I don't own the Walking Dead, nor any of the character except for my OC's.
Well now that that's out of the way here's my new story! In all honesty I feel a little guilty that I started a new Walking Dead story when I abandoned my other one :/ Regardless, I hope you all enjoy my new story (: HAPPY READING!
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Chapter One

A whimper, broke out of the tense situation. Rick stood up and glared at the men on the other side of them.

"You got someone else in there?" Rick asked the men neutrally.

Tomas smirked and shrugged and kept his gun on Rick. "We need to have a little fun or our own these past ten months." He told Rick and chuckled a bit as if he didn't even know why he was explaining himself.

Daryl cursed and quickly walked into the room and frowned when he saw a small red-head tied up with tape over her mouth and dried tears marking down her face.

"Hey, hey." Daryl said quietly walking over to her and immediately stopped when she jumped and tried to move back from him. It was hard for her to do, since she was tied to the cart which held all the food. Not to mention she winced and moaned quietly after doing it.

She looked up at him with sunken green eyes with tears in them, there was such fear in them that Daryl had to look away, reminded him just like his Mama when his Dad used to beat her. Daryl didn't want to look at her. She wore a torn white tank top with a poor excuse of shorts on. She had hand print shaped bruises on her arms and some scratched on her legs.

"I aint gonna hurt ya." Daryl told her softly and cautiously took another step towards her, but she just shut her eyes and looked down. She's probably heard that before.

Daryl bent down and carefully took off the tape on her mouth and T-Dog decided to burst in at that moment.

Her eyes immediately looked to T-Dog and tried to move farther back again.

"Dammit." Daryl cursed looking back at him. "Get the hell outta here, I'll bring her out when she's decent."

T-Dog shook his head slightly. "Rick wanted me to come in here with you, so she wouldn't try anything."

Daryl scoffed and glared at him. "I don't care. She's gonna do a whole lot of damage with bruised and broken ribs, right? Now get the hell outta here."

T-Dog rolled his eyes and exhaled loudly before leaving the room.

The red head just stared at him, she still hasn't said a word to him. That made him nervous, he never met a quiet girl before, all of them always loved to talk and shit.

"Got any other clothes around here?" Daryl asked her quietly and carefully untied her feet.

She shook her head slowly and watched his hands frighteningly as if she could stop him if he decided to touch her.

Daryl sighed and shook his head. "That's what I thought." He whispered, and moved behind her back to the cart her hands were tied onto, and began untying those tight knots.

The woman was trying to keep her breathing even, trying not to let any of her fear show, but she was visibly shaking.

When he was done he got up and stared down at her waiting for her to get up. "You need help gettin up?" He asked about to take her hand but she quickly shook her head and kept her hands to herself.

She immediately put her hands on the bars of the carts and stared up at him curiously.

"Listen, girl, I know you're hurtin but you gotta get up. We need to get outta here, okay?" Daryl told her trying to sound patient but the last thing they needed was a bunch of walkers bursting in any minute.

She nodded and carefully pulled herself up and stood on wobbly legs and held on tightly to the bars until she could have balance. She looked up at Daryl and looked at him with a small smile on her face and nodded to him, in thanks.

Daryl suppressed a grin and gestured over his shoulder. "Come on."

The girl slowly followed him out and cringed under the stares of the men who have all violated her in one way or another. She saw a girl there though, she was crying holding a towel to the man's leg, she frowned.

Rick looked over at the girl cautiously, she looked horrible. Her skin was a sickly pale, her shorts look ruined with the button missing and one of her tank-tops straps were missing. "You alright?" Rick asked her gently.

She looked over at Rick quickly and took a step farther away from them and nodded. Then looked down to the ground.

Rick frowned at this, it was obvious she was abused and violated. Her whole mannerism screamed that out to him. No way was he letting these fucking people come with them to his cell block.

Rick looked over at Daryl and found Daryl staring at the girl yet he had his crossbow still drawn towards the men. "Daryl." Rick called over to him and watched as he stopped staring at the girl and carefully made his way towards him.

"Yeah?" Daryl asked still keeping aim at the men.

"She talk at all?" Rick whispered to him.

Daryl shook his head and looked over at Glenn when he heard him curse. "China man, what the hell is going on here?"

Glenn shook his head and looked over at him and shook his head. "We need to get him back to the cell block. He is bleeding way too much and we need more supplies than this."

Rick nodded and looked over to Daryl and then the girl. No way in hell would he let this poor girl go through anymore than she already had.

Daryl carefully made his way over to the girl who was staring at Hershel frightened and gently held her arm. She jerked and her head snapped over towards him and she slowly relaxed when she saw who it was.

"Listen, we need to leave here alright?" Daryl asked her watching as she looked towards the doors and back at him. "I need you to stay near me or Rick, got it?"

She nodded slowly and looked at the door apprehensively, really not wanting to know what was on the other side.

"Hey, you're gonna be fine. We gonna go back to my cell block and get you some decent clothes, alright?" Daryl told her as she stared up at him blankly.

Once a again she only nodded.

Daryl looked over at Maggie and Glenn who had Hershel on a metal table ready to rush through the door when it opened. Hershel looked like he was out cold, probably due to loss of blood. Then Daryl looked over at Rick who had his hands on the door and T-Dog stood next to him getting ready to shoot anything out there after Rick through the doors opened.

The girl immediately stood behind Daryl and put a hand on his belt loop. She really didn't want to run through there, especially if whatever is out there did that to that old man.

Daryl looked behind him and looked and saw her looking down at the floor but she held onto his belt loop tightly. He didn't say anything, obviously she felt more comfortable with him than Rick.

Rick nodded once at everybody before throwing open the doors and him and T-Dog ran out there first with their guns drawn and then Maggie and Glenn pushed Hershel out of their and began running to make their way back to the cell block, Daryl and the girl close behind them.

Her stomach was killing her, it felt as if every move she made it was going to tear her apart. Her legs were aching, this was more exercise than she has had in almost a year. The halls were dark and gloomy. She could hear faint groans and moaning, and the scuffling of shoes. The walls had dry blood caked on them and their were bodies all over the hall. It also smelled horrible, so horrible she could swear she would be vomiting from the smell of it before the night was over.

Daryl was running as fast as he could especially when he saw their cell block come into view, a glimmer of relief coursed through him. He saw Carl open the cell's gate just as Maggie and Glenn raced into the room with Hershel and rushed him into a cell.

The girl let go of Daryl as soon as they were inside, she didn't go all the way inside the cell block though. She stayed on the outside of it, she didn't know these people and they didn't know her. Trust could only go a long way especially these days. She then saw the two men that were behind them come into view and slam the cell gate shut and looked over at her, where she sat on the floor her knees brought up to her chest and she was leaning against the wall.

Rick was torn, he didn't know if he could let her stay with them. But the one thing he did know for sure was, he wasn't letting that girl go back with the other men.

T-Dog stared at her, noticing she didn't make any eye contact with them, she just kept her gaze straight at the wall across from her.

But Rick couldn't just stand there and make a decision on his own, it had to be a group decision if she were to stay. Rick ran through the gate that was now open to the cell block to see Hershel, T-Dog followed him right on his heels.

Daryl looked over at Rick and T-Dog as they raced into the cell after Hershel. The girl was sitting outside the cell blocks gate that was opened. Shaking his head, he made his way up to the perch where his bag was. He got out an old pair of sweats and a large t-shirt. Then walked back down and towards the girl.

"Hey." He whispered to her and saw her head jerk towards him. "I, um, I got you some clothes. You know I figured you'd wanna change." He told and handed her the clothes.

She nodded and just held onto the clothes and began to look around, trying to be discreet, but Daryl noticed.

"If you follow me I can take you to the bathroom." He said and held out his hand hoping she would take it.

She looked up at him and slowly took his hand and he helped her up. "I figured after you change I can help you with your ribs." He said, trying to make a conversation as they walked into the cell and subtly walked past everybody in the cell with Hershel in it and walked onto the perch where the bathroom was straight down the hall.

Daryl saw her look down there warily and he sighed while walking down the with her. "Don't worry this place is cleared out, nothing's here but us." He promised her and opened the now clean bathroom.

She nodded and smiled a little and Daryl was mesmerized by the sight of it. "You need help?" He asked her, he had broke ribs before and he knew it was a bitch doing much of anything by yourself.

She shook her head and slowly walked in there and looked at the shower. "Yeah, it works." He told her. "You can use it if you want, I'll make sure nobody comes up here, okay?"

She nodded and looked over at him. Just as she was about to shut the door he stopped it and a look of alarm flashed over her face.

"Wait, just tell me your name." Daryl told her in a no compromising tone.

"Chayse." She told him in a raspy voice before gently shutting the door.