Thread: It Could Be Worse [Lewd Misconduct and randomname98766789]

After Daryl had killed the other man, he ensued in a scuffle with the last guy. Probably on any other typical day, this fight would not have been close at all. Daryl was by far the more muscular one here but hed been so tired from escaping the farm that he barely had every energy left. The man left a few good punches along his face, busting his lip and making his nose bleed a bit, but Daryl hit him back just as many times, causing more damage to the scums face than his own. But soon enough, the taller man had him pinned and all of a sudden, he let out a bloodcurdling scream and Daryl rolled quickly away from him to see the woman had stabbed him. He was relieved that she didnt run now. Perhaps it would give her some means of closure. He simply nodded when she said to leave him and then walked over to grab his crossbow. He was only able to retrieve a couple of the arrows that he used but that was okay. He had more in his backpack with the group. Once she got her backpack and he got his crossbow, he began to lead her back to the road. Thanks I am Daryl by the way. The man said, extending his hand to the woman for her to introduce herself as well and then shook her hand. Night had fallen in totality over the state of Georgia and Daryl kicked himself mentally for not bringing along a flashlight like he knew that he should have done. They could barely see in front of them but the pavement was still distinguishable from the grass and the forest. They are along this highway right here, well get to them in a bit. Daryl nodded slowly and walked right beside of her. He shivered every once in a while when the wind picked up, pounding his bare chest and back. That was still okay with him, she needed the shirt more than he did and it didnt really bother him. Finally after a few more minutes of walking, he saw the fire that his group was gathered around. There He pointed and once they were close enough, Rick looked up to them and so did the rest of the group. The group seemed divided, some expression gave a look of worry and concern over a stranger but some wanted to hear out what the situation was. Who is she? Rick asked, hand on his gun as he prepares for some attack that wasnt coming. He had lost it completely, it seemed. He was also curious as to why she was wearing Daryls shirt and why Daryl was bleeding. The look said it all and then the hick finally spoke up. This is Nora. She was being attacked by some men in the woods. They are taken care of now. Shes hurt though but has medical supplies. Daryl commented and glanced to Hershel hopefully and then he nodded. Gently, Daryl reached up to touch her arm and walk her over to the old farmer. Just tell him what your injuries are and he should be able to fix you right back up. He told her with a warm smile before leaving him to work on Nora. After this, Daryl went straight to his bags and pulled out a long-sleeved, black t-shirt to pull on. He had a nice, warm leather jacket as well but decided to save that for Nora once Hershel was done with her. Everyone went back to doing their own thing as Daryl leaned up against his backpack. Now being Ricks right hand man, Rick approached him and was skeptical about this woman. Daryl assured him that she was okay and told him that she saved his life when the man pinned him down. Despite all that happened, Daryl had morals- sometimes it seemed he had the most morals out of their group. After getting that argument squared away, Rick was allowing her to stay and that made Daryl smile slightly but it was too dark for anyone except him to know. Next, Rick explained that while he was gone, they spotted a prison up in the distance and that the next few days they would work their way up slowly and clear out the yard to be able to reach the prison. It had fences, maybe it would have some food and weapons too. It was a roof over head and they could defend it easily- or so it seemed. In the meantime, Hershel had soon finished up with doing all he could for Nora. He told her that she should be fine, maybe she had some cracked ribs and a sprained wrist but its nothing to fret over. After seeing Hershel get up and leave the woman, Daryl took his leather jacket in his hands and approached her, kneeling down beside her and laying it on her lap in case she would have denied it with him just holding it out to her. He wanted her to feel nice and warm. I hope you plan on stayin with us. He said and then moved to a sitting position, his knees bent as he looked at her. Are you doin alright? I hope its nothing too serious. He added with a nod about her injuries, hoping he was able to get to her in time before anything major could be done.