AN- I'm still trying to get into character with Daryl and the others I'm better with shows I have been watching a long time so it will take time for me to get better at writing Daryl and the rest of the walking dead characters.

"You can't keep treating him like that Victoria." Rachel sighed as they sat next to the pool, she held her baby in her arms while she shook her head at her sister who lay on a lounge chair sun bathing.

"Treating him like what?" she asked looking up at her sister through her sunglasses.

"The way you do throwing jobs at him that you could do yourself." Rachel shook her head, "If you wanted the fence painted why did you make him do it? You could have done it yourself."

"Why would I do work like that?" she asked, "He's lucky we let him live here its better then he has ever had it his whole life the least he could do is paint the fence and do what ever we want."

"Victoria if you keep acting like a spoiled princess you might as well go live with mother." Rachel found it hard to relate to her little sister she had always been able to see through the eyes of others. This man that lived in the guesthouse, Rachel could tell he was a good person just always been dealt a bad hand. She thought of her late husband he had grown up poor and had worked hard to become a successful lawyer. While the couple had money they never let it go to their heads even growing up Rachel never saw in the way her parents wanted her to. Unlike Victoria who saw those who didn't have much as less then her as someone to look down on.

"Don't call me that." Victoria rolled her eyes, "He keeps calling me that."

Rachel smiled she had hardly heard Daryl speak two words leave it to Victoria to get a man of a few words to talk to her, or at least call her princess. "Come on Victoria he's a human being. Don't order him around he doesn't have to listen to you I already told him you aren't the one that signs his pay check its me."

"Come on Rachel." Victoria moaned, "Its nice having help around again."

"He isn't The Help he rents the cottage and does a few odd jobs." Rachel shook her head.

"Here." Daryl's rough voice interrupted tossing a set of keys to Victoria, "Got 'em out."

"Where were they?" Rachel asked

"I locked them in the car and I thought who could break into my car, he was my first thought." Victoria put the keys on the table. "Mind running inside and grabbing me some ice lemon aid?" she asked Daryl who frowned.

"Ain't your service boy." Daryl muttered.

"Why don't you sit with us?" Rachel asked with a smile, "Just ignore Victoria she seems to have forgotten her manners."

Daryl didn't say anything his frown just grew and he turned and walked away without so much as a shake of the head.

"Sure it's me who has forgotten my manners." Victoria snorted

So much had happened since Vicky was brought to the camp. Merle had returned and Daryl had opted to leave her once again to join his brother. When he returned knowing his mistake to leave the group everyone else had welcomed him back with open arms, except Vicky she held him at an arms length away and to be honest Daryl wasn't going out of his way to fix what ever they had. He hardly even talked to her anymore. Merle's death had taught him that you should never get attached to anyone as more then just a companion. He didn't want to put his heart out there anymore. He tried lying to himself that if he stayed away he could handle if she died or something happened to her. Deep down he knew that to be false he knew it would kill him if she died.

He fiddled with his cross bow while he watched her from across the room, one of the men from Woodberry that had come to live at the prison was with her, making her laugh. He wanted to walk over and put his arm around her to claim her in a way, but he didn't he couldn't. Daryl Dixon didn't belong with her even at the end of the world she was still too good to him. He knew nothing of the type of man her husband had been he never asked. They hadn't gotten much time to talk once Merle came back, then once Daryl returned it was as if she didn't want to talk to him he didn't blame her and he didn't push.

"Hey." Beth said sitting down next to Daryl with Judith in her arms. Daryl glanced up at her but put his attention back down at his bow. "Are you aright you've been quiet." She said softly, "And you haven't really held Judith she misses you."

"She's a baby." He told the girl, "She ain't missin me."

"Sure she is." Beth leaned closer to Daryl so the baby could see him, the little girl was old enough now to reach her hands out to those she wanted, of course Daryl was one of those people the baby always wanted to go to. He tried to ignore the baby, but something about the innocent little girl always melted his heart always made it impossible for him to refuse her.

He groaned then spoke, "Come here Ass Kicker." The baby smiled up at him, which brought a smile to Daryl's face.

"There's the Daryl we all know and love." Beth smiled at him. Frowning Daryl looked at her.

"Huh?"

"It's just ever since Mer-" she paused, "Ever since your brother died you've been distant you don't even talk to your friend anymore."

Daryl glanced over at Vicky who was still talking to the other man still, "She ain't my friend."

"I doubt that the way you brought her in here months ago and she knew your name and-"

"I would do the same thing for you or Carol." He interrupted her, "That girl ain't special never was never will be."

The teenager smiled, "Never said she was special you did." She jumped up to her feet smiling and walked away leaving Daryl to only glare after her. He knew he shouldn't be bothered by the teenager's words, but once again he couldn't bring his mind of Vicky.

"There she is." Rick said with a smile, "How's my little girl?"

Daryl sniffed the air then handed the baby to its father, "Needs a change." He grumbled.

"Can't you?" Rick sighed.

"What do I look like a nurse?" he growled as he put the little girl in Rick's arms, "I'ma go kill somethin." He turned and walked away. Rick frowned at watch the man that he had grown to trust with his life. He knew the death of Merle had hit Daryl hard especially since Daryl had to be the one to kill him. He was worried about Daryl he was worried that he was pulling away. The last thing the group needed with all the new people was the loss of Daryl.

If her sister found out where she was right now Rachel would freak out, but that didn't matter to Victoria right now. All that mattered was her fake Id that said she was twenty-two and the clothing that made her look twenty-two not seventeen. She enjoyed the rowdy bar and all the free drinks she got from men that thought they would have a chance with her. She had never done this before, never drank this much she couldn't figure out why how could she have missed out on this much of a good time. She could let go dance and laugh, drink flirt with guys and know how much better she was then these people. No one could touch her.

"Let mer buy ya drink." A man slurred leaning down next to her.

"I already have one." She laughed and looked him over, not in any world would that man have a chance with her.

"Am I no goods enough?" the man growled

"You're not my type." She said wrinkling her nose still not seeing the potential danger she put herself in. She placed her empty cup down on the bar and turned to the dance floor. Dancing and drinking a few more hours turned her into a drunken mess. By the time she stumbled out of the bar it was near two am hardly anyone filtered the streets only people as drunk or even more then her.

"Where ya goin girl?" the man from earlier grabbed her arm and pulled her back to him.

"Let go of me!" she yelled trying to pull against him, but it didn't work he was too strong he yanked her into an ally and pinned her against the wall. Even in her drunken stupor she knew to fear what was happening, that she was wrong to come out here tonight alone.

"Nah one can here ya" he growled, "Nah one at all" he put his hand around her throat and kissed her forcibly she didn't know what to do she didn't know how to get out of this mess.

"Get her good." Another voice said, "Then share."

"Yeah share the fortune." Another called back.

"Shush up." The man that held her growled, Victoria felt tears begin to fall down her face, what were they going to do to her?

"Get yer hands off 'er" A new yet familiar voice growled. The man that was holding her grunted in pain and let go causing her to fall to the ground. She scurried away until her back bumped into a garbage can. It was hard to tell what was going on threw her blurred drunken vision and the darkness of the alley. She could tell that three men were all fighting against one man and it seemed the one man was winning, but not by much. She closed her eyes as her head rolled back she was so tired it was so hard to stay awake.

"Get up." She opened her eyes to see three men laying on the ground and another kneeling in front of her, "This ain't no place for a princess." The voice growled again. She felt his arms wrap around her she tried to push him away fearing he was going to continue where the other left off. "Easy." The voice grunted in pain as she hit his side she felt his arms almost let go of her she realized he was holding her above the ground now if he fully let go of her she would hit the ground. "Calm yer self princess."

"Get off of me you dirty hick!" she began to thrash around in his arms she heard him grunt again.

"Gah stop!" he yelled as he fell to his knees setting her on the ground, "You're one violent princess."

It seemed his voice finally seemed to sink in to her. "Daryl?" she asked squinting up at him.

"First time you used my name princess." He told her. She leaned her head into his chest and began to sob. Daryl froze he had never really comforted someone before he paused his hand slightly the patted her on the back and before he could think words came out of his mouth he never thought he would says, "Shh you're safe now I got you I won't let anything happen to you. I keep you safe." He didn't know just how many times he would need to keep her safe, or how true his words really where.

"I'm worried about him." Rick said in a low voice to Carol, "Maybe you should talk to him."

"I've tried we all have Merle's death really seems to have gotten to him." Carol said softly.

"He's pulling away he seems to think is better off going out on his own again and we all know that didn't turn out well last time." He shook his head, "He's going to get himself killed being so reckless."

"Rick." Maggie said softly, "We don't need to worry much yet he's just blowing off steam he needs to get his frustration back."

"Yeah you had Carl and Judith to pull you out of Lori's loss he doesn't really have anyone that relies on him that way." Glenn added.

"I don't know." Rick ran his hand through his hair, "He's acting too recklessly like the hot head we all knew in Atlanta."

"Let him kill some walkers." Glenn told him, "It makes him feel better and it will be less walkers out there."

Vicky listened to the group talk she hadn't really become part of Daryl's friends she had only arrived shortly before all the Woodberry people and it was easier to get along with them. While they had a community they didn't seem as close nit as Daryl's small group. They also didn't seem to have the strength of Daryl's little group either. She wanted to go talk to Daryl to find him and convince him to stop going out and risking his life, but she was to stubborn he was to stubborn they both were. She was still angry at him for leaving to go off with Merle. How could he choose his brother over her again when his brother proved himself again and again unworthy of Daryl. She knew the answer Daryl was a man with a code he followed it he protected his blood and those he cared about. In the end he had come home, but still she didn't want to admit to him she had missed him she didn't want to show him the power he held over her. She knew he had never hurt her physically in the past, but a part of her didn't want to need any many want any man. The way her body still longed for Daryl the way her heart still raced when she saw him felt like a betrayal to herself. She had thought she would never allow a man to hold power over her again yet without even trying Daryl held every ounce of power over her. She knew if he walked up to her right now and kissed her she would forgive him instantly, but she knew that wouldn't happen she knew Daryl was to proud to come to her. She also knew Daryl still saw himself as not good enough to her, but did he not realize in this new world he was a prize that things had changed she was not good enough for him now. She was a liability she would always need him to look out for her, protect her. She had gotten herself into trouble many times before the world had changed she had no hope of staying safe in this new darker world. IT bothered her that these people were worried about him, the way he was acting right now was the Daryl she had known, but they said it was a different way then he had been since he'd traveled with them. They said he didn't go off on his own, the Daryl she knew would disappear for weeks to go hunting on his own she would be worried about him until he showed back up at the old cottage. Had he really changed that much with these people? Had he become a valued group member who actually enjoyed being around people? After she had gotten to know Daryl she had learned he didn't do well in big group he never knew what to say or what to do. It was surprising that he had been able to become part of this group that seemed so different from him, for the first time in his life he had many people that cared about him that wanted to keep him safe. She knew in the past she had been the only person to truly worry about him, Merle perhaps did in his own way, but Vicky knew she had been the first to show him love in a kind way.

"Hey." A young voice said next to her causing her to snap out of her thoughts. She looked down to see the blonde teenager talking to her.

"Hello." Victoria said back she wasn't sure what the girl wanted. She found it strange how she didn't trust anyone anymore. Even this young girl next to her she had to think wasn't safe, couldn't be safe. She hated her mind for being so jumpy, the only time she hadn't been jumpy was when Daryl was around. Even now when they weren't talking when they were keeping their distance. He only had to be in the room and her mind would be at ease.

"Vicky right?" the girl asked.

"Yes." She replied softly.

"Have you talked to Daryl lately?"

"No."

Beth sighed, "We are all so worried."

"So I've heard." She paused, "I'm grateful Daryl rescued me, but we aren't friends."

"You seemed friends before he left with his brother." Beth told her.

Victoria frowned she remembered the days they had together before Merle had to enter their life and ruin it again. "I don't know what you thought there was I-" she paused as she tried to push the tears back she didn't want to cry thinking of Daryl she had spilled so many tears over him. "I'm not into dirty hicks like him."

Beth glared at her, "He's not a dirty hick."

"He doesn't speak correctly and just look at him everyone knows that's what he was before this all happened." She couldn't let anyone know she cared for him she didn't know why, buts that what Daryl wanted. Even thought she was angry at him right now, hurt by him she wouldn't go against his wishes.

"There are no hicks and other horrible terms for people anymore." Beth said still glairing, "Just people that have to stick together."

"Feel free sticking with Daryl then just know he will find time to leave again." She began to walk away, "He always leaves."

Where was she? She placed her hand on her head as the pain hit her. She felt as if she had been hit on the head with bricks. Images from last night flew into her mind of drinking, of the dirty man that attacked her. She felt sore from where the man had hit her and dragged her. Did he rape her? Was she at his place now? She remembered the man getting pulled off her, she remembered a blurred fight, but then he had come back and grabbed her. No. The man that came back hadn't been the dirty man it had been someone else, someone that had called her something. Princess..

"Fuck." She heard a male's voice from another room. She didn't know why she got up, why she moved closer to the door where the voice came from. She glanced inside to see Daryl without a shirt on her eyes settled on to his ribs that had an awful bruise that seemed many colors. His hand was rested just above the bruise wincing as he touched it. Her eyes moved to his back she frowned when she saw all the scars, many scars all over his back. What happened to him? Bar fights? She knew now that the bruise was from last night, but those scars where from a long time ago. She watched him open up the mirror and pull out something that he wrapped his torso in wincing as he did. As she watched him she hadn't notice his eyes glance up to the mirror where he spotted her watching him.

"Yur up." He mumbled

"What happened?" she asked fearing that he had taken her here to sleep with her last night.

"You put yur self in a bad place last night." He pulled a shirt over his head.

"Did we?" she questioned.

"Ya don't remember?" he asked as he walked by her into the bedroom she noticed now he had some bruises on his face too.

"Why am I here?" she asked again.

"Ya begged me." He turned to look at her, "Want somethin to eat?"

"I begged you?" she asked horrified.

Daryl raised his eyebrow then glanced at her only wearing his shirt and the fact she woke up in his bed. "Don't be so dramatic." He mumbled as he walked by her, serves her right for not remembering she had done something stupid last night, gone off alone to that bar. Of all bars that girl could have gone to why did she go to the one with the most low lives? "Ya could of gotten yourself in a bad situation last night goin there." He told her

"Did we?" she glanced at him then at the bed then at herself.

"No." he told her, "I slept there." He pointed to a wooden rocking chair. Victoria frowned did he really sleep on that chair there was no padding only wood no way to relax.

"That?" she questioned.

"Slept on worse." He moved past her and out of the room disappearing down the hall.

"Why am I here?" she asked following after him, "Why didn't you bring me home?"

"I was gunna you begged I didn't"

"Why would I do that?" she asked him

"Ya didn't want yur sister to know." He was in the kitchen now.

"So you brought me here? What will she think if she see's me walking out of this place?"

"That ya came here to tell me to do something else." He shook his head, "I went to the house and grabbed you some cloths." He grabbed a pile of cloths and threw them at her wincing as he did. "Didn't think ya wanted to go up to the house in the outfit you wore last night."

"Did you put me in this?" she asked, had this dirty man undressed her? Touched her.

"I had no choice you was runnin around here throwing all yer other cloths in ever direction sayin it wasn't comfortable that was all I had that ya could wear by the time I cam back yer were passed out."

"Passed out with nothing on?" she was horrified

"You had your panties still on." He shrugged his shoulders as if it didn't bother him.

She could tell she wore her underwear, but not her bar then she remembered she had gone out last night without wearing one at all. She felt her face growing red, there was no way this man hadn't touched her he was a low life, scum.

"You're saying that I was here in just about naked and all you did was put a shirt on me and lay me in your bed then sleep in that chair?" no man would do that, at least no man of his kind. The man that attacked her in the ally was the type of man Daryl was he wasn't a nice rich man who cared about woman he wasn't a gentlemen like all the rich men.

"Ya." He told her he saw the worry in her eyes, which caused him to frown. "You're the one who put yur self in that situation yur lucky I came along or that man would have done what you assume I have done."

"You can't say that here I was laying here and you didn't want to do anything to me?" she glared at him.

Daryl glared at the girl, "Ya ain't my type princess."

"Excuse me?" for a moment she forgot about last night, she was everyone's type scum like him should be following her around wanting her to give him a time of day.

"ya ain't my type." He repeated, or rather he lied of course last night he had wanted to be a lesser man and take her to his bed. Heck she begged him for it that's why she took all her clothing off but he wasn't going to tell her that. He had been thinking about taking her to bed until she told him it would be her first time. That was when he had gone to get her a shirt and put her to bed. He wasn't going to make that her first time he didn't want to be that guy. He knew Merle would be cursing at him right now, saying if a girl was that drunk begging for it he should of given it to her, but Daryl wasn't that type of man even if he pretended to be.

"Why not?" she asked him.

"Shouldn't you be getting dressed and over to the house before yer sister realizes you aren't there?" Daryl asked he looked at the girl wanting to be mad at her, but he couldn't why couldn't he be angry with her?

She wanted to argue with him, but she knew he spoke the truth she would have to get over to the house before Rachel figured out she was missing. She went into the other room after she closed the door she saw the bruises on her body from that man she frowned as she pulled a pair of pants on and then her shirt. She knew she should have just thanked Daryl and not accused him, but she couldn't understand why he hadn't taken advantage of her.

Walking back into the kitchen she smelt food, he was cooking she didn't even know he could cook. Daryl glanced up at her but then back down at the food on the stove.

"Well I'm going to go.," she told him as she headed for the door.

"Wait." He told her as he took a cloth and wet it in the sink. He walked over to her a softly brushed it above her eye brow, she felt a stink, but in the moment she didn't care. Her heart began to race it seemed her breath grew short. There was a feeling of electricity between them. "Don't want yer sister to see the blood, tell her ya fell or somethin."

"Huh?" Her mind was still focused at how close he came and how confused her body seemed to get when he came that near. She had assumed he would smell horrible, but he smelled good did he actually wear, what was that smell? Axe?

"The cut bove yer eye." He told her, "He must of hit ya there."

"Oh." She put her hand to her head and winced when she hit the cut.

"Well don't touch it." He growled

"I got to go." she said quickly as she headed out the door. She walked fast to her house, but couldn't help looking back at Daryl's cottage. She kept telling her self no, no she wasn't attracted to Daryl she couldn't be he was white trash; she was southern bell she couldn't like him not in that way not in anyway. But something told her no matter how much she tried to reason with herself she was attracted to the man who saved her last night.

"I'm fine." Daryl growled as Hershel stitched up his side, "Got caught on that fence."

"Daryl we found you passed out from blood loss in the woods, good thing it was us and not a walker." Rick almost yelled at him

"Well the Walkers showed up round the same time we did." Glenn added.

"You're lucky we got you out of there in one piece." Rick told him, "We've been over this Daryl I need you we all need you."

"I'm fine." Daryl growled back, "Just a little scratch."

"You're not fine Daryl you lost a lot of blood." Hershel told him, "You shouldn't move around just rest if I could I would give you more blood I would you need it."

"I'm fine." He said again.

Hershel finished, "Just take some time to rest."

"I'm restin since I haven't slept in a few days." Daryl growled, "Not cause this fucking scratch."

Hershel shook his head at the man's stubbornness, "Alight."

Daryl rolled over to face the well; he didn't see why everyone had gotten upset that they had found him. As his eyes closed he didn't know how long he slept, but he was awoken to voices.

"Mind if I help you?" a male voice asked, he heard Vicky's voice respond he could tell she was smiling just by hearing the way she spoke.

"Sure."

"So do you have a boyfriend?" the guy asked

Vicky laughed again, "No I was married, but he." She paused as she remembered seeing him with an arrow in his chest. "He died."

"I'm sorry." The man told her,

"Don't be he wasn't a very good man it may seem bad, but when he died I finally had the chance to escape him."

"How'd you end up here?" he asked.

"Daryl and Rick were out getting supplies." She paused, "They found me and took me in."

"Rick's a good man." He told her, "Daryl though is just like his brother, no one here trust him not after Merle."

"Chris." Vicky told him, "Daryl is nothing like his brother he's a good man Rick wanted to leave me he didn't want to have to protect anyone else but Daryl he saved me, he brought me here."

Chris looked at her in surprise, "He just doesn't seem like a group member he's always going off alone, he enjoys killing he runs around with a cross bow never talking to anyone."

Vicky sighed, "Yeah he does stand on the outside of the group."

"Even his own." Chris told her. A baby's cry stopped the conversation.

"I can't get her to stop crying." Carl complained, "Dad went with the others and asked me to watch her."

"Let me see." Victoria said softly, but the boy just looked at her uncertain.

"I don't know." The boy started, but then he remembered a while back when Daryl allowed the girl to hold Judith, if Daryl trusted her then he could. "You can try." The boy muttered.

Daryl moaned as the baby's cry reached his ears. He could tell Vicky held her now, but the baby continued to cry, didn't anyone know how to deal with Judith when she was colicky? He got up and walked out of the room, he felt like he was spinning, but he had spent many nights drunk it didn't faze him as much as it should. He walked into the other room and took Judith from Vicky. "Don't any one know what to do with a baby?" he mumbled as he walked over to the counter that had all the baby supplies and picked up some medicine. He dropped some into the little girl's mouth. "Shh." He told he baby as he carefully bounced her up and down, "Easy it's alright." He leaned against the wall and allowed himself to slowly slide down. His head was spinning way to fast for him to stay standing. The baby slowly stopped her crying and began to coo.

"Daryl are you alright?" Victoria asked him something was right she felt it.

"Fine." He mumbled as he closed his eyes he felt so tiered all of a sudden he hadn't felt like this when he first got up, but after moving around he realized something wasn't right.

"Are you, are you sure?" she asked, "You're pale."

"He says he's fine." Chris told her, "No need to worry I don't think he likes being bothered."

"Yer boyfriends right." Daryl growled.

"He isn't my boyfriend." She snapped as she went closer to Daryl, "If you aren't feeling well you shouldn't be holding the baby."

"You got no right tellin me what to do." Daryl growled opening his eyes to glare at her, this was the most they had spoken since he had left with Merle.

"I got every right making sure that baby is safe." She almost yelled at him.

"Don't you tell me I ain't safe for the baby." He growled at her, he wanted to get up to yell at her but he didn't have the energy to get up of course leave it to her to notice when he wasn't feeling well, leave it to her to point it out for all to notice.

"I'm not saying you aren't safe, but if you are sick-" she started, but Daryl interrupted her.

"I ain't sick." He told her, "Just tired yer talkin woke me." He glanced at Chris hating the man for making moves on his girl. No, not his girl he gave Victoria up she was no longer his. Looking at Chris Daryl could tell he once came from money, he had been raised a similar way Victoria had been that was the type of man that she belonged with not men like him, a man that didn't even finish high school.

"Daryl." She said softly as she knelt down next to him she started to reach to his head face but he leaned away from her. "You don't look so good." She told him.

"Leave me alone bitch." He closed his eyes again holding the baby. She paused he had never called her a bitch before; at least not in the way he made it sound right now. Sure when they had fought he had called her it before or rather said she was acting like a bitch, but never flat out called her a bitch. She shook her head and moved her hand forward again and place it on his head she felt now his skin was warm she noticed his hair was wet with his own sweat.

"You're burning up." She said to him she reached over and picked up Judith, Daryl didn't move to stop her, "Daryl?" she asked.

"Is he alright?" Carl asked.

"Go get Hershel, tell him Daryl won't wake up." She told the boy worried, "Daryl wake up." She took her hand and gently slapped his face. Carl still hadn't moved, "Tell him Daryl is burning up, Carl hurry up go get him now!"

"Is he bitten?" Chris asked, "Is he getting the fever from the bite?"

"No." Vicky snapped, but really she didn't know, "I don't think so the others would have." She paused, "They wouldn't have brought him back if he had been bitten."

"We don't know these people maybe they just can't let go." Chris told her glancing Daryl over looking for a bite.

"I over heard them talking he got injured, but no bite they were worried about him though." Vicky told Chris.

Daryl groaned and opened his eyes, "Whater you doin'?" he growled pushing her hand away from his face.

"You passed out Daryl." Vicky told him, "You're burning up."

"I'm fine." He growled trying to push her away but he realized it was almost too much effort to move his arm, something was wrong with him but he wouldn't admit it.

"He say's he's alright we shouldn't make him mad." Chris told her

Daryl in that moment seemed to forget his tough guy act his mind began to swim his body felt weak. "Princess." He mumbled, "It's cold in here."

Vicky was worried now his voice was so calm so nice, that wasn't him not at all he hardly ever spoke in that way. His voice was weak too weak. He tried to move again, but his head only fell to her shoulder. "Daryl" she whispered her voice full of worry, "Daryl!" But he didn't respond, she knew he had passed out again his body looked limp leaning against the wall, the feeling of his head on her shoulder proved he wasn't making any effort to hold it up.

"Why have you been acting so weird lately?" Rachel asked her sister, "You haven't been out by the pool sun bathing or wearing any of your sundresses."

"Just haven't been in the mood, I like being inside in comfortable clothing." Victoria told her.

"Yeah with the air conditioning on high its so cold in here." Rachel shook her head, "I don't understand you."

"You don't need to." Victoria rolled her eyes as she walked into the kitchen. She let out a yelp when she saw Daryl in the Kitchen fridge open. "What are you doing in here?"

"A pipe burst in the cottage." Rachel told her, "Ended up ruining a lot so he's staying here while the repairs are done."

"Why don't you do it yourself?" Victoria asked.

"Victoria!" Rachel almost yelled at her sister.

"Cause I ain't no carpenter." Daryl told her.

"Why not go to a motel or something?" she questioned.

"Victoria-" Rachel started, but the baby began to cry Rachel shook her head then headed upstairs to get the baby.

"Thought ya be more grateful to me." He smirked as he put a sandwich he had made into his mouth. "I did save ya." He spoke with food in his mouth.

"Ugh" she snorted at him, "You're discussing. Didn't your mother ever teach you to not speak with food in your mouth?"

"My old lady didn't teach me nothing." Daryl told her. "To busy drinkin and smokin."

Victoria frowned folding her arms on her chest, "Well it's rude."

Daryl shrugged his shoulders, "Not where I'm from."

"Idiot." She said rolling her eyes. Without saying another word Daryl walked by her.

"Where are you going?" She asked him following.

"Yer sister asked me to change a light in the hall." Daryl told her rolling his eyes. Moving a chair so he could stand up on it to change the light. Rachel came down the stairs holding the baby. Daryl reached up to the light

"Fuck." He almost yelled as he winced. Rachel stopped in her tracks and turned to look at Daryl

"Huh?" Rachel asked.

"Not used to his mouth huh Rachel?" Victoria asked, "You probably don't want him around your baby."

"Sorry." Daryl said almost threw his teeth, but not as if he was angry. Victoria frowned she saw he was in pain.

"Are you alright?" Victoria asked.

"Please watch your language around the baby." Rachel said no noticing the pain in Daryl's face as she walked out of the room.

"Fine." Daryl reached up and contained to change the light pain clearly playing on his face. When he climbed down from the chair Victoria walked over and lifted his shirt where she remembered seeing the bruise a few days ago. She inhaled air sharply when she saw his side. It was even worse then before.

"Oh my god." She almost yelled out, "This looks awful!"

Daryl glared at her and pulled his shirt back down, "Ain't none of your business." He told her.

"Is that from the other night?" she gasp, "from those men?"

Daryl pushed the chair back into place ignoring her.

"You need to go to the hospital." She continued following him even when he left the hallway trying to get rid of her.

"What the hell you want?" Daryl growled, "Tell me to leave, not want me here, then won't leave me alone?"

"It's just." She paused and glanced down at her feet, "That's because of me isn't it?"

Daryl rolled his eyes, "I've had worse."

"I'll pay." She told him, "For the hospital bills."

"I ain't no pussy."

"Language!" Rachel said as she walked into the room grabbing a bottle for the baby. She hadn't heard much of the conversation, just Daryl's last sentence. "Please."

"Rachel make him go to the hospital." Victoria told her sister.

" I ain't going to no hospital." He told Victoria, "Ain't nobody gunna make me."

"Why would he go to the hospital?" Rachel questioned.

Victoria moved to pull his shirt up again, but she misjudged the distance instead crashing her hand right into his side.

"Fucking bitch." Daryl yelped as he jumped back holding his side.

"Oh my god I'm so sorry" Victoria stammered moving her hand over her mouth.

"What happened?" Rachel question ignoring his poor choice of words noticing he was in pain.

"Nothin I'm fine." He growled. He wasn't used to people noticing when he was hurt, his mother had always seemed oblivious while his father enjoyed seeing the pain. Even Merle just turned a blind eye told him he was a pussy if he showed pain. Why did these two girls care?

"You are most defiantly not fine." Rachel said softly she walked over and before Daryl could react she lifted his shirt and saw the nasty bruise. "What happened?"

"Bar fight." He mumbled glancing at Victoria but not saying more.

"How did you know he had this?" Rachel questioned.

"Um." Victoria tried thinking of a lie, "I just er noticed he was in pain when he changed the light."

Rachel could tell there was something her sister wasn't telling her, but she ignored it. Right now it didn't matter how her sister knew, all that matter was Daryl needed to go to the hospital to make sure he was all right.

"Come on I'll drive." Rachel told him.

"I ain't going." Daryl argued, "It'll heal."

"Please." Victoria pleaded. Daryl looked over at the girl he wanted to tell her to fuck off and leave him alone, but he didn't.

"Fine, but I'm drivin'." He told the girls.

"Let me just grab the baby." Rachel told him.

"Whatever" Daryl mumbled as he walked to the car with Victoria.

"I'm sorry." Victoria said softly.

"If you grew up in the real world Princess you'd see this little bruise is nothin' to worry 'bout" Daryl knew his words were falling on deft ears, but still he wanted to make her feel better. Why? This girl was awful she saw him as a dumb dirty hick she had even said it the other night. So why did he want to do what she wanted? Why did he listen to her even when he didn't want to?

AN-Review and let me know what you think, is this worth continuing? I'm also working on another story, a cross over between the walking dead and boondocks saints.