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Its been a couple of days since I lost my group. I've been walking for days with no real goal. Just surviving and mourning especially the possible death of my best friend Daryl. The day I was finally gonna confess my feelings to him. Also happened to be the day the prison was attacked by the governor. I had given up I leaned against a tree for a little bit of rest before I knew it I fell asleep and was startled awake by a noise. I stood up, knife in hand ready to attack. Anything when I looked ahead to see Daryl Dixon running my way with men behind him.

"Daryl?" I questioned.

He stormed to me and brung me into a rough kiss.

Then pulling away to say. "Claimed" He growled.

"What?" I said confused.

"You heard the man the woman is off limits let's keep it moving." one of the men said.

I hugged him. "I thought you were dead." He said.

"I thought so too "

"C'mon we gotta keep movin'," he said Daryl held me close really close as if he's afraid if he let go I'd disappear.

"What was that about?" I asked Daryl.

"I've been wantin' to tell ya I liked ya but I never got the courage to."

I smiled. "What about that claimed thing?" I whispered.

"These men have a fucked up rule about claiming things including people you don't get to it. It's your loss. I couldn't bear the thought of what they could have done to ya if I didn't grab ya fast 'enough."

"Where's beth and the rest?"

"I don't know and beth...she...was kidnapped."

"I'm sorry to hear that."

"S'fine we'll find a way to get away from these guys."

"Hey, Daryl how about sharing that fine piece of ass you got?" One of the guys asked.

"Back the fuck up," Daryl growled. "Nobody touches her no matter what."

"Alright." The man left us alone again.

"After we get out 'ere don't forget. You're still claimed mine." Daryl husked.

I blushed.

Maybe being claimed isn't so bad as I first thought.