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Song: Sia - Unstoppable.

~ Chapter 9 ~

Daryl sat in his tent. Morning was just beginning and he'd barely slept. His mind was too busy with thoughts of Violet. There was still a side of him that thought what was going on was wrong, that it was disgusting, but he couldn't deny it anymore. He really did care about her.

He didn't know what it was about her though. Normally, Merle would pressure him into one night stands and he'd had his fair share of birthday prostitutes from him. It made him feel sick and he felt disgusted with himself. Violet wasn't like that. She wasn't anything like that.

She could be a virgin for all he knows. Daryl groaned and buried his face into his hands. She probably was, she may be a tough person, but she was still innocent. Daryl sighed and rubbed his eyes.

He grabbed his crossbow and got up out of his tent. The sun was just rising and he knew everyone would still be asleep, a lot of them mourning over Dale's death. He made his way across the grass and over to the farmhouse. He silently walked inside, carefully shutting the door behind him.

He made his way up the stairs, treading carefully around the creaky floorboards. He stopped outside of Violet's room and he slowly pushed it open. She was curled up in a ball in the middle of the bed. The sheets were tangled around her limbs and her arm was hanging off the bed.

Daryl smirked, realizing she wasn't the type of person to stay in one spot whilst they slept. He walked over and hovered over her bed. She looked peaceful and content, like everything that had happened over the past few weeks, never happened.

He reached over and shook her. She didn't wake up, so he shook her a bit harder. Her eyes flew open and he clamped his hand over her mouth. Her eyes widened and she stared into his eyes. She reached up and moved his hand away.

"Is something wrong?" Her voice was croaky and her eyes were tired.

"No...I thought it would be a good time to start you self-defense lessons," He whispered and she rubbed her eyes and yawned.

"Okay," She threw back the sheet and Daryl stared down at her bare legs. She was just in her panties and a tank top. She must've been too tired to realize, because she got up out of the bed and walked over to the dresser. Daryl's mind was screaming at him to look away, but his eyes trailed after her. Her legs were slim and muscular. Her thighs looked firm and full and he felt his mouth water at the sight. Her ass was big and plump, and Daryl wanted to reached out and grab it. He felt himself tighten in his trousers and he quickly turned around and looked away and out of the window.

Violet put her hair up in a ponytail and then she slipped on a pair of jeans and put her boots on. She rubbed the dust out of her eyes and yawned again. She stretched out her arms and she winced in pain. The bandage was still wrapped around her shoulder and she could see the edge of the other bandage around her stomach, sticking out from the end of her tank top. She grabbed Daryl vest and she slipped it on.

"Daryl?"

"Yeah," He looked away from the window to see she was staring right at him.

"What's gonna' happen now with Randall?" She asked.

"I'm not sure, girl."

"I feel like everyone else will be easy to come around to the idea of letting him live, but Shane is the one that's stopping it all from happening," She explained.

"Are you afraid of him?" Daryl asked, stepping closer to her.

"When he hit me, terrified...I was terrified of him. Then when he attacked me in the woods, I was petrified," She admitted.

"Now?"

"I still am, but I know I've got you to protect me...and I've also got Beth to kick his ass," Violet smirked.

"I ain't gonna' let him hurt you like that, not again."

"Thank you," She whispered back and she walked towards him and kissed him on the cheek. "C'mon Jackie Chan, teach me some of your moves."

Daryl rolled his eyes and they made their way down the stairs, making sure not to wake anyone. Violet stopped when they got downstairs and she held up a finger, telling Daryl she won't be long. She made her way to the doorway where Beth was sleeping. She was curled up on her side, fast asleep. Violet smiled to herself and she leaned against the door frame.

"She gettin' better?" Daryl whispered and he appeared next to her.

"Yeah, I got her to laugh yesterday," She whispered back with a smile.

"C'mon, lets go," Daryl nodded behind him and Violet looked back at Beth one more time and then she followed after him.

They walked out of the house and walked off the porch. Daryl guided her across the field and in the opposite direction of the camp. They walked down the hill and she saw the lake up ahead. They stopped by the little wooden dock and she stared across the lake at the rising sun.

"Wow," Violet gasped, staring at the beautiful sight.

Daryl took off his crossbow and placed it down by the nearby log. She looked over at him and he stood up straight. He walked over and he held up both of his hands.

"What?" Violet asked.

"Punch my hand. I wanna' see how hard you can punch," He said.

"What if I hurt you," She cringed and he smirked.

"Girl, you ain't gonna' hurt me," He replied and she clenched her hands and took a step back. She swung her fist and missed his hand completely and she fell forwards, but Daryl caught her. "Okay, it's fair to say, you got a shit punch."

"Hey!" She squeaked.

"Give me your hand," He held out his and she placed hers in his rough palm. He curled her fingers up and she tucked her thumb underneath them and he shook his head. "Your thumb needs to be out, otherwise your gonna' break it," He untucked her thumb and placed it on the bottom part of her fingers. "You gotta' hit my hand with the flat bit of your fingers, it will be a solid punch."

Violet nodded her head and she took her hand from his, then did what Daryl had shown her. He held up his hands again and she focused on his palm. She swung her fist and hit his palm, he didn't even budge when it came in contact with her hand.

"Alright, incredible hulk," She muttered and he chuckled.

"That was good, but put more force into it, girl," He explained and she nodded.

"Okay," She said and then she did the same again, but put a lot of force into it.

"That was better," He replied. "Now, you ain't always gonna' be able to use your fists. Time for elbow work."

"Elbow?" Violet quizzed and Daryl reached out and pulled her into his body, crushing her arms against him.

"If you ever get into a tight situation like this. You ain't gonna' have time to swing your arm back and punch the fucker in the face. Using you elbow is more quick," He grabbed her elbow and he slowly brought it up to the side of his face. "Using all the power you have, just whack the fucker in the face with your elbow."

"I'm not gonna' do it to you," Violet replied.

"I'm not askin' you too. I'm just explainin' what to do," He said. "Also, if you get in this situation, just headbutt them in the nose."

"Okay," She whispered.

"You know you look good in my vest," He said and she smirked.

"Do I?"

"Yeah," He whispered and she moved her hands to rest on his chest. His arms tightened around her waist and she stared up at him.

Daryl lowered his gaze to her lips and her smile faded and her bottom lip pocked out a little. She grazed her tongue along her bottom lip, getting rid of the dryness. He looked back up into her eyes and she finally smiled her big smile and grabbed the side of his face and crashed her lips against his.

She pressed her midsection against his and pushed her tongue into his mouth. His fisted the back of her vest and she wiggled herself closer to him. He brought one of his hands up and buried it into her hair, tilting her head back, deepening the kiss.

Violet felt her whole body tingle in response. The butterfly feeling was back and she could feel her body heating up. She enjoyed the warmness of his tongue in her mouth and she moaned against his lips

Daryl's other hand, started to go underneath her tank top. His fingers rubbed against her bandage and she quickly pulled away and looked up at him.

"Daryl, I-"

"Well well well," Both of them turned to look over at Shane, who was leaning against the tree nearby. His arms were crossed and he had a smirk on his face. "I knew there was something going on."

They both stepped away from each other, but Daryl pushed her behind him. He narrowed his eyes at Shane, when he walked on over.

"What the fuck do you want!?" Daryl hissed.

"Well, I'd just woken up and thought I'd take a walk, then I saw you two," He looked Violet up and down and Daryl stepped fully in front of her.

"This isn't any of your business," Violet said.

"I'm sure Hershel would love to know what your doin' with the filthy redneck," Shane retorted.

"Hey! Don't talk to him like that!" Violet snapped and she moved to go around Daryl, but he looped his arm around her waist and pulled her into his side.

"You're such a dirty little man," Shane snickered. "She's like fifteen-"

"I'm nineteen actually and how about you keep your opinions to yourself, your the one that fucked your best friends wife!" Violet spat and Shane glared daggers at her.

"Go!" Daryl snapped and Shane rolled his eyes and walked off.

"Are you okay?" Violet asked.

"I'm fine," He replied, staring down at the ground.

"Don't listen to anything he says," She whispered.

"He's right, I'm a creep-"

"No! Don't say that!" She cried. "Don't listen to him...its not like that, for gods sake I'm nineteen I can make my own decisions. And I want this."

"You do?"

"I do."

...

They all stood around Dale's grave. Daryl was stood behind Andrea and Carol. Violet was near Beth and Patricia. Rick stepped forward and stared down at the grave.

"Dale could get under your skin. He sure got under mine. Because he wasn't afraid to say exactly what he thought, how he felt. That kind of honesty is rare and brave. Whenever I'd make a decision, I'd look at Dale, he'd be looking back at me with that look he had. We've all seen it one time or another. I couldn't always read him, but he could always read us. He saw people for who they are, he knew things about us, the truth. The way we really are, and in the end he was talking about how we all lost our humanity. He said this group is broken. The best way to honor him, is to unbreak it, set aside our differences, pull together, stop feeling sorry for ourselves, take control of our lives, our safety, our future. We're not broken, we're gonna' prove him wrong. From now on, we're gonna' do it his way, that is how we honor Dale."

Everyone nodded their heads and Violet blinked back her tears. She reached out and grabbed Patricia's hand and she looked over and smiled at her. Violet looked over and saw there was a flower growing by the tree nearby. She let go of Patricia's hand and walked past Dale's grave and crouched down and pulled it out of the ground. She walked back over and placed it down on the soil.

She got back to her feet and let her single tear fall. She walked away and back to Patricia and she grabbed her hand again. They all bowed their heads and embraced the silence, sending their prayers up to Dale.

...

Violet sat down in the bed of the blue truck. Rick, Shane, Hershel, Maggie, Beth and Daryl were right next to it, discussing Hershel's proposition. She leaned against the side and Daryl rested his back against the side. She flashed him a smile and he returned it.

"It will be tight, fourteen people in one house," Rick said.

"Don't worry about that," Hershel replied. "We should've moved you in a while ago."

"Alright lets move the vehicles and get them by the porch, facing the road..." Rick trailed off dictating everyone and Violet rested her chin in her hands. Shane kept looking over at her and she glared back at him.

She was tired of his crap and she just wanted to strangle him. She didn't understand what his problem was, if it was still about the incident with Carl, then she thought he was being ridiculous. Rick had managed to forgive her and Lori kind of had, but she wasn't on good terms with her yet again.

Carl came over, wearing Rick's hat and he smiled over at her and she returned it.

"You okay?" She asked.

"Can you help me carry my things?" He asked and she nodded her head and got out of the truck. She followed after Carl and over to the pile of his things.

She picked up his bags and Carl carried a small crate of food. They made their way across the grass and Violet felt a hot surge of pain shoot up her arm and she screamed, dropping the bags. She gripped her shoulder and she saw the blood seeping out of the bandage.

"Are you okay?" Carl panicked and she nodded her head. "I'll get Hershel."

"I'm fine," She muttered.

"No, your not," Carl put the crate down and ran back over to the camp. Violet pulled the bandage off and saw her stitches had torn. A lot of blood was splurging out and she pressed her hand against it and she clamped her eyes shut.

The blood was coming out fast and her body started to feel heavy. She stumbled forwards and collapsed to her knees.

Daryl was standing by the truck and he was watching everyone pack up their things. Rick was talking about what they were going to do with Randall, but he wasn't really paying attention. Hershel was talking about putting food and water in the basement.

Carl came racing over and he hunched over heaving for air. Rick looked over at him and he tried to speak, but his breaths were muffling his words.

"V-Violet," He panted and Daryl's eyes shot over in the direction of the farm house and he saw her fall to her knees.

"Violet!" Beth yelled running out the house and they all ran over. Hershel pushed everyone out of the way and he crouched down in front of her pale form.

"I just tore my stitches I'm fine," She muttered and Hershel removed her hand from her wound.

"It's not just that...If you'd just listened to me and rested this wouldn't have happened. Help her inside," Hershel looked at Rick and he got his feet and walked inside. Rick crouched down and helped her up. She swayed slightly and her legs went limp underneath her.

Rick scooped her up into his arms and walked inside. Daryl watched them go inside and he gritted his teeth, jealousy pulsing through his veins. Carol looked over at him and she smirked.

"Making it way too obvious," She snickered.

"What?"

"That you like her, and you know the fact that you gave her your vest is a bit of a giveaway," Carol explained.

"Whatever," He muttered.

...

"Now, Violet listen to me...rest," Hershel said, tying a knot on the bandage.

"Okay, sorry I didn't listen before," She replied.

"It's okay, but if you want it to heal properly you need to rest," Hershel got up from the bed and she shifted slightly.

"Don't you need help with moving everything?" She asked.

"We do, but we can manage without you sweetheart," He grabbed the medical supplies he'd used on her and he left the room. When the door shut she let her head fall against the pillow.

She tapped her fingers against her stomach and hummed a tune. She was already bored, this is why she wasn't a good patient. She looked around the room and sighed. She really wished TV's still worked. She loved to just kick back and relax, whilst watching the television.

The door creaked open and she looked over to see Rick poking his head around the door. She furrowed her eyebrows in confusion and he stepped inside.

"Violet," He nodded at her and she flashed him a smile. "We need to talk."

"We do?" She quizzed.

"Shane told me something," He said and he walked closer to the bed.

"About Daryl and I?" She asked.

"Yeah. I know we didn't start off on the right foot, and I know I'm not your dad, but Daryl's twice your age-"

"I'm nineteen," She reminded him.

"I know, that's my point you're nineteen," He rested his hands on his hips.

"Yeah, I'm nineteen. It's my choice not anyone else's," She explained.

"Have you had sex with him?"

"Rick!" She snapped.

"Answer the question," He spoke firmly and she rolled her eyes.

"No, we haven't. We only had our first kiss yesterday," She said. "Rick, I know you're our leader, but this isn't your decision. Its mine and I like Daryl."

"He treats you well?" He asked.

"He treats me fine. He's just Daryl, and I like him for who he is."

"Okay," He nodded his head. "I'm gonna' go now, they need my help downstairs, you get some rest."

Rick walked out of the room and shut the door behind him. She fell back down on the pillow and she shifted uncomfortably. She saw Daryl's vest on the bedside table. She could see the bloodstain on it and she frowned. She grabbed it and stared at the angel wings. She brushed her fingers against the wings and she smiled.

The door creaked open again and she looked over to see it was Shane. Her eyes widened and she sat up.

"Get out," She demanded.

"We need to talk," He said, shutting the door behind him.

"No, no we don't."

"I need you to help me with something," He explained and she raised an eyebrow at him.

"Help you, why would I help you," She laughed. "The last time I fell for something you said, you attacked me! Get out before I scream this damn farmhouse down!"

"Meet me by the shed Randall's being kept in, in about an hour. I need your help," He replied and she looked at the serious expression on his face.

"Fine," She whispered and then he left. She watched him leave and then she threw back the sheets. She got up off the bed and grabbed Daryl's vest, slipping it on. She made her way across the room and she slowly opened the door and poked her head around, checking that Shane was gone.

She needed to find Daryl.

Violet slowly walked down the corridor and she could hear them all moving around downstairs. She saw Daryl walk past the bottom of the stairs and she quickly sprinted down them and she followed after him. No one spotted her and Daryl went over to one of the doors and he paused, looking over at her.

"Sh!" She exclaimed and she opened the door, pushing him inside. She slammed the door shut behind her and he looked at her with a confused expression.

"Ya should be restin'," He said.

"I know, but Shane just came to see me," She explained.

"What did he say?" He asked, urgently.

"He told me to meet him by the shed Randall's being kept in, in about an hour."

"You ain't going!" He snapped.

"I wasn't planning on it," She replied. "I just thought you should know."

"I don't care."

"Daryl, don't do this," She said.

"I'm not doin' nothin'," He grumbled.

"Your letting Shane's words get to your head."

"You don't know shit, girl," He walked forwards and grabbed the door handle, but she placed her hands on his chest, pushing him back.

"You promised you wouldn't shut me out," She reminded him and he rolled his eyes. "Daryl, just tell me what's wrong, tell me how you feel?"

"How about you tell me how you feel, because there must be somethin' fucked up in your mind! I'm twice your age!"

"I know, what's your point?" She questioned.

"I'm just a filthy ass redneck!" He hissed.

"Stop!" She snapped. "Stop saying things like that!"

"It's true," He growled.

"No, its not Daryl," She gripped his shirt. "Look at me, Daryl look at me!" Daryl finally looked into her green eyes and she smiled at him. "It's my choice. I don't care what Shane thinks. It ain't wrong that I like you, but Daryl if you don't want this to carry on, just tell me and I'll be okay with that. I only care about what you want."

Violet searched his eyes for an answer and his hand slowly fell from the door handle. He rested his hands on either side of her head, and his fiery eyes burned into hers.

"I'm not asking for much...just show me how you feel, make a gesture. I don't care, but I wanna' know if we're on the same page, because for all we know we might not get tomorrow and I don't want to die tomorrow and not have the slightest clue about what's going on between us."

Violet flashed him a weak smile and she lowered her eyes from his. They were both still close, his body still up against hers. Violet stared down at the floor and she sighed.

She felt Daryl grab her chin and he lifted her head up to look at him. She stared up into his deep blue eyes and his eyes fluttered over her face. He lowered his head and pressed his lips against hers.

She immediately responded and she got on her tiptoes, giving her more height in the situation. Her lips were soft against his rough ones and she moaned into his mouth. Violet buried her hands into his hair and she tugged him closer to her body.

Daryl parted her legs with his leg and he rubbed his crotch up against her thigh. Daryl brought his lips away from hers and kissed a trail along her jawline. She wrapped locks of his hair around her fingers and Daryl nibbled on the skin of her neck and she moaned.

Violet felt him suck on the skin there and she fisted the neck of his shirt. Daryl's hand trailed to the bottom of her tank top. He pushed his hands underneath and he ran his hands along her flat stomach. The roughness of his hands made her shiver and she rolled her head back against the door.

He kissed his way up her neck and back to her lips. The kiss became heated and passionate. His warm tongue delved deeper into her mouth and she felt his knuckles brush against her bra. She felt a new sensation throb throughout her body and she stiffened.

Daryl pulled away from her lips and he stared into her eyes. He slowly pulled his hand out from underneath her top. She flashed him a weak smile and she felt his hot breath against her face.

"Girl...Violet are ya a virgin?" She nodded her head slowly and he smiled.

"Does that change things?" She whispered.

"No," He smirked. "I just don't wanna' rush into things."

"Okay," She breathed and he kissed her forehead.

"Go get some rest."

...

Violet stayed in bed for around an hour, then she got bored, and began pacing the room. She'd hummed every tune she could muster up and thought of everything possible. Most of her thoughts were about Daryl and how he'd almost shut her out, but now she was glad they were on the same page. Her other thoughts were about Shane. She wanted to know what he wanted, but she didn't know if she should go or not, whether it was safe.

Violet walked over to the window and pushed the netting to the side. Her eyes landed on Shane walking across the lawn and she bit her bottom lip, contemplating her next move. She sighed and grabbed her knife from the drawer and slipped it into her belt.

There was a knock at the door and she spun around to see it was Patricia. She smiled at her and she returned it. She was carrying a basket full of clothes and she placed it on top of the drawers.

"I've just washed some of your clothes. You need to stop rolling around in mud pits sweetheart," Patricia smirked.

"Sorry, sometimes I just can't help myself," Violet smiled.

"Hershel said you should be resting," Patricia reminded her.

"I know, but I'm very bored up here on my own. I might go for a walk," Violet explained.

"I don't think that's a good idea, honey."

"I won't be long and I'll be back in a couple of minutes, then I promise you I'll rest."

"Promise?"

"I promise," Violet hugged Patricia and then she made her way out of the room. She walked down the stairs and sneakily walked past everyone down there, not wanting to draw attention to herself. She slipped out of the side door and she saw Shane's fading figure, heading towards the shed Randall was in. She looked around, checking no one else was there and she followed after him.

Shane went inside and Violet walked out from around the shed and stayed by the door and listened carefully. She could hear Randall's muffled cries and she felt her heart ache for him. She looked through the crack in the door and saw Shane put the stool down and take a seat in front of Randall.

He stared back at him blankly and kept running his hand over his head. Violet realized he was thinking long and hard about something, then suddenly he began to hit the side of his head and he let out a yell, getting to his feet. He pulled out his gun and aimed it at Randall's head. Violet's eyes widened and she held a hand to her mouth.

Shane pulled his gun away and his head slowly turned around and he locked eyes with Violet. He marched over to the door and opened it, pulling her inside and slamming her against the door. She hissed out in pain and he looked down at her with possessed eyes.

"S-Shane," She stammered.

"We're gonna' take a little trip."

...

Shane gripped onto Violet's hair and clenched it in between his fingers. She tried to pry his hands off, but he continued to storm ahead, pushing Randall in front of him. She'd thought about screaming, but she knew that it would draw every walker nearby to them.

Shane's eyes were dead as a walkers eyes. She wasn't even sure if this was Shane anymore. Randall was crying, but it was muffled from the tape around his mouth. Violet looked at his wrist and saw they were all cut from the handcuffs.

Shane's hold tightened on her hair and she winced in pain. He spat venomous cursing words at her and he continued to drag her behind him. She kept stumbling about trying to keep up with his fast pace and she wondered for a second if he was going to kill her out here.

He pushed Randall too hard and he tripped over a log and fell flat on his stomach. Shane shoved Violet into one of the trees and her head smashed against it and she collapsed onto the floor. He pulled Randall up onto his knees and brought the blindfold away from his eyes.

"Sh, sh, sh," He said. "Hey, I get it. I'm probably the last face you wanna' see. I'm gonna' get this off for you, so you can breathe, but I want you to keep quiet. You listen good, you hear me," Shane looked over at Violet, who was holding onto the side of her head, but watching Shane's every move. He slowly took the tape off his mouth and continued to shush him. "Hey! Keep it quiet," He looked over Randall's shoulder, then back over at Violet. "Don't you dare move from that spot!" He hissed at her.

Violet nodded her head slowly and she ignored the new found pulse on the side of her head.

"Your group? Do you know where there at?" Shane asked.

"No, I don't-" Shane smacked the side of his head and Violet flinched at the sound.

"Listen, that's your only shot of getting out of these woods. Now, tell me where they are," Shane demanded.

"W-We had a camp set up on the highway," He stammered. "About five miles from here."

"Okay, okay," Shane said in a childish voice and Violet knew he'd officially lost it. "So, you gonna' take me to them?"

"Why?" Randall asked.

"Because man I'm done with this group, what they're doing I want no part in it," Shane explained.

"What about her?" Randall nodded over at Violet.

"She's just someone I've gotta' deal with," Shane replied, eyeing Violet up.

"You gonna' kill me?" Randall asked.

"Well if I was, you'd be dead," Shane pulled him up onto his feet. He pushed Randall ahead and then he marched back over to Violet, roughly pulling her to her feet. He clamped his fingers around her hair again and she tried to pull him off her, but he started walking ahead, pulling her behind him.

"Hey! No need to be so rough," Randall said as Shane pushed him once more. "We're on the same side now. Your gonna' like it with us. It gets a little crazy sometimes, but they're a tough bunch of guys. You'll fit in good."

"Stop struggling!" Shane spat at Violet and she glared at him.

"Sorry, I run my mouth sometimes, when I get nervous."

"It ain't all about you," Shane muttered and he clamped his other hand around Violet's wrist and pulled her into his side, roughly.

"Hey, I ain't saying it's all about me," Randall replied, then Shane threw Violet onto the ground and he ran forward taking Randall to the ground. He grabbed him around the neck and Violet got to her feet.

"Let him go!" She yelled and then she heard the sickening snap of his neck. Shane slowly got to his feet and Violet started walking backwards away from him.

"Come here," Shane whispered and Violet shook her head.

She suddenly took off in a sprint and Shane chased after her. He caught up with her within seconds and he tackled her to the ground. He punched her hard in the face and grabbed her neck. Violet began to choke and she pushed at his hands, but he wouldn't let go of her. She thrashed her body underneath him and he let go, punching her in the face once more and then her head rolled to the side and her eyes fell shut.

...

Daryl flung open the door to the shed. T-Dog had run over screaming the Randall was gone. Rick stepped inside and saw the empty spot where Randall was meant to be and everyone looked around frantically.

"What's wrong?" Maggie ran over with everyone behind her.

"Randall's gone," Glenn replied.

Daryl looked around and he couldn't see Violet anywhere. He looked back up at her bedroom window, but the curtains were closed. He looked over at Patricia and saw she was rubbing her forehead and looking around, panic in her eyes.

"The cuffs are still hooked," Rick said, stepping out of the shed. "He must've slipped them."

"Is that possible?" Carol asked.

"It is if you've got nothing to lose," Andrea said.

"The door was secure form the outside," Hershel explained.

"Where's Violet?" Beth asked.

"She's resting upstairs," Hershel assured her, but Patricia shook her head and Daryl narrowed his eyes at her.

"Where is she?" Daryl growled.

"She said she was bored. She said she was just going for a walk," Patricia panicked.

"You don't think she would've let him go?" Andrea suggested.

"No!" Daryl snapped.

"Violet wouldn't do that," Maggie said.

"Rick!" Shane yelled. "Rick!"

"What happened?" Lori asked and Shane marched on over.

"He's armed! He's got my gun!" Shane yelled.

"Are you okay?" Carl asked.

"I'm fine! The bastard took off into the woods, came up on me out of nowhere and hit me in the face. He's got Violet!" Shane hollered and Daryl's eyes widened.

"Hershel, T-Dog get everyone back in the house!" Rick ordered. "Glenn, Daryl come with us."

Daryl loaded up his crossbow. Anger pulsing through his veins. He knew he shouldn't have let her out of his sight.

"T-Dog, I'm gonna' need that gun," Shane demanded.

"Let him go, that was the plan wasn't it?" Carol explained.

"He's got Violet!" Daryl snapped.

"He's running around with a gun and Violet!" Rick hissed. "Get everyone back in the house."

Daryl walked after Rick, Shane and Glenn. His eyes burning a hole in Shane's. They patrolled into the woods with Shane leading them.

"I saw him run up into the trees over there with her, before he knocked me out," Shane explained.

"He couldn't have gotten' far," Rick said. "Can you track him?"

"No, I don't see nothing, but walker tracks," Daryl replied, trying to search the ground for tracks, which could resemble Violet's.

"There ain't no use in tracking. He went that way!" Shane exclaimed. "Let's pair up and spread out. Chase him down."

"The kid ways about 25 soaking wet. Ya tryin' to tell us he got the jump on you?" Daryl questioned.

"You and Glenn head over there to the right," Rick dictated. "And we'll take the left."

Daryl nodded his head and he and Glenn walked off. Daryl kept his eyes peeled and he looked around for any sign of her. They paused and Glenn looked around.

"Daryl," Glenn nudged his arm and pointed towards one of the trees. "Is that blood?"

Daryl crouched down by the tree and reached out and touched the fresh blood. He rubbed it against his fingers and looked around.

"It's fresh," He grumbled.

"Violet's blood?" Glenn asked.

"I dunno'," Daryl replied. "Let's keep on going."

They continued to walk through the trees and Glenn stayed behind him. Daryl's mind was focused on Violet. He wanted to know what had actually happened. He was hoping that he didn't find her dead. He just didn't want that, because he cared about her.

They walked carefully through the leaves. They could hear the nightlife ringing in their ears and distant groaning sounds, which didn't settle Daryl's worrying mind.

"Give me a light," Daryl held out his arm and Glenn passed it to him, and he flicked it on. "C'mon," They walked through some more of the trees and Daryl shined the torch around.

Glenn looked around, a scared expression on his face. Daryl shined the torch on the blood on the tree.

"Somethin' went on here," Daryl said. "There's tracks there, someone went down."

"Violet, maybe Violet took Randall down?" Glenn suggested and Daryl narrowed his eyes at him. "It could be true."

"Had a little trouble," Daryl shined the torch on the rope, which had been used on Randall's wrists.

A twig snapped and they both ran behind the trees. Daryl held up his crossbow and Glenn's heavy breathing filled his ears. Daryl threw him the torch and then looked around the tree and saw the walker stumbling around in the fog.

The walker came at Glenn and he stumbled backwards. Daryl fired and arrow, but it missed and the walker, Randall, came forwards and Daryl pushed him back using his crossbow. Glenn pulled Randall off him and fell to the floor.

A knife flew into his head and Glenn's eyes widened. He quickly shoved Randall off him and looked over at the trees. Daryl's eyes widened and Violet came stumbling out of the trees. Blood was pouring from her face and her eye was swollen. He saw the finger marks around her neck and she was hunched over.

"Violet," Glenn whispered, getting to his feet. She tried to stand up straight, but her ribs cried out in pain and she collapsed onto her knees. They both ran over and crouched down in front of her.

"What happened?" Daryl asked and she looked up at him.

"Shane!" She hissed. "He dragged me and Randall out into the woods. H-He started dragging me around by my hair and he threw me into the tree. He wanted Randall to take him to his camp and Randall started to lead us there. Then Shane took him to the ground and snapped his neck...then h-he chased after me and started p-punching me in the face and then he strangled me, and then I passed out."

"I'm gonna' kill that motherfucker!" Daryl snapped and Violet reached out and grabbed his arm for support.

"Wait, Violet did you say he snapped his neck?" Glenn asked and she nodded his head, then they all looked over at Randall's body. "So, he didn't get bit."

"C'mon, let's get back," Daryl muttered and he helped Violet to her feet. She swayed slightly and Daryl slipped his crossbow onto his back and then scooped her up into his arms. "Ya okay?"

"I'm fine, now."