Feeling nothing but dread in a time of need was pointless. You have no time to feel anything when you needed to react quickly to save the one you cared for. I was the one that had to save us out of this, i was the one with the knife. Daryl, sure he had his fists. But a bullet with definitely faster than his hands just like a bullet was a lot quicker than my knife. How did i do this, how would i get the advantage?

Being scared was a feeling i was growing accustomed too. Lately, there wasn't a day in my life that i haven't felt even the tiniest bit scared, and today was defiantly no different. The birds chirped in the large trees around us, making the scene even more unsettling. I held my breath, trying to make my breathing calm and not shaky like it was now. It was hard to calm yourself down when you your whole body was near a panic attack. The knife in my boots warmed my skin, comforting me with its presence.

I was on my knees staring down at the long grass. It was almost tall enough to touch my shoulders. A cold shiver ran through my body and i jerked, the man circled me and tapped my shoulder with his gun. I felt Daryl go rigid next to me.

"No funny business." The man said in a deep haunting voice.

It was cold, and my clothes were wet from due. I couldn't help but shake. Daryl side glanced at me and i looked back. I tried to let him know with my eyes how sorry i was to get us in this mess. Like usual, he stared back blankly, unreadable.

One minute i was standing in the most beautiful place i have seen since all the happened,and now i was on my knees, wishing that i was being chased by Walkers than this. As if on cue, a few groans rumbled from the trees. We all glanced in the same direction.

They was still a while away, but we wasn't making an progress on what they wanted to do with us. "We should tie um and leave um for the Dead." The girl said and spat. She was really a vile women. I looked at the skinnier boy, his frame and stance showed me that he wasn't cut out for this life, like i was at the beginning. He was looking back at me, luckily. I wanted to plead to him with my eyes, if i could get through to anyone, it would be him. Even though he looked sorry, and his face told me that he wished he could help, he didn't. He looked away, down at his shoes.

"No." The man said and circled us again. "Jimmy, grab her. She's comin' with us."

Jimmy looked at the guy for a second before walking toward me. "Why?"

"Well, " he started and looked at me. "You need a lady friend, she's pretty enough."

Jimmy reached down to get hold of me, but stopped what he was doing when he heard what he said. "I don't want a lady friend."

The mans face looked calm and complex. "Everyone needs company." He stated.

"But-."

"Don't undermine me boy. Now you get her and we will go." He walked to him and whacked him on the back of the head before circling us again. The groans from the trees grew louder now.

Jimmy grabbed me and i went with him, hoping that if i listened nothing would happen to Daryl. I looked back at him now, and his face was twisted with anger. Please, Don't do anything stupid, i thought.

The anger in me almost boiled over. I could feel it bubbling in my blood, surfacing to my skin. I knew what he meant by lady friend, and i knew that it wasn't just for that lanky kid. I tried not to jump and attack, i knew that getting myself killed wouldn't help Beth none. She didn't take her eyes of me as she stood in front of that kid, her hands behind her back and the kid held her. I didn't need to look at her to know she was looking, i could feel those eyes looking at me anywhere. Even if it was dark, i could feel her stare. I swallowed and stayed put.

"Now, what to do wit ya." He said and pointed to gun at me.

The women kneeled down by my side. "Looks good enough to eat." She said in a low purr. It made a shiver run down my spine.

The man paced for a while, but the groans nearing from the trees was ever growing. It wouldn't be long now until they was here. I glanced at Beth, her eyes held the fear that i knew was in her heart, but her face held the anger that i knew was brewing in her gut. She clenched her hands into fists.

"We don't have time." The man groaned. "Urgh, whatever. We have nough to eat anyway." He raised his gun and pointed it at Daryl. He knew the shot would go soon, and he didn't want his last sight to be this disgusting man. So he looked at Beth, she bit her bottom lip, hard enough that i saw blood spill out. She then pulled on the man trying to get away from him and towards me. A million thoughts ran through my head, so many things that i wanted to say and do. But only one thing was clear in his head of mess, and that was that she was so beautiful.

I felt my heart jump into my throat as his raised the gun to point at Daryl. Everything seemed to stop. His eyes found mine, and the anger that was once there slipped away from his gaze as he looked at me. His face dropped and everything that was inside him was shown, his fear, his affection. I pulled on Jimmies grip, he pulled back lightly before letting his hands drop from mine. I was confused at what he had done that i didn't react at first.

But then, as my mind kicked back into gear i reached down into my boot grabbing the knife and ran at the man with the gun. I might have made a battle cry, because he looked away from Daryl and towards me but that didn't slow me down. I raised my knife, ready to hit.

I hit him full force, and the sound of my body hitting his wasn't pretty. I didn't knocked him down, but did make him move out of line as he fired the gun in Daryl's direction. I felt the wail break free in my throat and i stabbed the knife into his head. He looked shocked but almost immediately his expression dissipated into nothing. He was gone, and he wouldn't come back. I slowly stood and looked for Daryl where i last saw him in the grass, but he was gone. Instead he was on top of the other women.

From here, just looking it seemed as if they was just playing like children did. But when you heard the sound of her skull breaking you realised that it wasn't a game, that this was real. I shake my head clear and looked at Jimmy.

"Why'd you do that?" I asked, closing in on him. "Why'd you let me go?" I still didn't understand as to why he let me go.

He walked over to grab his bag and shrugged as he backed away towards the tree line. "The good ones deserve a chance." He said and then ran away, fleeing the scene before the walkers appeared.

It was insane how life happened. One second i was standing in the meadow, admiring the scene around me. Now i was a looking around the tall grass, studying the bodies at my feet. Daryl stood and raised his bloodied hand to my face and cupped my cheek. I didn't stop him, even though the girls blood on his hands would be on my face, i just needed his touch. "You okay?" He asked.

I nodded and closed my eyes. I took a breath and the air didn't feel as fresh or clear as it did earlier. "We should go before they show up." I said and pointed to the noise of the nearing Walkers.

He took off, without a second glance at what had happened here. I followed. We left the deer were it was.

Back at the house we both sat on the sofa for a long while. The hours ticked by, and the sun rose and began to fall again before either of us moved. I looked at him and noticed the huge blood stain on his left arm.

"Oh Daryl you're hurt." I said and rolled up his sleeve. He looked at the wound as if it surprised him.

"Didn' even feel it." He said. and then leaned back into the sofa.

I smiled and went away to retrieve a bowl of clean hot salted water and a two towels.

He was where i left him when i returned. I crouched down in front of him and began cleaning the wound gently, it was a graze from the bullet that would have killed him if i didn't push that guy. 2 cm to the right and it was have gone through his skin. He didn't even flinch as i rubbed the salt water on the wound. Me, i would have been crying in agony by now. I have never met a man as brave as Daryl, and i'm not on about how he handled pain, though that did count.

No, it was how he dealt with everything. With pain, loss and suffering. He somehow locked it away, and only brought it out if he wanted to. Today, he could have died, and still he stared at me then like he did right now. As if everything was fine and that tomorrow would be a better day.

After wrapping a towel around the wound, i stopped what i was doing and wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him into me. He didn't even hesitate before returning the hug. First placing his hands on my hips, and slowly wrapping them around my waist.

He smelled like Daryl, sweat, dirt and a hint of lavender. Probably from the bed sheets. He squeezed me back equally as tight.

"I don't know what i would do without you Daryl." I said, the words pouring from my mouth before i could stop them.

"You'd be fine." He said and relaxed a little out of the hug to look at me.

I shook my head and leaned my head on his shoulder. The stubble on his neck tickled my nose and i couldn't help but laugh.

He stared at me like i was insane. "What the world could be funny?" His face was full of amusement and confusion.

"Nothin'. You're stubble tickled."

He smiled and rubbed his neck self consciously. I took his hand away and held him for a moment. "It's okay, you should keep it. Stubble looks good on you Dixon."

I could see how much effort it took for him not to smile, but a little one escaped anyway. But sure enough his body tensed and moved away at my touch. He stood up, grabbing the dirty bowl and towels and walked away with them into the kitchen without further word.

I leaned back into the couch and rubbed my cold arms warm, trying to ignore the swarm of butterflies in my stomach.

Thanks for the great reviews again, im glad your all enjoying. I decided to stick with the short and sweet chapters, i just enjoy writing them that way, hope you don't mind haha.

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