A/N Just a warning that this chapter had some mature content, but I feel would be a very real aspect in an apocalyptic world which is why I wanted to explore it. Also I have some OC's in this chapter, just wanted to say that I did base them off the idea of Joe's group in season 4, but it is not exact, I just went off the idea.

Thanks for all your support enjoy!

Beth woke instantly, panicking. She wasn't quite sure what the noise had been but it was loud, and woke her up. Daryl stood quickly blowing out the candles that were lighting the room and went to the boarded window. He peeked through the cracks trying to see anything, but it was too dark. Beth still had no idea what was going on.

"Daryl what was that?" Beth asked in a hushed tone.

"Gunshots… I can't see shit though; grab your stuff get ready to get ready to go." Daryl said watching outside still.

"What if it's the others?" Beth said slightly hopeful.

"What if it's not…" Daryl said questionably, the kind of people out there these days worried him more than the walkers.

Beth sighed and nodded even though he probably couldn't see her; the only light was the faint moonlight coming in through the cracks of the boarded windows. She started gathering everything, including her journal which was on the floor? She hadn't remembered putting it there, but she didn't have time to worry about it.

"What do we do, we can't just go running off in the dark? Not to mention all of the walkers that heard those shots…" Beth said trying not to freak out.

"Ya yer right, the streets will be crawlin with 'em." Daryl said loading his crossbow.

Beth sighed again and stood up and walked over to one of the windows trying to look out.

"Hey you stay close you hear, not out of my sight…" Daryl said sternly.

Beth nodded and pulled the backpack on and walked over by Daryl. At that moment there was rattling coming from the back of the house…The back door, it was the door handle rattling. They both shot their heads back to look, but you couldn't see anything it was useless. Beth started breathing heavily.

"C'mon!" Daryl whispered loudly while grabbing Beth's hand and dragging her to a window that hadn't been boarded up. He quickly pried it open and jumped out. The window was at least five and a half feet off the ground. It was sort of a jump but he did it with ease. He immediately got his weapon ready for fire, scanning the area. Beth put one leg out the window straddling it trying to skillfully get out without hurting herself. When out of now where a gruff voice called out.

"Hey! Hey you get back here!" The gruff voice barked.

Instant panic set in as Beth felt adrenaline start to rush through her veins; a large hand grabbed her forearm trying to yank her back inside.

"Beth!" Daryl called out looking up to Beth in the window seeing her struggle.

"No!" Beth yelled trying to fight the person trying to nab her. Beth bent her head down and bit the hand that was on her arm until she tasted blood.

"Stupid bitch!" The gruff voice hissed, letting go of Beth.

Beth tumbled out of the window trying to still land on her feet, she landed wrong on her foot, her ankle rolled and felt like it ripped in half as she fell to her knees, all while trying to brace herself with her hands. Beth cried out at the pain of her ankle.

"Shit, Beth!" Daryl said trying to help her to her feet; he pulled Beth to her feet. She went to run, but instantly collapsed, she messed up her ankle too bad. She tried to get back up, the adrenaline keeping her from paying too much attention to the pain, but not enough to actually get her to keep going.

"Fuck!" Daryl shot a walker before grabbing Beth and swinging her over his shoulder, holding on to her legs. Daryl grabbed the arrow from the walker's skull and started jogging all while still carrying Beth. He rounded the corner to the house trying to make it in the direction of the woods, but a man stood before him. He was about Daryl's size maybe a little taller; he had shaggy black hair, and had a wicked smile on his face, which Daryl didn't like. He aimed a pistol at them.

"Put the girl down." He said.

Daryl slowly put Beth down doing his best to still support her, so she didn't collapse. He instantly aimed his crossbow at him.

"The bow too."

Daryl stood his ground no way in hell, was he putting it down. The man just chuckled.

"Hey Tommy, look what I found here imma guessing this is the bitch that ya said bit ya!?" He called out.

Another man came from around the corner, he had reddish hair and facial hair, he looked to be just a little bit older than Beth, but the look he had on his face gave them both the creeps. He had a rifle in his hand, he started chuckling too.

Shit. Daryl thought to himself. He felt Beth clutch on to his side, she was shaking. He could hear her breathing heavily. Beth felt as though her heart was going to pound out of her chest.

"Well I'll be damned, you got em." The red head said.

Daryl heard someone coming up behind them, but they were outnumbered and Beth was injured, there was nothing they could do.

"Daryl…" Beth said quietly the fear in her voice apparent. She saw another man come up behind them with a gun.

"Why don't you put down the crossbow…" The voice said from behind them.

Daryl clenched his jaw, as he sat down his cross bow slowly.

"This yer bitch?" The red head asked as he came closer eyeing Beth, with a sick smile.

Daryl grasped on to Beth tighter.

"Ya see, she needs to be taught some manners. Damn girl bit me, but I'm sure you can make it up to me right sweetheart?" He said coming even closer trying to touch Beth.

"Back the hell off!" Daryl growled pushing him away.

The man behind them grabbed Daryl pulling him from Beth, he tried to fight him off but he pushed him to the ground and tied his hand behind his back. The red headed guy grabbed Beth, and tied her hands in front of her, she tried squirming free, but even if she could she couldn't run.

"Let go of her you son of a bitch!" Daryl spat still trying to break free.

He watched as Beth had a look of pure terror on her face, she was a white as a ghost.

"Come on let's get inside before every flesh eater in the area comes down on us." The man with the dark hair said scanning the area, before having his guys drag Beth and Daryl back inside the house they had just escaped from. They pulled them inside and threw them on the couch.

"Sorry about being so forceful, but ya see goldie locks bit my friend here. Now we can't just let something like that go unpunished now can we?" The man with the long dark hair said.

"Now I'm Robert, ginger spice over there is Tommy, and that one pointing the gun at you is Ricardo. Now we'll take care of business in a while, right now we gotta lock this place up so the flesh eaters don't try to mow down on us. Tommy you take over for Ricardo."

The red head came over and crouched down by Beth.

"Now sorry sweetheart but imma have to search you for any weapons, Ricardo already patted your boy down but we haven't checked you yet." He said grinning, while putting his hands on her thighs. Beth squirmed under his touch and whimpered trying to scoot closer to Daryl.

"Don't touch her you fucker, I'll kill you!" Daryl spat venomously.

"Oh don't worry, I won't get too handsy…yet." Tommy smiled again.

Tommy started running his hands up and down her legs; he found her knife she always stuffed in her boot. He grabbed it and chucked it a crossed the room.

"That's all I had, I swear. Please don't…" Beth shuddered as he continued to run his hands up and down her. He made his way to her sides and started to move under her shirt.

"You fucker! Daryl yelled lunging at him, his hands still tied behind, but he pushed Daryl back on the couch.

He slapped Beth a crossed the face as hard as he could, she let out a small cry. Blood trickled out of the corner of her lip, as well as tears that broke free from her eyes.

"You try anything again, if you disobey, she gets it! You got that fool!" Tommy barked at Daryl.

Daryl clenched his jaw. He looked at Beth then back to Tommy. Robert and Ricardo came back inside, Tommy went over and started talking with them in the dining room that was connected to the living room, that way they could still see Daryl and Beth.

"Hey Beth, M'sorry are ya okay?" Daryl asked quietly trying to scoot closer.

Beth looked up to Daryl her eyes red. She didn't say anything. Of course she wasn't okay, she was terrified, and she just got smacked around by some creep that was feeling her up. Daryl sighed. What the hell was he gonna do… He already had a pretty good idea of what they could do to Beth, he couldn't let that happen. He had to figure something out, but right now things were looking pretty shitty. Robert came back in to the living room.

"Now look Tommy wants- what's your name Hun?" He asked

Beth avoided eye contact with everyone she just stared at her lap, trying not to break down.

Tommy walked up and pulled Daryl to his feet and punched him in the jaw, before throwing him back into the couch.

"No!" Beth shrieked. Daryl spit blood onto the ground breathing heavily.

"Oh so that's what gets the bitch to cooperate… You were right Rob they are love birds." Tommy laughed.

"Your name?" Robert asked again.

"Beth…" She replied in a small voice.

"Beth what a pretty name, almost as pretty as you…You are a cute little thing. Ya know if Tommy didn't want his way with ya, I would have." Robert said chuckling.

"Now ya see, this is nothing personal, you bit my guy for no reason and now you have to make it up to him. Just business sweetheart." He finished.

"He tried to grab me, I didn't do anything wrong! I was defending myself, please just let us go!" Beth yelled, while tears streamed out of her eyes. She knew what was about to happen, and she was helpless. No one could save her from it.

Tommy came over and grabbed Beth, she fought to get away screaming and flailing herself. He had to practically drag her; he headed for one of the downstairs bedrooms.

"Beth! No you motherfucker- I swear-"Daryl yelled as he tried to go after her, but Ricardo grabbed him and held him back. Daryl kneed him in the gut as hard as he could. Ricardo threw him a crossed the room Daryl landed on the ground hard. He could hear Beth screaming and crying. It broke his heart, he couldn't help her. Daryl spotted something on the floor…Beth's knife. That dumb fucker Tommy never picked it up earlier. Ricardo and Robert had made their way into the dining room laughing about something. What the hell was wrong with these people? Daryl thought to himself, how fucked up could they be? Daryl did his best to inconspicuously roll over to where the knife was. He managed to get ahold of it; he began working quickly to cut the cord that tied his hands together.

Beth still fought Tommy off; he had brought her into the bedroom and threw her on the bed. She did everything she could, she bit, scratched, kicked. Anything and everything to keep him from what he was about to do.

"You dumb bitch, stop!" Tommy grabbed her by the throat. He kissed her roughly. Beth tried to knee him in the groin.

"I said stop! If you don't I'll kill your precious little boyfriend out there, is that what you want?" He spat into her face.

"No." Beth whimpered out, she didn't want them to hurt Daryl. Tommy put his hands under her shirt feeling her up again. Beth squirmed as the tears continued to pour out. She tried to close her eyes and go to a different place. Beth was a virgin; she couldn't believe that this was how it was going to happen. She cried and begged him not to, but it didn't faze him. He continued to pull her shirt up and starting kissing down her stomach.

"You sure are a cute little thing, aint ya sweetheart. Don't worry you'll like it. I can make you feel way better than that redneck hick out there…" Tommy said wickedly.

The sound of his voice made Beth sick to her stomach. Tommy pushed up her shirt enough to expose her bra; he took his nice and cut her bra off of her. Beth's sobs wracked her whole body. He roughly grabbed one of her breast and kneaded it; he kissed Beth on the mouth again. He moved his hands down to her pant line and unbuttoned her jeans and yanked them and her boots off forcefully. She was left in her underwear and her shirt pushed up around her chest. It was going to happen; there was nothing she could do. Tommy was on her knees over Beth as he began to undo his belt and jeans. All of a sudden Daryl burst through the door; his hands and shirt were covered in blood. He grabbed Tommy off of Beth and slugged him in the face, Tommy flew back against the wall, Daryl hit him again and again until his face was covered in blood. Beth sat up and pulled her shirt down over her, trying to cover herself. Tommy was on the ground, whether he was dead or unconscious she didn't know, Daryl stood above him huffing trying to calm himself down. Daryl looked to Beth worriedly. Beth let her head drop and she cried, she just cried. She couldn't even look at Daryl, she was humiliated.

"Beth…"

Beth brought her gaze up to Daryl's for a split second. He slowly made his way over to her and gentle cut her hands loose. Beth rubbed her wrists; she grabbed her pants from the floor and slid them on. Daryl faced the other direction while she did so. Beth still sat on the bed; her ankle was still all screwed up, but she pulled her boots on quickly ignoring it. She didn't even care, she was just embarrassed. It was stupid to feel embarrassed, but Daryl could obviously see what was about to go down.

Daryl came and sat on the bed next to, but not too close. After something like that, he didn't want to make her uncomfortable. But to Daryl's surprise Beth scooted over and threw herself against him, her body began to wrack with sobs again. He hesitantly placed his arm around her. She grabbed his shirt and pulled her face into his chest, her cries being muffled. Daryl placed a hand behind her head, holding her close. Beth's breath came out in shuddered cries; she was having a hard time catching her breath.

"Beth, yer safe now." Daryl tried to get her to calm down.

"He was going to-"Beth whimpered out.

"But he didn't… it's over okay?"

Beth nodded into his chest, he wrapped both his arms around her and held her close. He couldn't imagine how scared she was, he was going to do everything and anything to try and make her feel safe. He looked to Tommy's body on the floor.

"Beth I gotta take care of somethin..." Daryl said slowly pulling himself away from her, but her grasp on him tightened.

"Please don't leave me alone!" She cried.

Daryl bent down and got eye level with her.

"I'm not going to leave you; I gotta take care of him before he turns though…" He said gesturing to Tommy's lifeless body.

"Are they all dead?" Beth asked. Her eyes were blood shot; her face was puffy from crying and she had dried blood at the corner of her mouth, and was still shaking.

"You don't worry about that, no one's gonna hurt ya again Beth. Promise." Daryl replied.

"I'll take care of them and I'll be right back." Daryl assured her.

Daryl grabbed Tommy's body and dragged it out of the room before shoving his knife through his skull; he did the same with Ricardo, and Roberts. After Daryl had cut himself free, he managed to slit Ricardo's throat and then stab Robert. They weren't excepting it, so it was easy. Daryl didn't care what he had to do, to help Beth. It didn't bother him, they were sick people. It had to be done. He couldn't burn the body's it would attract too much attention. Daryl dragged them out on the edge of the house, near the trees. The walkers would most likely find them, but in Daryl's mind that's what they deserved. Tommy was going to rape Beth, and the others were gonna let him. God knows what other things that they had done… Daryl didn't feel the least bit of remorse. He cleaned all the blood off of his hands and arms. Daryl came back inside to find Beth sitting in the same exact spot; she jumped when he came in.

"Just me…" Daryl said quietly.

Beth just stared at the blood on the floor where Tommy had laid.

"C'mon you can sleep in an upstairs room, ya need some rest."

Beth nodded and tried to keep the weight off her injured ankle while she stood up. Daryl helped support her.

"You think you can make it up stairs?" Daryl asked.

Beth nodded and tried moving but winced in pain. Before she even knew what Daryl was doing he scooped her up bridal style, one hand under her legs and the other around her waist. She looked at him in shock, and then wrapped her arms around his neck to help keep herself up. He carried her up the stairs and into one of the bedrooms. Daryl was out of breath by the time he sat her on the bed.

"Damn yer heavier than you look…" Daryl exaggerated his exhaustion and let out a huge sigh. He was half serious.

Beth gave him a small smile, he smiled back at her. He was trying to make her feel better, and she admired that .He had to be just as wiped out as she was, but he was still trying to make her smile. After the hell they had been through tonight, they could both use a little happiness.

"Tomorrow I'll find ya something ta wrap yer ankle with."

Beth nodded. "Could you help me get my boot off?" She asked trying to do it herself but was only hurting herself.

"It feels really swollen…" She continued.

Beth's legs hung off the side of the bed; he crouched down and gingerly pulled her boot off, examining her ankle.

"It don't look broken…probably sprained it real bad or tore something. Not much we could do besides stay off of it, and wrap it." Daryl said.

Beth sighed. "Sorry."

Daryl looked up at her with a puzzled look. "Fer what?"

"I'm slowing us down, we could have gotten away if I hadn't hurt myself…I can't even jump out of a window without screwing everything up." Beth let her head drop, she was angry with herself.

'Stop…Aint none of this yer fault." Daryl gave her a stern look. He pulled her other boot off for her.

Beth watched as Daryl removed her other shoe then got up and sat on the bed. He felt her eyes following him so he looked back.

"What?" He asked.

"Are you gonna stay in here with me…" Beth asked quietly.

Daryl looked to the floor for a moment then back to Beth and nodded slowly.

"Yeah I can." He said.

Beth scooted back and laid on her side. A few moments past as Daryl sat at the end of the bed playing with his hands, while Beth laid unable to even close her eyes thinking about what had happened earlier.

"Daryl…"

"Mhm."

"Will you lay with me…"

A few more moments went by in silence, before Beth felt the mattress dip in next to her. Daryl carefully laid down next to her. Beth turned over to face him, he was lying on his back with a hand behind his head to prop himself up. They looked at each other, Beth watched him carefully, taking in every line and every feature on his face. She curled up, burying her face into his side. She half expected him to pull away but instead he placed his other arm around her. She would probably only get a few hours of sleep before it was daylight, but she would take it. Before Beth let sleep take her, she felt Daryl running his finger up and down her shoulder. Beth popped her eyes open and looked to him. Daryl noticed that she was awake, he stopped touching her arm. He instantly felt his cheeks burn, and looked to the ceiling.

"Don't stop…" Beth said quietly, her blue orbs still watching him.

Daryl's eyes snapped back to meet hers, he felt like he couldn't breathe.

"I like it." Beth murmured before her eyes fluttered closed, letting herself fall into a slumber.

Daryl watched her as her chest fell and rose over and over; he continued to run his fingers over her shoulder. She liked it. He liked it.

He liked her.

A/N Hopefully you enjoyed! Please review! I love feedback! Xx.