Hey guys, sorry I haven't posted a new chapter in a little while but I think you've all been patient enough so here is a new chapter for you.

I'm going to put the last few lines from the last chapter into this so we don't miss anything so please don't be confused! Enjoy!

"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.

"So… do you want me to kiss you?" Daryl asked with a sinful grin, moving slightly closer to the now trembling Carl.

Just as Carl was about to say something there was a harsh pounding at the door and a yell that sounded like his father. Suddenly Carl was brought back to reality and quickly jumped off of the bed.
Daryl pouted his lip a little and grunted in protest but just shrugged and walked to the door, Carl following behind him.

The pounding on the door was getting more desperate as they got closer to the door, Daryl stopped as he grabbed the handle and looked at Carl, their eyes meeting one last time before he opened the door.

It was Rick, he had a furious look on his face, "Daryl, have you seen C… Carl! Where have you been? We found Pete beaten pretty badly next to the gazebo."

Carl was about to say something but Daryl stepped in front of him and spoke up first, "That shithead was going to rape Carl, when I came back from my mission tonight I heard some yelling and then I found that piece of crap on top of him so I beat the piss outta him."

Rick got red in the face with rage, Carl was red in the face from embarrassment that Daryl would reveal so much but it didn't surprise him, Daryl rarely kept secrets from the group, especially his dad.

Carl saw his father reaching his hand to his side where his pistol rested and he grabbed his hand quickly, "Dad.. DAD! I'm fine, Daryl took care of him, he would be a fool to do anything again. Lets just leave it alone. I just…" Carl felt himself lose control of his body, his vision becoming hazed. He fell to the floor, blacking out.

"Carl! Carl!" Rick and Daryl both yelled, falling to their knees, Rick grabbing him up in his arms and looking to Daryl "Run ahead of me to the medic house and wake someone."

Daryl nodded and broke out in a sprint to the house. Once he got there he pounded on the house, when it wasn't answered right away he backed up and kicked the door in, "Hey! We need a medic, now!"

Denise was startled upstairs in her bed when she heard all the commotion downstairs. She shot out of bed, grabbed her robe and ran down the stairs, "What on earth is going on?" As she was speaking Rick ran in with Carl in his arms.
"It is the middle of the night, what the heck happened?" Denise was confused, seeing Carl beaten and unconscious.

"It was Pete, he attacked Carl when he was drunk and now he passed out, please tell me he'll be alright," Rick was shaking with anger and fear as he laid Carl on the hospital bed in the room.

Denise was shocked, Pete had done things like this before but only to his wife, "I think he might have a concussion, was he hit? Someone has to tell Deanna and Reg, this kind of thing can't go on anymore if he's losing control like this."

Rick looked to Daryl but Daryl shrugged, "I didn't see if he was hit but he's got bruises and was bleedin' bad when I cleaned him up."

"I think he will be alright, he just needs to rest for now. Rick why don't you go talk to Deanna and Reg," Denise said as she was hooking Carl up to a bag of fluids.

"After I lock that piece of shit up for what he did to my son," Rick stomped out of the house and ran in the direction he left Michonne with Pete.

"So… he'll be alright? He ain't gunna die?" Daryl asked, standing at a distance and staring at Carl concerned.

Denise looked over at Daryl and then at Carl, smiling a little but trying to keep it to herself, "Yes I believe so. I think he'll be fine. You can go home now. I'll let you know if anything changes."

Daryl was sad he was being told to go home but he didn't show it, or so he thought. He shrugged and grunted, "Whatever, as long as he's fine, I don't need ta know." With that he walked out of the house and looked around the town. It was still dark, he didn't feel like sleeping though, Carl was on his mind now.
He started walking and before he knew it he was back at his house. What happened to Carl tonight reminded him of when he was wondering with the Claimers group. He was going to leave the group that night but stayed nearby when he heard them hassling people. He tried to save Rick, Michonne and Carl. He remembered seeing Dan shoving Carl to the ground. It made his blood boil, all these assholes trying to rape Carl. Carl was so innocent and kind and understanding. Thinking about it just made Daryl more pissed off that he wanted to kick Pete's ass again.

Daryl opened his door and slammed the door behind him, walking now to the couch and laying down on it. He closed his eyes, not expecting that he'd be able to sleep but he ended up falling asleep.

Before he knew it there was a knock at the door which woke him with a start. He jumped up off the couch and ran to the door, opening it quickly. He narrowed his eyes slightly and grunted, "What do you want?" He asked with a sneer.

It was Aaron, he had another mission for Daryl, he had heard what happened and thought Daryl would need a day out to cool down and so that Rick, Deanna and Reg could figure out what to do with Pete while they were gone.

Daryl agreed, he didn't want to leave Carl when he didn't know if he was awake or not but they needed to go out and find new people to bring into the community.
They both left within the hour, Aaron in his car and Daryl on his motorcycle.

Daryl's bike made a loud roar as they left, waking Carl.
"Nnngh… my head hurts," Carl opened his eyes slightly, lifting his hand to feel his head. He opened his eyes fully when he felt a bandage on his head, "Wha-what's going on? Where am I?" He started to panic until he saw Denise.

"Don't worry, Carl. You're in the medic house, how are you feeling?" Denise walked over to feel his forehead and smiled at him.

"I'm fine, where is Daryl and my dad?" Carl asked quickly, taking the blanket off his lap, starting to get out of the bed.

Denise pushed him back onto the bed and put the blanket back on him, "Don't rush out of here just yet. You might have a concussion. You need some rest and this is the best place for it. Please stay for the next day or two."

Carl frowned, "But…" Before he could protest, Denise gave him some pain medicine and a drink of water, "Please take this and get some rest. I'll be back in a few minutes. I have to get something from upstairs."

Carl watched as she walked upstairs and heard a door close, just as he was about to take the IV out of his arm he heard the front door open, his eyes shot to the door, looking for Daryl but it was his father. He let out a small sigh, "Dad, I'm sorry."

Rick sat down on the chair next to the bed and scooted it closer so he could talk to him, "You have no reason to be sorry, Carl. I had a talk with Deanna and Reg. Pete has been doing this kind of thing to his wife for a long time it seems and last night was the last straw. He is being driven far away from this compound and left somewhere."

It came didn't come as a surprise to Carl that his father said something like this to him. He has seen his father do this kind of thing to people before.
"Dad, where is Daryl?" He asked quietly.

Before Rick could give an answer Denise came downstairs and walked over to Rick.
"Hello. Carl is doing just fine. He needs some rest though, if you wouldn't mind letting him get back to sleep."

Rick nodded and gave Carl a small pat on the head before heading out the door.

Later that night:

Denise had been awake for a long time now, waking up in the middle of the night to tend to Carl. She wasn't use to being the head of the medic house but since Pete was banished, it was now her job. She checked on Carl once more, he appeared to be asleep so she walked over to the couch and laid down, falling sleep almost instantly.

Carl peeked an eye open, glancing over at Denise. When he noticed that she was asleep, he pulled out his IV and quietly got out of the bed. It creaked a few times but Denise was a heavy sleeper, thank goodness.

He went out the back door, so he wouldn't wake her up or be seen by someone outside. No one had given him an answer where Daryl was all day so he would find out on his own.
Carl started looking at Daryl's house, looking in his windows but noticing no one was home. He went to Aaron's house to look in his garage window but both the car and Daryl's Motorcycle were gone. He realized that it was Daryl's motorcycle that he had heard this morning after all.
His heart sank a little, he sat down on the grass in front of Aaron's garage window and sighed. He wondered if Daryl was thinking about him too.

Well this chapter was kind of uneventful BUT I will make another one soon, maybe even tonight! I'm off work for three days after tomorrow so I'll hopefully be able to continue our little love story then.
Thanks for reading!