Authors note: I do write another Caryl Fanfic, but this three month break is going to kill me. I decided I wanted to stick with the story line on my other Fanfic, which means that I cant write more until the show comes back, however I am writing this one just for fun, going way off base of the show. J

Warning: Extreme mature content. ~Sexuality ~ Coarse Language ~ Violence~

I'd take as many hits as it took to tire Ed out, so he couldn't hit Sophia. She had learned to sleep through his rampages, dealt with them her whole life, and he never made them loud anymore, he didn't want anyone to hear, not now that there are stronger men in the group. I knew to be quiet too, if I were to make a peep that alarmed anyone, I'd regret it.

So there I was, taking hit after hit, praying my baby wouldn't wake up, and burying my face into my pillow, masking my screams of agony, dreading laundry day tomorrow, explaining or covering more bruises. He suddenly stopped, maybe he gave up? With my head buried in the pillow, and a few moments of nothing, I start to feel a tug at my pants. He ripped them off. I heard him undo his zipper, and I immediately flipped on my back.

"Ed, Sophia's right there." I begged.

"Don't matter, lay back down yah hear?" he commanded

"Ed please no."

"Lay down or I'll make you, bitch." I stayed in my upright position, refusing him. That made him angry; he pushed down on my shoulders with all his might, and kept his weight on them once I was already on the ground. I yelped. He swatted me in the face. "Shut yer mouth bitch."

I felt hopeless like I always do, I was pleading and crying, trying anything to put up a fight. I looked beside me, making sure Sophia was asleep before I gave up, when I noticed a shadow outside the tent, and I heard a zipping noise and all of a sudden Ed was ripped off of me, and hit in the head with a crossbow.

"Put yah damn pants on." Daryl said while throwing a random pair of pajama pants at me. Daryl Dixon? He then went and picked up Sophia and carried her, without waking her, to Rick and Lori's tent, obviously he woke them up to say he was dropping her there, and Rick took Sophia from Daryl and carried her in his tent. Daryl turned around and walked back towards me, by this time, I was sobbing, curled up on the floor, without my pants on still.

Daryl walked in my tent, he looked over at Ed, who was passed out cold on the sleeping bag. He pointed at the pants and then turned around so I could put them on. When he turned back around I was dressed but still sobbing, he motioned his hands, telling me to get out of the tent, but I didn't obey. He rolled his eyes and came over and lifted me over his shoulder and carried me out of the tent. He carried me over to the fire pit, which was lit, dull but lit. He plopped me on a seat and kneeled in front of me.

"You okay?" he said as softly as possible.

"Yeah I'm fine." I lied, wiping away my tears.

"Your expression says different." He put his hand on the chair arm holder. "I'm sorry, if I cause yah more problems, but I was walking by… and I heard… well yah understand?" I nodded.

"He'll wake up tomorrow and forget everything, think he feel asleep drunk." I reassured him. His facial expression was concerned and that was weird to me. Once he realized how close he was to me, he backed away. I grabbed his arm, and he flinched, "Thank you." He fought back any emotional reaction but did say.

"Everyone ere' knows… what Ed does. I ain't gonna act like imma hero, cause I ain't, but I'm not about to listen to a rape."

I started to tear up and cry. I stood up, heading back to my tent when my side bumped into the car that was in my way, the side Ed repeatedly hit. I let out a yelp, started falling, when Daryl caught me, unknowingly touching countless bruises, cause me to cry. He had the "I don't know what to do look" on his face, despite all that, he pulled me closer and hugged me, carefully so he didn't touch more bruises, and he let me sob into his chest.

With his hand on my head, pushing it into his chest, so I only made muffled cries, and my body wrapped around his, there he stood, in the middle of camp, at only god knows what hour, with me in his arms, allowing me just to let it all out.