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Part 3

Just like he thought, that asshole was following her.

Daryl had taken the teasing of the group, the good natured comments about why he wanted to follow Carol home, cheeks flushed he just didn't give a fuck. He had to make sure she was okay.

"Just put your tie on the doorknob if you want me and Maggie to stay at Abraham and Rosita's tonight" Glenn had chuckled "oh wait...your not wearing one, use your sock! Or..." Glen had continued on, giggling drunkenly until Maggie had elbowed him shutting him up. Daryl had simply flipped him off exiting the party hastily after Alan, following him down the street.

He stayed a distance back from Alan, watching to see what he did. He didn't want to intervene too soon, she would just be pissed if he caused a scene Unnecessarily.

He could see her a good distance ahead of him, walking in the middle of the street, the street lights had been switched over to solar lights, they didn't illuminate well but enough that it made it safe to walk on the street at night. He could see the red of her dress from a distance, it felt like a flame drawing him in, he almost said fuck it and passed Alan so he could walk with her. He'd missed her presence the past two months. She was the one person he'd ever felt comfortable with in a long time, he craved her smile, her teasing. He missed her. Fuck it...he was done trying stay away. He was gonna show her how he felt, finally nut up and make his move, that is once he dealt with this disgusting asshole, he thought with a cringe as Alan stopped to barf his guts up.

Alan stood up, after emptying his belly, stumbling forward as he continued after Carol. Daryl could see the sneer on Alan's face from the distance, as the fucker adjusted his crotch.

That dirty fucking slimeball, he was going to tear him the fuck apart. How dare he look at his Carol like that. Glenn was fucking right, although he'd been hard pressed to admit it out loud. He had been giving off a hands off vibe to any man at the safezone that had looked her way, as far as he was concerned she was fucking claimed. She was his and it was time she knew it. He'd been hers since the moment he handed her that pick axe.

He watched as Alan stumbled and curse almost falling to the side of the road. Carol paused and didn't turn around, but he could tell by the change in her posture, she knew she was being followed. That's my girl he thought proudly.

She turned down the side lane to their house, Alan following more closely behind her. Fuck he thought picking up his pace, he didn't want her out of view for that long.

When he turned the corner and looked down the lane his heart dropped to his knees. They were gone and no fucking way she would have made it to the house already. Fuck! He should have just jumped the asshole already. He felt his panic rising in his throat. Where the hell was she? Even worse where the hell was Alan?

He walked up the lane slowly scanning each house and outbuilding to see if he could catch a glimpse of Carol. That's when he heard the screaming.

He took off running, his heart thudding in his chest, palming his knife in his hand. Fuck he knew he should have taken his crossbow with him no matter how much Glenn had insisted it wasn't something you take to a party. Who the fuck died and made Glenn the party police anyway?

He was practically running, following the sound of the screaming, the fact that it was a man screaming registering a split second before he saw her.

Fucking hell it was the hottest thing he'd ever seen in his life. His feet abruptly halted and he came to a sudden stop, his mouth gaping open.

Carol had Alan against the wall of an outbuilding, his arm twisted behind his back at a painful looking angle her knife at his throat. She was talking to him softly a deadly look on her face, Alan's face was so pale, he looked like he was ready to pass out. Alan opened his mouth to scream again and she jerked hard on the arm she had twisted behind his back, he snapped his mouth shut again. She released Alan then with a look of disgust on her face.

He saw it coming, Alan's last ditch attempt, stumbling forward swinging at her. The man caught one lucky punch, nailing Carol on her cheek.

Daryl started running again then an inhuman sound between a roar and a growl ripped somewhere from his throat, he didn't even recognize his own voice. That fucker hit her, he would fucking kill him.

She didn't hesitate, sweeping her leg out she knocked Alan off his feet, flat on his back, her heel coming down and stomping on the fuckers balls. Alan curled into the fetal position groaning in pain when Carol spoke.

"I meant what I said Alan, if you ever touch me or any other woman like that again, I will do much worse than kick you in the balls...got it?" She said. Alan groaned nodding his head yes.

Carol looked up then and saw him then standing there with his mouth gaping open.

"Hey Pookie, what are you doing here?" She said with a grin

He flushed stumbling over his words like a schoolboy as that grin, the one he loved so much spread across her face as he spoke "I...I..ah came to save you?"