We finished clearing up some more of the rooms after dinner was done. There were barely any walkers and we were had finished the long and exhausting task in no time. Only a few floors were left to check since this was a giant hotel, but otherwise we were almost done.

I sat outside my hotel room and watched as people started to head into their rooms since it was starting to get dark.

Tia had taken advantage of the clean shower because she stormed out of the room with her short hanging down and no paint covered her body. I watched as she ran down the hall in only a sports bra and what looked like MC Hammer pants, her outfit choices definitely interested me, it was always fun to see what she would be wearing. Merle ran out after her but soon gave up and came walking back over to me.

"What'cha doing out?" His hands were stuffed in his pockets and his breathing was heavy.

"Just stuff and things. What about you?"

"Decided to visit Tia in the shower, she didn't 'joy my company much, also didn't let me see anythin'." He shuffled over to the open door and shut it behind him.

My thoughts instantly wondered over to Tia. She must have been pissed. Something coughed behind me and I whipped around to be greeted with Daryl's smurf colored eyes.

( credits to i_love_fanfics_xxx for the beautiful description of Daryl's eyes)

"What's Tia's problem?" He pushed past me and opened the door, I followed after.

"Merle." I mumbled.

"Of course." He walked over to the pantry and pulled out a bag of beef jerky and walked back over to the couch.

"I'm gonna go take a shower." He said something but I didn't hear him so I ignored him and headed back to the shower.

I stripped out from my clothes and shuffled through my bag to look for my toothpaste. The hotel had already provided me with shampoo and body wash which made me feel grateful.

It took a few minutes for the water to clear up but soon it was hot I wasted no time to jump in. The water running over my hair and down my body felt like heaven. I never felt anything as good as this in awhile and I took a few minutes to enjoy the feeling.

My arms ran over back and stomach and the good memories were soon replaced with awful ones.

Showers were never a good memory for me. I would always go to showers to try to get away from the world and just break down.

I remembered the red color of the water whenever I would wash the blood off after my father came home. I shivered under the hot water and quickly finished up before I did anything stupid.

I took one off the towels off the rack and dried my body and hair with it.

My clothes were nowhere in sight when I looked around the bathroom. My heart started racing, I must have left them in my bag.

I pulled open the door and peeked my head out.

"Daryl." I whispered. I didn't know why I whispered, it wasn't as if he could hear me.

"Daryl!" I said a little bit louder and he must of heard me because he came stomping into my room.

"Could you get me my bag." I nodded my head towards my yellow backpack that sat by the bed. He walked over to it and handed it to me.

"Thank you." He nodded and walked back out.

'Thank god that was fast' I thought to myself.

Once I had ran my hands through my short hair to untangle any knots, I put on my night shirt and underwear. Usually I went commando before all this, but with Daryl and the whole apocalypse that wasn't possible anymore.

Well, technically it was, but I wasn't gonna freak Daryl out.

I laughed at the idiotic thought and walked back out to where Daryl was.

"I'm going to bed, I'll see you tomorrow." I walked back to my room but heard Daryl call out.

"Night."

"Good night." I picked up one of the many pillows that laid on my bed and threw it over to Daryl. It hit his head and he darted up.

"Thanks I guess." I shook my head at his attempt to thank me and walked back to bed.

As soon as my head hit the pillow and the sheets were covering my body, my eyes began to get drowsy and I fell asleep.

My pants were being pulled off and I was screaming for help. Piece by piece my clothes fell to the floor and my screams were getting quieter. There was nothing I could do, I learned that the hard way.

My Fathers hands gripped my neck tightly and my breathing began ragged. I clawed at his hands trying to get him to release me but it was no use.

As I felt myself dying, one name came to my mind.

"Daryl." I croaked out as loud as I could and then everything went black.

Daryl was sitting by side and shaking my shoulders. "Wake up Vogue!"

My face was wet with tears and I quickly wiped them off before Daryl saw them. I obviously must have been screaming since Daryl was awake.

Great, now he probably knew something was up.

"What did I say?" I sat up, pulled my knees to my chest, and stared at the wall trying to avoid eye contact with Daryl.

"You 'ere screaming. You said my name." He raised his eyebrows and even in the dark I could tell he was grinning.

That bastard, he thought I was- oh god no.

I laughed straight at his face and pulled away, "Not everyone dreams of sleeping with you." I shook my head and took a deep breath.

He must have understood what I was getting at because he slowly placed a hand on my arm, "Wanna talk 'bout it?"

"I'm fine. Thank you for asking though." He nodded and pulled his hand off my arm and headed towards the door.

"Wait, can you stay?" I whispered. I didn't want him to get the wrong idea, but right now I needed him. He seemed to understand because he nodded and walked back over to the bed. I lifted the sheets up and he laid down next to me.

His back was turned to me and I flipped over so that my back was facing his as well.

Fine, be like that.

A/N: This was so short! My apologies. Next chapter should hopefully get longer. I kinda wanted something to go on between Tia and Merle since no one ever writes about him being with someone. This is so fun to write and I was thinking about maybe writing a chapter from the POV from Tia just to show you guys what's going on with her and Merle since she loves/hates him. Just MAYBE though.

EDIT* Read this chapter again and it sucks. Sorry.