A/N: If you people are trying to give me a love-induced heart attack PLEASE continue. Shout outs are at the end of the chapter.

Disclaimer: TWD belongs to its respectful and genius owners. I just like to make Daryl do fun stuff for my own amusement. Rebeca, and any other OCs are mine though.

P.S.: oh my GOD! I know this is mixing fandoms, but seriously are there any Whovians out here too? Like I need a hug, bad. I just started with the series and I finished watching The Journey's End, and am still sobbing from Doomsday. Sweet Jesus the feels. I have never shipped ANYTHING in my life with as much devotion as I as of now do Rose/10th Doctor. And I've also never cried this much. Oh gosh, I am such a hopeless romantic and this was just so tragically beautiful. Poor Doctor. Sorry, outburst, but I just had to share it with someone. Also, this explains the possible Doctor Who references in this and future chapter. Now, enough of my emotional trauma. Here's Rebyl.

PLAY LIST:

"Poison" - Alice Cooper

"Bruises" - Train

"Heart Attack" - Demi Lovato

Oh and one more thing. As most of you have already noticed this is a very PWP story. It's a pretty standard, clichéd, boy-meets-girl love story. Only with crossbows. But I do have to warn you that this chapter is more a filler/recap/BONUS than anything else, because I wanted to update a full chapter, but I just had too much work to do. Guys, I passed 14 EXAMS in the last 4 weeks! 14! And now I will enjoy some well earned rest. Which also means the return of more frequent updates.

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CHAPTER VII.

Bonus Chapter

How, Rebeca wondered, did her life get so damn complicated in only three short days? How did she go from volunteering at a free clinic in her spare time, to hiding armed rednecks in closets? And most importantly: why?

She knew of all the logical explanations that came to mind like Daryl was dying, and she was a doctor, and she'd taken a vow to help people in need, she knew those things. But she also knew that those vows, or even the doctor-patient confidentiality did not encompass keeping secret patients in the on-call room, lying to her coworkers, or not reporting an armed assault to the police. And that was just off the top of her head.

Rebeca ran a hand through her hair and weaved the ends around her fingertips, as she tried to compose herself enough to think of a solution. If there even was one. God, this situation was so royally fucked up. Hell, she was royally fucked. Who needed a boyfriend these days anyway? Life and her big mouth did the job just fine.

Rebeca exhaled a long shaky breath that bordered on a crazed chuckle. Boyfriend. The word echoed in her mind like a bad tween pop-song. It made her want to scream.

What had she been thinking?

Well obviously she wasn't thinking.

And that was the root of the problem, really. She didn't think. Not for a second. She never stopped to think this crazy plan through. And just as Irena had predicted, albeit thinking of different circumstances, the consequences of her actions had caught up with her, and Rebeca was not ready. She was nowhere near ready. So she did the only thing she could under the circumstances: she bolted.

She needed time to think, and she needed help. There was no way she was going to solve this one on her own. Of all the possible excuses, how she picked boyfriend was beyond her. If there was ever a word to describe Daryl Dixon that was most certainly not it, but now that it flew out of her mouth, she had no choice but to play the shitty hand she had dealt herself. Which was easier said than done, because Daryl was probably going to shoot her as soon as he saw her. And although that would, admittedly in a very morbid way, solve all her problems, it hardly passed for the declaration of undying love they were supposed to be in.

Pacing the floor Rebeca fished her phone out of her pocket, then stopped mid-step to hit the call button, pressed the phone to her ear and continued walking back and forth.

It rang once, twice, three times, and every time Rebeca grew more impatient.

Another few rings and she was blowing loose scattered strands of hair out of her face.

Come on, Glenn. Pick up the damn phone.

"DaVinci's Pizzeria, you ask, we deliver?"

"It's about damn time." Rebeca muttered.

"Rebeca?" the voice on the other end of the line asked, puzzled.

"No, it's The Doctor," she said in a way that let her friend know exactly how theatrically she was rolling her eyes. "Do you ever actually check to see who's calling?"

"I'm working." Glenn's voice lowered to a whisper, signalling to Rebeca that he probably should not be talking on the phone but for the purpose of taking people's orders.

"What is it with you Asians and work?" Rebeca asked with feigned exasperation, but she knew Glenn could make out the smile in her voice.

"At least I'm not constantly referencing British TV shows," Glenn muttered, and from the shifting background noise that accompanied his statement, Rebeca could tell that he had moved to a more secluded location so that they could talk uninterrupted. "What's up?"

"Ugh," Rebeca swallowed. "Nothing really, I just-"

"Seriously, it's like 8:30 am." Glenn, although tragically clueless in some cases, had an uncanny ability to sense when she was trying to hide something. "You never call this early for a pizza, so you might as well fess up before I get fired for slacking on the job."

When Rebeca didn't answer immediately, his voice became concerned. "Are you okay?"

Rebeca heaved a sigh and tightened her hold around her phone. There really was no way out of it now. "Well, yes, but see I'm in a bit of a pickle."

"Do people even say that anymore?"

"I was hoping to keep this PG13, I wouldn't want to be accused of corrupting the youth using the f-word and all that-"

"I'm 23." Glenn informed her dryly.

"Exactly, I used to babysit you," Rebeca shot back. "Your grandmother would have my head."

Although she could not see her friend's face she could tell he was grimacing, probably blushing too. "Could we not talk about that now? Please?"

"Okay, sorry," she worried her lower lip with her teeth. "You know me, good with sarcasm and bad with discussing personal problems."

"Well, I suck at giving advice," Glenn pointed out. "But I can lend an ear."

"Thanks, Glenn, I really appreciate it," Rebeca murmured gratefully. "I would have talked to Irena but-"

"She's too smug?" Rebeca could easily imagine the knowing look on Glenn's face as he said it.

"Shut up. I'm trying here."

"You haven't actually said anything."

Rebeca sighed for what felt like the millionth time that day, and paced from one side of the room to another with added fervour. Opening up was never her strong suit. Well, once it seemed like the most natural thing in the world for her, but then things happened and Rebeca changed. But Glenn was a friend, and she trusted him.

She didn't get very far with her story. She didn't really expect to, anyway. Glenn was sometimes prone to panic and overreaction.

"You know the guy? And he pointed a gun in your face?!" the Asian shouted so loudly Rebeca had to hold her phone several inches away from her ear to avoid going deaf. "And you didn't call the police?"

She tried to explain, but he wouldn't let her. "Instead... you-you-"

In his outrage he couldn't even finish the sentence. She could almost see the way he was probably running his hand through his hair, tugging at the roots, and making it stick out in a disarray of spikes; a habit he had developed when dealing with stress.

"I saved his brother," Rebeca supplied.

"The one who nearly killed you in his sleep?"

Rebeca cringed. "And then I sort of slept on him."

She could and probably should have kept that piece of information to herself, but she knew it would have slipped out sooner or later anyway. As long as she was spilling her beans she might as well do it like ripping off a band-aid. Unfortunately it was a very massive, bloody band-aid.

"You what?" Glenn's voice broke. "Are you crazy?!" He whisper screamed. "Do you have a death wish?!"

She was seven years older than Glenn, but at that moment she felt like a scolded child.

"They needed my help," she tried to reason, but she knew her explanation would reach deaf ears.

"No," Glenn said firmly. "You can't do this. You don't get to do this." he demanded angrily, then paused.

"Damnit Becks," he finally breathed, his voice softer as he uttered her nickname. "What were you thinking?"

"I wasn't," she confessed guiltily.

"Obviously!" The pitch in Glenn's voice was back. "This is bad. Could you be any further up Shit Creek?"

"Please, Glenn, just let me finish." The frustration Rebeca had kept hidden for her friend's sake was now creeping back, and she found ti hard to keep her voice even.

"That's not all?" he sounded like he was about to pass out.

"No, that was just me filling you in." she breathed, and again she only got a sentence or two in before Glenn interrupted her again.

"Someone walked in on you? And you-" he paused for a second, as if trying to wrap his head around what she was saying. "You said this Daryl guy was your-"

"Boyfriend, yeah." Rebeca could no longer keep pacing, so she sagged into the nearest chair.

"And the guy bought it?" Glenn sounded so incredulous it almost made Rebeca smile.

"It was Ross."

"Ross? The intern Ross? From the hospital? The one who has a crush on you?"

"Would you shut up? He doesn't have a crush on me." Rebeca stormed. "And yes, Ross the intern. Thank God for that too."

"Jesus. You have way too much luck on your side." Glenn exclaimed.

Rebeca's tone was bitter "Yeah, just my luck."

"So," Glenn cleared his throat awkwardly at her frosty retort. "How'd he take it?"

"Who?" Rebeca asked, exhaustion evident in her voice. "Daryl or Ross?"

"I can already imagine Daryl," Glenn dropped a rather nasty stress on the name, indicating just how highly he thought of the younger Dixon. "didn't take it well. I meant Ross. Did he buy it?"

"I don't know." Rebeca confessed and started biting her lower lip again. Someday, she feared, she might accidentally chew it off.

"What do you mean you don't know?" Glenn was trying really hard not to let his distress show, but was failing miserably.

"Look, I don't know, okay?" Rebeca vociferated, and then words were spilling from her mouth. "I bolted. Ran for the hills. I'm Ross' boss so I ordered him to take care of Daryl's bandages and medicine, and then I just kind of ran out the door, saying I had patients to see. Well, maybe ran is a strong word; I hastened." she grimaced at the memory. "I didn't even get a good look at Daryl, and from what I saw he was choking on rage. And now I'm in hiding, calling you."

She took a much needed breath, and when she spoke again her voice was barely louder than a whisper. "This is so messed up."

"I don't know," Glenn drawled thoughtfully. "Maybe it's not so bad."

"Have you been listening to what I just said?" Rebeca asked incredulously.

"Of course I've been listening," Glenn said impatiently. "But you said you left Ross with Daryl, right?"

"Yes?" Rebeca confirmed questionably.

"And you're scared that Daryl blew your cover?"

"Obviously." she hissed.

"Well if he had, wouldn't somebody have found you by now and busted your ass."

"Holy shit." Rebeca blinked. In her irrational panic that thought never even occurred to her. "I think you might be right."

"You know what they say about Asians and geniuses." Glenn pointed out triumphantly. "Now all you have to do is bribe Daryl into keeping up the charade until you can get both him and his unstable brother out of your hair."

"Yeah," Rebeca dragged out the word sarcastically, "I don't think he's the sort of guy you can bribe to do anything."

"He's a guy," Glenn deadpanned. "Show some cleavage or something."

"Seduce a Redneck. Right." Rebeca scoffed. "And get shot?"

"Well how should I know?" Glenn demanded. "He went along with your crazy plan, so there must be a reason for it. Find that out, then go from there. Besides he's covering his ass as much as he is yours. I think that's an upside."

"Yeah, you would," Rebeca said a little ruefully.

"What can I say, I'm a glass half full sort of guy." Glenn chuckled, sounding much too cheerful for Rebeca's taste, but before she could give a snappy retort, Glenn interrupted her. "Shit, boss is coming this way, gotta go."

"Don't forget my pizza." Rebeca managed to get in through his panicked whisper.

"Yeah," Glenn snorted right before hanging up. "Like I'd dare."

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Dear readers, please accept my sincerest apology for keeping you waiting for so long. But, believe me when I say that there was no way of me writing a really decent chapter with the plot development I have in mind, with my complete lack of free time. So I came up with this instead. Some Glenn correspondence because I like him and I had the idea of him and Rebeca being friends for the longest time. There are more goodies to come, I swear. But I wish that this filler/recap chapter helped a little with the wait.

IMPORTANT: I am going on holiday, and it is quite possible that I will be in no-internet-land for about two weeks. But I will be working on more updates, and if I can sneak some internet connection somewhere I will post them as per protocol. THANK YOU FOR YOUR PATIENCE AND LOVE!

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