AN- And here is another hope you enjoy.

Her head was pounding as she opened her eyes, the curtains were open and the sun shone in, but they weren't here curtains she wasn't in her room. Her eyes widened as she realized someone lay next to her. "Please be Lizzy." She mumbled, "Please be Lizzy." She turned her head slowly and frowned when she realized who slept next to her wasn't Lizzy it was Daryl. Memories of last night flashed threw her mind, not everything only quick images, she remembered climbing on top of him in the taxi but not much after, what happened? How had she gotten herself in this situation, twice now with this man? She turned her head back to the window she felt him stir next to her so she quickly shut her eyes. She felt him sit up and clear his throat.

"Fuck." He mumbled she still kept her eyes closed.

Daryl rubbed his eyes, his head felt like it was splitting in half he glanced next to him and saw Victoria and shook his head she was still asleep good. He didn't want to talk to her right now. He let himself fall back on the pillow he felt her stir next to him.

How long was he going to stay next to her, didn't he want to shower, didn't he want to leave? After what felt like forever she finally decided to stop pretending she was asleep opening her eyes she sat up without saying a word she swung her feet over the side of the bed. She could feel Daryl's eyes on her she turned to him and glared,

"Stop being so creepy." Victoria snapped at him.

"What's wrong princess?" He mocked, "Afraid of what happened last night?"

"No." She lied, "I would never touch you with a twelve foot poll."

"But willingly climb onto my lap in a taxi?" he smirked.

"I was drunk." She stated.

"Drunk minds speak true hearts intention." He told her.

"How philosophical." She rolled her eyes, "It was called drunk goggles."

"Maybe." He shrugged his shoulders; "Maybe you should get out of here before your sister realizes where you slept."

"Already on my way out." She told him still sitting on the bed.

"Then why are you still here?" he asked as he moved closer to her.

"I'm not." She glared at him. Now he was only inches from her.

"Yes you are." He whispered as he pushed his lips on to hers. To his surprise she kissed him back this time with no alcohol influencing her. He pulled her on top of him as they fell back on to the bed he felt the pain in his side so he quickly and carefully he rolled on top of her. She didn't fight she didn't protest she just melted into him.

"Victoria!" Rachel's voice called from the bottom of the stairs, "It's eleven am! Wake up!"

Daryl pulled away from the girl and looked down at her, "Your sister calls." He mumbled. She lay frozen with him on top of her almost unable to speak.

"Did we?" she paused and glanced away.

"No." he answered, "Don't worry you just got sick and passed out."

"Why didn't you put me in my room?" she asked

"You." He paused and smirked, "Asked me not to."

"Why?" She asked, "Did you take care of me?"

"You were sick and you didn't want to be alone, I was too tired to argue." He told her.

"You held my hair." She stated.

"Your sister is callin' you." He didn't answer her as he rolled off her wincing.

"Your side it still hurts." She told him.

"It's gunna hurt awhile Princess." He told her.

"I should go before Rachel notices." She whispered as she got up off the bed her heart racing as she walked out of the room. Could it really be that this man of no class made her heart race faster then any guy ever had?

"What are you smiling about?" Rachel asked as Victoria came down the stairs. She thought for a moment she hadn't even realized she was smiling.

"What smile?" she asked.

"The one you just had you look like a love struck school girl." Rachel held the baby in her arms.

"What? No" she glared at her sister, "Why would I be in love I'm way to young."

"I was your age when I met Thomas" she said with a smile, "Did you meet someone?"

"What's for breakfast?" Daryl asked as he wondered into the kitchen.

"Its nearly noon." Rachel said looking up at him from the table where she was breast feeding the baby. Daryl seemed to take notice and look away.

"Er sorry for walkin' in on-" he paused.

"It's fine." Rachel pulled a blanket over her shoulder to make Daryl more comfortable. "What is with you two sleeping this late."

Victoria glanced at Daryl for a moment then opened the fridge without saying a word. Daryl ignored the question as well. Rachel looked between the two how was it both woke up around the same time and came down stairs at the same time? Sure Daryl might have heard her calling for Victoria. Yet she noticed something between the two, they were in the room together without fighting. They both sat down at the table one getting the cereal the other milk then switching without saying a word. There was something going on between them.

"How is your side?" Rachel asked Daryl.

"Fine." He mumbled.

"You went out last night?" she questioned.

"Yeah couldn't sit 'round here doin' nothin' all day an' night."

"Where'd you go?" she seemed to grill now.

"Bar."

"Any fights, any reason to hurt yourself again?"

He thought of Victoria on top of him of her hitting his side multiple times, of just earlier when he had ignored his pain just to kiss her longer. He glanced at Victoria for a moment then back down at his. "None I can think of." He mumbled with his mouth full of cereal.

"It's rude to talk with your mouth full." Victoria grinned at him.

"Sorry." He said after swallowing. Rachel just watched the two every part of her trying to control her mouth from dropping, something happened between the two, something that they were trying to hide, but what?

Victoria laughed as Chris grabbed her. She had forgotten how nice it was to have someone around that appreciated her. Her husband had been a bad man even before everything happened when he drank, when he got anger when ever she did anything wrong he would hit her. As the world changed he grew worse. Chris made her forget about him, Chris was everything she had wanted everything Daryl wasn't. A man who came from good breeding who was willing to treat her well. As he grabbed her she knew she should be happy she tricked herself into believing it that she could really be in love with Chris, but why in this moment when he carefully pulled her close and kissed her did she think of Daryl? She thought of the man she once loved and wished she could still love him, but she learned a long time ago loving Daryl hurt. She had forgotten what loving him was like, when she had seen him through the darkness she had only remembered the good, but after he chose his brother again, after he didn't want anyone to know of them and after he decided she was to good for him she remembered.

She tried turning her attention back to Chris as she wrapped her arms around his neck and his hands wrapped around her waist. Something was missing but she didn't know what. She wanted to feel the way she had with Daryl. She remembered kissing him even when she had been so drunk she couldn't walk. His kiss sent electricity through her that made her insides feel on fire. Even in the smallest kiss the passionate fire never seemed to die, never wanted to. Kissing Chris wasn't bad it made her feel good and happy, but it lacked the fire she had once grown found of. She tried to remind herself she had spend the last few years married to a man who perhaps made her believe what she had with Daryl was more then it was. Yet then she remembered when he first saved her, she remembered when he kissed and how all those old feelings had returned. She had to force her attention back to Chris yet again she knew it shouldn't be this hard to pay attention to the man kissing her but it was. When he pulled away he rested his head on her forehead with a smile on his face.

"I enjoy spending time with you Victoria." He told her softly. She smiled back and met his eyes with hers,

"I enjoy spending time with you too." She told him.

"Then how about me make it official, you and me." He grinned his strait toothed smile. In that instant Daryl's crooked grin came to her mind with his sad puppy dog eyes that showed how hard his life had been. Her eyes fixed on Chris she could tell he had grown up a privileged life that only became hard once the dead began to walk.

"What do you mean?" she asked him.

Taking her hand in his he kept his smile on his face, "That we are dating lets tell everyone."

She thought of Daryl who still lay in his coma as she looked at Chris she didn't speak at first but after a moment she smiled, "Alright." It was no point thinking of Daryl even if he were awake she wouldn't be with him. He never would allow himself to be happy, he would never allow himself to be with her. Chris was the best other option she couldn't have Daryl he would never be hers, but she could be with Chris he was a nice man who understood how she was raised for he had been raised a similar way. He was everything her parents would agree with.

"I can't believe he has held on this long." Hershel said as he checked Daryl pulse and temperature.

"It's Daryl of course he has." Carol smiled looking at the sleeping man.

"I knew he would." Rick smirked, "Now lets just hope the things I got can help him."

"The Iv's already have." Hershel told him, "His gums have color again he isn't dehydrated and the anti infection medication has done wonders, only time will tell if the fever." He stopped glancing at the two, "Did any damage to his brain, with any luck he should be awake any moment."

"And if he doesn't?" Carol asked.

"I give him until tomorrow, but I fear if he doesn't wake up by then he won't." pausing again Hershel looked down at Daryl, "It's a good sign though that he is still breathing on his own for the most part, the oxygen mask you got Rick has done wonders."

Carol pushed some of Daryl's hair away from his eyes. His hair was dry now for his fever was gone she only hoped that Rick had gotten the medicine in time. "Wake up." She whispered to him hoping her dear friend would wake. Rick sat down into the chair on the other side of the cell.

"Come on bud." Rick called to him, "Just open your eyes."

"Please." Carol felt her voice break she took a moment to calm herself, "We need you."

"Do you think he will wake?" he asked.

"He's a fighter he doesn't know how to quit." she smirked.

"I just wish there was some way to reach him." Rick told her, "Something that could get through."

"How is he?" Victoria asked as she walked into the room holding a vase with some wild flowers in it.

"His vitals are good." Carol told the girl, "But only time will tell if his fever did any kind of permeate damage."

Victoria placed the flowers next to the bed on the side table.

"What type of flowers are those?" Carol asked.

"Wisteria." Victoria told them, she was about to say he used to love them but she remembered he hadn't wanted anyone to know they knew each other she had already slipped up letting them know his blood type. "I thought they would brighten up the room a bit." She looked down at Daryl her hand moved to touch his face, to brush his hair back, but she noticed someone already had. She stopped her hand from reaching out to him and glanced at Carol. She hadn't noticed until now but the woman had hardly left his side since he had fallen ill. "Are you two?" she asked glancing at Daryl then at Carol, "seeing each other?"

Carol began to blush before she even shook her head, "Of course not Daryl doesn't see me in that way."

She fought the urge to ask the woman if she felt anything of Daryl, but it was obvious in the devotion she had to him. She felt jealousies flair up inside of her, but she had to quickly chase the thought from her mind, Daryl wasn't hers Chris was. "I should get going. Chris is waiting" Victoria mumbled quickly she turned to leave, but froze as someone grabbed her hand. She looked down to see Daryl's hand holding hers.

Everything hurt, everything burned. He wanted to just give up he wanted everything to just stop. He could hardly breath he felt the world slipping away. Making out Carol's voice he thought about holding on, but decided against it, why try? Why put his body through this pain what was the point? He didn't want to continue on this way. He had been wrong to ignore his injury for so long he only hoped now when he died they would put a bullet in his head to stop him from turning he wanted to die himself, not a walker.

Everything was dark he felt so alone he knew he was surrounded by Hershel, Rick, Carol and the others but it didn't matter. He truly was alone. Then almost through the darkness he could see an image forming. At first it was hard to see what was forming, but quickly he realized he was seeing her face turning though the darkness looking over her shoulder at him. He could see Victoria. He could hear her laugh echo through his mind. He thought back to the times they had together and as he did he didn't feel any pain, he didn't feel ready to give up.

He didn't know how long it had been since he had fallen asleep? An hour? Two? Possibly the whole day? Yet no matter how hard he tried to open his eyes they wouldn't he willed his voice to speak, but it couldn't. Trying to move his body was impossible too. Why should he fight the defeat he felt? There was nothing to go on for nothing at all.

"Don't you give up." Came a voice he recognized, "Don't stop fighting now."

"Rachel?" he asked through the darkness in his mind, why was he hearing Rachel's voice?

"Hello Daryl." She came into view with a soft smile on her face.

"I thought you were dead?" he asked.

"I am." Sighing Rachel shook her head, "But I couldn't let you die."

"So I am dying." He said softly.

"Yes and you are sitting here like a stubborn idiot." She crossed her arms, "Where is the Daryl I knew?" she paused, "Perhaps you are him, always running away."

"I ain't runnin'" he growled at her, "Never have never will. Well 'cept from the walkers some times you ain't got a choice but to run."

"You ran from Victoria those years ago."

"No I left so she could have a chance for a better life." He shook his head, "Why can't either of you see that?"

"Because the life she wanted, the life she needed didn't have anything to do with money, but it had everything to do with you." She rolled her eyes, "We don't have time to argue this I came here to see if you were even willing to fight anymore."

"What's the point?" he asked, "Ain't nothin' left out there in the world we all are going to die, might as well be now."

"Is that really how you feel?" she asked, "What about all those people that depend on you?"

"Nobody depends on me." He told her.

"That's a lie and you know it, your group would be where they are right now without you, they risk their lives for you and you for them and still you don't think you belong?"

"They will be fine without me." He mumbled.

"No they won't Daryl they need you." She walked closer to him her voice softer now, "I think you spent so long on your own always on the outside looking in at groups of people at families and back when you had Victoria you could never truly see it didn't matter who you were or where you had been you were home with her. And now at the end of the world you found a place you truly belong, all those men who were rich in the past are useless now men like you are what the world needs are what ever human still alive needs." She smiled at him, "You are far more important then you can ever realize your no longer white trash as you used to call yourself but a real hero."

"No I-"

"Don't interrupt me." She told him, "You have a family willing to fight for you, now are you willing to fight for them? Do you want to lose Victoria again?"

"I already lost her she was kissing some other guy." He mumbled remembering the image of her and who ever that man had been.

"No guy can ever hold the place in her heart that you do, fight for her Daryl fight for everyone you protect they are your family now."

Before Daryl could say anymore she was gone and he was left alone in the darkness of his mind again. Was he going to fight? Was he going to push through the pain and live? Then a smell came to him through the darkness it was so familiar he hadn't smelt it in a long time. Wisteria. He remembered the garden at Rachel's plantation and all the Wisteria there that he had tended to. He missed that flower. Who had brought it to him?

"I should get going. Chris is waiting." The voice belonged to Victoria. Chris must be the man she had been kissing. He felt something flair up within him something he hadn't felt in a long time. The pain didn't matter anymore all that mattered was opening his eyes now. He willed all his strength to his hand he was surprised when it listened. His hand moved to hers as his eyes opened.

"Who's Chris?" he asked his voice hoarse and scratchy.

AN- Sorry it took so long but here is another one.