Daryl's POV

These assholes will never learn, Rick doesn't get it they will never want to be one of us. Rick the so called leader of our group thinks that everyone should be treated fairly. How is it fair that the people in this piece of shit place almost killed all of our people? He won't listen to me though, so for now I'll go through with his fucked up plan. I don't have to like it, but if it backfires I'm done with this shit.

I start back for the room just wanting to get back to Chloe. I can't believe she found me, I never thought I'd see her face again. Chloe the girl that fucked with my emotions, who made me feel. Sometimes I hate that she did that, because then maybe I wouldn't have opened up to Beth. I wouldn't have gotten close to her, and that pain I felt when she died in front of me would have been a lot less painful.

I thought a lot about Chloe before shit hit the fan, and she's crossed my mind a few times since. I've wondered if she was okay, if she made it. I'm fucking sad about Liam, he was such a good kid. I wonder if she ever got him back, she was trying so hard.

I turn the corner to head down the hallway when a piercing scream stops me in my tracks. It's coming from my room and I swear to god if one of those savior pricks are fucking with my girl I'll kill each one of them. Rick can go fuck himself. I pick up speed towards the room and pull my bow off my back. I'm prepared to fight as I burst open the door.

I look around, the lighting is low but I don't see anything wrong. My eyes wander to the bed and I see her rolling around in her sleep, just as another scream comes from her. She's sweating and crying at the same time, her hair damp just at her forehead. Quickly I drop my bow, and the food I am carrying to the ground and rush over to her.

"Chloe," I say softly.

She's mumbling something in her sleep, yelling for someone to stop. Then I hear his name leave her lips, "Liam." She quietly whimpers in her sleep. "No!" she shouts.

"Chloe," I say again.

"No. Liam."

"Chloe, it's Daryl."

She starts to thrash violently practically knocking me in the head. I stop her hand just before, and then sit on the bed so that I can hold her hands down.

"Chloe!" I repeat louder. "Baby it's me," I say, hoping hearing it like that will calm her down.

Her eyes flutter as tears cascade down her perfect pale cheeks.

"Daryl?" her voice is shaky.

"Yeah, I'm here," I tell her.

"It's not a dream?" I ask.

"What's not a dream?" I ask.

"You," she whispers reaching up to touch my face.

I kick my boots off without using my hands and crawl into bed next to her. I put my arm around her, protecting her from whatever nightmare she's having.

"You're really here," she sobs.

"I'm sorry I ever left ya," I tell her.

She looks up at me with her big brown eyes blinking a few times to make sure I'm still there. Reaching up with her hand she touches my face and for the first time since this shit started I feel at peace. Her touch always had a way of calming me down.

I look down at her amazed by the love I still feel for this girl even after all of these years. The fact that somehow we fucking found each other again is a miracle. I won't let that go, I need something in this messed up world that I can hold on to, and she is it.

"Daryl?" she whispers.

"Mmm," I say.

"Please don't leave me tonight?"

It's not like her to depend on someone for something. She's hurting, and I can tell this isn't the first nightmare. I won't ask her now, but I'm curious as to how long they've been happening.

"I'm here for ya," I whisper into her ear.

"Daryl?" she says again softly.

"I still love you, I never stopped," she tells me.

I'm not sure if it's just her telling me that in her sleepy state, or if she really means it. A huge part of me hopes she really means it.

"Same here baby, same here," I whisper into her ear.