Author's note: Wow, last chapter was a downer, and this one isn't going to start off much better. I really wanted to show Daryl's view from the last chapter, just because I figured that not everything was shown from Carol's point of view. On another note, I noticed that Chapter 4 has a lot more hits then both two and three, I find that kind of weird. I guess that's because Chapter 4 is the first one with Daryl in it… review for me my beauties!

Next chapter will be up Tuesday, instead of Monday! (Do to the long weekend and the fact I'm driving 6 hours each way to go home for the weekend!)

Disclaimer: I still don't own anything, don't worry I'm slowly working on it. ;)

Daryl watched as Carol froze up as they got close to her house. She was holding her breathe for long periods of time and chewing on her lip. There appeared to be two cars in the drive-way already and he couldn't help but think that that might mean that her husband was home. He could have sworn that she had said that he was away until later than this. He wanted to calm her down; Carol looked like she was about to keel over or have a heart attack. "Carol, are you sure you wanna go in there? I could go with you if you want, explain to your husband why ya didn't make it 'ome last night."

Carol looked to be in some sort of trance, not replying to him or even acknowledging that she had even heard him. He watched her walk across the lawn, fearing that she would collapse before she ever got to the door. As she opened the door, Daryl nearly started his truck, about to drive away. He barely caught that a hand shot out and dragged Carol through the door, and the door remained open for the world to peep inside if they wanted to.

He waited to see if someone came back to close the door, and in a few minutes when no one did, he sighed and unbuckled his seat belt, getting out of his car and marching towards the open door. When he got to the door, Daryl was absolutely shocked at what he saw. Carol was on the floor, bleeding crying, and naked, with a man on top of her. A man who obviously didn't care what was happening on her side and she currently balls deep inside her. He gritted his teeth and bit down on his lip hard enough for it to start bleeding; who would do this to someone they were suppose to love?

Daryl saw nothing but red; how dare this man hurt someone as quant and beautiful as Carol. For a moment, Daryl found himself unable to move, what was happening in front of him was enough for him to simply quake in his boots. Then he was in motion, cracking Ed over the head with a small side table that stood near the door, it broke into pieces over his head and Carol cried out as well. Daryl quickly realized that it had done nothing but jolt the man inside her roughly forward as he passed out. Kicking the man in the gut and then the chest was enough to calm Daryl's mind slightly.

He tried his best not to gag as a drug the knocked out man out of and away from Carol. As he was forced to force the bastard's member out and away from Carol's broken body. He gagged slightly and felt like he might throw up; Jesus why would someone do this to another human being? He tried not to think about the nagging voices in his head saying, this happened to your mother all the time and how do you think you were born? He shook his head at that; there was no need to think of things like that, ever. Daryl then gave the fat fuck, a rough shove to the wall, making sure that he hit his head, hard.

Moving back over to Carol, he could see her move her head slightly, to look at the man. She seemed to only cry harder after that. He placed as hand on her side, trying to simply pick a spot that didn't have an injury on it. Daryl's throat felt raw, and he thought for a few moment that he might throw up, sliding down to his knees, he bit down on his lip harshly tasting blood in seconds. This was bad. He could help but lean toward her slightly and whisper in the lightest tone he could manage. "Damn it woman, why would you come back here if something like this was going to happen. You're coming back to my place and I'm never going to let you come back here ever again." He meant it too, he was never letting him out of his sight ever again, and this woman needed him to be around for her own protection.

He wasn't surprised when he didn't get a response, he could barely tell that she was breathing. Daryl took off his shirt and wrapped her in it. There was no need to show the world what had just happened. He picked her up slowly and careful, cradling her close to his chest and minded her head, not wanting to cause anymore damage. It hurt his very soul to see her like this, he wanted very much too simply go back and eliminate that bastard.

Still, the important thing right now was getting Carol to safety and getting her help. She needed to be bandaged up, her cuts needed to be cleaned and most importantly she probably needed both ice and meds to calm down the pain. He placed her gently into the cab of his truck and closed the door behind her. Lying her down on her side, not wanting her sitting up onto the heavily bleeding cuts she sustained. Her head was in his lap and he tried not to think about why she was naked. This was probably the least turned on he had ever been with a naked woman practically in his lap.

The drive to his house was the longest he had ever had in his entire life, longer than even the one to his mother's funeral. This broken woman was still alive and crying on his thigh. As he pulled up to the house he called out; "Merle, get yer ass out here, I need help!" He tried not to think about how desperate he sounded, and how fast Merle's reaction was to run outside to him. Pants half done up and still gripped in his hands so they wouldn't fall back down.

Daryl lifted Carol out of his truck, ignoring the red stains of blood that would now be forever stained in. Carol was limp in his arms, and the crying had stopped. He had never been so scarred and it didn't help when Merle started screaming out for Andrea to grab the first aid kit. How would she even know where their first aid kit was?

It took forever for the three of them to stitch her up, and Carol was lying in Daryl's bed. He quietly decided that she should never leave his bed ever again. From now on he was going to spend the rest of his life making this fallen angel happy. She deserved it.

Merle and Andrea patted his back and left him alone, as he sat down beside Carol on the bed. He wouldn't ever leave her, especially not in this state.