I didn't sleep much that night. The tile was cold and hard and despite the medication we gave him, the boy we rescued whimpered throughout the night. I sat on the far wall, leaning against it quietly. Rick said he'd take watch, while we slept, but it was not comforting enough for me to find rest.

The moans had moved off gradually through out the night. By daybreak not a single walker stood outside of the window or door. Rick roused the others and I stood, stretching. I walked over to the boy, checking his leg. It was nasty, but he may be able to walk again if Rick didn't do too much damage.

I grabbed him under his shoulders, joining the others at the door. In one swift movement, Rick opened the door, all of us filtering out ahead of him. Glenn and Hershel cleared the street while I helped the new kid, Randall was his name, to the car. We piled in on top of each other and Rick turned her over, immediately driving off.

We pulled up to the farm not long after. The group was gathered by one of the SUV's, packing them. When they heard our truck on the gravel they all looked up, I knew their plan was to go out looking for us.

Rick rode past, parking the truck a few feet away. I slid out from under Randall, hopping out through Glenn's door. There were footsteps in the dirt and Daryl rounded the car. He stopped in his tracks, looking at me quietly. He said nothing, taking long strides to me and scooping me up into his arms. I clung to him tightly, my arms wrapped around his neck.

"I was so worried about you!" His voice was muffled, his face buried in my neck. "What were you thinkin?!" He scolded me, pulling away.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry! Believe me it wont happen again!" I chanted over and over again. It was true, after last night I'd leave the town runs to Glenn and Maggie. Everyone said their hello's, reuniting with their loved ones.

"Are ya hurt?" Daryl asked me, gesturing to the blood on my hands and shirt. I shook my head, pulling his arms around my waist, not wanting him to let go of me.

"No, it's not my blood." Daryl raised an eyebrow at me and I went to answer his question when T-Dog interrupted me.

"Who the hell is that?" His question brought everyone's attention to the car and Daryl looked around me in to the cab door. Randall still sat in the back seat. I'd had sense enough to blindfold him after we left so he couldn't retrace his steps. The group went silent and Daryl reached in, dragging the boy out.

"That's Randall." Glenn said flatly.

Randall yelped as Daryl drug him to his feet. He let the boy go, but Randall collapsed onto the side of the truck.

"He can't stand." I told Daryl, grabbing the boy under his arm. Daryl eyed me suspiciously before he took his other arm, both of us taking him to the shed the Patricia was preparing for surgery. Hershel looked at me, walking beside us.

"Patricia is preparing for surgery, I'll need you to run inside and clean your hands. Give the boy to me." I nodded my head, putting Randall's arm around Hershel shoulders. I stopped, placing a soft kiss on Daryl's cheeks before I ran to the farmhouse.

"We couldn't just leave him behind. He would've bleed out, if he even lived that long." Rick explained. I had gathered in the dinning room with the rest of them after surgery, to talk about what happened last night. Daryl wasn't to pleased when he heard that I was attacked in the bar, not even when Rick told him that we killed our attackers.

"It's gotten bad in town." Glenn explained, looking over at Maggie.

"What do we do with him?" Andrea asked, saying what everyone was thinking. Rick and I exchanged glanced before is spoke up.

"Rick and I were talking last night. We think it would be best to take him out to the main road, give him a canteen and send him on his merry way." I said quietly. Everyone nodded, except Shane.

"Then why didn't you just leave him for the walkers? Instead of almost getting yourselves killed?" Shane scoffed, shaking his head at me. Rick and I shared another look, not exactly thinking about that.

"He'll have a fighting chance." Rick tried to reason with him.

"So we just let him go?" Shane pried harder, our answer not satisfactory. "He know where we are."

"He was blindfolded the whole way here." I argued, crossing my arms and looking at him. I glanced at Daryl, his eyes darting between the two of us. Hopefully he was seeing the tension here, because everyone else was apparently blind to it. "He's not a threat."

"Not a threat? How many of them were there?" Shane's question was rhetorical and I didn't satisfy him with answer. "You killed three of their men. You took one of them hostage, but they just aint gonna come looking for him?"

"They left him for dead." Rick said, taking the heat off of me. I looked at him, thanking him and he nodded his head. "No one is looking."

"We should still post a guard." T-Dog reasoned. I agreed with him and nodded my head.

"He's out cold right now, will be for hours." Hershel chimed in. he had returned from his surgery, wiping his hands on a towel. "Beau and I repaired what we could of his calf muscle. He'll walk again, but he'll suffer from nerve damage."

"You know what? I'm gonna run out and get him so flowers and candy!" Shane said sarcastically. He left the room hollering back at us as he did. "Look at this folks, we back in fantasy land again!"

"You know, we haven't even dealt with what you did at my barn yet!" Hershel yelled after him. I watched, wide eyed as Shane turned around, livid. "Now let me make this perfectly clear. This is my farm and I wanted you gone. Rick talked me out of it, but that doesn't mean I have to like it. So do us both a favor, Keep your mouth shut." The room went deadly silent and I gasped, watching the men quietly.

Shane glared at the old man and then looked around the room at everyone in it. I was surprised when he walked away, not saying another word as he did. He threw the door open, letting it slam behind him.

"We're not gonna do anything about it today. Lets just cool off." Rick suggested, looking over at me. "Beau, go rest."

"But-" I went to argue, but rick shook his head, holding his finger up to me, silencing me.

"You were up all night last night and you know that's not good for your recovery." He looked pointedly at Daryl, and Daryl walked up to me, taking my hand in his. I growled, standing up.

"I feel fine, Rick."

"Well then there's room for improvement, isn't there?"

Daryl was quiet as he led me back to the tent. He gripped my hand tightly, pulling me with him as he walked. Once we were back at the tent I relished at the sight of my air mattress and blankets. I crawled in, laying back, feeling my body calm itself.

Daryl still stood outside the tent and I looked at him. He studied me before climbing in, sitting in the cot next to me. I raised my eyebrow at him, both of us silent, then I thought back to what was worrying me at the bar. I swallowed, hard, taking a deep breath.

"Yesterday…" I began slowly. I caught his attention and his eyes flickered to me. "In the field," I began again; figuring out what exactly it was I was trying to say. I sat up, gathering my thoughts. "I… I felt something. And correct me if I'm wrong but I think you felt it too." Daryl fidgeted nervously in his seat and I regretted bringing it up. I decided to quit while I was ahead and I laid down again, looking at the tents ceiling.

"Why do'ya think I was so worried about ya when you didn't come home last night? I didn't even know you was gone until Lori told me." Daryl moved to the ground beside me, grabbing my face under my chin, forcing me to look up at him. "Its like I said at tha CDC. You're makin me soft, Darlin. If it wasn't for you I wouldn't have stayed here. After Sophia walked out of that barn I woulda split. But I stayed for you, Beau." Daryl paused, licking his lips. My heart fluttered and I didn't look away from him. "I love ya, girl." He said quietly.

I felt my mouth go dry and my heartbeat quickened its pace. I was speechless, not sure what to say to him, so I did the only thing I could do. I threw my arms around him, pulling myself into his lap. His lips met mine and we kissed passionately, feelings overwhelming us for the second time in twenty-four hours.

I woke up a few hours later in Daryl's arms. Both of us were tired, exhausted. I sat there, snuggling deeper into the blankets, pulling him closer. His warm skin felt good on my bare back and I sighed, feeling his breathing deepen.

I rolled over, sprawling out on top of him and he smiled down at me. I grinned at him and he kissed my forehead.

"Well ya certainly are a sight for sore eyes." Daryl teased. I glared at him coolly, and he chuckled. "Only kiddin." Footsteps approached the tent and this time neither of us moved, not really caring who was walking up on us. A man cleared his throat from outside. It was Dale.

"Beau, I've been told to tell you that Lori and Maggie would like your help in the main house preparing dinner, while T-Dog and Glenn would like Daryl's help to procure firewood." I chuckled rolling over. "Forgive me if I don't come any closer. I've seen enough for one week." He tried to be serious but I heard a smile in his voice.

"Yeah yea, I'll be at the house." I said stretching and sitting up. Daryl ran his fingers gently down my spine, sending shivers through my body. I stood awkward in the tent, grabbing a new pair of pants, a tank top and my riding boots, putting them on.

So I just downloaded season 4 in like 30 minutes guys. i've actually not watched all of it so i'll have to watch it before i write it (I know i know i'm so behind. I turned it off when when Daryl had his hissy about Merle. LOL Fan girl alert.) but i'm going to start it again probably tonight.

Also. With the start of season 5 rapidly approaching, I wanted to ask you, my readers, something: If Daryl were to die in season 5, what would you have me do with my story?

Last but not least... I haven't gotten alot of reviews lately and it's making me kinda sad. if eel like i'm taking Beau in the wrong direction for you guys, so just let me know.

Stay Beautiful Readers!