Daryl's P.O.V.

Lilly followed silently behind me. I expected her to talk and be annoying but she wasn't. I never been around too many girls so it wasn't based from experience. She tapped me on the shoulder and pointed. Up ahead was deer. An eight-point buck to be exact. We raised our bows at the same time. Lilly shot first, taking it down. I shot next, killing the buck.

"Looks like we're having deer for dinner," I said.

"Now you can show me your awesome skinning skills." She rolled her eyes at me. Together we pulled the deer to a creek and got to work skinning the deer.

We got back to the camp, covered in blood. People started cheering, probably because it wasn't squirrels again. The little girl, Ashley-I think- ran up and hugged Lilly. She hugged her back. You would almost think that they were mother and daughter

"Let's get this deer on the fire," Shane said. I handed it over and walked away on my own. Lilly walked towards me, but Dale stopped her. Smart guy.

"Daryl doesn't really like company, sweetheart." She went back to her family, no expression on her face.

"What a stupid bitch," I mumbled to myself.

Lilly's P.O.V.

God, I can't stand sitting still for long periods of time with nothing to do. Since meeting the group, Ashley has been extra clingy. I didn't think that she would be this shy, but its only been us for awhile now.

"Ashley, how about you talk to the other kids. They are about your age."

"I-I can't." I scoffed at this.

"You better go and talk to them or I will make you sleep in the forest. I'll go with you. 'Cmon." I lead her over to Carl, Sophia, and their moms.

"This is Ashley. She's eleven. She hasn't been around anyone close to her age." Ashley waved shyly. Carol and Lori smiled at her warmly. To my surprise, Ashley spoke up.

"If you want, you guys can come and play with Hercules." The three kids ran over to the Bernese Mountain dog. I sat down with Carol and Lori.

"Its nice to have in the group, Lilly," Lori said to me.

"Thanks. You guys have been very generous to my family."

"Can we ask you a question?"

"Yea."

"Is your sister okay?" Carol asked. I paused before speaking.

"No. She's had it hard since the dead started walking." I stood up quickly and walked away.

I walked further in the woods until I felt like I was alone. I leaned against a tree and started crying silently. I jumped when I heard a noise. I was relieved it was just Daryl, annoyed that he interrupted my alone time since I couldn't interrupt his.

"What the fuck do ya want, Daryl?" I asked, surprised at my harshness and how much of my country accent came out. I saw hurt flash through his eyes.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" he asked me. I started to walk away but he grabbed my arm.

What is wrong with you?" he repeated to me.

"You don't care so why are you asking me?" I spat out. He released my arm. I ran quickly through the woods towards the camp, tripping over a damn tree root. Pain instantly shot up my leg.

"Oh dammit," I said out loud.

"Do you need help" It was Daryl again. God, why does he keep following me? He doesn't like company so why is he here?

"I'm fine. I don't need your-" I was cut short when I tried to take a step but was met by pain. Losing my balance, Daryl caught me.

"Do you want my help or not 'cause I'll leave you out here." I nodded and whimpered as Daryl picked me up and carried me bride-style. By the time Daryl and I made it back, my leg was swollen twice its size. mostly my ankle.

"Oh god, are you okay?" Lori asked as me as soon as she saw me.

"Yea. I just tripped on a tree root." I felt stupid since a tree root took me out and not a walker. Daryl layed me down in the R.V., letting Dale have a good look at my ankle.

"Looks pretty swollen to me but it doesn't appear to be broken." Dale went and got me an ace bandage.

"Sorry I don't have any ice. Just rest here for the rest of the night." I nodded and thanked him, watching him leave. Daryl got up I grabbed his arm.

"Thanks for taking me back to camp."

"It was nothing."With that, he was out the R.V. door.

Daryl's P.O.V.

I couldn't get that woman out of my head. She was annoying, sexy, stubborn, and pretty. What the hell, Daryl? Pull yourself together. She doesn't love you. She never will.

"Daryl, we're deciding on whether to go to Fort Bennon or the CDC. The CDC is the best shot for Jim," Rick said to me.

"I don't give a shit on either places. I would just put an axe through that motherfuckers head." I continued heading towards the woods with my crossbow over my shoulder.

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