Beth's eyes were heavy as she struggled to wake up. She heard what sounded like a shower running and was confused. Was she dead? Did he catch her? She had tried so hard to escape. If she was dead then why did everything hurt so much?

Her eyes finally opened and she came to the realization she hadn't died. She looked around the small room she was in. It was mostly bare, filled with only the essential furniture. The only additional items in the room were a chair covered in clothes that was pushed into the corner and a crossbow hanging on the wall.

She suddenly realized that she had no idea where she was and started to panick. She tried to look out the small window to her left, but only saw dark trees and knew she wouldn't be able to see anything until morning. She wondered if someone was trying to kill her but that wouldn't explain the IV in her arm. She decided she was going to make a run for it, and quickly pulled IV out. She hissed at the pain, but the adrenaline soon took over.

Looking over her shoulder at the adjoining bathroom she silently cursed as she heard the water turn off. She pulled her legs over the bed and hopped down from the large bed, ready to run only to collapse on the floor. She cried out in pain and cradled her left calf. Her mind flashed back to gunshots and tears soaked out of her tightly shut eyes.

"Shit!" She heard someone yell and a man wearing only grey sweatpants hanging low on his hips rushed out of the bathroom. His long hair was still dripping from the shower and his chest glistened. He was incredibly fit, with large biceps and a six pack and small scars that littered the front of his body.

Beth quivered and tried to back away. She was afraid of what the man was going to do to her. His eyes widened and he put his hands up defensively.

"Hey, hey I ain't gonna hurt you. I ain't pussy enough to hurt a girl. Found you out in the woods passed out on a tree. I dunno what happened to you, but you're safe with me 'kay?"

Beth nodded, her eyebrows still furrowed together. It made sense what he was saying. Plus it would explain why she had been given medical care and wan't tied up to a chair somewhere. She began to stare at his chest, suddenly uncomfortable with him being half naked and even though she had to admit he had a nice body, she felt her cheeks start to get warm.

He followed her gaze down to his chest.

"Oh. Yeah I guess I'll just put on a shirt real fast."

Beth looked at him strangely as he walked backwards to his dresser, keeping eye contact with her the entire time. He broke contact to open a drawer and pull on a white wife beater tank. It was a bit tight on him and she could still see his muscles, but it was better than nothing and she couldn't exactly expect him to cover up completely in the hot Georgia summer.

He walked back over and started to reach towards her and Beth involuntarily flinched back.

"I need to move you. Unless you're gonna sleep on the floor, you're gonna hafta let me pick you up." His voice was gruff and Beth nodded, signaling her consent to him touching her.

He was surprisingly gentle as he lifted the light girl and before she knew it he had settled her down on the couch. He handed her the remote to the TV.

"Here, don't got many channels but you can see if there's something on. I gotta make a phone call."

She watched as he walked out of the room into the adjoining kitchen. She turned the TV onto a local news station but kept it low enough where she could hear the man's conversation. She knew it was bad to eavesdrop, but she barely even knew this man so she figured it was alright this time. She heard him talking to someone named Sasha. Maybe it was his girlfriend? She racked her mind but didn't remember ever knowing a Sasha. She listened back again. The man sounded mad and she heard him curse. She quickly pretended to be absorbed in the television as she heard him come back into the room. He handed her two pills and a glass of water.

"Here take these. Sasha said they would help with the pain."

Beth obeyed and gratefully swallowed the pills. She couldn't remember a time her body hurt this bad. She looked over as he sat down on the couch next to her and leaned back, relaxing. He sighed and while continueing to stare at the TV with her, started to talk.

"Can't get any help until tomorrow. Sasha's wasted so she can't come over. Hopefully she won't be too hungover tomorrow so she can come do her damn job. Guess you're stuck here in pain for another night." Beth turned to face him.

"Wait who's Sasha? And what do you mean another night? I just got here didn't I?" Daryl turned his head to meet her eyes.

"Darlin' you've been asleep for three days. And Sasha's the one who saved you. I found you and she fixed you up. Was supposed to call her and have her come check on you when you woke up, but I didn't plan on her getting drunk." Beth's mind began to wrap around the information she was given. Everything started to make sense.

"Wait, you want me to stay at your house? You could be a serial killer for all I know. I don't even know your name! I want to go home." Beth didn't mean for the tears to start building up, but everything was too much and she let them poor over.

"Don't cry. Ain't gonna kill you but I don't do tears. Name's Daryl Dixon. I'm sorry darling but it's not the best idea if you go home. I dunno who did this to you and my guess is they're gonna want to finish the job. I get it if you don't wanna tell me what happened, but you gotta remember that I don't know you either." Beth kept her head down. He was talking to her like a little kid. He had a point though, she was twenty years old. She needed to suck it up.

"Sorry. My name is Beth Greene." She took a deep breath as she met his eyes. "Thank you so much for saving my life. You could have just left me to die, but you didn't. I can't thank you enough." This time it was Daryl with the head down and she could have sworn she saw him blush a little.

"It was nothing," He mumbled.

"And you're right." She said. "I should probably tell you what happened, but I'm really tired right now and its a long story. I'll tell you tomorrow I promise." Her eyes got heavy as she fell asleep on the couch.

Daryl looked at the sleeping girl he barely even knew and sighed as he carried her to his bed. He knew the pills would make her sleepy, but he really wished he knew what happened to her. He went back to the couch and tried to get comfortable as thoughts and worries about a girl he barely even knew swarmed in his head.

Not sure I like the way turned out but it's a necessary chapter. Sorry if it's a little boring right now but it's going to start to pick up pretty soon :) You guys are amazing with the favs, follows, and reviews! Thanks a bunch! :)