I found this really difficult to write! I experimented with loads of POV and finally settled on Daryl, but I'm still not sure if it's right. Please review and let me know-positives and negatives!

Daryl

Pain.

That was the first thing Daryl registered when he opened his eyes. His whole god dam body ached and burned. He tried to move his head to figure out where it was coming from, but it felt like his head was full of cotton wool and he was unable to send a message to his neck to turn to investigate why the left side of his body felt like it only half existed. He closed his eyes again. What the hell had happened? He couldn't remember anything after he ran to that woman. No, she'd been a walker. He winced suddenly.

Fire.

He remembered the sensation of his skin cooking, of an intense pain racing through his system. He groaned as his head cleared, the memory sharpened and the pain intensified. He swallowed. His throat was dry-had he been out for long? He needed a drink. But his body still refused to obey his brain. He coughed, and felt a cool hand on his forehead and a glass against his mouth. He gulped gratefully and opened his eyes.

Georgie was sat next to his bed. He hadn't seen her the first time he'd opened his eyes. Where had she come from? He stared at her for a moment. She had a bruise on the side of her face, a small one, recent. She must have gotten it hunting or something. At least she wouldn't have had chance to do anything stupid, like go to the hospital. He'd never know any woman with a knack for doing the stupidest thing she could think of. She pulled the now empty glass away from him and looked at him calmly for a moment.

"So. You're awake." She a piece of hair away from her eyes. Daryl noticed with some confusion that her eyes were red. "You know I nearly shot you yesterday. I thought you'd become a walker."

Yesterday? Had the woman lost her mind? Daryl opened his mouth to correct her but all that came out of his mouth was a strangled choking noise. Georgie grinned.

"Yeah, you made that noise. Not surprising. You've been out of it longer than Rick was. Nearly nine days. We thought you were going to die." Daryl started. Nine days? How had he been out cold for nine whole days? How? He'd only been burnt a little? Hadn't he? He tried to ask a question, but his throat was another part of his body refusing to do what his brain wanted. Instead he tried to understand what Georgie was telling him. That Matthew had gone to the hospital, that she, T-Dog and Andrea had gone after him, that Matthew had been hurt. Blinded almost. The last part made Daryl's stomach clench. He suddenly got why Georgie's eye were red. She'd been crying about Matthew. She sighed and stood up.

"I need sleep. Like real sleep. The RV floor is not comfortable." Daryl blinked. Had she slept in the RV with him? She hesitated for a moment, and then took his left hand and squeezed it. At least, he thought she did. He still couldn't feel anything properly.

"I'm really glad you're ok Daryl. And...and I'm really sorry that I was such a cow. You know..." She trailed off. "Anyway, I'll get Ben to come, and T-Dog so you're not alone." She held onto his hand a moment longer and then quickly moved out of the RV, leaving Daryl alone with his thoughts.

It was harder to keep track of what he was thinking without someone to focus on, so for a while, he focused on trying to regain control of his body. For a moment, he worried he might have become a cripple, remembering how he hadn't been able to properly feel Georgie's hands. Then, he remembered something she'd said about Ben drugging him up to the eyeballs. That reassured him slightly, and explained why his head felt like he'd been drinking his way through three barrels of whiskey. Still, he'd feel better when he was able to move more than his eyelids. He focused on his right hand at first, which seemed to be more willing to co-operate than his left. Slowly, but surely, he coaxed his fingers into wiggling and eventually his hand closed into a fist.

So he wasn't a cripple. Not with his right hand anyway. He focused his attention on turning his neck to the left, where Georgie had been sat. Straight away, he saw why he hadn't felt Georgie's hand clearly. His whole left side of his body was wrapped in bandages. He wondered what his body looked like underneath them. He wondered if he'd still be able to fight like he had before. He groaned again and looked beyond his body. On the floor of the RV was a pile of blankets and a crumpled up pillow. He blinked. So she had slept in the RV with him. He didn't get why.

He'd been a complete jackass to her recently. Even he knew that. He didn't really know why. He'd been mad at her when she'd stayed with Rick for a week, even though Rick had been sick, and Georgie was simply looking after him. The fact that she'd slept in the RV with him proved that-why else would she be in here with him? He'd been madder when she'd continued to hang out with Rick and Carl after he'd recovered. No, not mad. Jealous.

He knew he liked her more than the other women in the group, but he'd always assumed that was because she was tougher, could fight, and generally seemed more together than the others-bar maybe Adele. Even when Carol had been killed and she'd shown that actually (to his horror) she could cry like a woman, she'd still pulled it together and done what had to be done. He didn't really get what had changed, apart from she'd started to wear his shirt constantly since their dealings with the scum that had tried to kill T-Dog and Rick and he liked it.

She'd hung on to him like a drowning person that night. When they'd come back to the hotel, both tired, and been greeted by Matthew and Harry, she had pretty much collapsed on his bed, looking as exhausted as he felt. He'd gone to sleep in the other room, but she'd stopped him.

"It's a double bed Daryl. Don't worry, I don't snore." He'd gotten onto the bed next to her, and noticed even through she was totally wiped out, she was still shaking. He'd gone to place a hand on her shoulder and realised that he was too. Before his hand touched her, she'd turned and buried her face in his shoulder, holding onto his vest, still shaking. They'd lain like that til he'd fallen asleep, and when he woke up, she had been in Ricks room. Daryl hadn't been able to figure out why he was so jealous-it wasn't like they'd had sex or even kissed. He'd done far worse with girls at home and not batted an eyelid when they went off with another man, like the tramps they were. And yet he'd gotten so mad about Georgie and Rick, he'd been willing to use any excuse to knock Rick's teeth out.

He was interrupted from his thoughts by the door opening and T-Dog entering, closely followed by Ben. T-Dog walked over to the bed and almost went to hug him, but stopped himself.

"Man..." He seemed lost for words. "You have no idea...I have NEVER been so happy to see your face." Daryl tried to return the sentiments, but all he could manage was a cough, and the word:

"Dog" T-Dog grinned.

"Man, you ARE a cockroach. Adele was right. You can survive anything." He sat beside the bed, watching whilst Ben started to cut away the bandages and clean his burns. Now Daryl had a good look at the extent of his wounds. The smell was pretty bad, which he expected, and the skin was hardened and cracked. He could see what looked like a hole in his arm, and in some places, he could see a yellowy fluid. He was distracted from this by T-Dog, who started to talk to him about what had happened since he and the others had returned from the hospital. Daryl tried to listen, but it was hard to concentrate on T-Dogs voice when he could feel (very clearly) Ben pulling and prodding at his arm. One thing did stick out in his mind.

"Miao's pregnant." Daryl managed to grunt at this, although he couldn't tell if his congratulations had been understood. T-Dog was beaming proudly.

"I mean, it's still early, but Glenn and Craig got her a test and she's defiantly...you know. So, I'm trying to keep her calm and not doing too much. I think she's just scared of the giving birth part, but Rick and Adele are already making plans to move to somewhere safe." Daryl managed to nod, showing that this part of the conversation at least he was following. "Craig's helping too, he knows this area pretty well..."

"Craig?" Daryl managed to cough out the unfamiliar name.

"He was at the hospital. Being tortured with Matthew..." T-Dog trailed off. "You do know about Matthew don't you?" Daryl nodded, feeling his stomach clench. He'd failed to keep Matthew safe. He didn't know how he'd react when he saw him, but he wished T-Dog had kept just one of those fucks alive for him to deal with. T-Dog paused, apparently gauging his reaction and then carried on speaking, but Daryl was finding it hard to follow again, and felt himself start to drift off into sleep. He was vaguely aware of Ben and T-Dog leaving the room, and then he slipped into oblivion.