A/N: Robert Kirkman, Tony Moore, and Charlie Adlard own The Walking Dead. Not me. I do own my OC, Kenzie Rose. This is my latest story. If you read what I have posted already and are waiting for me to update it. I will as soon as I get the inspiration to write the chapter that needs to written. Have some faith in me please? And as always read and review please. Italics are thoughts. Underlines are flash backs/dreams.

Also I am making Beth a year older in this fic than she is in the show.

Sorry for not updating sooner. My job, where I feel like I run around like a chicken with its head cut off, makes me so tired at times to where I just want to talk with a few people and then pass out till the next day; especially since I work in a grocery store and work two different departments but feel like working four since I'm all over the place when I'm in one department. Plus I have been helping family with things and just trying to get my own life back in order some… I have such a crazy life that writing and talking with someone who is basically my twin as well as roleplaying is the only sense of calm and peace I have at times. Not to mention I just didn't know how I wanted to end this chapter. Writer's block sucks. I will hopefully have the next chapter up soon. I apologize for this being sort of short as well. Chapter six should be longer.

Chapter Five: Who Shot Me?

Daryl rode the horse he was using down the path towards a cliff that over looked most of the farm and some of the woods. As he looked down at the creek that was flowed through the ravine that he was riding next to, he noticed a very familiar doll laying on one of the sandbars. Dismounting the horse and wrapping the reins around a tree branch, Daryl went down to the doll and picked it up before looking around. "SOPHIA!" Daryl shouted out as he looked around. He badly wanted to find that little blonde girl. No kid should be lost in the woods, especially in the world that humanity now lived in. Daryl looked around and listened for signs of something living coming towards him. Not hearing anything, Daryl went back up to the horse and climbed on before going back to follow the trail.

Hope that I can find Sophia today... Sophia needs Carol and Carol needs her. Daryl thought as the horse snorted and started to shy away from something. "Easy." Daryl said to the horse, not seeing the snake that was causing the horse to become uneasy. Suddenly the horse reared and Daryl couldn't hold on. Daryl toppled down into the ravine and impaled his side on one of his arrows.

"Mr. Dixon?" A small scared voice called out, causing Daryl to turn his head towards the sound. Standing there in shallows of the creek, in a small cave that roots of some trees created was Sophia.

"Sophia!" Daryl called out to her, pushing himself up into a sitting position. "Glad that we finally found ya." Daryl said before he looked around. "Do me a favor, grab a long stick and hand it to me. I gotta find my bow." Sophia nodded her head and grabbed the stick before handing it to Daryl. Daryl stuck the stick into the water and moved it around until he felt it hook on something. Pulling the stick up, Daryl sighed in relief and pain, relief at that he found Sophia and his bow while pain at the fact that his side felt like it was on fire.

"Mr. Dixon, your hurt." Sophia said softly as she noticed the arrow in his side. Daryl looked at her and shrugged.

"I'll be okay Phia. Climb up the ravine side. There should be a black horse there. Stay right next to that horse until I get up there." Daryl told her before the blonde preteen nodded her head and did as told. Daryl soon followed her up, at a much slower pace than Sophia who scrambled up the side of the ravine. Once he was up there he looked at the arrow in his side before groaning. He knew he couldn't go back to Beth with an arrow in his side.

"What do we do now?" Sophia asked Daryl as he cut the sleeves off of his shirt that he was wearing. Daryl looked at Sophia as he tied the sleeves together.

"I have to get the arrow out and then we need to get you to your momma." Daryl said as he pulled the arrow out, grunting in pain as he did so. Soon after he pulled the arrow out, Daryl took off his flannel and used it as a pad to stop the bleeding some. Tying the sleeves around him to hold the pad in place and to put pressure on the wound, Daryl looked at Sophia who was holding the doll Daryl found close to her. "It's okay Phia."

"But you're bleeding badly. What if a walker comes?" Sophia asked as Daryl looked at her, holding onto the horse that thankfully didn't bolt after throwing him. Daryl couldn't help but chuckle.

"Then you are going to take this horse and ride back to the farm. Tell Rick and the others what happened. I will follow you when I take care of the walkers." Daryl told Sophia as he helped her mount the horse and started walking towards the farm. He held the reins in one hand while holding his side with the other. They walked in silence towards the farm as Daryl thought of Beth.

"Mr. Dixon, I'm glad you found me." Sophia said after a few moments of quiet. Daryl looked up at her as they kept walking, his hand firmly planted against his side to add pressure to the wound to stop the bleeding while the other hand kept a firm grip on the reins.

"I'm glad to Sophia. Yer momma's been worried about you. A lot of us have been. You'll like the farm." Daryl said as the farm came into view. Daryl let Sophia take the reins and ride back to the others so he could walk back at his own pace. Carol's voice could be heard calling Sophia's name while four figures came running towards him.

"Shit Daryl…. Beth is not going to like seeing you like this." Rick said as he went to Daryl's side to help him. But sadly before he could, a gunshot rang out and Daryl fell to the ground. "NO!" Rick shouted towards the camp as he and Shane went to Daryl's side to help him up.

"Get the gun away from whoever shot me…" Daryl muttered as he fell unconscious. Daryl woke up a couple of hours later finding himself in a room with Beth sitting next to him and Kenzie laying on the bed next to his head.

"I'm glad you're finally awake." Beth said with a smile as she looked down at him as he looked up at her.

"Who shot me?" Daryl asked as he shifted so he was on his back. "Put Lil' Cherokee on my chest will ya? I want to hold her." Beth did as he asked, smiling as the infant smiled in her sleep.