Hey my loves. It's been like a week since I posted the last chapter and I have been busy with work and the holidays coming up but I have a few minutes to spare so I will post the new chapter for you tonight. I hope you all like it.
Warning: Slight lemon/ almost rape. Please take note that I don't want to harm these characters but this is the way I was thinking the story should go. It's not going to completely follow the real show storyline.
Enjoy!

Carl awoke to Judith crying. He rubbed his eyes and sat up to look around the room. He didn't remember how he got home after almost confessing to Daryl.
Carl just shook his head and let out a long, drawn-out sigh. He got up and out of bed at a slow pace, got dressed and proceeded downstairs where he saw Carol with Judith.
"Where is my dad?" Carl said with a stretch before sitting down at the table to have a piece of toast.

"Rick is probably out making his rounds, they want him to be the new 'sheriff' around here," You could hear the sarcasm in Carol's voice as she also rolled her eyes.

Carl acted like he didn't notice it and finished his toast, getting up quickly and running out the door. He hoped he could find the other kids around somewhere and maybe have some fun today.

Daryl was already awake, always early to rise out of bed, always restless. He saw Aaron walking towards him on the street.
"Daryl, we have a mission today. It's just going to be you and me. There is a horse outside the walls that I've been trying to get for some time, I wanted to see if you could help me with that," Aaron said with a wary smile, not knowing if he can completely trust Daryl with something like this yet but he would give him a chance.

"A horse?" Daryl asked, a little excitement in his voice. He realized how he sounded and cleared his throat before continuing, "Yeah, I guess I can help you with that." He said with a grunt and a shrug of his shoulders.

"Perfect we'll leave now. Follow me, we need to track him down before the walkers get him. There have been more and more walkers around here lately and I don't want something to happen to him." Aaron spoke quickly, walking and talking to Daryl. They both walked to their vehicles and drove to the gate, where Tara was on duty that day. She nodded at Daryl and opened the gate to let them out.

Carl was walking down the street, near the gate and spotted Daryl approaching it on his motorcycle, Aaron close behind with his car. Carl ducked behind a bush and watched as they both left, he felt a small sinking feeling in his stomach. It was always a gamble when someone left the gate, not knowing if they would come back.
"Please come back safe…" Carl whispered to himself as he saw Daryl's back disappear behind the gate as it closed behind him.

Carl could hear footsteps behind him so he turned around and saw Ron and Sam, "Hey Carl, what are you doing out here by the gate? Let's go play some games or read some comics," Ron said to him, waving his arm to invite him to his house.

It made him feel butterflies in his stomach when he heard those words. He never thought he'd ever hear someone asking him to play games ever again. This world seemed too far gone for things like this but he didn't complain. Carl ran towards them and nodded, "Yeah! Let's go!" He said eagerly.

*Time Lapse: 8pm*

Carl had stayed for dinner at the Anderson's house and played there all day with the boys. He had such a great time, he didn't realize what time it was.

"Carl, I think it's time that you go home so you don't worry your family," Mrs. Anderson spoke.

Carl looked at the clock and blushed, embarrassed that he let the time get away from him like that, "Sorry Mrs. Anderson, I didn't realize it had gotten dark out already. Thank you for letting me stay over," Carl said his goodbyes to the boys and to the woman before walking out the door.
Mr. Anderson was sitting in the dark on the porch, smoking and drinking. Ron had told him about his father, that he wasn't a nice person to be around and to ignore him and walking straight home. So that's what he did. He quickly walked down the steps and started towards his house, which was on the other side of the town.

"Where do you think you're going boy?" Mr. Anderson said with a slur of his words, obviously drunk.

Carl stiffened a little at the sound of the man's voice, he realized that he was walking behind him now, following him home. Carl tried to take a shortcut through the park, going past the gazebo now. He looked behind him and stopped when he didn't see the man following him anymore and sighed in relief. But when he turned back around to continue walking home, Mr. Anderson was standing right in front of him. He grabbed Carl by the neck and shoved him against the side of the gazebo, leaning his head alongside Carl's, "Are you ignoring me, boy? I don't like to be ignored," His breath reeked of cigarettes and booze.

Carl gasped at suddenly being slightly choked and shoved against a hard surface. He put his hands up to his neck and tried to pull the man's hand away but it was no use. A man in this condition cannot be reasoned with or moved by someone of Carl's stature. He could feel tears well up in his eyes, "Mr. Anderson…. Please let me go. I didn't mean to…. Ignore you… please," Carl begged.

The words just fueled the man's anger. His eyes widened with rage, "Shut up!" He yelled, letting go of Carl but only to punch him on the side of the face. The punch made Carl fall to the ground, he didn't move, it had knocked him out.

The man moved over Carl, grabbing his own belt off of his waist and wrapping it around Carl's hands, tying him to one of the gazebo's side boards, sitting him up as he did so.

Carl slowly opened his eyes, his vision was blurred from the hit. Before he could say anything the man put his hand through Carl's hair and gripped onto it hard, making Carl wince in pain.

"You have really long hair, like a woman. Let's see if you are one," The man grinned cynically and moved his free hand down Carl's chest to his crotch.

Carl's eyes shot opened, he started to tremble, feeling his hands were tied up hard which made struggling very painful. When he struggled the man gripped his hair even more, enjoying the pain Carl was in.

"Please, Mr. Anderson! Please let me go! D-don't touch me there, please! I won't tell anyone you did this just-…. AH!" Carl begged before the man took his free hand and slapped Carl across the face.

"If you don't shut your mouth, I will shut it for you. Got it?" The man gripped onto Carl's hair once more to get his point across. Carl just closed his eyes, nodding slightly in response, tears now wanting to well up in his eyes. He felt helpless for the first time in a long time. He couldn't save himself from this kind of foe.

The man continued groping Carl's body, from his chest to his lower region, sending chills down his spine. The man enjoyed the responses he was getting from the boy, he leaned his head in and licked Carl's neck, making Carl stiffen in response, trying to move away from it but being held in place by his hair.

Carl could hear something that sounded like someone running but he was trying to block out what was happening to him that he didn't realize that it was getting closer. He opened his eyes just in time to see Mr. Anderson getting kicked in the ribcage by Daryl. Daryl's face was full on rage, something Carl had never seen before. He was on top of Mr. Anderson, holding him by the collar and punching him until he was unconscious.

"D-Daryl! Daryl stop it! Stop!" Carl yelled, somehow his words reaching Daryl. He stopped and turned to look at Carl and then back at the man in his hands. He released him, dropping him without a care for his well-being.

Daryl crawled over to Carl and took out his knife, cutting the belt off of his wrists and then embracing him tight, "Man, kid. Are you alright? Christ, what a dickbag…" Was all he could get out.

Carl was completely embarrassed and red in the face, he was being molested by a….. man and Daryl had to come save him. He was useless. "I'll be alright Daryl.. you can let go of me now… I think I'll go home now." He didn't realize he was still trembling.

"I ain't gunna leave you like this, kid. You're coming with me," And with those words he picked up Carl and threw him over his shoulder, carrying him to his house.

Carl got even more red, not believing what was happening, "Put me down, Daryl! I can walk myself!"

"Stop talkin' shit. You're still shakin', I ain't gunna listen to you," Daryl sounded very protecting in his voice which made Carl get butterflies in his stomach.
They finally made it to Daryl's house, he opened the door and shut it behind him, still holding Carl over his shoulder. He climbed the stairs to the rooms, turned on the light and tossed Carl onto the bed. He then went into the bathroom and grabbed a first aid kit.

Daryl came back into the room and sat down on the bed, taking out a sanitizing wipe to clean the bruise on Carl's face from the punch, he had been hit so hard it had drawn blood, "Jeez, that shithead really did a number on you, I'll fucking kill him if he does this shit again."

Carl just kept his eyes to the floor, he probably looked horrible and worst of all, Daryl had to see him like this. "Really Daryl, I'm alright… I'm just going to go home…" He said, trying to stand up but Daryl quickly pulled him down onto the bed, pushing him onto his back.

"You ain't goin' anywhere, kid. Just stay still." Daryl finished cleaning up Carl's face and stared down at him, their eyes finally meeting for the first time since Carl told him about his dream.

"So tell me more about this dream you had," He was curious.

Carl's eyes widened and he quickly looked away again, "I already told you… you almost kissed me. That's it.." He blushed and closed his eyes.

Daryl smirked, noticing how embarrassed Carl was over his dream. He leaned over him, leaving his face just inches away from Carl's face.

Carl opened his eyes when he felt the weight on the bed shift and breathing on his face. He felt his heart skip a beat when he saw Daryl so close, he opened his mouth slightly but he couldn't speak, he was so surprised.

Well, I think I'll leave it at that. If you want more I need some reviews! I need to know what you think of my story. If I get at least 2 reviews I will continue. ;)