Into The Woods Chapter 5, a walking dead fanfic

AN: Hello dear readers here is another Daryl and Oc story Co - Written with Kit – cat99 read her story "One Of These Days".

Summary: On the hunt for Sophia, Daryl gets gravely injured. Almost certain he was screwed; he gets a surprise in the form of an old friend.

Into The Woods

Chapter 5

Song – Break Me Down – By Red

A long day alone, emptiness is so real
Never having peace of mind
Running from what I can't sing
And there is nowhere left to hide
Turn and face these empty lies
All alone, heart unturned, trying to find

Break me down, replace this fear inside
Take this nothingness from me
I want to fight, I want to shine
I want to rise, break me down

I try to find myself
I find the stranger trapped inside
And I'll take one more step away
From the face I used to recognize
Familiar shadows closing in
Suffocating fear descends
You killed a life, uncovered eyes

Daryl laid in his tent, hands under his head, just staring up at the peak in the ceiling. He knew that Aleigh was going to share a tent with Sophia but that didn't stop him from wanting her in his tent. He sighed, thinking about the previous night and her lips working around his cock. Couple that with thinking about all their other times together over the course of the day and Daryl was amazed, that he hadn't been constantly hard the whole time.

His control astounded him sometimes.

He was almost on the verge of pushing his pants down to take care of business because being alone and thinking was a bad mix. The zipper on his tent suddenly opened and he quickly sat up, reaching for his crossbow until the mess of red hair made its way inside, followed by the rest of Aleigh's body.

"Kid asleep?" Daryl whispered roughly.

"Yep...fast asleep." Aleigh replied, zipping the tent back up and getting on her knees to crawl over to him. She pushed his hand away from the crossbow and swung her leg across his lap before kissing him. She had of course kissed him earlier but it still felt like a while. She shifted her hips to rub against his hard length. Aleigh made Daryl lie down after she got his shirt off him then leaned over and kissed at his scars, their locations memorized long ago.

Daryl's hand caught at her hair, twisting the strands absently as he watched her in the darkness of the tent. He didn't dare turn on the small lantern he owned, knowing the light would cast shadows. He didn't care if the others knew what they did but he didn't feel like giving off a shadow play either. He gave a tug on her hair then sat up enough to help her remove her vest.

"I think I owe you a ride, cowboy." Aleigh whispered hotly in his ear. "Might need to skip the foreplay this time."

"No arguments here." Daryl ground out. He pushed Aleigh down to her back then reached down and tugged at the shorts she still slept in. She'd have to wear something else sooner or later; it would be too cold soon enough. But that wasn't the issue now; the issue was that they weren't touching enough.

He groaned happily at the sight of no bra or panties. His naughty girl definitely had this planned out. He caught her lips back in a fierce kiss as her hands impatiently pushed at his pants. She didn't care how far down they went, just so long as the important parts were free.

She wrapped her hand around him and gave a light squeeze before pulling carefully. She lifted her hips, her wet centre brushing the head enticingly.

"Now, Daryl." Aleigh groaned quietly but firmly. "Need you now."

Not being one to deny a woman's plea, Daryl grunted and shoved forward. They stayed still for a moment, adjusting and sighing at the relief of finally being reconnected. He watched her face, her eyelids fluttering, her parted lips taking in air in pants. She wiggled beneath him, wanting him to move. He placed a large hand flat on her hip and held her down.

"How many there been since me?" Daryl asked carefully, knowing she'd understand just what he was getting at.

"Just, one." Aleigh whimpered, trying to move still. "Made me miss you even more, no where near as good as you. Please Daryl."

He cocked an eyebrow, slightly surprised at the fact that Aleigh had admitted to missing him. She didn't make any signs of having even noticed. He pulled back slowly, gaining a sigh from the fidgeting woman. Eyes still on her face, Daryl shoved his hips back forward, impaling her once more in a way that made her nearly moan loudly. He missed the days of her screams but knew that it wouldn't be in their best interest to make so much noise.

So he moved slowly but hard. Pushing in all the way and retracting in slow even thrusts. Aleigh arched her back, arms looping behind Daryl's neck to pull him down. He went willingly but didn't kiss her as she hoped. Instead, he ducked his head down and took a pink nipple into his mouth. She gasped and a hand flew up to cover her mouth. Daryl looked an arm around her waist and held her securely before rolling, pulling her on top of him. He sat up, still inside her, mouth still sucking and teasing the nipple. The arm around her waist pulled, making her move.

"Fuck." Aleigh moaned softly, head tilting back. She lifted and fell faster than he had been thrusting. It was one of her favourite things, riding him. Being able to look down at him as she took his full hard length inside, ground her pelvis against him, muscles tightening and squeezing.

"Keep riding girl, you get the show tonight." Daryl whispered. It brought more action from the woman above him as she leaned back, removing her breast from his mouth. Her hands gripped onto his calves as she moved, rotating her hips and squeezing her inner muscles around him. He groaned, watching her breasts bouncing as her speed picked up. Daryl dropped a hand between them, fingers splaying out across her stomach as his thumb rubbed against her clit, teasing the bundle of nerves, bringing her up faster to make her crash down even harder.

He pulled her back to him when the signs were all there and pushed her mouth against his own as her orgasm hit, washing over her, making her cry out against his tongue, muffling the sound. He pulled her down as he lay down in order to thrust his hips upward into her. His mouth attached to her neck as his own peak hit and he spilled himself inside her with a grunt of satisfaction.

They were both now having the best sleep ever and Aleigh just wanted it to stay like this.

Until Lori ruined it.

"Aleigh I need to talk you" Lori demanded and sighing Aleigh hurriedly got dressed and got out of the tent, so she could talk to Lori.

"What's wrong?" Aleigh said annoyed.

"I need you to go after Rick, they should have been back hours ago" Lori said annoyed.

"Oh wait, so I'm not good enough to take care of a kid but I'm the first resort to going after an officer of the law?" Aleigh asked sarcastically. She crossed her arms and frowned. "Why can't your man toy go do it?"

"Somebody has to keep track of everyone else." Lori replied. "Rick and Shane are basically in charge. If both of them are gone..."

"Okay well there's a bunch of other people who can do this job." Aleigh remarked. "Why ask me?"

"If there are...people...holding them...a woman would likely throw them off." Lori explained, frowning. Aleigh could tell this was starting to bug her. Although from the looks of things, if a woman was really the only option for this, it was likely either Aleigh or Andrea and the blonde was more likely to freak out then be good at anything.

"It's a good thing I like those boys." Aleigh grumbled, turning back to the tent. "Daryl, keep an eye on Sophia. Maybe teach her to help you make new arrows, she's good with knives."

"Uh huh." Daryl grumbled, sounding to all the world like he was about to fall back asleep. Aleigh smirked, taking that as a good sign as she got her weapons. If he was unconscious, he'd kick up less of a fuss before he actually realized that she was gone.

As soon as Aleigh reached the town it was hell. Walkers were everywhere and so was a mean group of men shooting at Rick, Glenn and Hershel.

Aleigh began shooting at the walkers and at the group of men, she motioned for Rick and the others to fucking move it.

"Hurry up!" she yelled, twisting a sai into the head of a walker getting closer to her. Gun shots rang out from every direction it seemed and then a spot of white hot pain erupted on her shoulder. Aleigh stumbled back and quickly looked down, sighing in relief that it was just a gun shot wound and she didn't get bit.

"ALEIGH!" Rick's worried shout was the last vocal thing she heard over the sound of moaning walkers and engines firing up. Something grabbed at her and a heavy weight was knocked against her head.

This was not her day.

Rick watched horrified as the man dragged Aleigh into the SUV and tossed her into the boot like a ragdoll.

They couldn't follow the SUV, it had already driven away and they were fighting more walkers as they made their way towards them.

"Shit, Glenn, Hershel we have to get back to the farm and get Daryl NOW" Rick yelled and they dragged an unconscious Randall into the Cherokee and sped off.

Rick hoped Aleigh was alright.

While Aleigh had gone to get Rick and the others, Daryl was teaching Sophia how to fletch arrows she was quick to learn and eager to please and Daryl found himself getting close to Sophia.

"You carve the arrows like this Sophia" and Daryl showed her how to carve the arrows without cutting his fingers.

"Will you teach me how to hunt?" Sophia asked him hopefully.

Daryl felt strangely pleased that Sophia wanted him and Aleigh to teach her how to hunt.

"Sure kid whenever you want" Daryl said softly as Rick jumped out of the car along with Hershel and Glenn.

Daryl made his towards them along with Sophia, expecting to see Aleigh.

She wasn't there.

He pushed forward to the car and yanked open the back door. He looked down at the bloody back seat with the blindfolded boy in the back.

"Where is she!?" He roared as everyone hugged each other.

Rick pulled away from Lori. "Daryl…I'm sorry."

"Why the hell are ya sorry!? Where, the fuck is she!?"

Rick shook his head. "We were under fire. Saw her taking out some of the walkers that was around us as cover but there were quite a few of them. The place was crawling with walkers… She got distracted."

Daryl gulped down, feeling bile rise up into his throat. "Is she dead?" He felt his mouth dry out as he said it. He tried to keep swallowing and breathing to create saliva in his mouth but nothing was happening.

"No." Glenn said quickly, seeing the anger and panic building in the other man's stance. "No, one of the group that was attacking us took her; bashed her over the head while she was killing a walker. There's sixteen of them."

"And ya just left her!?" That's it. Everyone was dead. He and Sophia were going to kill everyone. He gripped Glenn's shirt, practically lifting him off the ground as his breath came out in angry gusts. "She went to fuckin get ya! How could ya just leave her!?"

"Daryl!" Rick tried to pry his hands from the kid, pushing him back. "We couldn't get to her in time but we are going to find her! That boy there," They looked at the blindfolded blood boy and he was pulled from the truck to be patched up. "He's part of that group. He'll tell us where they took her."

Daryl pushed Glenn away from him, nearly sending him to the ground. He was breathing hard, rubbing his face with his hands as he tried to process the idea of her being taken by a group of unknown men. He looked at where Hershel was taking the young man. "I question him." He growled. "Me not any of you."

"Take care of her, Midget." One of the men snarled as Aleigh was tossed into a room with another woman. The red head groaned in pain when her shoulder hit the ground roughly, effectively bringing her back to consciousness. The door slammed shut and Aleigh opened her eyes to take in her surroundings. A pale woman moved over to her with bandages. Aleigh frowned at the sight of bruises and scraps over the other woman's body.

"They call you Midget?" She asked, sitting up.

"Yeah." The woman replied shortly. She peeled aside Aleigh's shirt and looked at the bullet wound. "I think it went all the way through."

"Oh joy." Aleigh muttered. She didn't watch as she was patched up to the best of this woman's ability. Instead, she looked around, taking an inventory of the room. There wasn't much, a couple of cots, a chair, and a first aid kit. Not really anything she could use. She checked herself over and frowned, all her weapon gone. Her gun, her sais, even her knife that she kept hidden in her boot.

She didn't even feel this naked when she actually was naked.

"I'm Tanya." The woman spoke softly, obviously getting uncomfortable in the silence.

"Aleigh." Aleigh kept her voice soft, not wanting to cause anymore stress to this woman. God knew how long she had been there. Aleigh needed to make a plan and she needed to make it fast. When Tanya sat back, the red head darted her green eyes over to her and looked the other woman over carefully. "Tanya...we're going to get out of here."

"Nobody ever does." Tanya muttered.

"Well I ain't just a nobody." Aleigh assured her, grinning. "I know a guy who ain't gonna be any too pleased with this. Them boys don't know what they've done. Just trust me, nobody's gonna hurt you anymore long as I'm here."

Almost as if on cue, the door swung open and a couple of large men stood there, guns in hand and sneers on their face.

"Alright Midget." One of them called. Tanya's eyes shot between the men and Aleigh then widened in surprised when the red head stood up.

"Whatever you lot are thinking of for her...ain't gonna happen." Aleigh stated firmly.

"Why? You gonna take her place?" One of the men asked. Aleigh tilted her head but made no reply. "Alright then, we'll take you." Both men grabbed her. Aleigh's initial plan had been to kick out when that happened but she was caught by surprise when their guns whacked her legs as they moved up. It stung as she realized the bases of the guns had pins in them.

The men locked the door behind them as they dragged Aleigh away. She didn't make it easy on them, even if they did hit her a few times along the way. She wasn't just going to lay down and take whatever they dealt out to her.

She was partially right. They strapped her to a chair in another room. Least there was no laying down here. The two men left, leaving her alone with a man that was already in the room.

"Those men with you took one of us." He started off, standing up from his own chair. "Where'd they go?" Aleigh tilted her head, eyebrow raising. The man sighed as he moved over to her. "I see we're going to be difficult. I can work with difficult." His hand shot out, the backs of his fingers smacking at the side of her face. "Now that felt good...you know what, second hand...don't say anything. I enjoy this."

Aleigh kept her mouth shut tight as his hand slapped her face again. She didn't say anything when he put a hand on her shot shoulder and leaned into it, causing pain to erupt through her system. She squeezed her eyes shut, gritting her teeth to combat the pain. Something cold touched her neck and she knew without looking that he had a knife out.

"I really do love it when they don't cooperate." The man whispered. "It gives me such a thrill when I get to do this." He dragged the knife down and Aleigh heard the noise of her shirt ripping. She could feel her blood trailing free from the cut. She held her breath, hoping maybe to knock herself out. "I especially love it...when I get my hands...on a woman." The knife continued it rip apart her shirt, no longer going through her skin at least. "They're all...soft curves and warm skin."

"Pig." Aleigh mumbled as she felt cold air hit her stomach.

"Well oink, oink sweetheart." The man laughed. The tip of the blade moved down, resting at Aleigh's belly button. She didn't like this, didn't like where the knife sat. She made the stupid move of trying to squirm away. A hiss of pain passed her clenched lips as she moved wrong and the knife cut into the side of the small concave of flesh. The man laughed more and moved the weapon away.

Aleigh opened her eyes and glanced down. She felt sick when she realized the knife he had was actually one of her sais. It was like insult to injury. Somehow she felt a little betrayed but pushed the feeling away to replace it with nausea as he sliced through her jeans with the sharp instrument. By the end, the jeans might as well have been a skirt and her legs were coated in blood from the small cuts that the man's slashing had produced.

"Do I get to continue my fun? Please don't say anything, I want to keep up this fun." The man spoke in a pleasant tone that sent a shiver down Aleigh's back. He put the tip of the sais on her leg and Aleigh glanced down, the mark Daryl had left from their first night reunited still resided just under the sharp point. "Maybe we can get you more active."

"Go to hell." Aleigh ground out.

"I think I might have a little more fun with the Midget." The man muttered, sounding bored. Aleigh's eyes widened and she struggled against her bonds. "Aww, how sweet, you've already formed a little bond of sisterhood with her, haven't you?"

"You and your sick creeps have done enough to her." Aleigh shot back. "How about you let her go and untie me and I'll give you a real damn show."

"Oh, we're feisty." The man spoke in an awed tone. He leaned down, applying pressure onto the sais and letting it sink into Aleigh's flesh. She hissed and squeezed her eyes shut, her struggles halting. He pushed it all the way until there was a dull thud of it hitting the chair beneath her thigh. "I'm going to enjoy breaking you. Piece...by...piece."

His footsteps moving away from her brought Aleigh to open her eyes again and stare at the sight of her once trusty weapon now lodged in her already bleeding leg. The sight, coupled with lack of eating, brought a wave of dizziness and nausea over the woman and she looked away, trying to even out her breathing.

"Stay awake Princess...I got some more toys for us." The man called over.

"Think ya can take this farm!? Think ya can shoot and my boys!?" Daryl yelled as he punched the bandaged and bloody boy in the shed and the farm. "Think ya'll can take my girl!"

He'd asked the boy about the things that Rick and Shane needed to know first, hitting him to get and answers that the young man wouldn't give. He knew he needed to get those out of the way first: How many men? What weapons? Women? Children? He needed him conscious and there was no guarantee that he would be once he questioned him about his woman.

Aleigh would kill them all…if she was able to. She was, after all, just a woman; a strong, wild woman…but a beautiful woman. He knew all too well what men like this would do with a woman like her; something that he was infinitely reminded of when Randall chocked out the story about the two teenage girls in the woods. His jaw tightened and he planted his firm fist clean into the side of the boy's face, blood pouring from his eye.

"The woman: Aleigh. Where'd they take her?" He ground out, grabbing the man's face to make him look at him. His fingers were already bloody and dirty from hitting the kid, smearing his own blood across his broken skin.

"Man I don't know anything about a woman!" Randall chocked. Daryl went to raise his fist again. "OKAY! Okay man! Um…a woman…"

"Yeah, the woman yer boys took from town!" Daryl shouted. Randall seemed to think about it for a moment, his swollen bottom lip trembling. Daryl narrowed his eyes and pushed the knuckles of his other hand into the scab on his leg, causing him to scream out at the intense, piercing pain. "Talk boy!"

"The woman…" He gasped out.

"Aleigh." Daryl growled menacingly.

"Aleigh." Randall corrected himself quickly, fear in his voice. He looked around before looking back at where Daryl's angry hard face had gotten right into his. "She pretty?" he asked.

Daryl sucked in a harsh breath before slamming the boy's head into the wall behind him. He knew that it was a bad move. He didn't want to knock this little fucker unconscious when he didn't have the answers that he needed. All the same he couldn't hold the anger back. It was anger and the group, anger at himself and anger at her.

"Okay! Um…there's a place…a small house in the woods. They wouldn't take her back to the rest of the camp." He glanced at Daryl whose jaw was working back and forth, teeth grinding together perilously slow. "Wouldn't want the women and kids to see what they'll do to her."

Daryl could feel his heart pounding in his chest as he thought about the way that he had found her, raped, half dead, half closed off, rimmed in silence. "Where?" He forced out.

Randall fumbled for words and the location in his head as Daryl pulled his knife and started to slid it under the scab on the outside of his knee. "There's a mile marker off the highway! 48! About four miles into the woods there's a house out there! That's where they would take her!"

Randall squeezed his eyes shut and he saw Daryl raise the knife and his thick muscles prepare the stab down. Daryl roared as he thrust the knife down into the ground mere millimetres from the man's leg. He grabbed his face and squeezed hard, feeling like he could pop the boys head off with his hands. "They touched her…yer dead."

"Dude you can't blame me for that! I didn't take her." He knew what these men would do to a young woman with no one around; knew that it had probably already happened. "I aint like them! I wouldn't have touched her."

Daryl stood and looked down at Randall, pacing hard as he worked through everything that could have happened…everything that was going to happen. The absolute horror he was going to unleash. He couldn't hold it in.

Aleigh did get untied.

Sadly, it was just to end up chained with her hands behind her back to the wall. She had to stand, the peg in the wall was too high up. If she sat or knelt, her arms would be forced into an awkward and likely painful angle. Her legs barely held her up after the slashing and the fact that she had a sais sticking in one for a good ten minutes.

"What else can we do with you?" The man muttered thoughtfully, walking around in front of her. "You know, you're such a pretty thing. I bet all the boys chase you. Bet there's someone, or maybe two or three someones, in your group that you let between those legs of yours."

Aleigh just looked at him behind her hair. All she could taste was blood from biting her lip and the times he had smacked her. Her one eye was going red from a broken blood vessel, she could barely see through it.

"What do you suppose it takes to get in there anyways?" The man questioned curiously. He tapped the tip of the sais against her hip bone then dragged it downwards on an angle. By this point, Aleigh was just getting numb. She barely flinched, she just kept looking at him.

"Go ahead and try...I dare you." The red head challenged, frowning. The second he took a step towards her, her foot shot up and connected in between his legs. He dropped the sais and fell to his knees, clutching at his wounded manhood. Aleigh kicked her legs up, locking her ankles around his neck and with as much strength as she could muster, forced him to face plant into the floor. Her vision blurred drastically as she loosened her grip and fell for her knees, her arms yanking up backwards harshly.

"Now...that...wasn't nice." The man muttered, slowly getting up on his knees, blood dripping from his nose. "That was...very...not nice."

"That's the point." Aleigh muttered.

"Oh sweetie...you've just made things much MUCH worse for yourself." The man laughed slightly. He wiped away the blood under his nose and grinned. "You're going to wish for what I was doing earlier."

Aleigh just tilted her head back to look at him, her eyes holding only anger.

"I'm going with you." Rick declared, catching up on Daryl as the angry man made for the vehicles.

"Like hell you are." Daryl ground out.

"You don't know who's there, you can't handle a lot of people on your own if you're buy watching Aleigh." Rick pointed out. He matched the red neck's glare and held it. "Even you need back up."

"Let's go then." Daryl grumbled, ripping open the door of a truck. He was tempted to take the motorcycle but it was too loud and if Aleigh was too hurt, having her ride it wouldn't be nice for her. Rick got into the vehicle with the hunter and they speed off down the road, heading to save Aleigh.

"Are you going to be able to think clearly for this?" Rick asked carefully.

"Just focus on your own thinking and shooting, leave me to my own." Daryl replied darkly, twisting the wheel.

Aleigh was horrified when Tanya was dropped into the room. The other woman seemed safe enough at the moment, nothing looked different from the first time that they had seen each other but Aleigh didn't want to stop and think about the things she couldn't see.

"Thought I said to leave her alone." The red head growled, getting shakily to her feet.

"Well see...we want some information now." The man explained. "And...torturing you...just isn't getting that info."

"Not like she'd know anything to tell you." Aleigh mocked.

"No...but...us hurting her...will get you to tell us." The man chuckled happily as he moved for Tanya. "Now come on Midget, let's show our new friend how it's done."

"LEAVE HER ALONE!" Aleigh screamed, pulling on the chains. Her one shoulder rocked hazardously as it dislocated. She bit back her pain as she struggled to get free. "I'LL TELL YOU!"

"And I didn't even have to touch her." The man revelled in his victory as he turned back to his captive. "So let's hear it."

"There's...about...fifteen people." Aleigh muttered, closing her eyes and fighting back the urge to pass out. "Few more men then women. Couple of kids."

"Where?" The man asked. Aleigh listened to him moving closer. She stayed still, eyes closed; listening to the man move and what she assumed was Tanya shuffling across the floor.

"A farm." Aleigh explained softly. She held her breath when the footsteps stopped in front of her. They were loud, they were close. Outside, she could hear an engine but didn't pay any mind to it.

"Where?" The man asked again, growing irritated.

"It's...it's just..." Aleigh opened her eyes slowly, trying to think of something, anything to do. She didn't want to give away anything; she was being vague in what she was saying. But she couldn't give the exact location of the group. She lifted her head up, eyes peering up at the blurry figure of her tormentor. She could feel her head starting to dip, her legs shaking from the strength they had to use.

And just as she thought she'd have to make something up, give a phony location, the sounds of gun shots rang out and a voice yelling. The engine sound escalated and there were more yelling voices followed by a few thuds, almost as if something was getting run over.

"Those idiots." The man muttered, twirling the sais around his finger. "Hold that thought Princess; daddy will be right back to hear the rest." He walked away from Aleigh then paused by Tanya and tilts his head. "Oh...and in case you're thinking of doing something stupid...let's just use this as a bit of a reminder." He rammed the sais into Tanya's arm and she fell to the floor with a gasp and whimper of pain. Aleigh was back on one more adrenaline boost as she tried to escape the chain and help the other woman.

They were left alone; Tanya huddled on the floor, Aleigh fighting to get to her. The red head frowned and gave up on the chains, eyes darting around for anything useful but her vision was blurring so bad she could barely see anything.

"Tanya...Tanya you need to do something." Aleigh explained carefully. "You need to take the blade out of your arm then use it to try and get these chains off me."

"I...I don't know how!" Tanya muttered.

"It's okay...listen, I can talk you through it...but you need to do the first thing on your own." Aleigh instructed. Tanya looked at her arm and gripped the sais handle with a shaking hand. "Take it out...really fast, don't think about it."

"Okay." Tanya agreed, anxious and fearful. She closed her eyes and looked around. The yelp she gave was all the indication that Aleigh needed to get to know that had done the task.

"Good...good girl...now come over here." Aleigh ordered gently. There was shuffling again and then the slight pressure on her side as the other woman reached the red head.

Meanwhile, Daryl was slipping through the shadows. Crossbow at the ready. There was a trail of bodies behind him, some with circles in their head, others with slashed throats. None of them seemed what the hunter was looking for. While he knew he had to go fast, he couldn't bring himself to make a big scene.

Things sounded like they were dying down outside and he knew Rick was fine, the ex Sheriff could use his own any day.

"So you're the big fuss." A man suddenly had a gun pointed at Daryl as the red neck rounded a corner. Slowly, Daryl turned his eyes to the new threat and scanned over him. This was the one he wanted, if the sais sticking through his belt was anything to go by. Daryl wondered for a moment where the other one was but the thought was swept aside from the anger he felt.

"Hear you likely been hurting my girl." Daryl spoke lightly, seeming to get read for a simple conversation.

"The feisty little red head?" The man asked. Daryl grunted. "What does she see in you?"

"I'm just that damn good." Daryl mused, smirking as he let an arrow loose and watched the man stumble in surprise as it hit him in the chest. Daryl quickly grabbed at the man's wrist and pointed the gun away from himself as the finger closed on the trigger, letting out a shot. The hunter kicked up, hitting the arrow and pushing it deeper into the man's body.

"So...that's...where she gets it." The man muttered, almost thoughtfully as he fell to the floor.

"Yep...that's where she gets it." Daryl ground out. he bent down and took the sais from the man. "I'll be taking this." He moved forward, looking around for any sign of where Aleigh may be. A door flew open ahead of him and two figures stumbled out, holding onto each other. One he didn't recognize at all but the other was undoubtedly a very bloody version of his girl.

Tanya looked around then squeaked slightly, quickly lifting up the sais she held as if just brandishing it would keep any potential threat at bay.

"Easy woman, I ain't gonna hurt ya." Daryl snapped, moving over to them. He wasn't even close to being intimidated by the pale woman. "Aleigh?"

"You Dixon boys." Aleigh muttered with a slight laugh. "Always...showing up...at the right times." Her adrenaline wore out at that moment as she suddenly collapsed. Tanya struggled to keep a hold of her then sighed when Daryl grabbed the red head and lifted her up.

"Damn it woman, ya don't know how to stay outta trouble." The hunter grumbled. He shot a look at Tanya and contemplated what to do with her before nodding his head. "Come on you, about time we make ourselves scarce." He didn't even look to make sure Tanya followed him as he headed back outside to where Rick was waiting, the truck still running, the front end covered in blood.

I'm trying to find
Break me down replace this fear inside
Take this nothingness from me
I want to fight, I want to shine
I want to rise, break me down

Replace this fear inside
Take this nothingness from me
I want to fight, I want to shine
I want to rise, break me down

Break me down
I want to fight, I want to shine
I want to rise, break me down
Break me down

Break me