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Song: Sia - Cheap Thrills.

~ Chapter 21 ~

"Violet!" Daryl stopped pushing her and Oscar ran over with Frank behind him. He climbed up the side of the wheelchair and hugged her. "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine," She whispered, then she kissed his head.

"This place is so cool!" He was lifted off her by Frank and he kissed her cheek, then ruffled her hair. "I just had my first bath in forever."

"Is the water hot?" She asked, and he nodded his head. "I can't wait for a shower."

Daryl began to push her down the corridor, and they left Frank and Oscar behind. They came out into a large reception where there were couches and stairs that led to a top floor. There was a massive opening to their left and she could see a canteen. She pointed over to it, and he pushed her over. She saw Carol and Beth eating some food at one of the tables, and when they saw them coming over they got to their feet and hugged her.

"How are you feeling?" Beth asked, and she took a seat.

"Better. I can't really feel my leg, but at least it's still there," She smiled at her and Beth flashed her a sad smile back. What's up with her? The thought flew from Violets mind when she saw someone sat at a table on the other side of the room. "That son of a…" She trailed off and she pushed at the wheels and rolled herself over. "Drew!" She bumped into his chair and he stood up quickly.

"What are you doing here?" He asked.

"I was about to ask you the same thing! Why didn't you tell me that this was your camp!?" She exclaimed. "I would've skipped away from the motel and sat down for a picnic with your leader!"

"Did you ever really give me a chance to explain?" He responded, and she closed her mouth. "What happened?" He nodded at her leg.

"Bear trap," She grumbled.

"You always were dopey," He said, and she glared up at him. "Your scary boyfriend is glaring daggers into my soul," Violet looked over her shoulder, and she saw Daryl sat at the table, doing exactly what Drew had said, and he didn't even try to pretend like he wasn't doing it when she found his eyes.

"You were a bit of a dick when he first met you," She turned back to him and he smiled. "That's not something to be proud of."

"Isn't he a bit old for you?" He questioned.

"He's going to be the father to my baby. I don't care," He glanced at her stomach, then back into her eyes.

"You're pregnant," She nodded. "Damn, does this mean I can't have you, because I was going to fight your guard dog to the death over you."

"I love Daryl," She said. "He's not a dog, so please stop calling him that."

"Okay," He smirked, and grabbed the handles on her wheelchair, then he pushed her back over towards Daryl. "Special delivery," He pushed her forward and Daryl quickly stopped the wheelchair from crashing into the table. "I hope you enjoy staying here," With that he left, and Daryl scowled at his fading form.

"He doesn't mean any harm," She said, and she placed her hand on his arm. "He just has not filter between his brain and mouth."

"Why are ya defendin' him!?" He snapped, and people turned their heads to look at them.

"Daryl c'mon, I'm not defending him. He's an ass, but he's only pulling your leg," He brushed her hand off his arm, then stood up and left. Violet sighed and followed after him. "Daryl!" She called out, but he disappeared down the corridor and her arms began to ache. "Daryl please come back!" She came to the end of the corridor, which split off into two, but she couldn't see any sign of him. She heard a deep male voice coming from somewhere off to her right, so she followed the sound.

The deep voice laughed, and when she turned the corner, the lights weren't on, so all she could see was the light from the lamp, which the voice was coming from. She ventured further down, and she saw the back of a man's head. He was sat on a couch, talking to someone sat opposite him. His voice seemed to puncture through her chest and she didn't know why, until she rolled closer and saw his reflection in the mirror on the wall.

Her breathing hitched in the back of her throat, and a small whimper came from her lips. He stopped talking and she frantically tried to turn herself around, but it all seemed useless. She heard him get to his feet, and his heavy boots padded closer. Violet cried out when she couldn't get the wheelchair to turn around. She took in a staggering breath and screamed.

"DARYL!"

…

Daryl stormed into the room he had been allocated to and slammed the door shut. He knew Violet didn't know where they were meant to be sleeping, so he could clear his head before he went back out to talk to her. He hated to admit, but he was jealous. The way Drew is with her, he hates it, because she seems to brush it off and let him talk to her in that way. If it was a woman talking to him in that way, he sure as hell knew that Violet wouldn't like that shit.

He sat down on the bed and buried his face into his hands. This was meant to be their fresh start, Hershel had spent most of the day talking with the leader here; his name was Craig, and he had agreed to give them all a trial, and then they were allowed to stay here. It all seemed too good to be true, but Daryl wasn't going to doubt this place, because Violet needed to stay here as long as possible, so she can safely have the baby.

Their baby.

Everyone else in the group was off exploring the base, and meeting new people. It was good for them all to have time apart from each other, because they never really had a choice but to stick close to one another. But, Daryl knew that if things went to shit here, they'd all come back together, and things would go back to how they normally were.

He stood up and grabbed his crossbow. He was going to go out hunting, he felt like hadn't done it in a while, but he knew it would give him a chance to clear his head. Daryl walked out of his room and put his crossbow on his back. A woman came racing out of one of the rooms and walked straight into him.

"Oh my!" She squeaked and her hands flew to her mouth. "I'm so sorry," This woman was around his age, and her face began to turn red when she saw him. "I didn't see you there."

"It's fine," He grunted.

"Are you new here?" She asked. "I'm Martha," She held out her hand, and he shook it quickly.

"Daryl," He muttered.

"Have you been shown around this place yet? I'd love to show you around," She bit her bottom lip, and looked up at him through her eyelashes. The fuck is she doing that for? Glenn came running up behind him.

"Have you seen this place!" He exclaimed with a massive smile on his face. "It's huge. We're actually going to be safe here. Hi, I'm Glenn."

"Martha," She greeted back, and she smiled up at Daryl. "So, can I give you a special tour?"

"What the fuck makes it so special?" He mumbled in annoyance.

"Because it's with me," Glenn laughed and Daryl narrowed his eyes at him.

"Martha you seem lovely, but Daryl here," He slammed his hand down on his shoulder. "Is taken."

"I don't care-"

"DARYL!" The scream tore its way through the base, and he recognized it in a heartbeat.

"Was that?" Glenn asked, and they both took off running.

They ran around the corner and Rick was making his way out of the infirmary. "Did you all hear that?" They both nodded, then they carried on in the direction of the screaming. It seemed to die down and they came to a part of the base, which wasn't lit, then they paused suddenly.

"Isn't that her wheelchair?" Glenn asked, and Daryl stepped forward and crouched down in front of it. He looked around, but he couldn't see anyone.

"Daryl, she can't walk. Do you know what this means?" Rick crouched down next to him and Daryl nodded his head.

"Someone must've taken her." Daryl looked over his shoulder to see that everyone from their group was there.

"We heard screaming," Maggie said. "Is that Violet's wheelchair?" He nodded his head.

"Where is she?" Frank stepped forward and Oscar was gripping his leg.

"I dunno', but she can't have gone far," Rick explained and he rubbed the scruff of his beard. "We can't do anything drastic-"

"Hell no!" Daryl snapped. "I'm leavin' right now. My girls out there and your tellin' me not ta do anythin' drastic! She's pregnant!"

"Daryl, I know," Rick placed a hand on his shoulder. "Hershel have you been talking a lot with the man in charge around here."

"I have," He spoke up. "He's a decent man. I'm thinking that we ask him if he keeps a record of who's staying here."

"Do you think it's someone we know?" Beth asked.

"I'm not sure Beth," Rick's tone was harsh when he spoke to her. "Just head back to the main building and relax. Let the adults decide what to do."

"Are you kidding me!" She hollered in rage. "She's my best friend I ain't going anywhere!"

"You've grown some balls whilst I was away," Andrea muttered and Beth glared at her.

"Daddy I can stay, right?" She looked at Hershel and he firmly nodded his head.

"Rick she won't do any harm. Violet's family to us, we're helping all we can," Hershel lent against the wall and Rick muttered something under his breath which no one could understand.

"I'm leavin'," Daryl grumbled in annoyance and he went to leave, but Rick grabbed his arm. "No! I'm going to find her. I'm not gonna' stand around pussy footin'!"

"Where's Michonne?" Carl asked.

"I haven't seen her about," Andrea said. "Maybe she followed them?"

"Maybe," Rick rubbed the back of his neck as he tried to think straight.

"I'm leavin-" Daryl stopped when he stepped in something wet and sticky.

"Is that blood?" Glenn asked and Daryl touched the fresh blood, then glanced down the corridor.

"What if something's happened to the baby?" Beth began to panic and Maggie grabbed her hand, giving it a squeeze. Frank walked into the small lit room where there was two couches and he saw something on the table that caught his eye. He picked up the lighter and he flipped it over. He slowly closed his eyes and gripped it tight, then he threw it at the wall, crying out.

"What's wrong?" Rick asked, stepping into the room.

"Rufus has got her."