Three chapters in one day-am I spoiling you? Well a little. Truth is, I was meant to go out tonight, but there are MAJOR riots in my city centre (google Birmingham UK Riots) so instead here I am, fanficing.

Notes:

I'm glad you like Matthew, I was worried he was coming across as whiny.

I will try to get to writing some POV from Harry if that's what you all want!

And more Daryl and T-Dog too (I can never get enough of writing from their POV)

Daryl cannot cope with weeping women-it was going to be T-Dog, seeing as he and Georgie have a bond, but then I just thought Daryl would be funnier as I could just imagine the poor man's face!

Sophie will be taken care of later on (NOT KILLED before you all have panic attacks)

I do need to write in more for poor Dale-I promise I will!

Anyway, enough rambling, enjoy the chapter.

T-Dog

Once Daryl was in the restaurant, T-Dog was able to see that the shot wasn't nearly as bad as it could be. Ben and Glenn were already in there, loading up guns ready for fight.

"What happened?" Ben stood up in shock.

"What does it look like ya dumb smuck." T-Dog was impressed, even with a bullet in him, Daryl was able to spit out insults. T-Dog sat Daryl on a table and examined the damage. The bullet didn't seem to have broken the skin at the front, which was good news. Ben sprung into action.

"Put pressure on his back T-Dog, stop the bleeding. If the bullet's still in there, we need to get it out. Glenn, get the first aid kit and something for Daryl to bite on. Get some wine or vinegar too."

"Wine? Get me a beer-ARRGH." Daryl was already fighting against T-Dog's hand on his shoulder, not that T-Dog could blame him. His wound was killing him, and he didn't have a bullet inside him.

"The wine isn't to drink idiot, it's to clean your wound." T-Dog looked up.

"Get the man both Glenn. This is going to hurt." He looked down at his hands, which were now covered in Daryl's blood. He looked at Ben, who was ripping up table clothes. The doors burst open, and Georgie flew in.

"Daryl?" She saw T-Dog pressing his hands to Daryl's shoulder, and ran to him. "T-Dog, your face..."

"Is fine." T-Dog shrugged off Georgie's hand. "Daryl's shoulder is pretty bad though." Georgie walked around so she was facing Daryl.

"You need anything there?" Daryl looked up and was about to say something, but Glenn rushed out of the kitchen, clutching beer, wine and a first aid box. Georgie pulled the top off the beer and passed it to Daryl who gulped it down. Ben was now stood next to T-Dog, strips of make shift bandages in hand.

"We need to get the bullet out. Else it will get infected and that'll make life really difficult. Hopefully it hasn't shattered." He leaned around to face Daryl. "Daryl. This is going to hurt like a bitch. Try to stay still." He dosed his hands and a pair of long tweezers in the wine. T-Dog saw Daryl brace himself and grab onto Georgie's hand. Georgie put her free hand on his good shoulder and nodded at Ben.

There was no hesitation from Ben, he unceremoniously shoved the tweezers in. Immediately, Daryl pulled away, cursing and swearing. T-Dog grabbed him around the neck and pulled him back, trying to hold him still. After what must have seemed an age to Daryl, Ben pulled out an ugly black lump of metal. He showed it to T-Dog.

"Do you think that's the whole thing?" T-Dog looked at it. He wanted it to be, he didn't want to hurt his friend anymore, but he didn't want to leave anything inside Daryl and risk infection. He frowned, and inspected the lump carefully.

"Yeah...yeah looks like it." Ben sighed in relief and poured wine over Daryl's back. Glenn started to dose some of the bandages in wine too, and passed them to Ben, who wrapped them around Daryl's shoulder. T-Dog patted Daryl on his good shoulder. Daryl was silent now, although his face was covered in sweat. He was still holding onto Georgie's hand, and Georgie was wiping his brow with a scrap of table cloth. Daryl said something to her, and she frowned at him. Before T-Dog could find out what was being exchanged, Georgie had let go Daryl's hand, and was moving towards the hallway. Daryl took another long gulp of beer and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand staring T-Dog in the face.

"Imma speak to those two boys, an then, imma go outside, and imma kill those bastards." T-Dog groaned.

"Are you plain stupid? You're injured, how you gonna shoot your bow? We don't even know where to shoot, we don't even know when to stop shooting. We don't know how many of them there are...is this your mission, to get yourself killed?" Daryl scowled.

"Ya can't tell me, that ya happy to let them fuckin..." he seemed to struggle for words to express how he felt about the unknown people lurking in the woods outside. "...those godless living geeks out there live? They will come fur us all. People like em, they don't quit. They will take the women, the children, all of us. If we don't get em now, we're dead." His face was up close to T-Dogs now, almost as if he was ready to fight. T-Dog saw Glenn and Ben make as if to move them apart, but he wasn't worried. He could read Daryl much easier now. If Daryl wanted to fight him, he would have moved back, to get more power behind his attack. He was just angry and agitated now. And something else, something that T-Dog hadn't seen in him for a while. He was afraid. But what of? Daryl never feared for his own safety.

"We need a plan Daryl." Glenn spoke nervously. Daryl scoffed and whirled away from T-Dog. Now that the bullet was out of his wound, he barely seemed to notice his arm. "We need a way to draw them out and have them in the open, where we can see them. Why let them pick us off one by one in the woods?" Daryl was pacing now, and was about to say something in return, when Georgie re-entered the room, followed by the two brothers. On sight of a seemingly fully recovered Daryl, Harry looked totally relieved, whilst Matthew looked apprehensive. Daryl beckoned the two over to him, and Georgie walked to T-Dog.

"Let's clean up your face whilst Daryl does his fatherly bit." T-Dog looked at her in surprise. She grinned. "Don't say you haven't noticed. Out of character I know. But it's kind of cute, don't you think? Well, for Daryl." She took a piece of table cloth that hadn't been wrapped around Daryl, and soaked it in wine. She gently dabbed at the cut on T-Dog cheek. It stung and he winced away. She smiled knowingly. "Maybe if I got Miao to tend to it, it wouldn't hurt so much," she suggested. T-Dog smiled sheepishly. "Hey, it's no secret. You two make eyes at each other all the time. It's nice." She put down the cloth and examined his cut, placing her hands on either side of his face and turning it to get a better look "It looks clean. But get Miao to check it from time to time." As she lowered her hands, T-Dog thought he caught sight of Daryl glaring at him angrily, but the look went so quickly that he knew he'd imagined it. After all Daryl always looked angry. Then it hit him.

"Daryl's afraid for those boys isn't he?" Glenn's head shot up at this idea, and Ben looked disbelieving. But Georgie nodded.

"Terrified. He actually cares about them, would you believe." She wrapped her arms around herself. "Lucky gits. If you're gonna have anyone looking out for you, why not Daryl." She turned to T-Dog. "They won't leave until we're all dead. If you still want me to be on the...well, I'm ready to step up now." She stared into his eyes, and T-Dog saw the fire that he had seen the first time he had seen her in the woods. He nodded at her, and the pair of them walked into the hallway.