A|N:

Finally no more torturing my poor followers aha. Hope this makes you all happy again. I've need my Daryl/Alyssa/Carol fluff back in my life again. T.T

R&R guys! I love you all :D

TWD is not mine, but you guys should know that by now :p

Daryl ripped the door of the closet, knife in hand. He was furious, ready to kill what ever was inside of it. There was no mercy left in him, only hate and anger. The thought of Alyssa's suffering had sent him over the edge. Daryl wanted revenge, he wanted blood for what had happen to her. His little girl. That kid was his family and there was no way in hell that he would let Sebastian get away for all this shit he had put them though. He was the reason Carol had been shot, the reason Alyssa had been shot, and the reason Marie had been in danger in the first place. There was nothing more that he wanted but to destroy what ever was behind that door. To tear it to pieces and erase it from existence. He was so close to losing it, to letting lose and showing his darkest side, but something startled him. As he opened the door a bloody body fell out, all cut up and bound like an animal. Daryl held up his knife's, keeping steady and watching carefully. Waiting for a pair of lifeless eyes to look up at him.

But they weren't lifeless. They were big brown eyes, that stared right through his soul.

His heart started to pound. She was alive. "Alyssa?" She didn't say anything, instead she passed out. Daryl just started at her. Absolutely amazed that she had survive, but he soon realized her survival came at a high cost.

Scars.

The sight of her had been terrifying to him, causing his heart to race at a scaryingly painful rate. Pink bumpy lines ran up, down and across her back. Some older than others, but the majority of them were clearly new. The newest one of them all still an open wound, making blood drip all over her almost entirely naked body. To think he had almost mistaken this poor girl for a walker. How the hell could one man be so fuckin' sick to do this to an innocent young girl? The sight made Daryl sick to his stomach. It was like looking in a mirror to him, they way her beaten back matched his. The whole scenario made his back start to ache, as if he was getting his scars all over again, and idea of Alyssa being tortured was enough to make him want to vomit.

Still she was alive, and in that moment that's all that truly mattered. He dropped to the floor, checking for a pulse. Still alive, thank god. Daryl removed the poncho he wore and put it on Alyssa. He used his knife to untie her, then pulled the tape from her mouth.

"We found 'er..." Daryl was in shock, he couldn't believe he actually did it. Alyssa was finally coming home.

Connor and Merle rushed over to him, standing close as Daryl lifted her off the floor. "I can't believe she made it.." Connor brushed the hair from her face, they could see a still healing bruise on her face, as well as a cut on her forehead which wasn't more than a few days old.

"Good, now let's get the hell outta here! Don' wanna be around when that sum'a bitch founds out we got her." Merle said as he led them to the door, being his brothers shield.

There was no way Daryl was going to put her down, no way in hell.

Only half way out of the town, they spotted Sebastian heading back to the building from which they came. They quickly rushed into the nearest building to hide.

"Fuck, do you think he saw us?" Connor asked as he peaked through the blinds.

"Nope, fucker woulda shot us if he did." Merle growled as he kept watch through a different window.

Daryl had his eyes on Alyssa, who had started to wake up, coughing and trying to catch her breath.

"Aye, easy now. Yer alright Alyssa." Daryl told her as he held her a bit tighter.

Her eyes barely opened. Just enough to make out his face. "D-Daryl?"

Daryl couldn't help but smile, his eyes getting watery from all the emotion's in his chest. "Yah it's me kid. I gotcha don' ya worry."

"Where are we?" Alyssa opened her eyes a little more. Damn this kids a fighter.

Daryl sat her down on the floor, still keeping her in his arms. "Tryna get the hell outta Woodbury."

"I thought you were gonna kill me..." She mumbled under her heavy breathing, trying to fight back all that obvious pain she had.

Daryl sighed as he stared at her, "So did I."

Alyssa managed to raise the corner of her mouth and give him a smile, "We'll thanks for not shooting me, again."

"No problem. Thanks for not really dying, again." Daryl smiled back at her.

Alyssa was trying to get back on her feet, "Well ya know what they say."

"What's that?" Daryl asked as he tried to help her up. Alyssa stumbled but Daryl caught her. "Hey take it easy...ya took a pretty bad beatin' don't ya know?"

"Calm down." She smirked at him as she stood up on her feet, "Don't you know no body can kill a Dixon but a Dixon?"

Daryl chuckled. Dixon, huh? Guess she is. Girl is as much Dixon as Merle, both stubborn pains in my ass. But boy do I love 'em. My family.. Reaching over to pull her forehead close, Daryl leaned in to give it a small peck. "Let's go home, kid."

"You sure you can run? Cause it looks like we are gonna have to." Connor said as he looked out the window. "They know she's free. Whole town is out of their houses and Sebastian looks pissed."

"Yeah I can run." Alyssa nodded as she gave him a quick smile. "Just point me in the right direction, and you'll see how bad I want out of here."

Carol expected Daryl to be gone when she woke up. She knew he wouldn't waste anytime going to Woodbury. So she wasn't surprised when Rick had told her that both Dixon brothers and Connor were gone. Instead of worrying about her man, and oh yes Daryl Dixon was her man, she kept herself preoccupied with Marie and Judith. Having the little one help her as she took care of the baby. Though she couldn't really say baby anymore, Judith was about five months now and was starting to be like a real toddler. She had the little one on her lap as she sat at the table, Marie on the other side helping her fold clean clothes.

"Do you think he'll be back soon?" Marie had asked her for the thousandth time.

Carol kept her eyes on the baby as she nodded yes, "Daryl always find's his way home."

A minute later Beth came running into the room.

"Momma Carol I can't get this stupid stain out of this shirt!" Beth grumbled as she held the stain out to her.

Carol looked up at the shirt, it was a pretty thing but clearly it was very old, the mere sight of it making her giggle at it's wears and tears. "Sweetie I think that shirt has done it's time and needs to be put to rest."

"But this was my mom's..." Beth's eyes got red as she held the shirt close to her body.

Carol got up and took the shirt from Beth, handing off the baby to her as she did so, "I'll see what I can do, just make sure Judy get's her nap."

"Thanks Momma Carol you're the best!" Beth gave the woman a quick kiss on the cheek then ran off with the baby.

She hadn't realized Marie had been staring the whole time, "Is she your daughter too?"

"Beth? No, her momma had died a good time ago." Carol replied quietly as she sat back down.

"Then why does she call you Momma?" Marie had an extremely curious look on her face.

Carol smiled. "She looks up to me like a momma, some times kids need that. An adult to look up to, and someone to find comfort in who loves you."

"Can I call you momma too?" Marie asked her with a titled head as she finished off folding the last shirt. It was a flannel with ripped sleeves. Obviously it was Daryl's. The sight of it made Carol smile.

"Of course you can sweetie." Carol smiled as she got up once more, "Come on, let's make sure everyone get's there clothes back."

They had made it back to the car. Daryl had no idea how he made it but they did. Alyssa had pulled through, refusing help to walk as they escaped Woodbury. Once they were next the car Alyssa dropped to the floor, completely out of breath.

"Hey now," Daryl dropped down to her level to make sure she was okay, "Yer so close, don't ya get lazy now."

"Just a little sleepy. If you didn't guess I haven't done a lot of resting lately." She chuckled, trying to cover up her pain.

"How's yer back doin' pet?" Merle asked as he and Daryl helped her back on her feet.

"Don't worry bout it." Alyssa's voice got cold. The hell is her problem now?

"Just have the old man look at it when we get back, ok Lyss?" Connor added in as they started to pack their stuff back in the car.

"I said don't worry!" Alyssa's voice had gotten harsh. Their was something different about her. A type of new mood about her. It was cold and uninviting and it definitely didn't want any help. She had fallen back to square one. The same angry young girl that Daryl shot in the side months ago.

Now that Daryl thought about it, she was acting a lot like he once did to others. All rude and distant, never wanting anyone's help. He couldn't blame her though. Daryl had a pretty good idea of what she went through, because he had been through something very similar.

"Come on Lyss, no one is gonna touch ya. Let's just go home okay?" Daryl told her as nodded okay. The four of them got into the car. Merle had decided to drive, and Connor had taken shotgun. Leaving Daryl to be in the back with Alyssa, where he gladly sat with her wrapped in his arms.

He would never let the young girl go, never again.