They quietly walked down the halls as Lennon had her epiphany, which was inconvenient timing. She wasn't there mentally, all she knew was to follow Daryl.

He had picked a metal pipe off the ground at some point and they only had to hide a few times. Before she knew it, they were outside where all the vehicles were kept (surprisingly there was no one on watch).

"Lennon! Come on, we need to see if we can get one of these started up!" Daryl said running over to the motorcycles.

Lennon just nodded, it was as if she wasn't in control of her body. What the fuck are you doing, wake up Lennon!

"Hey! What are you doing out here?" It was fat Joseph, he had bullets of sweat dripping down his face, and he looked sick.

"There are bathrooms out here?" Was all she managed to say, "Wait, how'd he get out?" He asked as Daryl walked over to him, pipe in hand.

"Hey man, just calm down…." Wham! The pipe cracked into Joey's skull as Daryl began beating it to a pulp.

Lennon just stood there, stunned. She still wasn't entirely sure what was going on, Daryl was very upset.

"Daryl, t-that's enough!" She said snapping out of it and grabbing his shoulder. He was in tears, and just completely lost it.

"Calm down, we're going to be ok. We need to get out of here." She rummaged through Joey's corpse, grabbing a gun, radio, and what looked to be motorcycle keys. She handed them to Daryl, since he was a bike connoisseur.

He found a match almost immediately and started it, Lennon jumped on and wrapped her arms around his waist. She rested her head on his shoulder and closed her eyes. Is this a nightmare? No it should be a dream. I'm with Daryl, that's what I wanted this whole time….until I met fucking Negan. She tightened her grip around Daryl's waist.

They arrived at the Hilltop, going to Alexandria would have been too risky.

"We made it…we actually made it." Lennon said in disbelief as they dismounted the bike.

"Oh my God…Daryl? And Lennon?" It was Rick, he embraced the both of them as tears streamed down his face. Maggie and a few others were there as well.

"Is Carl ok?" Lennon asked as she pulled away from hugging Maggie.

"What?" Rick asked in confusion, "H-he left with Negan, and I figured it was back to Alexandria."

"Shit! I need to leave. I'll let you know as soon as I can." He said as he headed out.

"You ok Lennon? You were there the whole time?" Maggie asked, walking them to the main house.

"Yeah…I worked as a nurse. Nothing too exciting."

"Well let's get you guys cleaned up, get some food in your stomachs and then some rest. I'll distract Gregory so you guys can get a decent shower…unfortunately there's only one that works" She said as they entered the mansion.

She went into his office and began talking while Lennon and Daryl snuck off to the shower. One working shower in this huge fucking mansion? What's the chances of that? She thought as she awkwardly rubbed her arm.

"You go first." She said quietly.

He grabbed her hand, leading her into the bathroom. He turned the water on and began to undress. I don't want to do this. She thought, feeling sick to her stomach.

Daryl had lost some weight and had bruises all over his body, "You comin' Len?" He asked softly. No. She nodded her head and removed her clothes. She joined him, as warm water hit her body. The water in the drain was a mixture of brown and red.

She noticed Daryl just stood, as the water hit his face. It looked like he was starting to cry again. She grabbed some shampoo and lathered his hair, and gently scrubbed his body.

"It's ok Daryl." She said as she rinsed his hair out, "We're going to be ok." She smiled at him and stroked his cheek. She embraced him, as he cried and water poured down on them for a few minutes. She pulled away, "We better get out Daryl. Don't want Maggie getting in trouble." He nodded his head.

They dried off and got dressed and swiftly headed outside, they were greeted by Enid, "I'll show you guys where you can stay."

It looked like an old shipping cargo, converted into a small house, "Thanks Enid." Lennon said with a small smile.

"Let me know if you need anything else. Just lay low, Gregory is already unhappy about us staying so once he finds out about you guys he'll probably flip his lid."

"You got it."

Daryl lay down on the twin bed and stared up at the ceiling. Lennon joined him and he rested his head on her chest. She wrapped her arms around him and stroked his head.

"We're safe now Daryl. I'm sorry for everything you've been through." She said soothingly.

"I-I just can't get some of the shit out of my head….the night we ran into him. I'll never forget that, Abraham's and Glen's faces, that's what I see when I close my eyes Lennon."

"I'm so sorry Daryl." She placed a kiss on top of his head as he began to sob, all she could do was be there for him, which physically she was, but mentally she was checked out.

"Did they do anything to you?" Daryl asked, breaking the silence.

"No."

"If there's anything you need to talk about, I'm here to listen." He said looking up at her. Lennon smiled and brushed a few tears away from Daryl's face. They drifted off, into a deep sleep.

"The prisoner, he escaped, fat Joey's dead!" It was Dwight's voice.

"Dwight?" Lennon said, rubbing the sleep from her eyes.

It was coming from the radio that she had taken, she slowly slipped out of bed and grabbed it. She turned it down and placed her ear to it.

"Fuck, I knew that dense mother fucker couldn't handle him!" Negan roared, "Shit!"

"What is it?" Simon asked.

"Lennon, we need to fucking find her now!" Her heart fluttered. He's worried about me. She thought, hugging the radio.

A few minutes passed with no noise, it'd be minutes until they came to the realization that she had left with Daryl.

"Mother fucker! She's fucking gone, meet me in my fucking office immediately, I cannot lose my fucking girl!"

She felt warmth rush over her body. No one can find out I have this or they'll find out about me and Negan!

"Hey. What's that?" Daryl asked as he got up and stretched. Fuck. "Nice! You took his radio, we can find out what they're planning!"

"It doesn't work." This had been the first time she had ever lied to Daryl about something.

"Hmph, let me try and fix it." He said, trying to grab it from her hands.

"No! Trust me, I'll just toss it. You don't think I am capable of fixing something?" She asked, yanking it away from him.

"Ok kid, I believe you. You were trained by the best handy man ever." He said winking at her. She laughed nervously as she quickly turned it off and threw it in her bag.

"I really missed you Lennon." He sat across from her and grabbed her hand, "Missed you too." She said looking down at the table.

"You sure you're ok? You've been acting off." He asked, his eyebrows furrowing.

"Yeah, I'm fine." She said pulling her hand away from his and standing up.

"Come on, something is on your mind."

"Please just fucking drop it, ok? I said I'm fine so just fucking roll with that." She said harshly.

He winced and quietly said, "Ok."

Ugh, I can't be such a fucking bitch. We've always been there for each other and he needs me more than ever right now.

"Sorry. That was uncalled for. Can we talk about it when I'm ready to?"

"Yeah, sounds good." He said smiling.

She walked over to him and kissed him softly, she pulled away and looked into his sorrowful, grey eyes. She sat on his lap, wrapping her arms around his neck and resting her head on his chest.

He placed his chin on her head and rubbed her leg, "It's so good to have you back. I thought I'd never see you again."

Her heart wasn't beating like it had intensely in the past for Daryl, and the electricity between them felt weak to non-existent. This was a man that she had loved and longed for since the beginning, but after meeting Negan everything had changed. She wanted to feel something for Daryl, but didn't and it made her heart ache.

He picked Lennon up, laying her on the bed, showering her neck with delicate kisses. This will tell me whether or not our romance is completely dead. She thought throwing her head back as he kissed her collar bone.

He ran his hands under her shirt and rubbed one of her breasts as his other hand unclasped her bra.

"Mmmm." She said, arching her back. She unbuttoned his shirt and quickly threw it off. She sat up and he removed her shirt, he kissed her chest and made his way down to her stomach, unbuttoning her pants and pulling them off. This feels great, but this doesn't feel right.

She pictured Negan, his peppered beard and flawlessly slicked back hair and pearly white smile, with his boisterous, contagious laugh.

"Oh God!" Daryl's face was buried in Lennon's mound and he was nibbling on her clitoris. She grabbed his hair, pulling it. "Don't stop, please!" She moaned as she thrusted into his face.

His slim but toned body, with his tattoos. She imagined running her hand down his chest, underneath his pants and briefs.

"Oh my God, yes!" She fell back, panting. She pulled Daryl up and kissed him passionately, she undid his pants and he slipped them off halfway and began to slowly thrust in and out.

"Mmmm, Lennon!"

She wrapped her legs around him as he quickened the pace, "Faster, fuck me hard!" She demanded.

"Oh man!" Daryl said as he came shortly after. Mmmm, Negan! Lennon thought. Daryl rolled off of her as he put his arm around her. She ran her hands down his chest and to his stomach, tracing her fingers over the bold scar where he had been stabbed.

That had seemed so long ago…everything did. The only thing that seemed recent and actually real was Negan, the man that now had her heart.