Daryl kept his eyes on the ground as Danielle finished up her story. It took him a second to process where she said she had come from and when he did, his eyes met hers. "You were in a looney bin?" he asked causing Danielle to contort her face. She didn't like when people called it that simply because she knew she wasn't really crazy, but she couldn't blame him.

"I'm not crazy." she mumbled running her fingers through her hair and looking away from him. Daryl scoffed rubbing his palms on his jeans. "Why else would they stick you there if you weren't crazier than a sprayed roach?" he replied in a gruff tone. She stared hard at him and he looked shamelessly back at her waiting for an answer. "If you don't tell me why you was in that funny farm, I'll let everyone know we're dealin' with a loon."

Danielle furrowed her brow looking around the tent for any signs that people were around. When she knew for sure that they were the only ones in the conversation, she brought her eyes back to meet Daryl's. "Before the other day, when I thanked you, I hadn't spoken a word since I was thirteen." she muttered. Daryl pursed his lips as he waited for her to continue.

"My father wasn't a nice man." she continued looking at the ground, "My mother wasn't any better. In fact, she helped and supported him."

"What'd they do?" Daryl asked in a low whisper now just as worried if others were listening in.

"What any greedy couple would do to their daughter for money. They sold my body." she bit her bottom lip nervously, "It started when I was eight and ended when I was twenty-five with a knife. For the longest time, I had accepted it as my life. It was just the shitty hand I was dealt. But, one day my mother was so mad at me and she called me a whore. My father was out doing who knows what so there was no one else there to tear me down. The doctors say my psyche finally fractured and went into a protection mode. I grabbed a knife from the kitchen counter and without even blinking, I killed her."

Daryl said nothing but just stared softly at her listening to her tale. He felt the need to leave and tell Rick that they needed to get rid of her, but he sat still waiting for the grim story to end.

"I hid her body and waited for my father to get home. As soon as he came through the door, I jumped on his back and slit his throat." she added fidgeting in her seat, "I don't really remember any of it, but apparently that's how I told it when I was under hypnosis."

"Wait, I thought you ain't talked before the other day." Daryl snapped in frustration looking for any hole in her story.

"Hypnosis doesn't really give you the choice of when you do or don't speak." Danielle clarified. They sat in silence for what seemed like hours before Daryl stood up and stuck his head out the tent door to see if anyone was around. He returned to his seat rubbing his forehead with a sigh.

"Why me? I see you off with that Maggie girl all the time." he mumbled, "Why can't she be the one you're buggin'?"

"All my life, every time I spoke without permission, I was severely punished. So, I stopped talking to avoid it." she explained, "It's not that I'm blocking out the memory of what happened; I have no intention of doing that. I feel safe with you, Daryl. After what you did with the walker, I had never known such peace. People have been treating me like an object all my life, but not you."

She placed her hand over his and rubbed it gently with her thumb. Daryl brought his eyes up to hers not understanding what she was saying to him. He quickly moved his hand from under hers and stood up. "I'll keep your secret loony, but chu just steer clear of me" he said sternly before storming out of the tent. Danielle frowned a little waiting a few seconds to before she went out after him.

"You know how it feels" she hollered after him. He stopped walking and turned to face her, "To be treated like you're nothing. I can tell."

Daryl looked around before walking over to her putting his face just an inch from hers. He held it there for a moment before muttering, "Go to Hell."

The sky was a dark grey colour the next morning. Daryl laid in his cot staring up at the top of his tent as rain droplets began tap lightly on it. Just as he was about to let the sound of the rain lull him back to sleep, he heard Maggie shouting his name. He sat up quickly and put a shirt on before stepping out of his tent and into the rain.

"What?" he grunted. His angry demeanor eased up when he saw how angry Maggie really was.

"What the hell did you say to Dani?" she asked her eyes seeming to look right into his soul. He rubbed the back of his head looking around for any sign of the girl. "Don't bother lookin'. She's not here."

"She ain't here?" he asked taken aback, "Well where the hell did she go?"

"We're guessin' somewhere out in the swamps. She took one of the guns."

Daryl sighed in frustration walking past Maggie to Dale's camper. He grabbed his crossbow and slung it over his shoulder. "Where you goin'?" Dale asked from the front of the vehicle. "To look for Danielle." Daryl answered before walking out back into the rain. When he got to the point where the fields ended and the swamps began, he took in a deep breath and walked in determined to have her back at the house before the day was over.

Small drops of water dripped from the tips of Daryl's hair as he walked cautiously through the trees. With the rain making all sorts of noise, he was never sure if he heard footsteps or leaves taking a pelting from the weather. Danielle's words kept replaying in his mind: You know how it feels to be treated like you're nothing. She had confided in him of all people what her family had done to her. A part of him wanted to think that she was just a loon making up stories of events that never really happened, but every time he tried to make himself believe that, he felt guilty about it. Guilt. He had never felt that before. Not until Sophia died at least. He thought that would be the last time, but then she had to show up. Not even Merle was enough to make him care so much. Mostly because Merle was one of the people who treated him worse than anyone else in the world. But, he felt a sort of connection with Danielle. Carol had his sympathy, but Danielle had something else. He just wasn't sure what that was yet.

Balls deep in his own thoughts, he almost didn't see someone standing next to a large tree to his right. He looked to see Danielle fidgeting with a piece of cloth seeming to try to get it around her arm.

"Need some help?" he asked softly. Even though Daryl had done his best not to, he made her jump with fright.

"Damn it." Danielle gasped, "You need to stop doing that shit."

Daryl ignored her comment and took the cloth from her tying it over a cut on her arm. "I fell and a broken bottle got me." she mumbled looking at the ground.

"Why'd you leave?" he asked quietly. Danielle brought her eyes back to his and shrugged.

"I knew I wouldn't fit in ther-"

"Don't give me that bullshit." he interrupted, "It's because of how I treated ya."

She averted her eyes again; Daryl took that as a confirmation. "Why would you let someone like me make you leave the farm?" he asked running his fingers through his damp hair. She kept quiet and just shrugged again.

"I like you, Daryl." she finally answered causing Daryl to fidget nervously, "And I can tell you don't like it. You couldn't even stand it when I touched you yesterday."

"I can stan-"

"You don't give me that bullshit." she interjected causing Daryl to smile a little, but he was quick to compose himself again. Danielle's damp hair clung to the sides of her face and Daryl couldn't tell if the water on her cheeks was from the rain or tears. Either way, he timidly wiped her cheeks for her; she laughed silently.

"It's raining, genius." she giggled, "My face is just gonna get wet again."

Daryl smiled a little, but his face still had a conflicted look to it. It wasn't until she looked back up that she realized how close he was to her. He slung his crossbow on his shoulder not putting any extra distance between them. A sickening feeling made Daryl's stomach twist and turn as he looked into her eyes. Full of nerves, he leaned down hesitantly and pressed his lips gently on hers.