DISCLAIMER: I don't own The Walking Dead, or it's characters. Just mine, Lily. This is my first fic, so constructive criticism is greatly appreciated. Please review as it will let me know that you want to read more. Thanks 3

I walked to our destroyed vehicle and pulled the Smith & Wesson from the gun case. I hadn't held it in awhile, it was heavier than I remembered; I then grabbed Will's hunting knife from the glove compartment, it'd be a lot quieter than the gun. I grabbed a backpack from the backseat to put anything that would be useful in it, canned food, water, and all of the ammo I had.

"Time to die." I whispered quietly to myself, and I set off towards the edge of this broken city.

I had walked for what felt like hours, the sun was starting to rise, and I almost felt at peace. The sun silhouetted what few clouds there were with a soft orange glow, I invited the sun's warmth happily as I closed my eyes, listening to my shoes tap against the pavement. A moan interrupted my thoughts and I jumped, eyes flying open. I grabbed Will's knife from its sheath and looked around for the source of the horrifying noise, suddenly, I felt a hand grasp for my shirt. I spun around wildly and sliced the air. Thankfully my relentless slashing found its head. The undead piece of shit fell forward, and I collapsed, knife flying out of my hand. I tried to push it off, when i saw another dead one peer over the other ones shoulder. I held my forearm under the things neck as I reached for the knife, out of my reach. I tried to grab my gun from the waistband of my pants, struggling. Come on, you worthless piece of shit, it can't end this way! I grabbed it and took the safety off, shooting it in the head blood splattering over my face in the process. I pushed the shits off and stood up. Gun at the ready while I walked over to my knife. There were at least ten more skulking my way. I stood with my knife and gun at the ready. This is it, I thought. This is how it ends, oh well.

Suddenly, an arrow appeared. I didn't bother glancing where it came from, I just kept shooting at the ones that got too close. More arrows appeared and finally, they were gone.

"The fuck you think you're doin' screamin' like that? Gonna scare off all the wildlife, ya dumb bitch." A gruff, familiar voice said. It can't be. I turned around and was met face to face with an old friend. He didn't seem to notice though, and walked past me, angrily yanking arrows out of the undead. Confused as to why he didn't recognise me, I furrowed my brow and spoke his name.

"Daryl?" He froze, then slowly stood up and turned to face me. He scrunched up his face and then realization spread across his face, god I missed that face.

"Lil?" Suddenly, another familiar voice boomed.

"Well looky what we have here! It's a proper goddamn reunion!" I rolled my eyes as my least favorite Dixon brother spoke.

"Well aren't you a sight for sore eyes! You know, you're a lot sexier than I remember. Ain't she Daryl? She's hotter than the Georgia sun I reckon!" Merle clasped his hand heavily on my shoulder as he spoke.

"And what do we have here? A nice little ring on that nice little finger! Daryl! She's married! Or at the very least is engaged! Where's the lucky man? Must be a looker if he won you over!" He bellowed as he grabbed my left hand.

"Dead." I quipped, as I pulled my hand away from his grasp. His voice was a lot more annoying than I remember, a lot hoarser too. I looked up at his smirking face, his hair had gone grey, and he had a few more wrinkles, but he was still the same.

"Well that's a damn shame, but that means you got a chance little brother. Unless she's still pinin' for the ol' chap." I sighed heavily and looked over at Daryl, he had gone back over to collect the rest of his arrows, wiping them off before putting them away. Our eyes met and he looked away as quickly as he could. I frowned, but found the courage to speak.

"What are you guys doing out here?" I asked, genuinely curious, and still fathoming at how we could have come back together after all these years.

"Daryl and I were out here huntin' when we heard you screamin like a madwoman. Bein' the gentleman he is, he decided to come help. Hey, whatdya say you come back to camp with us? Pretty girl like you shouldn' be out here by yourself. Whatdya think Daryl? Then we can all do some catchin' up if ya know what I mean." He winked and laughed at his own expense as Daryl glowered at him and marched over to me.

"Come on, we're goin back to camp." Daryl started walking and I happily followed as Merle laughed loudly at Daryl's reaction.

"Damn little brother! You'd think you were still hung up on her!" He continued laughing as he trailed behind us, making snide comments every once in awhile. I ignored them, I was just happy to see a friendly face amongst this hell.