* Please Review! So I use a website to write my stories before I bring them here. Because of the hurricane the site went down, just for a bit so I can't update anything and it's killing me! Lol, I found another site and I started writing this story because I needed to write! I can't control myself! I hope you guys like it! As soon as the first site I used comes back online, I will be updating my other stories and reposting my Norman Reedus Meet Me in Berlin story*

Daryl crept through the woods, his senses alive and open. The group needed meat and needed it bad. The prison had dry foods and things like that, but it didn't have meat. Rick was off hunting too but Daryl knew he could find food better, although he was grateful the cop could help with the gathering of food. He hadn't been fond of trying to teach Rick how to hunt but it had went surprisingly well.

A noise behind Daryl stilled his movements. He frowned as he slowly started to turn around. His arms and body were tense and ready for everything. As he turned fully around, something struck him in the left leg. He jumped and looked down. A dart was sticking out of his pants. His eyes narrowed down as he reached down. He yanked the dart out and stared at it. It fit right in the palm of his hand.

" What the hell?" He asked.

His vision faltered suddenly. A wave a dizziness swept over him that made Daryl stagger back. He felt like he was falling so he put his right hand behind him to stop himself. Daryl groaned but managed to stay standing. He dropped the dart to the ground as another one hit his right leg. The pain was sharp and acute. He cursed and yanked the second dart out of his skin.

" What the fuck!" He yelled.

Daryl looked up to see a small group of men coming towards him with their weapons up and aimed. Daryl wanted to bring his cross-bow up but his arms felt like there were weights tied to them. Suddenly he dropped to his knees. His eyes rolled back in his head as he fell to his right side. He rolled to his back as his arms hit the ground next. Daryl forced his eyes to squint open. The sunlight was filtering through the leaves in the trees over his head but he couldn't seem to focus on it, on anything. Five men's faces filled his vision. He tried to make his mouth work, to ask who the hell they were, but his tongue felt like it weight a ton and was coated with something thick. Against his will, his body relaxed and his eyes shut. The last thing he was a aware off was his head lobbing to the left side.

TWDTWDTWD

One by one Daryl felt his systems started to come back online. His right leg twitched first. Next his right hand obeyed and moved. Then his left one and last his left leg. He frowned without opening his eyes. He was laying on something hard with something across his waist. And he was naked. Daryl jerked his arms as his eyes flew open. He was hand cuffed to railings that lined the table he was on.

" What the fuck!" He yelled, pulling at his legs while his arms fought at the cuffs. He was completely strapped to the table with cuffs around his ankles as well as his wrists.

" Shh. Don't struggle. You're safe." A young woman said as she appeared at his right side, making his frown deepen.

" Who the hell are you? Why the hell am I chained to this table? What the fuck is goin on?" He hollered.

" I'm a doctor. You need to relax or I'm going to have to drug you. You are safe." She said in a soft voice. Daryl continued to struggle, raising his head up to look down his body. He was right, he was completely naked with only a towel covering his crotch. His eyes flew to her face again.

" Let me go!" He almost roared to her.

" I can't do that. I don't have the keys." She said as she shook her head. A few strands of honey colored hair wisped across her face, pulled free from the bun she had at the back of her head.

" Who does? I want out!" Daryl said as he continued to struggle. " Where the fuck are my clothes?"

" I had to cut them off you but I will get you new ones. I had to strip you down to check you for wounds. Now look, I'm going to clean you up then we can get you dressed again." She said. Daryl laid his head down as he glared at the woman.

" You stripped me?" He shot out. She nodded slowly.

" I have to clean you now." She said as she turned away quickly. Daryl's eyes started moving a mile a minute. He was trying to take in his surroundings but there wasn't much to see. The room was white, small, and filled with different medical supplies. He hitched his head to his right and found the doctor placing some bowls on a tray along with a wash cloth.

" Where am I?" He asked.

" In a town called Woodbury. It's completely safe so you can relax." She said.

" Ain't no place safe." Daryl spit out. She turned back around, casting her dark green eyes on him.

" Woodbury is safe. We are completely surrounded by huge walls and there are men that patrol the grounds. I'm Ashlyn Williams, by the way. Dr. Williams." She said quietly.

" I don't give a fuck who you are." Daryl snapped. Ashlyn frowned at him.

" Well that's not nice." She snapped, feeling her patience starting to snap.

" Tough shit!" Daryl snapped back. Ashlyn shook her head and rolled her eyes. She started rolling the tray towards the top of his head. " What are you doing?"

" I'm going to wash your hair. When was the last time you bathed? You're disgusting." If he was going to be rude to her, she could be rude right back. Daryl frowned as she disappeared from his vision. He tilted his head back to try and see her again. Her delicate face had lost it's previous softness. She was frowning and looked angry.

" Been livin in the woods." Daryl snapped.

" I can tell." She bit out. Almost roughly, Ashlyn took a hold of his head and tilted it back down. Daryl tried to yank his head away from her but she pulled his hair harshly. " Hold still! The sooner you are clean, the sooner I can get them to uncuff you."

To his utter shock, she doused his hair was warm water. He jumped and tried to pull away again but she held him by his hair hard. He looked up but couldn't see her. He heard something squish out of a bottle a second before both her hands went into his hair. Her little hands were surprisingly strong as she worked, what he guessed to be soap, into his hair. Her hands moved through his hair, scrubbing his scalp and working through the strands. And it felt good, Daryl realized. It was relaxing, especially when she gently picked his head up and let her hands scrub against his neck. She was almost massaging his skin and scalp and it felt real good. So good that Daryl's eyes shut without him thinking. He almost groaned at the sensations.

Ashlyn's face soften and her anger at him started to fade as his grimace leaked away from him. Tenderly she started to clean him. Gently, she laid his head down then grabbed the bowl of clean water. As she poured the water down his now clean hair, Daryl's lips parted, pulling her eyes to them. Ashlyn swallowed hard and tried to hold her breath. Her eyes flowed down his body, taking in his wide, broad chest, flat, tight stomach and tight, cut arms. Even though he was littered with scars and lash marks, his upper body was beautiful sight. A sight that made her heart rate kick up when she had stripped him down. And her heart didn't slow down when she cut him free from his pants and boxers. In fact, once he was completely free from his boxers, she had blushed and held her breath.

' Well good for you.' She had whispered at the sight of him. Even limp and resting against his balls, Daryl was a sight to take in, a sight that had stopped her breath and remained her of just how long it had been since she had been with a man. How long it had been since she had sex or even been touched. The sight of him that had sent warmth flowing through her system and made her breasts feel heavy and tingling.

Daryl glared up at her as she moved to his right side and started washing his arm. He was daring her, silently, to look at his scars. He was daring her to look horrified and disgusted at them but she seemed completely focused on washing his arm. She looked distance and professional. She rubbed her hands down his arm and over his hand, working the soap against his skin and scrubbing the dirt away. Her hands were warm and soft against him.

Without raising her eyes to his face, Ashlyn started washing his chest. Daryl held his breath while her hands passed over him. He studied her face and didn't miss how her eyes fluttered quickly to his mouth then back down at her work. He kept his mouth closed and tight. She rubbed and scrubbed, dipping her washcloth in the clean water to rinse away the soap. Her nails brushed against his pecs, right over the tattoo on his chest. To his complete embarrassment, he started to react to her touch. His dick jerked, pushing the towel up when it happen. Heat flooded his cheeks. And the movement hadn't gone unnoticed by Ashlyn, much to his horror.

But she didn't say anything as she continued to wash his chest. She moved down to his stomach, making Daryl completely tense up. She felt it and looked up at his face. Sweat had broke out across his forehead and he was breathing hard. He was frowning with his eyebrows drawn together. Ashlyn sighed, stilling her hands so they came to rest against his skin.

" It's okay." She reassured him softly, knowing why he was blushing. " You don't have to be embarrassed. It's a natural thing that's happening. You can't help it. Blood is rushing all over your system so there is no reason for us to be embarrassed." Ashlyn realized that she was speaking quickly and wasn't sure why. Was she trying to reassure him or herself? She never had this reaction to a patient and that was what Daryl was, a patient. His frown deepen, making her look back at his stomach. " The Governor wants everyone to be cleaned before they can see the townspeople. He doesn't want to people here to be remained of their time out in the dead world and a dirty man would do that."

" Stop." Daryl managed to get out. Her hands flattened on his stomach, causing him to jerk again. He pulled at the chains on his wrists and ankles again, praying he could find a weakness in them.

" I don't have a choice." She said softly. " I have to wash you. I won't look. I promise." Daryl glared at her, his eyes filled with hate. Hate for her and hate for his body reaction to her touch. She resumed her washing with her cheeks inflamed. The towel was pitching a horrible tent that neither could ignore. " Besides, you should know I have seen it all already."

" I fuckin hate you." He spit out without thinking. Ashlyn's eyes flew to his face in shock. Her pretty, pink lips parted. At once he regretted what he said, regretted the harshness of the words. He opened his mouth to say, what? That he was sorry? He wasn't sure what he could see but than the shock passed from her face. Her eyes narrowed down, she clamped her mouth shut and her eyes darken.

" Well, you're not my favorite person either!" She snapped. She moved to his crotch and yanked the towel away from him, completely exposing him. " Well what do you know! You don't look any different than any other man! Nothing special about you down there! Now shut up and get washed so we can leave each other alone!" Thankfully, she replaced the towel just as quickly as she had taken it off him.

Daryl's mouth went tight as he turned as red as a Christmas light. His lips thinned out in his anger. Now he did hate her. His breath was leaving him harder and faster as she started washing his legs. He never hated his dick so much in his entire life. It was staining, reaching up towards his naval as she moved. Stupid bastard was almost begging her to touch him. The towel jumped and moved every time he jerked under it. Daryl looked to the ceiling, willingly his heart to slow and his anger to stop pulsing through him. Maybe if he calmed down, the bastard would calm down too.

Fuck this stupid bitch.

" It ain't hard cuz I want you." He lied through his gritted teeth. He did want her but not because she was hot, he told himself. He only wanted her because she was the first fuckable woman he has seen in a long time. Carol wasn't his type, Andrea shot him, he didn't like Lori, and Beth was too young. Besides that, the last time Daryl had gotten laid was a few months before the outbreak and it hadn't been that great. Just a quick fuck on the floor of the girl's trailer and he had all but jumped up and ran out once he had cum. He hadn't even kissed her, only touching her with his waist. He had kept his clothes on and she had pulled her skirt up and panties down. Daryl had pumped his way to orgasm with his hands planted on her dirty floor, right by her head.

" Thank God for that!" Ashlyn snapped in the same tone he had used with her. She moved to his left leg and started washing him there.

" Ain't even my type of bitch!" He snapped. Not that he really had a type of girl he liked but if he did, it wouldn't be her. She was tiny, petite and probably couldn't handle the rough sex Daryl preferred to have. He'd probably break her hips the second he thrust into her, not that he was hoping he'd get to thrust between her legs.

" You aren't my type either!" She snapped.

When she had him completely cleaned they were both so pissed each had blood was racing through their bodies. Daryl's heartbeat was the only thing he could hear. She refused to meet his eyes, no matter how hard Daryl glared at her and that was only fueling his anger. What did she have to be mad at? He was the one who had been drugged then stripped down against his will. But here she was, pissed off. Her face was read and she was frowning hard. He watched as the doctor empty the water out into a sink then walked over to the only door in the room.

" He's ready." She said when she opened it.

" He's clean? No bites?" A man asked as he walked it.

" Completely clean and bite free." Ashlyn said. Four men filled the room with one of them carrying a set of clothes. He was the last one in the room. He handed the clothes over to Ashlyn who finally looked at Daryl. " I promised you new clothes so here they are. Jeff is going to unchain you so you can get dressed then we will take you to the Governor."

" And don't even think about attacking us. We don't carry these guns around because they're pretty." Jeff snapped to Daryl. He seemed to be the leader of the group of men he was with.

He came forward and started unlocking the chain around Daryl's right ankle while the others trained their guns on him. Daryl narrowed his eyes but didn't move. He was completely out numbered so there was no use in fighting them...at least not right now. He'd let them unchain him so he could get dressed and get out of the room. Once outside, he'd have a look around then form his plan of escape.

Once he was completely loose, Daryl grabbed the towel and held it to him as he sat up. Ashlyn set the clothes on his lap then motioned for the men to leave.

" You sure you're be okay alone with him, Doc?" Jeff asked.

" Yeah, he's not going to do anything." Ashlyn said. The big, dark haired man looked back at Daryl.

" Better not, you hear me? Doctor Ashlyn's important around here." He warned. Slowly the men started back out of the room.

" Get dressed." Ashlyn snapped.

As she gave him her back and moved to one of the counters, Daryl stood up, still clutching the towel over him. He grabbed the fresh boxers and stared hard at her back as he stepped into them. He dropped the towel and yanked the boxers up his legs. He glared at her the entire time he dressed quietly. To his surprise, everything fit him like it was made for him. Everything from the dark grey cargo pants to the plaid blue, button down flannel shirt.

" I have your shoes. And your vest." Ashlyn said. When she turned back around to face him, she was holding his favorite piece of clothing in her hands. " I couldn't cut through the leather." She said, holding it out of him. Daryl crossed the room quickly, snatching the vest away from her. " You're welcome."

" Oh you think I should be thankin you for sumthing?" He snapped. He threw his left arm into the vest then his right one. " You drug me, drag me here, cut my shit off me and molested me and you think I should say thanks?"

" I did not drug you or drag you here and I did not molest you. I took care of you. Would you have rather woke up to a man over you? I didn't take you as the type to prefer men to women but maybe I was wrong. Well no, I couldn't be because you got excited when I started touching you so you must like women." She said calmly. She was baiting him and she knew it but she didn't care. Who the hell did he think he was? He had been saved, after all, ungrateful prick, she thought.

Without thinking Daryl closed the distance between them so they were almost touching. He stared down at her with his body heat almost overwhelming her. Ashlyn knew this game, she knew what he was doing and she refused to give in to him. She would not let him scare her. She would not let him intimidate her with his size. She could hold her own and he would learn that.

" Stay the hell away from me." He said with his voice low and dangerous.

" No problem." Ashlyn said, her voice was just as low as his and he was slightly surprised. She wasn't blinking or backing down from him. Here he was, some man she didn't know, some man who could snap her in two and she was simply glaring up at him.

" You ain't scared." He commented.

" Of you? No. Touch me and I will inject you with this tranquilizer. It will knock your ass out so fast you won't even know what hit you." She said. His clear, blue eyes shifted from her face to her right hand. She was holding a syringe filled with some clear liquid, and had it pointed right at him. Daryl's left eye twitched as his bottom jaw started to work slowly against his top one. He looked back at her and there was no doubt in his mind she'd do it. She'd stick that needle in his skin and there would be nothing he could do.

" Why am I here?" He asked as the door to the room open again.

" Because family needs to stick together." Came a raspy voice Daryl hadn't heard in months. " Why don't you go ahead and give our doctor some space, Baby Brother."