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 Timi in our tent. I was sleepin' soundly and holdin' the kid close to me like I always do. My hand laid limply on 'er hip keepin' 'er close to me. It was still dark outside indicatin' it was still night time. I stirred a little bit pullin' the kid closer to me, if that was even possible, and let out a content sigh before driftin' back to a peaceful sleep. I heard somethin' crunch outside our tent and I was hopin' I was just hearin' things. I heard another crunch and I knew somethin' was out there.

"Daryl?" I heard the kid say in the quiet darkness.

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

I put on some pants and my vest and picked up my crossbow and a flashlight.

"Be careful," she said sittin' up in bed and lookin' at me.

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

I walked 'round the tent shining my flashlight 'round the dark wooded area we were stayin' that night.

"Shit," I said when I ran inta a panicked Rick.

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

It didn't look like he was fine, he looked pale and the cut was pretty huge. It was more like a gash than a cut.

"Not bad, looks deep," I said lookin' at his wound still.

The kid walked over to us and Rick looked over at 'er, and I took a quick glance, but went right back ta Rick.

"What happened?" the kid asked as soon as she 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," I said lookin' over at 'er.

She nodded 'er head and quickly went ta Hershel's tent. I kept an eye on Rick ta make sure he didn't pass out or somethin'.

"How'd ya get scratched? It ain't no walker scratch is it?" I asked Rick.

"No, I tripped over a log and one of the branches I think was splintered and scratched my leg," He said to me.

"Alright," I said.

I heard footsteps approachin' and I figured it was Hershel and my girl. As soon as they arrived I stepped out of the way to let Hershel look at Rick's leg. The kid stood next to me as Hershel sat Rick down on the ground to examine the deep wound. I held the flashlight towards the men for light and with my other hand and grabbed Timi's and enlaced our fingers. I was glad it wasn't one of us, especially 'er she's always getting' hurt.

"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 as he dabbed a cloth with alcohol on Rick's wound and pulled out a needle ta stitch him up.

Rick nodded at the old man and looked at the sky not wantin' to watch gettin' his stitches. I was rubbin' my thumb up and down 'er hand. She looked up at me and I was smilin' down at 'er, she 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 inta his kit. He picked up his stuff and turned to Timi and I.

"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 supportin' him under his arm pits. Once he was stable and up we took him to his tent. I 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 the kid let out a little yawn. I chuckled at 'er and said "let's get back to bed."

She nodded and took of 'er tank top, shorts, and shoes. While I took of my vest, pants, and shoes. I climbed into the cot with Timi in front of me. She turned over and put 'er head on my chest and 'er right hand on my stomach. My right hand rested at 'er back and rubbed up and down feelin' 'er soft skin like always.

"Love ya," I said sleepily.

"Love you too," she replied, slowly drifting off to sleep in my arms.

I watched 'er sleep for a few more minutes until I drifted off to sleep.