AN: Here's the next chapter, enjoy! Reviews are welcomed. :)

Disclaimer: I do not own The Walking Dead, It solely belongs to AMC and Robert Kirkman. I only own my own Character Timi.

Rick's Scratch

I was asleep next to Daryl in our tent, kind of in and out of sleep. He was holding me close like he always does. His hot breath on my shoulder while he was breathing slowly in and out, asleep and relaxed. His hand laid limply on my hip keeping me close to him. It was still dark outside indicating it was still night time.

I just stared at the wall of the tent and thought about Daryl and I, the group, and the world going to hell. Daryl stirred a little bit pulling me closer to him, if that was even possible, and let out a content sigh before drifting back to sleep.

I smiled to myself, having Daryl all to myself made me happy. All of a sudden my smile faded when I heard something crunch outside our tent. I thought I was just hearing things, but I heard another crunch.

"Daryl?" I said in the quiet darkness.

"I hear it," Daryl said as he started to get out of bed.

He put on some pants and his vest and picked up his crossbow and a flashlight.

"Be careful," I said sitting up in bed and looking at Daryl.

"Course," was all he said as he unzipped the tent and pointed the flashlight into the dark night.

I heard him walking around the tent seeing the light from the flashlight pass by the back.

"Shit," was all I heard come out of Daryl's mouth.

That made me panic until I heard another familiar voice.

"It's not that bad, just a cut," Rick said.

I decided to throw on my shorts and tank top with my shoes and see what was wrong. As I got out of our tent I heard Daryl say "Not bad, looks deep."

I walked over to them and Rick looked over at me, and Daryl took a quick glance, but went right back to Rick.

"What happened?" I asked as soon as I saw the deep scrape on Rick's right leg.

"I went to pee and something scratched my leg," Rick said looking pale from blood loss.

"Go get Hershel," Daryl said looking over at me.

I nodded my head and quickly went to Hershel's tent. I knocked on the support beams of his tent.

"Hold on," he said as I heard him shuffle around for a few seconds then unzipped the tent.

He came out and asked, "What's wrong Timi?"

"Rick's been scratched badly and losing blood," I said to him.

"Let me grab my kit," He said and went fast to retrieve it in his tent.

As soon as he came out I led him to the scratched sheriff. As soon as we arrived Daryl stepped out of the way to let Hershel look at Rick's leg. I stood next to Daryl as Hershel sat Rick down on the ground to examine the deep wound. Daryl held the flashlight towards the men for light and with his other hand he grabbed mine and enlaced our fingers. I guess he was thinking it could have been one of us.

"You'll live Rick just about seven stitches and a few days of rest. You did lose some blood, but not life threatening, Timi got me just in time." Hershel said.

He dabbed a cloth with alcohol on Rick's wound and pulled out a needle to stitch him up. Rick nodded at the old man and looked at the sky not wanting to watch getting his stitches.

Daryl was rubbing his thumb up and down my hand. I looked up at him and he was smiling down at me, I returned the smile and we both looked back at the men when Hershel said "All finished."

He cleaned off the needle and stuck it back into his kit. He picked up his stuff and turned to me and Daryl.

"Daryl, Timi can you help Rick back to his tent?" He asked us.

We nodded our heads and walked over to Rick. Rick got up with our help supporting him under his arm pits. Once he was stable and up we took him to his tent. Daryl unzipped it and we helped Rick get situated and left. Luckily Lori and Carl were fast asleep and didn't even notice. We left their tent and zipped it up and walked back to ours. As soon as we walked in I let out a little yawn.

Daryl chuckled at me and said "let's get back to bed."

I nodded and took of my tank top, shorts, and shoes. While Daryl took of his vest, pants, and shoes. I climbed into the cot with Daryl following behind. I turned over and put my head on his chest and my right hand on his tummy. His right hand rested at my back and rubbed up and down making me feel relaxed.

"Love ya," Daryl said sleepily.

"Love you too," I replied, slowly drifting off to sleep in the arms of Daryl Dixon.