killed by humans. She would get out of these hand binds and run like hell. She would be missing her bow and everything, but it would be better than dying. As Moly was thinking of her escape plan Rick walked up to her, and smiled, undoing her hand bindings.

"The rest would like to meet you." He said to her. She looked up at him, a mixture of emotions on her face.

"Really?" She asked, she couldn't help the smile of relief that spread over her face.

"Really. We think you would be a great asset to the group, what with you being a doctor before and such." Andrea said to her. Moly stood up, rubbing her wrists where the cloth had rubbed her raw. She stretched her legs, not wanting to fall the moment she took a step because her legs didn't have proper circulation. She followed Rick and Andrea out of the shed and saw that they were on a very large farm land, with nothing more than a house, a barn, the shed she had just come out of and small group of people around a fire.

"By the way, earlier when Shane was talking to you, you had a very thick accent come out. Where did you say you were from?" Andrea asking her as they got closer to the group.

"I didn't say, but it was a very small town in the mountains of North Georgia." She said.

"Oh really, one of our group is from those parts as well. Well there were two of them, brothers, but Merle didn't make it. Daryl stuck with us though, and glad he did, we wouldn't eat nearly as much with him here." She said, laughing. Andrea turned when she realized that Moly had stopped walking.

Was it possible? Moly thought to herself. Of course, it had to be them, who else had names like Merle and Dixon?

"Are you ok?" Andrea asked her.

"Merle and Daryl Dixon?" Moly asked her.

"How the hell do you know my name?" A voice said from behind her. Moly turned around quickly and her and the man the voice came from froze.

"Daryl?" She asked him, already knowing it was him.

"Moly? Moly is that you?" Daryl asked her.

"Wait, you know each other?" Andrea asked. Moly could feel that the others of the camp was surrounding them, but they didn't matter, what mattered was standing in front of her.

"Yeah we know each other, she's my wife." Daryl said.

20 years ago

"Mols, I'm home." Daryl said, walking into the small shack that they had been using as their home ever sense they became engaged and Moly had run away because her parents hadn't approved. At the sound of his voice, Moly's heart fluttered and she jumped up from the kitchen table where she was reading a few medical books. Her smile fell from her face when she saw another figure appear behind Daryl.

"Oh, Merle, I didn't know you would joining us, I would have made up the couch for you." Moly said with as much enthusiasm as she could muster. She had never been a fan of Merle, and especially just showing up like this. She turned to Daryl as he walked up her, giving her a quick peck on the cheek.

"You make dinner Mols?" Daryl asked her.

"Well I had only made enough for the two of us." Moly said, watching as Merle went straight to the oven to remove the chicken and potatoes that she had left in there to keep warm. The Dixon boys sat at the table and tour into the food. "Yeah, that's fine, I uhh I ate earlier." Moly said, knowing that when Merle was around, her needs didn't matter. They finished the meal in a few moments, and moved to the living room with beers in hand, turning on the TV that was never used unless Daryl was home, leaving Moly to clean up the mess. Usually Daryl always cleaned when Moly cooked, that was just the way they were with each other, but when Merle was around, her Daryl was gone and replaced with the mean, inconsiderate Daryl.

Once the dinner mess was cleaned up, Moly sat down at the table, opening her book back up. She didn't get more than two paragraphs in before the book was ripped out from under her.

"What you reading over her huh?" Merle asked, looking at the pages, probably trying to figure out what all the big words meant.

"Just a little bit of light reading." Moly said to him.

"Yeah, light, whatever." He said, throwing the book down on the ground. Moly twitched but said nothing as she bent down, picked up the book, brushing the dirt off of it. Merle sat down, and putting his dirty boots up on the small table. Moly looked at them with disgust, before opening up the book again, and tried to read.

"Why you always reading anyways? Not like you ever gonna get an education, you didn't even graduate high school." Merle said.

"I read because I like to, and who says I don't plan on going back to school to get my high school degree and then go off to college." She said, angrily as that was what she wanted to talk to Daryl about once he made it back from whatever trip he was on. Merle laughed, and continued laughing where he had to hold his sides. Daryl started laughing with him and that was the last straw. Moly slammed her book closed.

"Just because you two hillbilly's ain't got a lick a sense between the both of you does not mean the same for me. I was a straight A student before I dropped out, a grade neither of you have even heard of." She said, grabbing her book and storming out of the kitchen and into the small bedroom, slamming the door behind her. She grabbed the small ipod from the bedside table, the only form on technology, other than her laptop that she ever allowed herself to indulge in. She put the headphones in, put the music up to the highest volume possible, and let the soothing voice of Jonny Craig calm her nerves down. Her eyes were closed but she still felt when the door opened and closed, and when someone sat on the bed next to her. She swore that if she opened her eyes and it was Merle she was going to take the shotgun next to the bed and shoot him in the face with it. Luckily for Merle, and herself, when she opened her eyes it was Daryl that was looming over her. She sighed, taking the headphones off and pausing the music. She was mad, incredibly mad, but staring into Daryl's beautiful, deep green eyes, she smiled slightly.

"There's my girl." Daryl said, kissing the tip of her nose. She breathed in his scent as he leaned into her. "I'm sorry I didn't warn you about Merle coming over, I didn't even know he was until he was. You know how Merle is." Daryl said, sitting up with his back against the headboard, putting his arm under Moly's neck as she laid her head on his chest.

"Yeah I know, but you have been gone for 3 weeks, I kind of wanted to be alone with you." She said.

"Well, we are alone now." Darly said, moving so that his hands were around her waist. He lifted her up so that she was straddling his hips. "Show me how much you missed me." He said, a hint of mischief in his eyes and voice. Moly smirked back at him, but the memory of him laughing about the fact that she wanted to further her education popped into her mind and she was mad again.

"No." She said, smacking his check before getting off of him and the bed, standing next to the window. "Daryl I was serious about wanting to go back to school, about getting an education. I want to go to college, medical school eventually. I want to be a doctor and help people." She said. Daryl leaned forward on the bed.

"Well we can't afford that Moly, and you know it." Daryl said, pushing aside just like that.

"I can get scholarships, student loans, there are lots of ways to go to school when you don't have any money." She said to him.

"Don't think they give scholarships to high school drop outs." Daryl said, leaning back on the bed. This only made Moly angrier.

"I have already talked to the high school in the area about taking the last few courses I need to be able to graduate. I start the courses on Monday." She said to him.

"So your mind is made up huh? You just went and made the decision on your own?" Daryl said, getting angry.

"I'm sorry, but you are never here, I wanted to talk to you about it, but there was a deadline. I wasn't expecting you to be gone for as long as you were." She said, crossing her arms over her chest.

"And when you get this degree, you are just going to leave me and go off to college huh?" He said.

"No, of course not, I would think you would come with me." She said to him.

"Yeah, and be the husband to some big fancy doctor right?" He asked her.

"No, you would be my husband. I'm not going to change just because I go to college and get a real job." She said.

"Yeah whatever Mols, do whatever you want to do, but my job is what has provided for us so far. Don't need you to do anything." He said, walking out of the room and slamming the door.

Alright guys, there you go, chapter 4 up and going. Will be updating more frequently now that I have caught up to the main story line and such. I hope you enjoyed it. As always send in reviews, send me messages if you would like me to add another character and whatnot, and your ideas for how the story should go. Have a great day!