Rhea Bleu, when I started out, what you see from Raina's point of view is her being out of character, tired, cranky, and ill. But from her point of view, she doesn't see herself as weak. From Daryl's, he does. That's why I put the no dominance thing in there. Because that's the way Daryl sees her. And the way I wanted my story to go, Rick is in a better position now that Lori is gone, and he is just doing as Hershel did, being nice to her. Their group isn't very big as it is, and this young, tiny girl is found in the woods. She isn't much of a threat, and in chapter 3 her story is told, therefore story telling. Daryl is attracted to her, which surprises him, and makes him Mr. Cranky Pants. I have watched every episode of TWD, and thought a lot about how I wanted Daryl to handle his situation with Raina. This is what I came up with. And I really like the way I am writing it. I make him a weenie head, and it's fun. The story has came together pretty nicely, in my opinion, and if you don't particularly like it, you don't have to read it. Not being mean or rude, just saying.

Thanks to Emberka-2012 for pointing out my mistake in ch. 13 ! I was soooo tired when I typed it and proof read (: Thank you ! (If you catch em, feel free to point them out ! Writing at 1:00 in the morning is very tiring !) And for the reviews, I thank you !

Thanks to piratejessieswaby as well for reviews !

Kaila G.

Raina awoke to see Daryl asleep in the chair beside her bed. She smiled lightly at him, but the smile faded when she suddenly realized that she needed to go to the bathroom. Easing herself up, she tried to be quiet getting off the bed. Before she could even look to see if he was still asleep, Daryl was at her side.

"Ugh. I didn't wanna wake you." Raina scrunched her nose at him.

"I ain't never really asleep." Daryl teased. He put a hand on her lower back to help steady her. They walked to the bathroom. Daryl turned to leave.

"Wait, Daryl. I need to show you somethin'." Raina began pulling up her shirt. Daryl watched as the cloth was pulled up, revealing bruises along her ribs. Raina winced as her hand bumped one. Daryl was frowning.

"Son of a bitch." He mumbled.

"I wanted you to see them at the same time I did." Raina said. Daryl looked surprised. "I didn't know my ribs were bruised. I jus' knew they hurt like hell." Daryl walked toward her and leaned down. He brushed his lips across her bruised ribs lightly. Then he raised back up.

"Better?" He asked quietly.

"Very much." Raina smiled, then turned and looked into the mirror. She frowned. "He really did kick my ass, huh? I look like shit."

"You look fine." Daryl growled softly. Raina raised an eyebrow.

"Yea, okay. Can you get Hershel? I wanna make sure none of my ribs are broke." Raina winced again as she pulled her shirt back down. Daryl left the room, and Raina stared at herself. Tears formed in her eyes as she took in all the bruises on her face. Her eye was black. Her lip was cut. She sighed.

Daryl came back into the bathroom, and helped Raina to her bed. She sat down, looking at Hershel, waiting for him to begin explaining all of her injuries. He had tried to tell her everything last night, but she had been so out of it, that she didn't really hear anything he had said. She was worried, about her face, and her ribs. Her ribs looked really bad. They hurt like hell.

"Well, Raina. Your ribs are severely bruised, but I couldn't find any breaks or dislocations. Which means you got lucky. Some contusions, and cuts. But otherwise, you seem fine. I'm real sorry about having to stitch you up like that. But I had to get it done quick." Hershel explained.

"It's okay, really. I mean I was so out of it... I really didn't realize what was happening. Thank you, for taking care of me." Raina smiled. Hershel nodded and stood up.

"I will be back in a few hours to change your bandages. Can't let those stitches get infected." Hershel said.

"Thank you!" Raina called to him as he walked out.

"Looks bad." Daryl got on his knees beside her bed. He lifted her shirt up to take another look. He pushed her shirt up, over her flat stomach. He smirked at her belly ring, but then focused on the bruised skin in front of his eyes. He touched her left side gently, and she winced slightly. He looked up at her. "You need to lay down."

"I need a shower." Raina argued, slipping away from his hands and standing up.

"I'll go get your sister." Daryl said quietly.

"No... No. I want you to stay. I can take a shower by myself. But will you at least stay in my room?" Raina pleaded. Daryl grunted, nodding his head. He saw Raina relax, and limp slightly to the bathroom. As he sat back down on the chair, he heard her turn the shower water on. He refused to look at the open bathroom door. Instead he just sat there, waiting for her to finish.

After what seemed like an eternity, she finally came out of the bathroom. Her hair was wet, and she was wearing a black long sleeve shirt, along with a pair of dark blue jeans. She sat down on her bed and sighed heavily. Daryl and Raina stared at each other for a long time, before Daryl spoke.

"I need to go." He said quietly.

"Why?" Raina asked, fear creeping up into her face.

"Not long. Jus' long enough to hunt." He explained. Raina was quiet. Daryl stood, walked over to her, and kissed the top of her head, before walking away. Raina watched him walk out of the door. She layed down against her pillow, and began to think.

Looking at herself in the mirror, she had barely recognized herself. The bruises were bad, and she looked horrible. Not that she was complaining, she could have been a lot worse off. But still, the beating she had endured was not fun. Her ribs ached, and she hurt all over. Looking at the bottle of pills on her nightstand, she grimaced.

Raina hated the way that the pills Hershel had given her made her feel. They made her feel... Out of it, hazy. Dazed almost. She didn't like feeling that way, at all. With Daryl gone, she felt uncomfortable. But at the same time, when he was near... She felt a little jumpy.

She didn't want to feel that way. The thought of what almost happened to her, though, drove her crazy. Yes, Daryl had saved her. Still, she kept unintentionally replaying what happened to her in those woods in her head. It was like she couldn't stop thinking about it. That man was dead, gone. But he still haunted her.

Suddenly, she remembered something about the night before. She had told Daryl she loved him... And he had said he loved her too.