It has only been 3 days since Kayley had first come to Alexandria, but she is already finding the confines becoming unbearable. She is not used to this way of life, staying in the same area for more than day and being surrounded by people. She is struggling with the restrictions that has been placed upon her.

Daryl has gone on a run with Rik and Glenn and left her under the watchful eye of Carol. She is far from happy at the idea of being babysat. In fact, she is outraged. The barefaced cheek of him even thinking that she isn't capable of looking after herself is insulting to her. She has survived out there amongst 'Walkers' and scum-bags for a long time before coming here.

Kayley walks around the whole of Alexandria, looking for something to do, but there is nothing that will settle her need for the open space. That will only happen outside those 15 foot walls.

That is when she gets the idea to sneak out. She won't be gone long, she reasons with herself. Just an hour or so. Daryl won't be back for another couple of hours, so he will never even know.

She suddenly has butterflies dancing around in her stomach at the prospect of going outside for the first time in days. She looks around her, looking for a way to escape for a while and notices the people going about their humdrum lives. It's not for her.

She suddenly remembers seeing some of the fence panels having metal brackets on, keeping the panels in place. It might work as a ladder, she thought as her feet quickly made her way to them.

She considered the 8ish foot drop on the other side, after she dangles down from her arms. She would be ok. She has jumped from higher trees when needing to flee a dangerous situation before. She can do this.

She wasn't worried about getting back in as she noticed when she first came here, that the support beams for the walls are on the outside. Meaning, she can just shimmy up them and climb back over. Her mind is made up and nothing is going to stop her.

She quickly passes the lake, heading north to the far wall when she hears a voice calling her name.

"KAYLEY..." she turns around and sees Carol waving her over. Gah! Stupid woman. She mentally scorns Carol, feeling irritated by her postponing her outing, even if she doesn't know that she is.

She trudges over to Carol, who is picking herbs from the vegetable patch.

"What?" Kayley asks, not so respectfully, as soon as she is near her. Carol ignores her blatant show of disrespect, knowing she is struggling with everything at the moment.

"I was just wondering if you would like to help me prepare tea for when Daryl gets back?" She asks her. Kayley can see through her niceness and calm facade. No one is that content with their lives anymore.

"Nah, I'm good. I was just about to go and find Carl." Kayley replies, already walking away. "Thanks anyway." She adds on at the end, saying it over her shoulder.

Carol looks at her retreating back with suspicion. An uneasy feeling settling over her as she hasn't even seen Kayley converse with Carl since her first day here. She shrugs it off, reasoning that she can't get in too much trouble here. There are eyes everywhere.

Kayley finds the part of the fence she was looking for easily. There are four brackets, roughly 3 feet apart that she could use like rungs of a ladder. Using the posts to shimmy up, before getting a foothold on each 'rung', she makes it to the top and climbs over easily, hoping no one has spotted her.

The drop on the other side wasn't a problem, just like she had thought. She lands on both of her feet and takes off running, heading straight in to the woods. She reasons that if she could come back with some game that Carol could use for a meal, she would back her up next time she wanted to go out and she wouldn't have to sneak off.

She caught the tracks of a wild bore. She began tracking it, hoping they were recent. She is not too distracted that she misses the sound of twigs snapping, coming from the direction she had come from. She knows it isn't a walker, as there are no groaning noises.

She quickly climbs a tree, the same way she has alway done to escape predators, and calms her breathing so it doesn't give her away. Looking around, she spots Carl heading her way. She knows it's him because of that dumb sheriff hat he always wears.

"What do you want?" She asks him as he goes to pass by underneath the tree she is hiding in. He jumps at the sound of her voice and spins around to look up at her.

"Oh, um..." he is lost for words for a second, not expecting her to catch him out like this. "I, er, I seen you sneaking out and thought I would follow." He admits.

Kayley climbs back down before turning to face him.

"You know that's creepy, right?" She confronts him. "Like, stalker behaviour." The slight pink blush of his cheeks gives away his embarrassment at her words.

Kayley continues her tracking while Carl stands still, debating whether to follow her again or return to Alexandria. The fact he has a major crush on her means following her wins the debate.

"Kayley, wait up." He whisper yells after her.

Kayley rolled her eyes. She doesn't want this boy clinging to her, slowing her down and scaring off her prey. She ignores him, hoping he will give up and go back.

Its almost 10 minutes later when she spots the bore. Pulling out the knife that is strapped to her thigh, she grips the blade and aims it at the bores head. She throws is with practiced skill, hitting the target. The bore let's out a deafening squeal before dropping to the floor. They both watch as it's legs continued to move for a few seconds, it's body not knowing that it's brain is dead, before it stops completely.

"Wow! That was kinda awesome. How did you learn to do that?" Carl asks, obviously in awe of her.

"You still here?" She says, walking over to her kill. She pulls a rope out of her bag, tying it around the bore so she can drag it home. It is far too heavy for her to carry the whole way, so no point carrying it at all.

Kayley starts to make her way back, walking passed Carl as he stands there, lamely looking at her.

"You coming back or are you just gonna stand there?" She asks him, her tone full of annoyance. She hasn't got time for silly boys and their silly thoughts.

Kayley knew exactly what Carl was thinking when he looked at her, she didn't need to be a mind reader. She wasn't interested though. Not in the slightest. Especially not in Carl freaking Grimes!

"So..." Carl attempts to start a conversation.

"So what?" Kayley asks, not really interested in what he wants to say, but not liking the awkwardness that is between the two of them.

"Where did you come from? Before you came here, I mean?" He asks a mundane question.

"How did you lose your eye?" She stops abruptly, turning to face him.

Her question being overly personal, let's him know that she considers his question to be too personal.

"I was shot." He tells her, taking her by surprise. The shocked expression that she has on her face makes him smile.

"Holy shit. I wasn't expecting you to say that!"

She admits, seeing him in a different light.

She thought he was some pansy-assed wannabe. That's what her dad would have called him, seeing the way he acts. She sees the way he hangs off his dads power and she hates him for it.

"I've been shot twice, you know." He brags, thinking it will make him seem tough to her. He really wants to impress her.

"Third times a charm," her sing-song voice says.

"Here. Let me?" Carl attempts to take over the pulling of the bore to give Kayley a break.

"Touch that and I'll break your arm!" She warns, glaring at him. She ain't no little weakling and she definitely doesn't need some boy to make her feel like one.

"CARL?" A mans voice shouts from somewhere in the north easterly direction.

"Shit. It's my dad!" Carl exclaims, looking panicked.

"KAYLEY?" They recognise that voice as being Daryl's.

"Fuck!" Kayley fumes, throwing angry looks Carls way. "This is your fault! If you hadn't of followed me, no one would have noticed I was gone!" She was sure of it.

"OVER HERE, DAD." Carl yells, alerting the men to their current position.

"Why the hell did you do that?" Kayley shoves him, not believing he is dumb enough to give them away like that. She smirks as Carl flies backwards, landing on his butt. The air getting knocked out of his lungs at the same time. That was satisfying to her.

Carl jumps up, trying to wipe the dried mud off his hands, having a difficult time as it is clinging to the sweat that has formed there. He is worried about his dads reaction when he gets to them.

Carl watches as Kayley carries on walking, not showing the slightest bit of concern, tugging the bore along with her. Kayley swaps the placement of the rope to her left shoulder, the friction burn forming on her right is becoming sore now. Wrapping the end around her left wrist and holding on to the tip, she heaves it along again.

As the sound of the approaching footsteps get louder, Kayley notices Carl's breathing getting more rapid. What a pussy, she thinks to herself, shaking her head.

Daryl's pace quickens as the kids come in to view.

"What the hell areya doin' out 'ere, Eh?" He asks as the gap between them closes in. The lack of response from the kids, Kayley in particular, has him clipping her around the ear when she is within reach.

"ANSWER ME!" He shouts at her. Rick just shoots daggers at them from his eyes, allowing his friend to take the lead.

Kayley acts on instinct, sweeping Daryl's feet from underneath him, making him crash to the floor. Carl let's out a disbelieving laugh before covering his mouth with his hand, realising his mistake.

After the initial shock, Daryl jumps back up on to his feet, shaking with anger. That quickly turns to rage when he looks at the unfazed glare Kayley is sporting. She doesn't even have the decency to look sorry for knocking him on his ass.

Not even a second passes before he has her twisted to the side, landing hard and heavy swats to her unprepared bottom.

"OOWWAAHH!" Kayley growls out, shocked at the strength of the smacks. Her left leg lifts up in reaction to the hit that catches the top of her thigh. "STOP!" She shouts, looking at his face, his long greasy hair almost covering his eyes.

Carls eyes go wide as he takes in the scene in front of him. He can't help the feeling that takes over him as he watches Daryl's hand repeatedly connect with Kayley's ass.

"Alright now, Daryl. That's enough." Rick steps in, stopping Daryl as Kayley's cries fill the air.

Kayley could kick herself for crying so quick. Or for even crying at all. Even though she knows that crying won't result in the types of punishment her father would have done, she still hates to do it.

"Let's move," Rick states, pushing Carl on the shoulder. After a quick rub of her sore bum, Kayley begins to follow. That is when Daryl notices the bore for the first time.

"Give me tha'!" He instructs, going to take the rope from her shoulder.

"I've got it," Kayley bites back, refusing to hand it over.

"Do as yer damn well told, kid!" Daryl grinds out through gritted teeth, swinging his hand back and bringing it crashing down against Kayley's already sore butt. The force has her midsection jolting forward. Her feet skip a step to stop her body from tipping over with the propulsion.

She reluctantly lets go of the rope, letting it fall to the floor, not wanting to hand it over.

"Kid, don't push me! Yer already gettin' a hidin' when yer ge' home!" Daryl warns as he reaches down to pick the bore up off the floor as if it weighs nothing, and not the 75 pounds Kayley has been lugging.

The sight of Alexandria offers no comfort to Kayley. It's feels like a jail to her. But to Carl it was home and he was glad to be back.

"Carl, I want you to go straight to your room when we get in." Rick informs his son.

"Awww Daaaaddddd!" Carl wails in dismay.

"I don't want to see you again for the rest of the day. Do you hear me?" Rick orders like Carl didn't say a word.

Kayley looks at the man in shock, her mouth hanging open.

"What? That's it?" Rick turns his attention to her. "Go to your room, Carl. Don't come out, Carl." She begins to imitate him, exaggerating his voice and actions.

Kayley can't believe what she is hearing. Carl has done the exact same thing as her. Well, besides knocking Daryl over but she has already been beat for that. She knows Daryl is going to go for round 2 because she left the safety of Alexandria.

"What are you implying. Kid?" Rick's voice is reproachful.

"That you're a deadbeat dad!" She accuses. Rick scowls at her. "I'm about to lose my sitting ability because he's about to punish my wrongdoings, and he's not even my dad!" She says, motioning her head in Daryl's direction. "Yet, for some unknown reason, he wants to look after me and make me a better person. Yet you," she steps closer to Rick, pointing an accusatory finger towards his chest. "Are all slack when it comes to parenting your own son... you're pathetic!"

With Kayley's rant over, she turns her back on everyone, leaving Rick standing there speechless. Daryl can't prevent the tug he feels at the corners of his mouth. That kid is something else, he thinks to himself. She just said what everyone else has been thinking for a long time. Daryl continues to smirk as he watches Kayley make her way towards the house that they share, not stopping to talk to anyone.

"What ya waiting for, Carl? Move!" Rick instructs, breaking the silence that had befallen them as he lightly pushes carls shoulder. Carl, being the little kiss-ass he is, dutifully follows his fathers orders.

As he trudges home, Carl's mind wonders back to seeing Kayley getting her bum smacked by Daryl, the familiar feeling coming back to him, and wonders what it would be like to get a spanking. He also started to get excited at the thought of seeing Kayley getting spanked again, although he didn't really understand why.

Daryl has remained in the same place, gnawing on his thumbnail, unsure of what to say to Rick. He is still uncertain of his place with these people, not believing the admiration and respect everyone at Alexandria holds for him, due to the years of being beat down and belittled by his own family.

"Kids eh?!" Rick breaks the awkward silence.

"Yeah," Daryl replies, removing his hand from his mouth, wiping the spittle off his thumb on to his pants leg.

"What the hell are we going to do with them, brother?" Rick asks, looking Daryl in the eyes like he is his mentor.

"Well, ya know wha' I'm gonna do!" Daryl nods once at Rick before leaving his side, wanting to find Carol and give her the boar he is still carrying so she can make a meal for them all.

Kayley slams the front door shut behind her, the second she is able to. She is obviously still pissed at the recent happenings. "AARRGGHH!" She yells, kicking the side table away from the sofa as she heads to the stairs. All she wants to do is bury her head in the pillow and forget about Daryl completely embarrassing her out there, in front of Rick and Carl.

She flops on to her bed, crawling to the top. Even though her bum only had a light tingle remaining from Daryl's swats, she still opted to lay on her stomach. Angry, silent tears escape her eyes as she remembers the scene.

15 minutes later, Kayley's eyes are stinging more than her butt. She hates herself for being so weak. Being too busy mentally berating herself, she doesn't hear Daryl enter her room.

"Kayley," Daryl's gruff voice calls out to her. Kayley's breath hitches in her throat. She remains silent, too stubborn to answer him.

A few seconds pass as Daryl waits for her to answer him. When it's clear she isn't going to, he tries again.

"Hey! I'm talkin' to yer, girl!"

"Just go away and leave me alone!" She finally answers, but it's not what Daryl wants to hear.

"Ge' yer ass down them stairs, nah girl!" He tells her, a slights warning in his tone.

"Fuck off!" She replies.

Daryl's heavy, boot-clad footsteps, march over to her. With one strong arm, he picks her up by the waistband of her jeans and drags her across the bed, only stopping when her legs are dangling over one side of his thighs and her head the other, and her butt is presented perfectly over his knees.

Without a single word, Daryl lifts his hard, heavy, calloused hand in the air and brings it down hard on her upturned bottom. He makes sure to concentrate on the fuller, fleshy part first.

From the moment Kayley had told Daryl to "fuck off" to now has only been seconds, so she didn't have a chance to ready herself for what was about to come. She grunts after each blistering smack, trying her best not to shout out or cry. The problem is, he hits so hard and precise, it's hard not to.

It's not that Daryl has had much practice at spanking - in a punishment way anyway. He has spanked plenty of women in a sexual way, but this is different. He is doing this because he feels the need to care for and protect Kayley. This is the only way he knows how naughtiness is dealt with. Although for him, his father chose to use the belt and went way passed what would be considered a suitable punishment, and ended on abuse. He knows he would never overstep that boundary.

Kayley keeps her composure as well as she can, refusing to give Daryl the satisfaction of hearing her cry, yet she can't help the grunts that escape her mouth. The fact that she knew this was about to happen at some point, and it wasn't impromptu like out in the woods, meant she could mentally prepare herself and try to remain stoic for as long as possible.

Daryl's hard hand repeatedly falls on her clothed backside without slowing. There is no rhythm to his smacks, which makes it impossible for Kayley to predict where he will hit next. All she knows is that her entire arse, sit spots and the tops of her thighs are already stinging. The burn only increasing with each swat he delivers.

Kayley feels a slight relief as Daryl slows his spanking, thinking it is coming to an end, but her breath catches in her throat as she feels his hand snake underneath her as he attempts to unsnap her jeans. Panic rises within her as the flight or flight instinct takes over. Without even thinking about what she was about to do, Kayley clamps her teeth down hard on Daryl's left calf.

In her mind, she thought this action would make Daryl release his hold on her so she could get away from him. But all it really did was cause Daryl to smack her even harder. She didn't even think it was possible.

"LET GO NAH!" He yells at her, aiming his overly large hand at her most sensitive spots - right where her butt meets her thigh, speeding up the spanking.

Kayley doesn't want to let go, but the punishing spanks that are now attacking her behind has her yelling out in protest.

"AAAARGHHH!! OKAY!! Okay!! Pleeeease?" She begins to beg, knowing she can't take much more of these hits.

Much to Kayley's surprise, Daryl does as she asks. Immediately stopping the assault on her rear, standing and dragging her up with him. Her reprieve is short lived as he marches her to the far corner, by the top of her bed, growling in to her ear.

"Ya better keep ya nose pressed against tha corner 'til I get back, yer hear me, girl?" He doesn't wait for a response before he continues with his threat, "or I'll tan tha' little ass of yer's 'til it's back and blue. Understood?"

Kayley doesn't answer him right away, unsure if the question is rhetorical or if he has finished. The solid swat she feels connect with her butt confirms he does want an answer from her.

"Y-yes. Okay. I-I'll stay!" She says, feeling her own breath bounce back from the wall and hit her face, she is that close to it.

With her forehead resting against the cold wall, she is certain she can feel the retreating footsteps of Daryl's angry, heavy stride vibrating through it.

She waits until she is certain Daryl has left the room before giving in to her desire to rub her aching bum, grasping each cheek in their respective hands. Silent tears leak from her eyes as she attempts to sooth her burning flesh.

Daryl storms to his room, pulling up his pants leg as soon as he sits on his bed, checking out the bite Kayley just gave him. Thankfully, her teeth barely broke the skin. He still cursed at seeing the indent left by her. He decided to remain where he was long enough to calm himself down, but he kept his ear trained in her direction, listening for any movement she might make.

As soon as he felt himself back under control, he returned to Kayley's room, pleased that she had done as she was told. He took a seat back on the edge of her bed.

"Git yer ass back over 'ere!" He demanded, seeing her visibly flinch at his words.

Kayley wanted nothing more than to move away from the corner, the moment he put her in it. It was a highly embarrassing predicament, yet she remained there as she was scared of what he would do if she left. But now he was telling her to leave it, she wanted to stay. She knew what was waiting for her and she didn't want it. The corner was safe.

"Girl, don't yer test me!" Daryl warns. With a shaky breath, she turns to face him. She wishes she was brave enough not to be fazed by him, but with his stern glare and knowing what he was about to do and how hard he can smack, it just wasn't possible for her not to be scared.

Pointing to the floor between his spread legs, the unspoken command was clear. Kayley slowly makes her way over to him, dragging her feet with each step, not in a hurry to get there. As soon as she is within arms reach, Daryl grabs her forearm and speeds her up, dragging her to where he wants her.

Letting go of her arm, Daryl moves to unfasten her jeans, but Kayley takes a quick step back.

"Please Daryl, not like that?" She pleads, not wanting to be exposed to him in that way.

Kayley's pleas fall on deaf ears as Daryl has made up his mind. He knows she deserves it. His intention when he first came in was just to light a fire on her ass and then leave it at that, considering she already had a spanking in the woods, but the moment she bit him, he knew he would have to up the punishment.

Ignoring her, he swiftly and expertly pops the snapper on her jeans and tugs down the zip. He pulls her over his lap before dragging her pants down to the backs of her knees.

Kayley squeezes her eyes shut and gets a firm grip around Daryl's lower legs. She tries her best to take her mind to somewhere other than her current situation. It used to work when she was with her dad, but it doesn't seem to be working now.

Daryl gets a grip of her panties, lifting them in an upwards direction so more of her bottom is visible. He doesn't want to take them down as he knows Kayley has been through something, yet he doesn't know what, and he doesn't want her to be afraid of him.

With a tight grip of Kayley's right hip, Daryl pulls her flush against his stomach to restrict her movement. He steels himself as he prepares to dole out this part of her punishment.

The first swat lands with a sickening slapping sound, which seems to reverberate off of the walls around them. Kayley hears it before she feels it. But by god does she feel it. The sting is unbelievable.

Kayley knew his smacks were hard, but she would never have thought that a couple of layers of clothing would make this much difference. The sting has stolen not just her voice, but her breath.

Daryl continues to swat her, watching as the skin on her ass turns to a deep, crimson red color, before working his way down to the tops of her thighs. He needs to teach her that her disobedience as well as the fact that she actually bit him, will not be tolerated by him.

The scalding burn that has taken over Kayley's rear has completely rendered her mute until she feels the slaps aim at her sit-spots. It takes everything she has in her to start to beg him to stop.

"DA... DAR-RYLLLL. AAARRGGHH. PLEEHEEHEEAAASSSEE. STOOOOPP! She screams at the top of her lungs. She thrashes wildly with her legs to create any type of momentum to get her off of his lap.

Daryl accommodates her movement and keeps applying his swats to meet his target area. His plan is to stop as soon as she submits to him, but with all the wriggling she is doing, her top slightly raises up her back and the moment Daryl sees it, his hand stops midair.

Kayley keeps begging and pleading, kicking her legs as though she is still being spanked, not realising that Daryl has already stopped. The burn on her rear is too intense for her to know.

Daryl swaps his hand that is holding her in place and slowly lifts her top up, revealing more of her back. What he sees completely turns his stomach to the point he wants to physically throw up.

Kayley's motions have halted as she has now realised that the spanking has stopped. She continues to lay over Daryl's lap, unable to move as she is completely spent. She is so lost in her own head, that she doesn't have any awareness of what is going on, her focus is only on the fire that is still burning on her backside.

Daryl stares at the scars that are covering Kayley's whole back. He knows from experience what some of them are, lashings from a belt but from the buckle end. But there are also other ones, ones that are uniform in shape. He is guessing they are burns from cigarettes. He also recognises the faint thin lines left over from a switch.

Daryl is completely flooded with guilt, seeing the after effects of what the kid has already suffered. He feels self loathing wrack his mind as he once again remembers his own father. His feelings soon turn to anger as he wants nothing more than to skin Kayley's father alive, not just wanting to watch him die, but to be the one who ends him.

As soon as Kayley feels able, she attempts to stand up, but her legs don't feel able to support her, so she shoves herself sideways, landing on the bed next to Daryl. She stays where she lands, wanting to cry away the burn she is feeling.

Daryl stands over her, once again nibbling on his thumb nail. He is unsure of what he is supposed to do. He has never had to deal with type of situation before, and fluff is so not his thing. But he knows he has to comfort her, some how.

With some mental encouragement, Daryl reaches for Kayley, lifting her up with ease and squeezing her upper body close to him, her legs dangling underneath her. Almost immediately, Kayley returns the gesture.

"Shhhhh! I got yer, Kid." Daryl reassures her, dropping his left arm down to the back of her left thigh, lifting it and guiding it around his waist. Her right leg mimics the other legs movement. Daryl rocks her slightly, still murmuring reassurances as her cries slowly subside.

As Kayley becomes more aware of her current predicament, embarrassment slowly creeps over her. She shifts her position, unwrapping her legs and straightening them, still unable to touch the floor. Daryl realises that she is trying to get down and slowly lowers her until she is standing under her own weight.

As soon as Daryl ascertains that she is steady, he releases his grip on her, but rests his hand on her shoulder, next to her still bowed head.

"Hm, are yer okay?" Daryl asks her, rubbing his thumb up and down in a soothing motion.

"Y-yeah, I-I think so." Kayley replies, slightly stuttering, not lifting her head to hide her misery.

"Come wi' me," Daryl tells her, giving her a gentle squeeze before turning and walking away, heading for the stairs. Kayley dutifully follows without hesitation, fearing another swat on her already tender behind.

Stopping next to the sofa, Daryl motions for Kayley to sit down. He notices the reluctance as she stares at the seat he is gesturing to. He can't help but feel sad at the forlorn expression on her face.

After a deep sigh, Daryl scoops Kayley up in a bridal carry, then takes a seat on the sofa himself, making sure her butt is between his spread legs, ensuring that there is no pressure on her smarting backside.

Kayley feels uncomfortable at first, but settles when she realises why he has put her in that position. With a fleeting look towards his face, she offers a quick smile, before returning to her previous head bowed posture.

"Kid?" Daryl's normally gruff voice says, sounding softer than she had heard before.

"Um, yeah?" Kayley replies, concentrating on cleaning her thumb nails.

Daryl stares directly at her, waiting for her to look back at him. When it is obvious that she isn't going to, he lifts his pointer finger up to her chin, raising her line of sight to his face.

"Do yer wanna tell me wha' 'appened to yer back?" Daryl asks her, feeling her body go stiff at his question. Kayley doesn't trust herself to speak, so she subtly shakes her head from side to side. "Yer can tell me ya know. Might make ya feel berrer!"

There is an awkward silence between the pair as Kayley considers his words.

"Nah," she replies in a low voice. "What's the point? It won't change anything!" As soon she has finished her statement, she pulls away from Daryl's touch and bows her head once again.

Daryl is conflicted. He knows how she feels, as he has suffered much of the same as her. He knows the feeling of hopelessness, as well as the self-hatred that comes along with it. All the confusion, the wonder and the whys that you ask yourself, but won't vocalise it to anyone else. He knows how hard it is to talk about what you have buried, but he wants to help her. Help her overcome what she has endured. He can't do that unless she opens up to him.

Daryl ponders for a few moments, before pulling Kayley in to him, snuggling her up against his front and wrapping his arms around her. He wants her to feel protected.

Kayley doesn't resist the affection that Daryl is showing her. In fact, she relishes in it. She feels content, despite the throbbing pulse she can't feel in her ass. There is something about Daryl Dixon that makes her feel safe, like nothing else in the world could hurt her as long as she is with him.