The Archer's Warrior

| Chapter Four | :: The CDC

No One's POV

Everyone gathered around the table, eating and laughing.

"You know in Italy, children have a little bit of wine with dinner. And in France." Dale says.

"Well, when Carl is in Italy or France, he can have some then." Lori says.

"What's it gonna hurt? Come on." Rick says.

Lori gives Rick a look before motioning to go for it. Dale gave Carl a cup. Octavia chuckles.

"There you go, young lad." Dale says.

Carl drinks it then makes a face.

"Ewww." Carl says and everyone laughs.

"That's my boy. That's my boy." Lori says as everyone continues to laugh.

"Well, just stick to soda pop there, bud." Shane says.

"Not you, Glenn." Daryl says.

"What?" Glenn asks.

"Keep drinking, little man. I want to see how red your face can get." Daryl says.

The men and Octavia laugh at Daryl's comment.

"You better be drinking just as much, Dixon." Octavia says.

"Ya challenging me, darlin?" Daryl asks.

"If you think you can keep up." Octavia says.

Everyone 'ooh's.

Rick then clinks his glass. He makes a toast and thanks the doctor. Then he explained what happened and then everyone chose a room to be in.

Octavia took the room next to Daryl, not too far from Rick, Lori & Carl. Everyone enjoyed a nice hot shower. Something they all missed.

Octavia washed all the dry blood and dirt out of her hair and off her body. She felt so much better and clean.

She got out and dried off before heading back to her room. After putting her stuff away and setting herself up, she decided to go look around.

Daryl had been putting his clothes away after drying off from his shower when he decided to go scope the place out.

He had been walking around for about 15 minutes when he heard a commotion coming from the library.

He walked towards the sounds to see a very drunk Shane trying to force himself onto Octavia, who was hitting, punching, and shoving at him, trying to get him off. The sight sobered him up real quick as he made his way toward them.

"Hey!" Daryl shouts, running forward and yanks him off of Octavia and throws punch after punch.

"Daryl, stop!" Octavia cries.

Daryl lands one more punch before bringing Shane up to him by his collar.

"Ya ever lay yer hands on her again, I'll beat ya to death. I best not catch ya anywhere near her. Ya hear me, Walsh?" Daryl snarls.

Shane nods then Daryl throws him out of the room before going to Octavia.

She was crying, her hair was messed up, as if it were grabbed or pulled. She had some scratches on her and her shirt was torn down the middle. She was only in a baggy t-shirt up and some shorts.

"Hey, let me have a look." Daryl says.

He has Octavia look up at him and sees that she had a small cut on her cheekbone.

"Just a scratch. What happened?" Daryl asks.

"I was just coming to get a book for my mom. She had been saying she wanted to read. He came up behind me and kept telling me how beautiful I am and that I've grown up so much.. I told him I was leaving so I went to but he pushed me against the bookcase then he slammed me against the table and.. he kissed me so I slapped him... but he just... kept touching me.. and ... and then he ripped my shirt and went under my shorts and tried to-" Octavia stopped, sobs leaving her body.