A/N: I am starting to have trouble remembering episodes. I will have to go through and re-watch what happens. Not that that will be a problem.

I quickly looked around me again, but I still saw no way around the walkers. I looked up and saw a low hanging branch. I grabbed it and started to pull myself up when it broke off in my hand. I dropped the stick and started to panic. There was still a small piece of branch sticking out of the trunk and I grabbed it and pulled. I clawed up the tree with my left hand as I tried to hold myself up with the right. As I started to use my feet to push myself up I could hear the walkers getting closer as well as some gunfire from the camp.

I struggled to get high enough to grab the next branch and my panic from the walkers wasn't helping. I cursed the fact that I wasn't athletic and wished that I had never left the campfire. Finally I could make a grab for the branch with my left hand and by some miracle I got a hold of it. I grabbed the branch with my right hand and started to pull myself up. As I started to pull I felt resitance, like I was caught on something. I looked down and saw a walker ho,ding into my foot. I frantically started kicking trying to get him off as I also tried to pull myself up onto the branch.

He wouldn't let go and I began to cry and scream feeling helpless. Out of no where his head was smashed with the butt of a gun and I felt something push me up onto the branch. When I turned myself along the branch I looked down and saw Daryl shooting walkers with a shotgun. He turned and looked up at me.

"Stay there."

He then quickly went off towards camp killing walkers as he went and I saw the others doing the same with the women huddled up against the Rv. I couldn't tell who was there or missing. I had no idea who had survived the attack. I did know for certain that my father had not and I had no idea how to feel about it. I then realized that I was still sobbing.

Then as almost as quickly as it had started it was all over. The walkers were all dead and people were starting to clear up the bodies. I saw Daryl crossing the camp quickly back towards me and I tried to get co tell of my breathing and tears. When he got under the tree he looked up at me.

"Come on down. Camp's clear and your mom's worried 'bout ya."

"I don't think I can get down. I broke off the lower branch climbing up." Daryl sighed and moved up closer to the trunk under the branch I was on.

"Alright just move onto your stomach and lower yourself. I'll grab ya." He reached his arms up towards me. I could feel myself blushing. I didn't really want Daryl grabbing me. He already had his hand on my thigh dangerously close to my butt earlier. On the other hand I really wanted to get down. I slowly dropped my legs over the branch and rested my stomach on the branch. I slowly started to lower myself down from the branch.

I felt Daryl grab my legs and I instantly thought of the walker who had grabbed them early. I jolted and looked down and saw Daryl looking up at me. He had moved around towards my front and nodded when he saw me looking. I started to lower myself again and when I had my arms fully extended I got nervous again. I looked down at Daryl a final time before shutting my eyes and letting go of the limb. I fell for a few milliseconds really before I could feel Daryl grab onto me.

It was nothing like what I would have imagined. The movies make it seem romantic and wonderful to fall into someone's arms, but it really wasn't. It hurt to be caught around the middle and the sudden stop was like whiplash on either side of his arms. I was still upset from the rest of the evening and it quickly restarted my tears. I opened my eyes and wiped at them before grabbing on to Daryl.

That wasn't how I imagined it either. I could feel myself shaking with my sobs against Daryl and I was sure I was getting his shirt wet. I was hyperventilating a little while I cried and I was sure it must of looked awful from his point of view. It wasn't very pleasant for me either because with each breath I inhaled Daryl's shirt. It was a combination of sweat and dirt, and not the smell of soil that isn't overall unpleasant. Daryl smelt like he had been doing hard labor all day and he probably had been. He was hunting all morning and then had spent hours in Atlanta avoiding walkers.

I knew that my clinging to Daryl was making him uncomfortable. He had stiffened up the minute I grabbed he and hadn't relaxed since. He made no effort to remove me though and I was glad for that. It was probably as close as Daryl got to comforting and I appreciated his effort. Finally he grabbed my right arm and brought it to his front. I moved my left with it, but left it on his shoulder while I tried to control my breathing. I pulled back and looked at his face and Daryl looked every bit as awkward as I thought he was.

"It's alright. Your fine, your mom and sister are fine. Just calm down." He said it in a rather aggressive tone that didn't do much to comfort me, but his words did.

He then dropped my hand and rolled his shoulders. I took my left hand down and rubbed my eye. As I lifted the right to do the same Daryl quickly grabbed it again. I quickly rubbed both eyes with my left hand before looking at Daryl. I looked at his face hoping for an explanation, but he was staring down at my hand. I looked down at my hand and was shocked. It was covered in blood and dirt.

"How the hell did ya do this?" It was a good question. I hadn't even noticed it, but now that I saw it I could feel a lot of pain coming from the wound.

"I must have cut it on the broken branch that I used to get into the tree. I didn't even notice until now." Daryl dropped my hand and went to what was left of the branch and looked closely at it. He rubbed the branch with his hand before pulling away. He looked at it before rubbing his fingers off on his pants.

"It's got blood on it for sure. Come on we need to clean your hand or it'll get infected." He started to walk back to camp and I quickly followed after him.

He got some water and pulled my hand towards him. He poured water over the cut before shaking my hand. It hurt, but at this point I wasn't going to argue with him. He looked at my hand closely before repeating with the water. He looked at my hand a second time, but this time he shook his head. He thrust the water bottle at me and I quickly took it before he pulled me closer by my hand. He held it closer to his face and started pulling at the skin around the cut.

"Ya got some wood stuck in there."

He used his fingers to start pulling out bits of bark from the tree. He wasn't being gentle at all and it was painful. With each piece he pulled out he was either pulling the cut farther open or digging straight into it. I already felt ridiculous for how much I had cried tonight and I refused to become a sobbing mess again. By the time he was done I couldn't help the tears that had fallen.

Daryl looked at me and he immediately became awkward when he saw that I was crying again. He scratched the back of his head before taking the water back from me. He dropped his hands and stood there for a few moments before turned to start clearing bodies away. He didn't get far before he turned back to me and said.

"Ya need to wrap that. I think I got everything out, but ya need to make sure nothing else gets in." I nodded and watched him walk away. He dropped the water at his tent before going to haul bodies into piles.

I turned and walked towards the Rv. I opened the door and stepped inside. I saw Lori, Carl, Sophia and my mom sitting at the table. Sophia saw me and climbed down from the booth before running over to me. It was obvious that she had been crying and started again when she got to me. I picked her up and held her as she buried her face in my neck. Mom quickly followed her and she hugged us both as she started crying again. We stood there for a while before Mom pulled back and looked at me.

"Where's your father? Weren't you going to check on him?" It hit me again that Dad wouldn't have been able to survive the attack and I started crying again. Mom covered her mouth before she started crying again. Lori came over and pulled Mom to her before leading her back to the table.

Carl had stood from the booth and was standing next to it watching us. Lori guided Mom into a booth before sitting next to her. Sophia hadn't moved from her position, but she was getting harder to hold up. I walked to the table and sat down before scooting over closer to the wall. When there was enough room Carl quickly climbed in next to me and leaned against my side. He grabbed my free arm and hugged it to him. I looked down at him and his eyes were wide and scared.

I pulled my arm free from him and wrapped my arm around him instead. Carl quickly got as close to me as he could and griped my shirt. Carl always acted so well adjusted to all the changes that I felt stupid for not thinking about how upset he must have been about anything.

We all sat at the table for what felt like hours, but I don't know how long it really was. After some time we had all calmed down and let go of each other. Lori had noticed my cut and got a bandage for it which used some of the time explaining what i had seen. Now we all just sat silently looking around the Rv. Mom had calmed down a lot, but she still cried every once in a while. Finally the door opened and Daryl stood on the highest step looking at us.

"Rick says we should all try to sleep in shifts tonight. Carol you can use Merle's tent it's still up." He finished and started to bite his thumb.

"Thank you, Daryl." My mom wiped her eyes a final time and Daryl just nodded. We all started to get out of the booth and Sophia went to Mom who held her hand. We all slowly filed out of the Rv after Daryl who held the door for us. As I walked past Daryl he grabbed my arm. I turned to look at him and he dropped his arm before putting his hands in his pocket.

"Ya can use my tent. Merle's won't be big enough for all of ya." He was looking down, but glanced up at me when he finished.

"I can just go back to my tent. I wouldn't want to intrude on your space." I also looked at the ground.

"Your tent still has walkers all over it. I ain't gonna be in my tent I got first shift so I'll wait ya up before I go to sleep." Daryl was looking at me now and scratching the back of his head.

"Thanks. For everything. Letting me use your tent, saving me from the walkers, and taking care of my hand." He nodded before walking away and going back to helping the others.

I walked to where the Dixon brother's tents were and saw Mom getting Sophia settled into Merle's tent. I walked over and kneeled near the opening. My mom turned towards me and crawled across the tent to me.

"It will be tight, but I think we can all fit."

"I'm going to sleep in Daryl's tent. He is helping clean up and he said that he would wake me up when it was his turn to sleep."

Mom looked upset, but nodded and kissed me on the forehead before saying goodnight. I moved over to Daryl's tent and went inside before zipping the door shut. After I took off my shoes and stretched. I unzipped his sleeping bag and spread it out on the ground before laying down and pulling the thin blanket over me. I tossed and turned for a while before taking my jeans off. It was too hot and uncomfortable to sleep in them. I settled back down and felt how exhausted I was from the day and easily fell asleep.