Hey Guys. Thanks for the good reviews and advice. I'm gonna try to get back into the cool POV I had in the beginning. Thanks! Enjoy!

He feels his hand move. Over whelming emotions run throughout. Wasn't he dead? Voices? Voices! He hears voices! Feeling more of his body, he shifts. Wrenching pain in his side. He feels eyes on him, his eyes unclear of the blackness to reveal stars, and a dim candle light.

He is alive, How is he alive?

He finds the strength to sit himself up, the rush giving him a headache. It is all moving to fast, he cant think straight. His dizziness clears to see a gun right at his head. His mind flusters. Who is that? He can't see the guns carrier. Rick... He recognizes the silver python of his. Why the hell is he doing that? What did he do?

He hears a voice, his mind to weary and paralyzed to make it out. He thinks he hears his name.

"Daryl?" A voice, he hears it. It sounds close, with a mild southern tone in it. Raspy but controlling. Rick. Is it Rick?

Why is he calling his name? He feels really dead this time. Unable to move, frozen in his sitting position.

He feels a bright light shine in his eyes, and whimpers...of fear? Why were they scared? The light coming from the unknown source burns his eyes. His vision focus as he hears a sigh of relief than strong arms around him. A hug? Seriously?

He lets out a grunt of pain as he starts to recognize faces and voices. Some people were crying others cheering. He notices that Rick is the one hugging him and sees the old vet with a flashlight in his hand.

He sighs as Rick lets him out of his embrace, "Nice to see you again."

He doesn't fully understand what he means. What happened to him before? Where did he even go? It seems obvious now, They thought he was dead. How can you THINK someones dead? He finds it pointless to worry about it now.

He feels a smile tug at the corners of his lips. He looks around and sees the scene we was imbedded in. "The hell is all this?"

Everyone feels a instant notion of relief as they hear that red neck voice he had. They missed it.

"Daryl, you...DIED." Glenn finally speaks up.

"Well, I ain't dead now." He shrugs off. He's too exaushted.

He feels a hand on his head and opens his eyes. When did he close them? He looks around the new area. He was back in the cell block. How the hell did he get there? What happened? Did he black out? He questions himself then sees Rick standing over him.

"You okay?" Rick's concerned voice echoes.

"Yeah, what happened?" He asks as he sits up, slightly wincing from the pain in his side.

"You blacked out. You've been out for at least three days." He raises his eyebrow in confusion. It all had happened so fast. It only felt like couple minutes.

"Oh.." He sighs.

"Good news, you are going to be okay. We have absolutely no idea how. You were on the verge of death and next thing we know, you can be up and walking in a week." Rick delivers.

Daryl sighs with relief. He has been through a lot. Something hits him. The person this all leads back to. The person who tried to kill him. Carol

He tenses up at his own thought of her name. He can tell that Rick knows. He must've told him. But When?

"Daryl, I'm going to deal with that. I just have to grab something in the tombs. I need to get to the medicine room. Okay? I'll have Glenn guard you door." He hears Ricks voice say.

He nods and lets his eyes close. He hears nothing but the soft sound of boots leaving the room. He finally finds peace.

Hey Guys! Hopefully I got back in that cool POV you guys all liked! 2 chapters