"Hope is the only thing, stronger than fear." -President Snow (Hunger games Trilogy)

Destiny's POV:

Rick took in some outsider who had tried to kill Glenn and him, when they were on a run, I believe they said that the kids name was Randall?

It was an ongoing debate, on whether or not to kill him, or just drop him off somewhere, far away from here.

I was on Daryl's side, because I know that he knows this new world, a lot better than the rest of us. He has decided to side with Rick, in killing this guy.

Though the far too kind-hearted old man named Dale, he seems to believe that we shouldn't kill him, but Rick, Daryl and Shane are going to execute him, tonight.

I sat on the porch of the house, my wound still hurt like hell, but it was bare able, I was just waiting to hear the gunshot, but it never came.

Just as Daryl and the guys came back to the house, we heard something that made my blood run cold.

I was out of my seat and running head first, toward the anguished yell of Dale, even though running, was the worst idea for me right now.

I had my Knife raised and when I got there, there was a walker ripping open Dale. I was horrified for a second, but quickly recovered, stabbed the walker and shoved it off of Dale.

"Help! Get Hershel!" I screamed to Anyone, as I knelt beside this old guy, I may not know him, nor do I like him all that much but I know that he didn't deserve this awful death.

"They didn't kill him, they didn't kill the kid Dale." Andrea whimpered as she held his hand, trying to give him some form of peace and I moved away. I didn't belong here, I didn't know this guy, I wasn't all that close to anyone else in the group aside from Daryl and Rick, but I pitied Dale.

I didn't hear anything else that was said, but I did see Daryl step in front of Rick, silently telling him 'I got this'. "I'm sorry Brother." I had heard Daryl say to Dale, before he shot Dale In the head with his Crossbow.

I was upset that something had happened to Dale, I thought our farm was safe from these ugly Walkers, but obviously his death meant that we had gotten far too comfortable and needed to do something before we all slowly ended up dead?

Everyone who knew the guy was crying for their loss, I was crying partly because death is so horrible, but also because I knew the inner Torment that Daryl was going through and that Dale had died far too soon, but don't we all, especially in this world.

Daryl pulled the arrow out of Dale's head, wiped it off on hid pants and stalked off. I know that I should give him some space, but he did comfort me in my time of pain, it seems only right that I try to comfort him.

Daryl stood outside his tent and not even a minute after I arrived at his camp he had punched a tree. I sighed, a little nervous that he'd push me away, but I didn't let my nerves deter walked me.

I walked right up to him, grabbed his hands in mine and stared up at him, since he had a good six inches on Me. I knew words meant shit right now, because I couldn't really relate to this, nor could I resend to understand their loss, so hopefully he'd appreciate that I was just here to comfort him.

Not even a few seconds after his initial shock, he yanked his hand back and leaned against a tree with a deep frown on his face, he doesn't do well with emotion and it seems like his solution to loss it to cut everyone off and shiver them as far away as possible.

"What are ya doin' here, I don' need ya and I didn' ask ya to invade my space." He spoke coldly, raising an eyebrow at me and scoffing, obviously needing his space.

His southern accent heavy because of his emotions, but I knew that he was only lashing out at me, because he was hurt, it was his survival mechanism.

"I am returning a favor, you comforted me, now it's my turn." I smiled at him, despite his icy and standoff-ish behavior and he scoffed.

"As if I need yer comfortin', go play house, somewhere else, kid." He scoffed, with his arms crossed against his chest and I shook my head.

"Please Daryl, It's going to take a lot more than that to make me go away. I won't leave you alone after that-" I was explaining to him, as I walked up to him and stood in front of him, showing him that no matter what he did I was staying by his side.

When he pushed my back against the tree beside us, slammed his hands on either side of my head, pinning me against the tree with his stare and he was so close that I could see the pain in his eyes.

"Quit followin' me 'round like sum lost puppy, I already have 'nough issues. I don' need ta add yers ta and I ain't yer Dad, fix yer problems, 'fore ya try ta fix mine." He glared down at me and I frowned at him.

I wasn't going to lie, that hurt, I wanted to run back to my room and cry from that rather personal jab; but I wasn't about to leave Daryl and prove his point about everyone leaving him, no matter how much his words hurt.

Instead I raised my arms from my sides, he flinched expecting the worst, but I wrapped my arms around him and laid my head on his chest. I wouldn't ever hurt Daryl, he's a kind man that's been screwed over far too much in his life, he just needed someone that would believe in him and never let him down.

He tensed up and tried to push me away but I wouldn't budge. This is the one thing, that I am a pro at, I give the best hugs. At least that kid what Dylan always says and if my brother stays it, then it must be true.

Finally he just dropped his arms to the side and grunted. "I may not know you, or your story but I don't abandon people who are kind to me." I explained to him, I looked up while still hugging him.

"So please, let me help you Dare, I enjoy being around you... even though most of the time I am doing most of the talking, or that it's usually quiet. I know that there is a reason for you keeping your distance and not talking much." I told him as I stood on my tiptoes and kissed his cheek.

After my speech, he ended up ordering me to stay in his tent with him, because he claimed 'it would be to risky to head back to the house this late of Night'.

So, I was laying next to him, we were sharing his sleeping bag, but I used his chest as a pillow. I was having a hard time at keeping my hands where they are appropriate, because he was just too sexy.

"Why were ya cryin' earlier?" Daryl finally spoke and I smiled as I clenched and unclenched my hand over his heart.

"I was pissed that I hadn't gotten there sooner and saved poor Dale, no one deserves that Kind of end." I sighed and I felt him tense.

It was quiet again for a good five minutes before I decided to ask Daryl something that has been nagging at me for a while.

"So, why do you drive that motorcycle and why wear that vest? Does it hold some sort of special meaning?" I asked three questions and He just grunted.

"Yer a curious one, ain't ya?" He sighed and when I looked up at him, he had an eyebrow raised and was rubbing his forehead.

"The bike was my Brothers, Merle, he would've hated ta leave it anywhere, so I decided ta take care of it, till he comes back." He explained to me.

"Ya see, nobody can kill Merle except Merle, he is a tough son of a bitch." Daryl concluded and I nodded my head, sounds like my older Brother, Dylan.

"The vest, 'If I got rid of my demons, I'd lose my Angels', That is the only meaning behind the vest." He concluded and I smiled.

It might not seem like much, but that was a whole helluva lot of talking from Daryl.

"Thank you Dare, I fully expected you to not answer me, but you did and that means a lot coming from you, so... thank you." I told him and started to nod off.

"You should try to keep yer distance from me, I ain't a good guy." He scoffed and his breathing evened out.

We both fell asleep, knowing that we had opened up significantly to one another and could trust that either one of us, wouldn't say anything to anyone about this.