A/N: I had a lot of trouble with this chapter, mainly because of some personal stuff that's happening in my life. I knew exactly how I wanted this to be but for some reason I have been having problems writing. My last two chapters didn't turn out the way I wanted them to. But hopefully this one is better. Let me know!

"Sometimes I feel like I'm invincible

Sometimes

Sometimes I feel like I'm incredible

Sometimes

When I don't use my head

When I don't use my mind

When I don't think it through

I guess I'm invisible"

-Chester See

Her name was being screamed, somewhere in the distance, she could hear shuffling and feel movement beside her. She couldn't move, her limbs were frozen, her hair matted in blood was plastered to the side of her face. Abby was defiantly the worse for wear. She groaned as she heard a mans voice from far off and then winced when something warm touched the side of her face. What was that? More walkers? Were they going to kill her? Something was whining, and breathing heavily in her face and Abby forced her eyes to open and she jumped at what she saw.

Lily's snout was nudging her head ever so slightly and she blinked a few times, "H-hey g-girl…" She whispered and tried to weakly lift her hand. Her beloved pet seemed to sense her distress and let out a tiny bark as she snuffled under Abby's arm. Where did she come from? Abby swore she had left her dog inside. Her brows furrowed, no… Lily would die out here, "N-no… go home, g-girl. Go home… it's- it's t-too cold."

She heard it again, her name. Her name being called and then coughed as sane and snow got kicked in her face. Abby flinched as she saw a pair of boots in front of her and with all her strength turned her face up to the figure.

"Abby!" Daryl knelt, lifting her up into his arms. She looked terrible, she was covered in blood and walkers lay all around her. He quickly surveyed her body for scratched and bite marks, relieved when he found none.

"Abby? Abby, please open yer eyes," He gently shook her and was relieved when those gorgeous eyes of hers snapped open.

"D-daryl?" She croaked, her voice hoarse, "Y-you came for me…"

He blinked at her for a moment, "I always will." He saw the faintest hint of a smile and gently reached down and lifted her into his arms. He had no idea how he was going to get her back up that hill.

Abby seemed to read his mind because she began to struggle weakly against his hold, "We can't go up that way… m-my knee… we have to walk out. Down the b-beach to the access a-and t-then home."

Daryl clutched her tighter, causing her to yelp in pain and he instantly felt horrible, "Yer not walkin' anywhere." He told her, "Which way?"

Abby gave him a look like he had three heads but weakly pointed in the direction.

OoooOOOoooo

Rick paced the living room, wringing his hands in front of him. They'd searched the road and found no trace of Abby. He only hoped that Daryl had managed to find her. He didn't know what he'd do if he lost another person, especially his own sister. He hadn't stayed in contact with her through out the years like he should have, but that didn't mean that he loved her any less.

"I'm sure he found her, they'll be back at any moment."

Rick turned to see Carol standing there, her face one of worry despite her reassuring words. He knew she was just as worried, but he doubted that they were for the same reasons as he. She was worried about Abby of course, but he knew it wasn't as much as she was over Daryl.

Rick furrowed his brows, "Daryl will be jus' fine."

Nodding she stepped forward, "I know.. I jus' I always worry about him going out on his own."

Her words brought attention to something that had been nagging Rick for some time but he had never known how he should voice it. If anyone knew what was happening with Daryl it would most likely be Carol.

"Is Daryl and Abby involved in some way that I don't know about?"

His question had Carol raising her eyebrows, she looked genuinely surprised, and bothered. She didn't want to think of the fact that Daryl may possibly love Abby, let alone discuss it with Rick. She ducked her head, ashamed that she'd be so jealous. Especially when Abby was missing.

"He likes her."

Rick noted that in those three simple words there was a hint of bitterness that he understood. Carol loved Daryl, everyone knew, everyone could see it, but no one would say anything to her. He supposed that it was only natural that Daryl be attracted to his sister, he wasn't blind. He knew she was beautiful, even before the apocalypse she had turned heads. It was her poise, her confidence and her loyalty to others. Rick felt a pang in his heart, he hoped with all his heart that she was alright and Daryl had found her safe and sound. It was dark now and freezing.

"Rick! Come quick!" Maggie's desperate cries brought Carol and Rick both to their senses and rushing downstairs.

Carol stopped short, covering her mouth with both of her hands as she watched Glenn and Maggie push the gate open and allow Daryl to walk through with Abby in his arms. Only she didn't look like Abby, she looked… dead.

"She banged up pretty good. Where's Hershel?" Daryl gasped, he didn't even stop when he spoke, just headed straight for the house.

"Where was she?" Rick demanded as he followed him.

"Fell down a bluff." Daryl bit out as he climbed the stairs, the strain of carrying someone for so long starting to weigh on him.

Hershel had seen the commotion outside and instructed Beth and Joshua to turn on a few of their electric blankets for Abby, he was internally thankful that she had gotten those generators running and they had electricity. He hobbled to the front door as Daryl staggered through and in the light Hershel could see that the poor girl was frozen. He gestured toward the bathroom and Daryl wasted no time in rushing her back there.

"She'll be fine, Rick. Just sit tight here while I get her cleaned up." Hershel nodded to the sofa where Merle had just gotten up from.

The older Dixon brother was feeling an emotion that he wasn't used to. Worry. He supposed it was rubbing off from his brother who was so obviously taken by the young girl.

Maggie helped Rick take a seat and gently rubbed his back, looking to Glenn who had the same look everyone else did.

Hershel hobbled to the bathroom where Daryl was still holding the girl, he was gently rocking her back on forth as he sat on the floor. Beth and Joshua hovered off to the side, both with fear stricken faces. Beth even turned to hug Carl tightly with a gentle sob. And Hershel could understand why. Abby's skin held a bluish hue that he wasn't sure any amount to warmth was going to fix.

"Go on out and tend to Rick," Hershel instructed to Carl, "The rest of ya go an' wait in the living room." Hershel turned to Daryl, "I need ya to hold her up so I can clean off all this blood."

Daryl nodded and held her steady while Hershel began to strip her outer layer. He dunked a wash rag in the warm water that Beth had provided and gently began to wash her face.

"To be honest I don't know if she'll make it. She's been exposed to the cold for too long."

Daryl felt his grip on her tighten, "But you said to Rick…"

"I know, I didn't want him to lose his head." Hershel gave Daryl a steady look, "We'll do everythin' that we can, son."

"I'm not dead yet…"

Both men jumped at the sound of Abby's hoarse voice.

Hershel looked down to see her piercing blue eyes staring at him. They stood out even more against her bloodied skin, and they were determined.

"No, no you're not," Hershel found himself smiling at her and then he continued to wash her face and neck. "We need to get these clothes off and get her in somethin' dry and warm. Wrap her in those blankets and set her next to the fire for a while. She may need someone to sit up with her tonight."

Daryl nodded but wasn't prepared for when Hershel began to remove her clothes, he quickly turned his eyes away and moved like he was going to get up.

"D-don't leave me…" Her words cut him to the quick, and her grip was surprisingly strong as she curled her fingers around his wrist, her eyes watering with unshed tears.

Daryl looked down at her and held her gaze for a moment, it was then and there that he realized just how scared he'd been. Abby had somehow wormed her way into his heart. His whole world tilted.

"I won't ever leave ya."

Abby's shoulders sagged and she felt relief wash over her and as the two men worked their hardest to keep her alive, she drifted off into a deep slumber.

A/N: Well I got it done! Stay tuned for the next update, I promise it will be sooner!